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  When John was finally done playing with me,me and after my wails and writhing had subsided, he smeared aloe ointment generously over my breasts. He rubbed the cool gel all over the round globes, especially in between. He took off his clothes and straddled my chest. Pressing my breasts together, he thrust his ready cock between them. It slid easily in the lubricated tube of flesh he’d made for it and, although my tits were in excruciating pain, I was fascinated watching his prick slide back and forth. I could see the swollen head coming at my face with each stroke. It was an angry shade of red and looked ready to explode.

  I looked up and John towered above me. His head was thrown back and guttural groans came from his throat. He continued to squeeze my tits tight against his shaft and pump between them faster and faster. His mounting ecstasy thrilled me and then he suddenly came, shooting warm spunk over my chest, neck and chin. It slipped down my neck to drip onto the bed.

  John collapsed against the bedposts, his warm belly smothering me for a moment, before he rolled off. He lay beside me, looking at his come decorating my body. Then, he trailed his finger through a wad of jism and smeared it over my mouth. I licked my lips, savoring the taste, and he fed me some more.

  After a while, John stood up and untied my gag. “Had enough for today?”

  “Yes.”

  He told me to go home, apply the aloe ointment he gave me to my breasts every day and not to touch them further. “No squeezing, pinching, twisting, nothing,” he warned. “I’m going on a business trip, and I’ll call you when I get back. I’ll pick up some things while I’m in the city and we’ll see what other damage we can do.”

  He untied me. “Remember, no playing with your tits in any way, and no masturbating either. I want you to think about what’s coming and savor it. Wait for it. Understand?”

  “Yes.” I was thrilled and sure that the anticipation would kill me.

  I rolled off the bed and put on my clothes, gingerly covering my scarred breasts.

  “By the way,” he said before I left. “Those marks aren’t permanent—I don’t think. But, while you wear them, they’ll remind you that you belong to me. Nobody else touches your tits.”

  I smiled and headed back home.

  The days without John were long and boring. I went to work, lounged by our pool, and hung out with my friends. All the time my mind revolved around what John might be planning for me, and how soon I could expect him home.

  Four days later, I saw his car in his driveway. Later that evening, there was a call and then a click as someone hung up without speaking. I took it as a message and went to his house that evening.

  He handed me a gift-wrapped box, which I opened to find a pair of silver nipple clamps. I’d seen them online but never had the nerve to order them.

  I stripped out of my blouse and smiled as he stared at my breasts. He leaned in and fastened the clamps on my nearly healed nipples. He made them snug but not too tight—not yet. “They look good on you,” he told me. “I want you to wear them under your clothes all day tomorrow. But for now...” He took them off and put them in the box. “...lie on the bed face down. I’m going to tie you up.”

  I complied immediately, enjoying the sensation of the ropes knotted around my hands and ankles. He drew my ankles up toward my hands, which were twisted halfway up my back. Fastening them all together in an intricate tangle, he rolled me over so that I was lying on top of my arms and legs. The stretching on the front of my thighs and in my shoulders was unbearable. Luckily, I was limber.

  “See how you look?” he said, tilting the full-length mirror at the foot of his bed so I could see myself bound and helpless on his bed. My breasts were thrusting up from my chest, nubs peaking in the cool air. “Keep watching,” he ordered as he flicked at each nipple with his fingertip. He disappeared for a moment and I continued to stare at my bound and naked body as requested. When he returned, he had a short riding crop. He smacked it against the palm of his hand so I could hear it crack and then he touched the tip lightly to each nipple to let me know what was coming. I tensed with anticipation as he drew his hand up high. The whip whistled through the air and landed with a sharp slice across my breasts.

  I cried out and he held up his hand. “No! I’m not gagging you this time. You must hold back your cries or I’ll hit you even harder.”

  I nodded and bit down on my lower lip as he raised the crop again. It whipped through the air with lightning speed and bit into my tits. In turn, I bit down so hard on my lower lip that I tasted blood. John’s eyes gleamed as he raised the whip and slapped it, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, across my breasts over and over.

