by
Mistress
Sierra
It
had been quite a search for her; the search to find the one
who would take her wrath, her anger, her abuse and come back
for more, just to please her.
She
was a rather sadistic woman; full of evil thoughts of how to
use men for her pleasure. They met over coffee one day. He opened
the door for her and she walked out to the patio and sat down.
She reached in her purse for a cigarette. As she put it in her
mouth and was about to look back into her purse for a lighter,
he was already there with the lit match. She inhaled deeply,
looked up and met his eyes as he blew the match out. "Thank
you", she said. "My pleasure, Ma'am", he replied
with a pleasant smile.
They
spent most of the afternoon at the coffee house getting to know
one another and exchanging stories about what they were looking
for in a mate. All he wanted was to please and be the best submissive
he could be. What she wanted besides willingness and obedience
was for a man to be strong enough to take the pain she so needed
to get out of her. He said that he wasn't sure how much pain
he'd be able to withstand, but that he was more than willing
to give it a try to please her.
As
afternoon turned into evening, he followed her in his truck
to her house. After entering the house, she went about lighting
candles.
He
stood there awkwardly watching, not knowing whether to help
her, sit down or just stand and wait for directions. She notices
that he is uncomfortable. He barely sees the smile and the glint
of pleasure in her eyes.
When
there is a nice glow around the living room, he looks around
and notices the modern style of decor; the black couches and
entertainment center, but also notices little hints of her lifestyle
hidden in various places. The plants are hung from the ceiling
with eyebolts and chains; there is a pair of handcuffs hanging
on the wall. To the average person, something so subtle wouldn't
stand out at all. He can hear the gentle sound of running water
and notices various water fountains decorating various corners
of the room. He is getting excited at the thought that soon
she is about to have full control of him and he is wondering
what she is going to do.
Maybe
it was the candle lighting or maybe it was the rush of blood
going through his body, but when she came up to him and started
to remove his jacket, he seemed to notice the sadistic look
and glare in her eyes, but with a slight smile added. He's doing
his best to look casual and remain calm, but he is filled with
so much anticipation and excitement, he's afraid she'll hear
his heartbeat.
She
then takes off his shirt and throws it over the back of the
couch. She takes her fingertip and runs it along his chest over
his arm and around to his back. She is looking him up and down,
noticing every curve, noticing the way the hair caresses his
body, sizing up his muscle tone to see how much he is going
to be able to handle. She runs her hands from his shoulders
down the bare skin of his back and over his pants. She is getting
to know his body, testing his skin temperature, so that when
she warms up his butt, she'll notice the difference. He stands
there very still letting her inspect him.
She
slides her arms around his side, presses her breasts into his
back and reaches around to the front of his waist and unbuttons
his jeans. She slides her hands inside and runs them along his
hips around to his rear and back to the front where she grabs
his crotch firmly and gives a slight squeeze. His shoulders
tense up in anticipation for pain. However, she releases her
grip and gently rubs the palm of her hand over him and back
out of his jeans. She pulls down and he steps out of his clothing.
He
is standing there in front of her nude. She comes around to
the front of him and stands with her arms crossed, looking him
up and down. He is rather embarrassed to be in front of her
fully nude while she is so carefully scrutinizing him. He tries
to read her face for signs of approval, but she gives none.
She simply says, "humph" and then walks out of the
room to the back of the house. He stands there rather uncomfortably
looking around and notices that when she returns, she is holding
a few coils of rope. His eyebrows raise slightly and he wonders
what she is going to do.
She
picks one of the coils and drops the remainder on the coffee
table next to her. She unties the rope and holds one end while
letting the remainder drop to the floor with a thud. She ties
a knot in the end of the rope and reaches around him to put
it over his head. He bends down slightly to allow her to reach
over him and as he does, he breathes in the smell of her beautiful,
long, curly hair. She notices this and decides to tease him
further by brushing her breasts up against his chest as she
puts the rope over his head and drapes it over his shoulders.
