could get. Her ankle, knee,
and hip bones worked in perfect choreography with each other, and the
relentless strikes of the flogger brought it all together.
Sam thought she could have kept running in place
forever, as long as he kept flogging her, but when he finally tossed the
flogger to the side, she kept running to the same tempo.
Without warning he lifted her by her hips, pulled the
plug from her ass, stretched the rope to the side, and positioned her ass over
his cock before pressing her onto it.
Sam drew in as much air as she could with the rope
around her ribcage, and screamed as his cock invaded her without giving her
time to adjust. As soon her ass touched the front of his body he reached to her
front, released the rope, and pulled it from her crotch. He went slow enough to
keep from burning the side of her clit, but fast enough it was too much to
handle, and her scream filled the room and echoed back.
Her Master tossed the rope aside and the dildo slid
from her pussy and thumped to the floor near his feet. Before she could catch
her breath, he was fucking her ass like a wild man again, and Sam squeezed the
spreader bar over her head in an attempt to gain some control with her
exhausted arms.
The weights on her nipples were too much now, as he
pounded into her from below, but she had no safeword, and had no words at all
at the moment, so she screamed and shrieked as he took her, and when at last he
spurted into her depths and stepped away, she hung limp from the rope.
“The day has barely begun, my lovely wife,” he said
as he released her wrists from the rope and spreader bar, and lifted her into
his arms. “You were beautiful, running for me. Such grace and elegance.”
He walked her outside and settled her onto the shiny
steel dining table. It was under a canopy, and in the shade, and the half wall
between her and the beach would keep anyone from seeing her…but still. She was
naked. Outside.
She tried to hold her screams in when he took the
nipple clamps off, but they’d been on a while, and she’d never been good at
handling that level of nipple pain. It felt as if both areolae were on fire,
with every sensitive nerve ending a blistering torment. She knew the pain would
fade, but it seemed to stretch much longer than normal, and she was practically
in tears before the agony finally faded.
When she was finally breathing normal, he allowed her
to sit up and drink as much as she wanted, and when she indicated she’d had
enough, he had her lie back again, centered on the table.
Her arms and shoulders hurt, and she was grateful he
bound her wrists to the outside of the table near her hips. Her legs, however,
he lifted over her shoulders, and used wide bands to attach her knees to the sides
of the table near her shoulders. A length of rope secured her ankles well above
her head, so she was bent in half with her legs straight.
The position pulled her ass up into the air, and as
she squeezed tight to keep the liquid from escaping her ass, he said, “I want
to see my cum leaking out of your ass. Don’t hold it in. There’s nothing
disgusting left in your colon, not after all those enemas last night.”
He was right, her final enema had come out all water,
with nothing smelly at all. She relaxed her ass and let the cum out, and he affectionately
patted the back of her leg as he said, “You have no idea how much this turns me
on. I never imagined I’d enjoy taking control of someone’s colon, and not just
their ass, but…” He smiled. “I love you, Samantha Levi.”
She didn’t correct him with the hyphenated last name.
She was whoever he wanted her to be right now, and that was fine with her.
He reached for her chest. “As a reward, I’ll take
this off so you can breathe better.”
Gentle hands removed the rope from around her breasts
and rib cage, and he caressed the indentations the rope had made and noted a
few areas they’d rubbed the skin. He massaged her breasts, moved up to
and hip bones worked in perfect choreography with each other, and the
relentless strikes of the flogger brought it all together.
Sam thought she could have kept running in place
forever, as long as he kept flogging her, but when he finally tossed the
flogger to the side, she kept running to the same tempo.
Without warning he lifted her by her hips, pulled the
plug from her ass, stretched the rope to the side, and positioned her ass over
his cock before pressing her onto it.
Sam drew in as much air as she could with the rope
around her ribcage, and screamed as his cock invaded her without giving her
time to adjust. As soon her ass touched the front of his body he reached to her
front, released the rope, and pulled it from her crotch. He went slow enough to
keep from burning the side of her clit, but fast enough it was too much to
handle, and her scream filled the room and echoed back.
Her Master tossed the rope aside and the dildo slid
from her pussy and thumped to the floor near his feet. Before she could catch
her breath, he was fucking her ass like a wild man again, and Sam squeezed the
spreader bar over her head in an attempt to gain some control with her
exhausted arms.
The weights on her nipples were too much now, as he
pounded into her from below, but she had no safeword, and had no words at all
at the moment, so she screamed and shrieked as he took her, and when at last he
spurted into her depths and stepped away, she hung limp from the rope.
“The day has barely begun, my lovely wife,” he said
as he released her wrists from the rope and spreader bar, and lifted her into
his arms. “You were beautiful, running for me. Such grace and elegance.”
He walked her outside and settled her onto the shiny
steel dining table. It was under a canopy, and in the shade, and the half wall
between her and the beach would keep anyone from seeing her…but still. She was
naked. Outside.
She tried to hold her screams in when he took the
nipple clamps off, but they’d been on a while, and she’d never been good at
handling that level of nipple pain. It felt as if both areolae were on fire,
with every sensitive nerve ending a blistering torment. She knew the pain would
fade, but it seemed to stretch much longer than normal, and she was practically
in tears before the agony finally faded.
When she was finally breathing normal, he allowed her
to sit up and drink as much as she wanted, and when she indicated she’d had
enough, he had her lie back again, centered on the table.
Her arms and shoulders hurt, and she was grateful he
bound her wrists to the outside of the table near her hips. Her legs, however,
he lifted over her shoulders, and used wide bands to attach her knees to the sides
of the table near her shoulders. A length of rope secured her ankles well above
her head, so she was bent in half with her legs straight.
The position pulled her ass up into the air, and as
she squeezed tight to keep the liquid from escaping her ass, he said, “I want
to see my cum leaking out of your ass. Don’t hold it in. There’s nothing
disgusting left in your colon, not after all those enemas last night.”
He was right, her final enema had come out all water,
with nothing smelly at all. She relaxed her ass and let the cum out, and he affectionately
patted the back of her leg as he said, “You have no idea how much this turns me
on. I never imagined I’d enjoy taking control of someone’s colon, and not just
their ass, but…” He smiled. “I love you, Samantha Levi.”
She didn’t correct him with the hyphenated last name.
She was whoever he wanted her to be right now, and that was fine with her.
He reached for her chest. “As a reward, I’ll take
this off so you can breathe better.”
Gentle hands removed the rope from around her breasts
and rib cage, and he caressed the indentations the rope had made and noted a
few areas they’d rubbed the skin. He massaged her breasts, moved up to
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