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Master once again moved
up the bed, and I felt him slowly unbutton my silk nightshirt.
With each button he undid, he paused to gently kiss and lick my skin that
he had revealed. I started to move against him now begging him to
take my nipple into his mouth with my animalistic body language. After
what seemed like years of torture, I felt his tongue circling my
nipple, gently stroking it. I could feel my nipple become erect under
his skillful touch and started to moan as much as the ball gag in my mouth
would allow. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I sucked
in all my breath and held it. I was afraid to move or do anything
to break this spell. After a few moments of lovingly licking and
stroking each nipple with his tongue, I felt him reach aside for something.
The next thing I felt was the coolness of the nipple clamp against my skin.
I felt him secure the clamp, which pinched in just the right way.
It's a feeling that is almost impossible to describe - it's like the sweetest
pain that you could ever endure. The tightness, the coolness of it
- it almost takes my breath away, even thinking about it now. |
| He pressed down on my ballgag
and quietly laughed something out about not wanting to wake China.
Master then stood up, and I could hear the rustle of his clothing falling
to the ground. I started to pant and I could feel the slippery wetness
of my cum and excitement on my thighs. I felt him climb onto the
bed and heard the rustle of the spreader bar and chain as he slid beneath
them, pinning me down even more. He laid there for a moment on top
of me and we both savored the warm feeling of each other's skin.
I was shocked when I felt him snap his arm down and in one swift motion
rip off my panty. Before I could even gasp, he entered me.
The first thrust was so powerful,
I almost screamed from it. It was almost violent in it's intensity
and greed. I felt like he was claiming me with some manly rage of
lust. I loved it. In and out, he went back and forth.
Making me cum many times while he violently fucked me. His hands
dug into my side, almost bruising me and I shuddered once again with the
thought of his mark on me. It was then that I felt his release, and
I was so giddy that I almost started to giggle. Afterwards, I remember
laying in bed, looking up at the ring in the ceiling with the chain still
attached. I wanted to get up and give it a hug and kiss, but I was
too tired. |
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