“What are your safe words?”
“Mercy and halt.”
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No tingling?” he asked taking my right hand in his looking over the nail beds then doing the same with the left hand.
“No, Sir.”
“You are to remain quiet,” he said softly, “if you can’t then I will gag you.”
I nodded my affirmative.
He kissed me softly, running his tongue over my bottom lip before nipping it then stepping away. I could feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation for what was to come.
He pulled something out of his back pocket and showed it to me. “Do you know what this is, Ashlen?”
I nodded, I did. It was an ordinary clothespin.
“There are so many uses for these,” he murmured looking it over.
He walked back towards me and pulled a nipple into his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue before sucking hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He ran his tongue back around the nipple before sucking again even harder before letting it go with a pop. He looked over his work before pinching the clothespin open and clamping it around my nipple, I gasped. I couldn’t help it, he gave me a warning look before repeating the same action on my other nipple. I was panting by the time he had the second clothespin secured.
“You look lovely like that, Ashlen,” he said while stepping back and looking over his work before flicking one of the clothespins. My knees nearly buckled at the pain pleasure of it.
He stepped back towards me checking my hands again. “You doing okay?” he asked quietly and I nodded.
He stepped back smiling then dropped down to his knees and looked up at me. “No coming, Ashlen” he demanded before pushing my legs apart. His eyes locked with mine he swept his tongue against the lips of my pussy before pulling one into his mouth and sucking on it. Never breaking eye contact with me, he released it then sucked in the other one, running his tongue along it. I shivered, and he released me from his mouth and eyes. His eyes fastening on my sensitive cunt, before leaning in and sliding his tongue from clit to opening. My eyes rolled back in my head and the only thing holding me up was the hands he placed on my hips. His tongue did the same torturous treatment again and again until I wasn’t sure if I was breathing or not any longer. He ran his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth hard. I fought for control of my body. I wanted to come so badly I was shaking with it. He continued to pull and lave the sensitive nub before biting it. I couldn’t help it, I screamed and he pulled back producing a smaller clothespin.
“Stay still, Ashlen,” he growled and I fought to obey as he slowly clipped the clothespin on my clit. He stood and took a step back looking me over. ,“You okay, Ashlen?”
I grunted in agreement, trying to stave off the orgasm that was building. That tiny clothespin was directly on my clit, and I could feel the blood pulsing, wanting to be released.
He stepped back towards me and unclipped my wrists from the chain, rubbing my shoulder and arms helping the blood flow come back. My arms tingled with the sudden burst of blood and I whimpered.
“I know, Ashlen, it’ll subside in a moment,” he murmured still rubbing my arms and shoulders. A minute later, he put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. “Better?”
I nodded.
“Good.” Then he grabbed a wrist and pulled me towards the bedroom. “Ashlen, I want you by the bench.”
I nodded and walked over to the modified bench at the end of his bed, and stood before it. I was looking forward to what was to come.
“You may speak, Ashlen. Do you want a paddle or a flogger tonight?”
“Flogger, Sir.”
“Knees on the bench, hands in front, legs spread.”
“Yes, Sir,” I told him and quickly took the position he wanted, kneeling on the bench. I heard him walk behind me and reach around clipping the cuffs together in front of my body. Then pulling my arms up so that he could he could link them to the chain that hung from the ceiling, connected to an O-ring that hid inside of a small box that looked like it was part of his security system. Cris had treats hidden all around his house; he said he didn’t want to be judged for the way he lived. I think he just got off turning the usual into the unusual.
“What are your safe words, Ashlen?”
“Mercy and halt, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured pushing my hair in front of my body then kissing my neck. I listened for the telltale sound of a flogger slicing through the air, and when I heard it, I readied my body. Only it didn’t come, the slap that sounded was against his palm. He did this over and over teasing me until finally, the first thud landed on my left side, from then on it was a steady thump of the flogger tails slapping against my skin. The soft leather leaving a small sting where it hit, over and over the thud against my skin, the pleasure radiating from the pain lulls me. I lost myself in the rhythm of it, in the burn building both on my skin and deep inside of me. Soon I was at its mercy, all I knew was the next strike, the next fix. Until finally, it was gone and I was lying on his bed, he was kneeling over me, watching me.
“How are you, Ashlen?”
“Good, sSir,” I slurred.
He smiled. “Ready to remove these?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied dazed, not fully understanding what he wanted but knew I would give him anything at this moment.
He slowly unpinned the first clothespin letting it fall while he leaned down and slowly licked my aching, pulsing nipple. Fire rushed through my body, it only increased when he released the second clothespin causing me to yell. He slowly trailed kisses down my body until he was once again between my spread legs.
“Ready, Ashlen?” he asked quietly.
I sobbed out a
Cris
I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head while she screamed. I gently sucked her clit, soothing the pain and adding to her pleasure. Kneeling over her, I grabbed her hips and angled her how I wanted before slowly entering her. She clenched around me and I ground my teeth. This wasn’t going to take long; we were both worked up.
“Don’t come until I say, Ashlen,” I growled.
She whimpered, I pulled back slowly before thrusting into her hard, over and over. I would slowly retreat from her body enjoying the way it fought me, wanted to keep me deep inside of her, before slamming back into her with enough force I had to keep a hold on her. She screamed, begged, and whimpered as I kept up pace.
“Please, Sir,” she slurred again, and I couldn’t deny her any longer.
“Come,” I demanded and she did. I felt her tighten around me, she screamed so loudly I was sure the neighbors would hear. I picked up my pace, thrusting into her faster and harder until I couldn’t hold off anymore. Her body was still convulsing around me when I let myself go deep inside of her. I fell to the side making sure not to put any weight on her. I kept an eye on Ash, while getting my breathing back to normal. Once I did, I looked over her nipples. They would be slightly bruised and tender. I gently turned her to her side and checked her back. Soft pink skin greeted me, I inspected the area and everything looked fine. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the lotion I kept there. I squirted some on my hands warming it up before slowly and as softly as possible rubbing it into the skin of her back, then focusing on her shoulders.
When I was finished with that, I rolled out of bed and went to the mini fridge I kept stocked with water and pulled out two bottles. I went back to the bed and kept watch over the zoned out Ash. She loved it when I was able to push her into sub space. After about fifteen minutes, she started to rouse, a small smile curling her lips.
“How are you?”