She
brings the rope in front of him and begins tying it in knots.
She begins to wind the rope around him front to back through
the knots. She watches as the rope slides across his hips and
sometimes over his erection. She smiles wider as she watches
his cock twitch and grow bigger when the rope caresses it. When
she has finished wrapping the cocoon of rope around him, she
stands behind him and reaches around to the front and begins
tightening the rope going from his chest down to his crotch.
When she is at the end, she firmly tugs on the rope before tying
it off, which throws him slightly off balance for a second.
She giggles.
She
runs her hands down his sides and feels the combination of rope
and his skin beneath her palms. She brings her hands down his
body and around to his rear where she squeezes the roundness
of his cheeks, gradually squeezing harder until her nails are
digging into his skin. She feels excitement at this man's obedience
and the control he has given her over him. She goes around to
the front of him and grabs onto the harness and pulls him into
the bedroom. She stands him at the foot of the bed facing her,
and then pushes on his chest, forcing him to the bed. He falls
with a thud on the bed and she grabs his ankles and pushes them
towards his torso, forcing his knees up and out. His thighs
and crotch are fully exposed to her.
She
puts leather restraints on his ankles and attaches them to the
harness so that he is no longer able to stretch out his legs.
She runs her hand from his right knee up his thigh, over his
crotch and down the other side. She notices the smooth, unmarked
skin and appreciates it as if an artist would a blank canvas.
She
rolls him over onto his knees, which now forces his butt into
the air. She reaches into her bag and pulls out the blindfold.
She pulls up her skirt, straddles his back and sits on him,
reaching around to put the blindfold over his eyes. He notices
her wetness on his back.
She
slides down, brushing her breasts against him as she gets down
from the bed. She caresses his bare butt before reaching for
the flogger and gently swinging it across his ass. She is very
aware of his skin color and how it changes from a light, pale
color to soft pink streaks. She watches for a sign of discomfort,
but he remains perfectly still.
She
begins to build up speed and increases the intensity of the
blows as she watches the color change. She stops frequently
and feels the temperature of his skin, while caressing and soothing
him at the same time. Every once in awhile, she hauls off with
a very hard blow, but he still remains motionless, taking everything
she can dish out.
She
stops the flogging to get the crops. She starts with the short,
black riding crop and takes aim by gently caressing his skin
with it. She pulls back and gives a good, hard tap, making sure
the end and the rod in the crop make contact with his skin.
He hisses in air through his teeth, but keeps his body perfectly
still.
She
smacks the other cheek without warning. She switches to the
long, springy, pink crop and gives a good blow to both cheeks
at the same time. Again, he sucks in a breath of air, but shows
no movement. She loves this. He can take just about anything
she dishes out. However, now it has become a challenge to make
him grunt or flinch.
She
pushes him back onto his back where his thighs and crotch are
once again exposed to her. She hits the inside of his thighs
with the flogger. The skin here is much more sensitive and begins
to turn pink rather quickly. There is still no movement from
him. She then takes a long, wooden spoon and taps sharply and
rapidly on the inside of his thighs about four or five times.
When she stops, she watches his face wrinkle up, his lips open
up slightly as he sucks in air through his clenched teeth. This
must have come pretty close to making him flinch.
She
looks around the room, looking for more torture instruments.
She grabs a box of colorful clothespins from the shelf and a
thin, short rope from the wall. She ties the thin rope around
his cock and balls and tightens it before tying it off. She
then pulls on the skin, that is now turning red from being bound
so tightly, and one by one, puts clothespins around the outside.
He looks like a pincushion by the time she is done or possibly
a colorful porcupine. She giggles again.
She
sees the red streaks on the inside of his thighs that had formed
from the flogging and spoon. She can clearly see the outline
of the spoon where she hit him. Since her face is so close to
his thighs, she licks the red spots with her tongue. She can
feel the heat coming from his skin where she hit him.
