ride.
Fresh air cooled her legs and dimly Sarah realized Phillip was cutting away the plastic wrap, allowing her skin to breathe again. Her soul was too contented to be disturbed by moving, however. Satisfied, she remained relaxed, letting him play with her as if she were a rag doll or a puppet he could control.
Does control , she amended, in a slow, buzzed sort of way inside her mind. She felt him push her right leg up until her heel just touched the back of her thigh. He must’ve tied it there somehow, she decided, when she realized she couldn’t straighten it again. The thought didn’t alarm her. She simply accepted whatever he would do, content to let him take his pleasure any way he wanted.
He did the same to the other leg, leaving the plastic on the upper half of her body, her fingers free to wiggle but her wrists still tight to her hips. She felt herself being pulled along the table and realized he must’ve brought her to the edge so he could take her. The thought of accepting his cock stirred her idle tolerance and tendrils of tension began to weave together again.
But it wasn’t his cock she felt after he removed the wet butterfly. Warmth enveloped her and the aware part of her brain, which admittedly was still mostly asleep, realized he was washing her with a wonderfully soft, warm cloth. He dried her as well and if she’d had the energy, she would have smiled.
Phillip set the towel aside and picked up her favorite instrument, letting the smooth deerskin barely touch the skin of her thighs. Dragging the long thongs along her pussy lips, Phillip pulled the small flogger through her slit, watching her reactions. With her head bound as it was, he could not read the look in her eyes or listen to her words. While part of him missed those, another part enjoyed the total power she gave him. He pulled the flogger through her slit again and when she creamed, he knew she wanted more.
A heaving flogging was not what he had in mind this time, however. He pulled a stool over to the end of the table and sat down, arranging a few of the candles so her slit was fully lighted. With the flogger, he continued to lull her, not really slapping it against her skin but rather lightly landing it and pulling it through her legs.
Two minutes, three minutes…five minutes. He didn’t change the slow pace or the lightness of the slaps. Her breathing settled into a regular pattern and he knew her mind was floating free once more. Time to up the ante.
Almost imperceptibly, he let the flogger land a little harder against her pussy lips. Not much, just enough to move her even deeper into the subspace she longed for. Every ten or so slaps he would increase the strength of the slap, still keeping the same slow pace.
A pace that became maddeningly slow to her. Phillip could tell by the whimpers that were really small moans in the back of her throat. He obliged her and picked up the pace. Her pussy lips turned pink now and fresh white cream appeared. He increased the intensity again and listened to the whimpers turn to muffled pleas.
He hit her tender flesh harder now, each blow making her soul swell with desire. She arched her back and he quickened the pace, watching her body’s reactions. And when she came, he knew by the way her voice wailed in the back of her throat and by the way her pussy lips opened, inviting him in.
Phillip needed no second invitation. Dropping the flogger on the blue velvet, he stood and slid his pants off, his cock already hard. Long and thick, he knew she would take him easily, yet he tormented himself first, rubbing his cock head in her juices until it glistened.
Only then did he plunge into her tight hole, her swollen pussy lips enveloping him in a snug embrace. Her body accepted more than half his length in his first thrust. Pulling out, he pushed in again and again, feeling her take more of him each time until his cock was fully buried inside her.
He stayed there, pushing against her body,
Fresh air cooled her legs and dimly Sarah realized Phillip was cutting away the plastic wrap, allowing her skin to breathe again. Her soul was too contented to be disturbed by moving, however. Satisfied, she remained relaxed, letting him play with her as if she were a rag doll or a puppet he could control.
Does control , she amended, in a slow, buzzed sort of way inside her mind. She felt him push her right leg up until her heel just touched the back of her thigh. He must’ve tied it there somehow, she decided, when she realized she couldn’t straighten it again. The thought didn’t alarm her. She simply accepted whatever he would do, content to let him take his pleasure any way he wanted.
He did the same to the other leg, leaving the plastic on the upper half of her body, her fingers free to wiggle but her wrists still tight to her hips. She felt herself being pulled along the table and realized he must’ve brought her to the edge so he could take her. The thought of accepting his cock stirred her idle tolerance and tendrils of tension began to weave together again.
But it wasn’t his cock she felt after he removed the wet butterfly. Warmth enveloped her and the aware part of her brain, which admittedly was still mostly asleep, realized he was washing her with a wonderfully soft, warm cloth. He dried her as well and if she’d had the energy, she would have smiled.
Phillip set the towel aside and picked up her favorite instrument, letting the smooth deerskin barely touch the skin of her thighs. Dragging the long thongs along her pussy lips, Phillip pulled the small flogger through her slit, watching her reactions. With her head bound as it was, he could not read the look in her eyes or listen to her words. While part of him missed those, another part enjoyed the total power she gave him. He pulled the flogger through her slit again and when she creamed, he knew she wanted more.
A heaving flogging was not what he had in mind this time, however. He pulled a stool over to the end of the table and sat down, arranging a few of the candles so her slit was fully lighted. With the flogger, he continued to lull her, not really slapping it against her skin but rather lightly landing it and pulling it through her legs.
Two minutes, three minutes…five minutes. He didn’t change the slow pace or the lightness of the slaps. Her breathing settled into a regular pattern and he knew her mind was floating free once more. Time to up the ante.
Almost imperceptibly, he let the flogger land a little harder against her pussy lips. Not much, just enough to move her even deeper into the subspace she longed for. Every ten or so slaps he would increase the strength of the slap, still keeping the same slow pace.
A pace that became maddeningly slow to her. Phillip could tell by the whimpers that were really small moans in the back of her throat. He obliged her and picked up the pace. Her pussy lips turned pink now and fresh white cream appeared. He increased the intensity again and listened to the whimpers turn to muffled pleas.
He hit her tender flesh harder now, each blow making her soul swell with desire. She arched her back and he quickened the pace, watching her body’s reactions. And when she came, he knew by the way her voice wailed in the back of her throat and by the way her pussy lips opened, inviting him in.
Phillip needed no second invitation. Dropping the flogger on the blue velvet, he stood and slid his pants off, his cock already hard. Long and thick, he knew she would take him easily, yet he tormented himself first, rubbing his cock head in her juices until it glistened.
Only then did he plunge into her tight hole, her swollen pussy lips enveloping him in a snug embrace. Her body accepted more than half his length in his first thrust. Pulling out, he pushed in again and again, feeling her take more of him each time until his cock was fully buried inside her.
He stayed there, pushing against her body,
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