Laying in the bed with my eyes covered by a black silk scarf and my mouth wrapped shut with a wide strap of leather made me nervous at first. I lay there on my back, still, waiting for whoever would walk into the room and have their way with me. I heard the door slowly open and close then a few seconds later deep rolling music played in the background. A slow sadistic metal song grown from the other side of the room while I felt someone knee on the bed straddling my legs. Other then my silk and leather clad face I was completely bare.
The first sensing was a warmth that grew into a sharp sting and then reduced to a milk heat. I could feel the substance hit my soft nipple as a liquid and then slowly harden. Suddenly my sense of smell kicked in and I new my large breasts were being deliciously drizzled with black cherry cented candle wax. After the wax had hardened, along with my pink nipples, it was slowly peeled off of my skin, pulling ever so slightly. I felt large handsroughly grab my D cup title, I knew a man was with me, his hands were called and the fingers were slightly long and fat. His wet, hot mouth encircled my tender skin and his teeth grazed the recently subjected mounds of flesh. I arched my back and moaned softly in my throat, wanting to part my lips and breathe in shaky gasps and then feel his pear textured tongue dancing with mine. He didn’t I could guess, his fingers brushed over the leather band that pressed rudely against my pouty lips.
His fingers danced over my china doll colored skin for what seemed like hours. I would buck my curvy hips up to meet his teasing touches as my skin felt as if it would crawl right off my bones. I spread my thick thighs slowly, parting myself in a shy manner if that could be possible with the amount of heat the radiated from my offer Wonders. I could smell my own sex induced musk that begged for attention. I whimpered lightly as I felt shock to my nipples yet again. This time the sting was not from heat but from cold, metal, and very cold. Soon the cold was accompanied by slight pressure as I assumed what was small clamps were tightened. At first chills ran up my sides and to the back of my neck but soon tension over powered as I felt him connect the clamps to what seemed to be a small bar. It was long enough to let my full round breasts naturally fall to either side, but was short enough to pull on the clamps and keep my now heated with pleasant pain nipples at full attention.
I feel his body weight shift as if he were stretching and soon I feel a soft wisp of elegant strokes over my collar bone and down to my enrapped breasts and then further. After a few passes of my inner thighs and even down to my toes that would normally make me giggle I figured it was a feather, by the feel of it a peacock. Soon the soft and romantic tasks were stopped long enough for him to remove the clamps and let my throbbing breasts sit at ease. The gentile fanning of the peacock feather was replaced with a slightly stressor feather that circled my now red, fully hardened nipples. Soon the soft cares were over and I felt his gruff hands rudely push my long legs fully spread.
I should be rewarded for my good behavior, the fact that I have kept my hands to my sides during his crude and silent groping should count for something. His idea of a gold star is a bit far from my own as I felt a coarse braided rope glide from across my throat and down between my breasts then over my small, trimmed patch of neverlins. I could feel his slightly dripping member brushing against the fully bare lips of my womanhood and the pit of my stomach went into knots. I bucked my hips lightly and let a moan rumble in my throat as a plead to have him enter me. This was met with a harsh lash across my breasts with the braided rope. I whimpered and tried to shrink into the mattress but that was met with another lash this time to my inner tigh. After a few more lashings I found myselffond of the burning marks he was leaving on my skin. My body broke out in a soft sweat and being spread bare on the bed made my skin cool quickly but the lashes would stay heated long after the rope left my skin. My breathing became quicker and the rope would now meet my skin sooner as I would arch towards the lashings.
Soon his aim lowered to my glistening slit and with each quick whip he would fall it with a cooling breeze from his lips. I was now rocking my hips back and forth on the bed and flexing my tights as tight as I could with him kneeing between my legs. I could feel my body start to tense and a heat wash quickly over my whole being. He quickly snatched me up by the nape of my neck and stopped short of my mouth with his. I could hear his low raspy voice coo out to me and ask in a gentile, almost nervous voice if I was going to cum. I could feel the first tremble in the pit of my stomach and I moaned out and nodded. He roughly pushed me back down and got up from thebed with a crud torturous denial of my relief. I lay there, eyes darting from side to side in my fabric covered darkness, my breath caught in my throat, I could feel my body becomes tense, I hated him in such a good way.
Before I could reach my blindfold I felt his weight back on the bed and in one quick movement he cupped his hands under my hips and pulled my awaiting body onto his hard shaft. I wanted to scream out but the leather bound on my mouth was too tight for my jaw to wiggle loose. I dug my fingernails into the ruffled bed sheets and arched my back as I rolled my hips to grind with his and meet his demanding thrusts. My head was spinning and my body was rushing with a mixture of pain and delight as that damned rope nipped at my flesh again and again. Each lash leaving, poorly, bright strawberry red heated kisses over my fair skin. His cooing voice had dramatically changed to a dark rough voice, matching the braided rope that he whipped over my bare skin.
I could feel myself dripping with excitement as he fiercely ravaged my body and my tauntingly innocent sex. I wanted to scream out in delight and anger for making my already fiery climax halt and then build to this full body shaking, intense, screaming fit of delightful torture. I wrapped my legs around his waist and bared down against his rough, animalistic strokes into me as he dropped the rope and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling harshly and snapping my head back quickly to devoir my tender neck. He grunted out rude questions and hissed deeply in my ear with a taunting, moan-laced, laugh.
“The shy innocent girl is nothing but a fucking slut, aren’t you? You like it when I fuck you hard and make you beg for me to hurt you don’t you whore?” I could hear his dagger of a tongue grunt hotly into my ear and neck as he started to thrust harder and quicker. I let out a muffled scream of delight as my whole body tightened and shook, I could feel tears of orgasmic misery rush from inside me. I clawed at his chest and rode out my climax as rudely as I had worked up to it. Soon after his release and my calming he stood again, I heard him dress as I lay in a panting, gasping mess of shaking legs, burning skin, and drenched womanhood. As the door opened he paused slightly, his deep, now level voice granted me permission to remove my bindings and dress myself. He left before my weak arms could snatch off the scarf.
After catching my breath and standing slowly, I staggered to the bathroom and wavered in the door frame in front of the long mirror, admiring the fine art that was my striped skin.
Fin.
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