She
sucks slightly then bites down, gradually clamping down harder
and harder, till he finally yells out and jumps. She moves her
head back, slaps him on the inside of the thighs with her hand
and says with laughter, "Ha! Finally!"
She
is excited about finally dishing out enough pain. She examines
his body and all the marks she has created. It has worked her
up. She is sweating and notices that she is also quite aroused
too. She stands over him with her ankles against his sides and
grabs his hands. She puts his hands on her legs. He feels the
lace of her stockings. He runs his hands up her legs till he
reaches the end of the stocking where the garter holds them
up. He feels her bare skin where the stockings end and slides
his hands over her bare ass before bringing his hands back down
her legs.
She
puts one of her feet on his face and rubs it over his mouth
and nose and lets him inhale the aroma of her stockings. She
turns around and sits down on his face. He nuzzles around till
he finds the wet spot and begins licking. She now bends over
to have access to his crotch again. She strokes his hard cock
a few times then reaches down and pinches one of the clothespins
tighter. He licks faster.
She
begins to remove some of the clothespins. She notices the change
of his tongue in her as she is removing the items from his skin.
She touches where the clothespins were and notices the deep
marks they have left. She pushes slightly and he groans a little
bit, but still continues to lick and suck her clit. The markings
from the clothespins and knowing his pain are such a turn on
to her.
She
pushes down harder onto his face, grinding herself into his
mouth. She groans and sighs with pleasure while removing a few
more clothespins. The intensity of the moment is almost more
than they can both bear. So, she stands up, turns around and
sits down on his stomach, the wetness between her legs spreading
across his skin.
She
leans over him, pulls down the lace of the corset under her
breasts and brushes the tip of her breast over his mouth. She
grabs his hands and pushes them back against the bed by his
head. He is unable to touch or see her. He opens his mouth,
sticks out his tongue and tries to find her nipple.
She
teases him by pressing into his mouth, then pulling back again.
Again, she giggles. She enjoys teasing him, but can no longer
hold herself back and forces her breast into his mouth. He flicks
his tongue over her nipple. She grabs his hair and forces his
mouth more into her, pushing her breast into him. As he sucks
harder on her nipple, he can hear her moaning sweetly in his
ear. She can feel his erection touch her ass. She pushes back
a little to put pressure on his cock.
She
reaches around, strokes his shaft a couple of times, then quickly
reaches down and pulls off three clothespins rapidly. It catches
him off guard and he tenses up a little bit with the pain, but
still continues to suck on her breast. She removes all the clothespins
one by one, watching the look on his face, hoping to read the
pain. She pops her breast out of his mouth and slides her hips
onto his head. Her thighs straddle his head as he sucks and
licks with passion. She grinds back and forth over his mouth
till he brings her to orgasm. She gently squeezes her thighs
around his head as she cums. He slowly and gently licks the
juices flowing from her as she twitches and moans from the intense
feelings that have just overcome her.
She
turns around again, and puts his hand to her crotch and lets
him slide his fingers inside her. She reaches between his legs
and slides her finger into his ass while stroking his throbbing
cock with the other hand. They are both moaning and sighing
from the pleasure. Her eyes go between the marks on his thighs
to his hard cock in her hand. She is about to have another orgasm.
So, she quickly grabs hold of his balls and squeezes while pushing
her crotch down, pushing his fingers further inside her.
She
is moaning and screaming loudly, while stroking him. The intensity
is too much for the both of them. They both explode at the same
time with a massive orgasm, which lasts for a good minute. As
she loosens her grip on his crotch, they both bring each other
down from the euphoria slowly. She slides next to him and slowly
removes the blindfold and looks into his eyes. They both smile
and collapse to the bed exhausted, while giggling and sighing.
"Wow" is the only thing they can both say to each
other. After a moment to catch their breath, she stands him
up and unties him from the harness, thinking about what they
had both just gone through while watching the rope, again, slide
across his skin. She puts her hands on his face, pulls him into
her and kisses him gently on the lips and says, "My good
slut!", then gently slaps his cheek, then gently slaps
his butt.
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