  In the mirror, I saw red welts rising across my creamy flesh. Soon my breasts were a mass of thin slices laid on top of the barely healed red marks from the burning. It was fascinating. It was beautiful. And again, through the pain I felt myself rising into an endorphin-induced euphoria.

  Instead of crying out, I called out encouraging him, “More! Hurt me. Whip me.” My arms and legs ached from their awkward positions, especially with my body weight pressing into my twisted arms. But still, I felt my wet crotch responding, loosening and craving contact with John’s dick. “Fuck me!” I begged.

  He halted, looked at me and then abruptly flicked the crop across my open cunt. I yelped despite myself and twisted on the bed. He smiled and did it again.

  “Oh god!” I cried out as he whipped my crotch several more times.

  “Enough?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please,” I begged for relief. Tears were trickling from the corners of my eyes down into my ears.

  He laid the crop aside and took off his clothes. He climbed on top of me, holding his weight on his arms, and began teasing the lips of my cunt with the tip of his cock. My sensitive flesh stung where he had whipped it, but the slow tracing of my slit felt fantastic. I’d been without his dick for days. My anticipation at having it back inside me mounted with each second.

  “You want it?”

  “Yes.”

  “You really want it?”

  “Oh god, yes.”

  “Let me hear you beg for it.”

  “Please, fuck me. All I could think about every day you were gone was your dick in my cunt. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

  I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear but the words worked. Without any more foreplay, he slid his cock into me. My cunt ached from the switching it had received, but inside my slick channel the thick cock caressed me. I clenched my inner muscles around it, holding it like a welcoming fist.

  He pistoned his hips, drawing himself in and out of my wet pussy. “Beg for it some more, bitch,” he whispered in my ear as his hand grabbed an abused tit and twisted. “I love to hear you plead.”

  Between my lust-filled moans, I managed to give him what he needed, telling him how much I loved his big, hard, thick cock and how I adored the pain he inflicted on my tits. I offered to come to him any time of day or night that he called for me. I told him I would do whatever he requested for as long as he was interested in me. And finally, I called him, ‘master.’

  That did it. My complete subjugation put him over the top. He jammed into me a final time and came with a howling cry that filled the room and sent me spiraling into an orgasm of my own.

  After he was finished, he released me from my bonds and told me to dress. When I was back in my clothes, with my nipple clamps securely fastened beneath my shirt, I said, “I mean it. Everything I said. I’ve been waiting for somebody like you my whole life. And I’m here for as long as you want me.”

  He smiled. “I’ve dated a lot of girls but haven’t found one who’s interested in doing the things I’m interested in. You’re perfect. And there’s so much more for us to try. I’m going to start taking pictures, too.”

  “Yes,” I hissed, already aroused at the idea of posing for him and having mementos of our experiences.

  “You’re a good girl,” he said, kissing me for the first time.

  Our tongues tangled together and he held me close for a few moments. Then, reaching under my shirt to give my clamps a final twist, he sent me home.

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  Cherry Lee is firmly of the opinion that sometimes a girl just wants to get really, really naughty. Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. Cherry Lee enjoys exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample her stories. You may learn more about Cherry at her website: http://www.cherryleewriter.com.

  You can find other e-books written by Cherry Lee at Darker Pleasures (www.darkerpleasures.com).

  Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in erotic breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotica authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures began publishing revised and edited releases of the BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine. Darker Pleasures’ stories and books can be found through Smashwords and other e-book outlets.

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  Cherry Lee is firmly of the opinion that sometimes a girl just wants to get really, really naughty. Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. Cherry Lee enjoys exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample her stories. You may learn more about Cherry at her website: http://www.cherryleewriter.com

  Other e-books written by Cherry Lee can be found at:

  https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/cherrilee

  Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotic authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Daniels, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures started publishing revised and edited releases of BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine through Smashwords.

  Other e-books published by Darker Pleasures can be found at:

  https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/darkerpleasures

 

 

 

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