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BDSM
17 Dec 2008


Looking up you see a rope, leading to a hook in a tree limb. Youâ??ve clothed, short tight skirt, tight silky blouse,and 5 inch heels. With wrists bound you are hanging by your arms, stretched, on that rope. Your feet, just able to touch the ground. Barely free â?? your arms pulled, your tendons tight,just about unable to move these are constant reminders of your helplessness.The night sky, breathing cold air on your skin, goose bumps rise. Quietly I come up behind you. You are unable to move around and itâ??s too painful to wriggle. You can feel my warmth just holding behind you. Raising my hands above your head I start to gently move my hands along your arms, with a feather touch, tickling the light invisible hairs along your arm. Whispering in your ear â??we have all nightâ??. With this you try wriggling again, the rope reminds you - you canâ??t. But each movements highlights your flesh, glistening in the moonlight.

Stepping back, I loosen the rope slightly from around the tree. Your body becoming more and more sensitive to each movement. Tip toeing you move around, the ropes creaking with each movement. Your nipples becoming firm, I pinch, your nipple. I smile looking into your eyes, twisting your nipple, this time you whimper and moan. I can see your trying to hold back and not give me the satisfaction of seeing you so helpless. Trying to pull back you arch your back, your ass angled perfectly outwards. My hand comes around you, smack, a quick spank of your left ass cheek.

You grow increasingly sensitive. You tighten yourself, sucking in your tum, pushing your breasts out further. . The rope creaks as you twist. You shudder when I touch them, too. When I pinch your nipples you try not to give me the satisfaction of your whimpers, but you whimper still. Dancing in the breeze, like an upturned flower, you sway. Both turning on and becoming irritable you girate in small circles, again your ass pushed outward â?? again, smack smack on each ass cheek. Your gyrations become a steady dance, stinging in pain but becoming moist and hornier as the time passes. Taking a step back, watching you wiggle and twist, slowing now. Stepping back beside you, starting at your navel, the outside of my hand chases along your skin, again just tickling your soft hairs. You can feel my warm breath, gently wafting along your soft breasts. You are quivering, allowing more weight onto your legs, pulling on your wrists. You want to let go but canâ??t. You look away, you want to give in, but canâ??t. Your choices are limited! Your head is looking down, but your eyes are settled on my chest. You wonder whatâ??s coming next. Dropping my hand, catching your face between my thumb and index finger, I pull your head towards me, kissing you. Our lips meet, you want to kiss me, but again pull away.

One hand drops sharply downwards, touching your moist clit. Swiftly I move behind you. Fingers sliding up your back, as I do so, your back arches further. The ropes tightening around your wrist. Left hand now curving around you, you feel my hand cupping your left breast, caressing it. Your ass pushing back further into my groin, you can feel my stiff cock fastened inside my jeans. My hand still playing with your breasts, your nipples squeezed between my fingers, playing with them. You let out a whimper again. Right hand now drops and begins teasing your clit, your moist clit. Pushing one finger into, sliding easy, teasing, pulling back. Left hand pulls you tight into me, dropping my head to kiss the back of your neck. While I continue finger fucking you. Finally pulling out, I stand before you. Moving your head towards me, your lips open beckoning your desire to kiss. Your complete vulnerability is clear. Your fight has ended.

In flickering firelight you stand, massaging your wrists. We glare at each other, taking each other's measure, gauging when to strike, when to flee.

You fake left, then scurry right. You don't have a chance. I pull you back and turn you, releasing you and swatting your ass as one motion. Pushing you to the ground, my strength pins your arms up, your chest open to me. You try to roll away but I throw my weight onto you and your struggles turn to clenching your legs together. I take some time to paw your breasts, holding you open to it, but soon I want more. Your legs present much too strong a defense, and so I take a different tack: I turn you roughly, holding you by the hips now, ignoring your struggles. As much to distract you as for the pleasure of it I begin sharp, stinging spanks as you squirm to avoid the blows. Soon you are not so much concerned with your chastity as with protecting your tender ass. A moment's distraction and I am kneeling between your legs. Now you *can't* close your legs. Arms wrap around you, holding you tight as I lean on you, pressing you into the cool earth, my hand reaching for your vulnerable crotch. You are mine now.

Struggling and squirming in earnest now, you cannot find any leverage and you are powerless. My hand is there, groping and fondling you roughly, not concerned with entry so much as demonstrating my power over your most private place. You can do nothing to stop me and we both know it. Your wetness is everywhere, betraying your arousal and inspiring the guilt you always feel at wanting to be cruelly fucked. Soon you feel the smooth head of my cock slipping easily between your lips. Your legs twitch and jerk and you flail at me with your arms, but I ignore everything except taking my pleasure with you. I press into you, parting you easily, and thrust, quickly impaling you. Releasing your upper body I slide my grip down to your hips. You renew your struggles with your newfound freedoms but I am simply too strong. You grab at the hands that pull your hips back onto cock, resisting as best you can, but I thrust strongly, slamming into you over and over. Finally you weaken, shudder, and screaming with abandon you lose your willfullness. Waves of orgasm roll over you...


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