A man with a strong submissive and kinky side. I write (in the loosest sense of the word), podcast and socialize in New York City
I thought we were done for the moment.
Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.
The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.
We weren’t done yet though.
She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.
Hard.
She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands from the leather cuffs so I could hold her.
I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.
She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.
She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.
What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.
I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.
I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.
I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.
There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.
I melted.
Not all of me, but most of me.
“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.
“Fuck indeed” she smiled.
Related posts:
- Suspended, Fucked and Kissed The spreader bar held my ankles, my wrists were attached...
- Bent Over She had me bent over, arms tied to bondage points...
- The Loss Of A Hero Christopher Hitchens was a personal hero. If you’re not familiar...
- Thanks, I needed that. Thanks, I needed that My schedule lately: 6:30am Shower, answer...
The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me
Marvellous. That’s brought a smile to my lips on this otherwise quiet Friday afternoon.
I have been lurking on your blog for a long time and have only now felt compelled to comment.
I want to know more about your relationship dynamic with her, what you are like when you’re not having sex.
Does she know about your blog? On behalf of your readers I suggest that she start posting here as well.
She’s a very lucky woman to have a slave like you. If I lived in your city I would have snatched you up myself.
Very enjoyable read
@MissCBT
We are Mistress and Slave
We are woman and man
We are free
We are fluid
We are comfortable
We are happy
Even when we’re not having sex.
I am really happy for both of you. (And jealous of course.)
Wait, Mistress Sade? Wow. You’re a very lucky guy. Congrats. (I knew there was spark on that Masocast interview.)
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors“Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors“Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
love this. love the blog. I’ll be back…
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] Behind Closed Doors “Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.” [...]
[...] on purpose.”It’s Always the Quiet Ones…“So grabbing her hips, I pulled her in for a kiss.”Behind Closed Doors“Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie [...]