The Pain
I knew it was going to hurt. I knew he would leave me marked. I craved to feel his hot breath close to my neck. I melted the moment he whispered in my ear, "You're mine always and forever angel." I am certain that if I were allowed I would have orgasmed at this alone.
It began, a slow yet methodical pitter patter on my backside with the leather strap. The music in the background playing just the right tune to lull me into the world of subspace. Master's incredible skill to know just what I have been silently asking for over this last week. I hate the thought of not seeing Master at least once a week. But knowing the seperation would bring us closer together does seem to ease my mind.
Then the sting came, my world changed. I went from that warm cozy feeling of just being with Master into total sub mode for him. Today he had a need, a need to use me and a need to make me realize that no matter who or what tries to come between us, that I in fact do and always will belong to him. Oh how this hurt. I wanted to cry out yet knowing that I needed to have this pain as much as Master needed to deliver it to my body left me just craving more. Harder the stings came on parts of my body that were unwelted. The music stronger Masters rythem in perfect tune to the music. My body his playground. His body pressing against my hot welted skin, his rock hard manhood seeming to want to find its place deep inside me yet he was not ready for his release just yet. He forced me to suck his manhood hard and fast and if not going fast enough he grabbed my long curly locks and forced me onto him exactly the way he needed to use me. His words so commanding. His strength felt with each sting of the cane. His body needing this abuse as well. I gripped hard into his thighs as I sucked him as hard, deep, and fast as he commanded. Not stopping regardless of gagging, regardless of any pain I was still feeling as his other hand had not stopped caneing my back. My orgasms one after another as this is going on, my sweet nectar pouring down my legs, soaking the kneeling pad below me. Master seeing this as he is towered over me. He knew that is the release I needed. He took me hard and fast my body his paradise for pain and pleasure. He slowed his rythem and lifted me up to the bed. Ahhh the music at a slower pace now.
Will Master make sweet love to me now? Will my body have a break? No, he threw me face down onto the bed and fucked my ass just as hard as he could. No slow entry, no soft love making. Just plain hard fucking. But you know what? I fucked him back as hard as I could. I begged him to go deeper and harder and not stop. I did not want slow and easy at this point. I wanted to be used as he needed.
Finally He stopped. He fell over my body and just held me. He kept whispering "Shhh, it's okay." He stroked my hair and ran his fingers along my sides as he laid on top of my body. He then scooted me up to the bed spread my legs and entered my sweet wet mound. He found me tight as could be and only needed to thrust a few times to find his release. The way my walls felt around his hardness taking him in with just the right amount of tightness sent him into one of the most powerful orgasms I have felt in years with Master.
Master collapsed. I couldn't move for what seemed like hours, yet it was only moments later that I was doing exactly what I needed to do.
Lotion in hand Masters body got his usual massage to work out the kinks of the morning of hard work on my body.
Thank you Master for always knowing.
It began, a slow yet methodical pitter patter on my backside with the leather strap. The music in the background playing just the right tune to lull me into the world of subspace. Master's incredible skill to know just what I have been silently asking for over this last week. I hate the thought of not seeing Master at least once a week. But knowing the seperation would bring us closer together does seem to ease my mind.
Then the sting came, my world changed. I went from that warm cozy feeling of just being with Master into total sub mode for him. Today he had a need, a need to use me and a need to make me realize that no matter who or what tries to come between us, that I in fact do and always will belong to him. Oh how this hurt. I wanted to cry out yet knowing that I needed to have this pain as much as Master needed to deliver it to my body left me just craving more. Harder the stings came on parts of my body that were unwelted. The music stronger Masters rythem in perfect tune to the music. My body his playground. His body pressing against my hot welted skin, his rock hard manhood seeming to want to find its place deep inside me yet he was not ready for his release just yet. He forced me to suck his manhood hard and fast and if not going fast enough he grabbed my long curly locks and forced me onto him exactly the way he needed to use me. His words so commanding. His strength felt with each sting of the cane. His body needing this abuse as well. I gripped hard into his thighs as I sucked him as hard, deep, and fast as he commanded. Not stopping regardless of gagging, regardless of any pain I was still feeling as his other hand had not stopped caneing my back. My orgasms one after another as this is going on, my sweet nectar pouring down my legs, soaking the kneeling pad below me. Master seeing this as he is towered over me. He knew that is the release I needed. He took me hard and fast my body his paradise for pain and pleasure. He slowed his rythem and lifted me up to the bed. Ahhh the music at a slower pace now.
Will Master make sweet love to me now? Will my body have a break? No, he threw me face down onto the bed and fucked my ass just as hard as he could. No slow entry, no soft love making. Just plain hard fucking. But you know what? I fucked him back as hard as I could. I begged him to go deeper and harder and not stop. I did not want slow and easy at this point. I wanted to be used as he needed.
Finally He stopped. He fell over my body and just held me. He kept whispering "Shhh, it's okay." He stroked my hair and ran his fingers along my sides as he laid on top of my body. He then scooted me up to the bed spread my legs and entered my sweet wet mound. He found me tight as could be and only needed to thrust a few times to find his release. The way my walls felt around his hardness taking him in with just the right amount of tightness sent him into one of the most powerful orgasms I have felt in years with Master.
Master collapsed. I couldn't move for what seemed like hours, yet it was only moments later that I was doing exactly what I needed to do.
Lotion in hand Masters body got his usual massage to work out the kinks of the morning of hard work on my body.
Thank you Master for always knowing.
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