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She could feel the ropes gradually getting tighter as he constructed an elaborate rope dress. She had forgotten how constrictive a rope dresses could be. She inhaled as much as her chest would let her and then slowly let it out. He tightened the ropes again. The next time she inhaled, it was harder to get a full breath. Some people might have told him the ropes were too tight. She considered this for a moment but wiped the thought from her mind. She wanted the ropes to be tight. Needed them to restrain her.
Each breath was a conscious effort as the ropes tightened around her. Once or twice his arms engulfed her. This could have been attributed to him wanting to get a better hold on the bondage on her front side in order to twist it around to her back. She thought otherwise. He wanted to touch her just as much as she wanted to touch him. In fact, at that very moment, she was imagining herself laying down on the floor, arms tied behind her back, this rope dress tied so tight she could hardly gasp for breath, and him over her…allowing her to kiss his chest softly.
That was just her imagination though. He had more erotic and exciting things planned. At one point, he tilted her head back, pinched her nose and covered her urfa escort mouth with his. Her breathing had become somewhat trying by this point and when he did this, she wasn’t able to concentrate on her breathing as much. He breathed into her mouth which confused her, so she held her breath thinking he wanted to involve breath play in the scene. After a couple of minutes, she could not hold her breath any longer and tried to back away. He held her there while she let up a small struggle. All the while he would breath into her mouth and she would hold her breath. She started to sway and felt dizzy. He released her mouth and nose and she drew in a breath. He smiled softly and told her that she was supposed to breath WITH him, not hold her breath. She giggled, unable to control the dense fog that had enveloped her.
After he was satisfied with his work, he started to attach clothespins on her breasts, thighs , and labia. She wished it was over. Wanted it to be over. The discomfort from the bondage was becoming apparent. The added discomfort from the clothespins made it nearly unbearable. It didn’t really matter to her that she was not a pain slut and that he was one of the most well known balıkesir escort sadists in the area. She knew she was safe with him. She desperately wanted to please him. How else do you please a sadist? He had already given her so much of what SHE wanted, it was time for something he enjoyed. It just so happened that he enjoyed her moaning and writhing beneath her bonds.
After a short while, some of the discomfort started to go away and was replaced with the slow release of endorphins. He lightly tapped each clothespin which in turn sent shock waves through her body. Pain mixed with the moisture between her legs. He started to tap the cloths pins harder and finally pulled out a Dragon’s tongue to whip the cloths pins off. The first one he did was on the inside of her thigh. She muffled a scream and felt tears running down her face. She loved when he got her to cry in a scene. It was not only tears from the pain, but tears from the release. He let her lean against him while she tried to catch her breath. The more she tried to breath in, the harder it was to breath. She was still in the restrictive bondage. She started to panic because she couldn’t catch her breath. He noticed all trabzon escort of this and suddenly tilted her head back, held her nose, and let out a slow, almost rhythmic, breath. Then another. She followed his breathing pattern and started to relax. He put the whip down and continued to take off the cloths pins…with his mouth. With every shot of pain came endorphins and by the time the last clothespin came off, she was in her “happy place”. So erotic, so wonderful, so …awesome.
He left the room at one point only to return with his leather boots on. A thrill of excitement filled her as she waited for him to sit down in a comfortable position. She could smell the leather before her lips made contact. Passionate kisses made contact with one of the boots. She continued to make love with the left boot; making sure she licked and kissed every part of it. She was so engrossed in this task that she barley realized the other boot had come up in between her legs. She now rode one boot with her soggy wet pussy while she kissed and licked the other with her mouth.
She stopped suddenly, turned around, and started licking her own pussy juice off of the boot she had just rode. She felt like an erotic being at that moment. Nothing else mattered.
Then, as if to make the scene explode into overdrive, he fingered her. Oh how glorious this feeling! She felt herself cum under his words and started licking and kissing more erotically; slowing down the pace. She continued to make love with his boots until her mouth tasted slightly of leather and polish.
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