Well, I said I wouldn't reveal when I stole some of my old writings, so this will be the exception.. Hmm, I am not doing a very good job for now, doing what I say I will.. Very feminine submissive character treat, perhaps, making promises to resist, and doing a poor job at it.. At least it describes me quite well..
I was recently away on a short break with Mr, one of the nights striding around in a nice dress, the only one I brought, and my 7 inch work heels. Friday evening sickness still hit me, falling sound asleep on the sofa. I hate it, when it happens, I feel like a bad girl in the wrong-not-sexy way, not available. On the other hand, fantasy, who wouldn't want to be woken up with hands, tightening their grip around hair, being told, that you had been bad.. In honesty, I actually think, he has tried, and to my embarrassment I probably treated the disturbance as if it was a fly or something else, being in the way..I have a job who has taught me to sleep anywhere at any time.. Nice job benefit, but sometimes, it gets the better of me..
Well, of course, that night I didn't treat him as a fly, I can't have, as he gave me the nicest back rub (and ass massage, too) for a long time. No sex, only tension in air, knowing, that he had planned things, and making me wait with tension all though my body, for what inevitably would come, the next morning instead..
Builds all kinds of tension in my body, getting nice massage, waiting for him perhaps to change his touch to something else completely, lying there waiting, hoping, for what doesn't come.. That night, he made me wait, and told me good night..
"Tomorrow morning, you will be tied up, to the beams in the ceiling..
Morning came, and I woke up very early, as always. I don't know why I always do that, being with him, but it must have to do with the fact that when he sleeps next to me, my body always stays somewhat alert. ´(Or perhaps a timed alarm clock..)And, I admit, always wake up next to him, feeling horny, being so quickly, very wet.. This morning, I was allowed, just shortly, to take his favorite first morning position, sitting on top of him, letting my cunt slowly lower itself down his cock..
"When you come up from downstairs again, I want you to put on your collar and your blind fold.."
So, I went downstairs, careful not to fall down stairs (has happened before, didn't want my buttocks bruised beforehand), put some wood on the fireplace, and came back up again.. Careful not to look too much into his eyes, knew they would be burning, and make my heart beat almost hurtful, if I looked too long.. I did as he was told, my fingers fumbling a bit with the buckle on the collar, blindfold easier, was put on my knees in the bed, in front of him..
Again I was told to sit on top of him, and sitting there, he tied up my hands, pulled my hands up over his head, and him knowing very clearly how I love the feeling of him inside me, he moved away from under my body..
He then pulled at the end of the rope that tied up my hands, pulling me and pushing me out of the bedroom, leashed, into the other room, warmer, and also with wooden beams..
He pushed me down on my knees, and sitting there, He tied my thighs together with another rope, so my cunt was hidden away and unavailable, and put metal clamps on my nipples..
Hearing my whimpering, he asked me, if it hurt, and I remembered, what he had said to me yesterday:
"Tomorrow, I will tie you to the beams, and I will want to hear you screaming, and I will go on after that.."
"I do not want you to count, I will spank you as long as I like with the cane, and you will not know, when I am going to stop.."
Remembering, I nodded, knowing, and not quite knowing, how far he would go..
Removing the clamps, he pulled my arms up, told me to stay on my knees, and stretched my arms so far up towards the beams, it hurt, and I couldn't help the whimpering sound, that came out of my mouth..
"Remember, Slut, I do this, not for your pleasure or for your punishment, I do this, just because I want to.."
And he did..
My cries out loud, it never felt like this before, it hurt so bad, I couldn't stop screaming, out in the quiet room, snow falling quietly outside, I was somewhere else.. With my screams, he sent me off, and when he stopped at last, I still knew, I would always want more..
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