LadyKerriRose

She lay quietly waiting, everlasting patience. The room was dark, or was it bright, she struggled to see past the silk that encompassed her eyes. Her body tensed feeling and testing the soft bonds that held her firmly, again silk, always that gentle but cruel restraint. Her ears strained to hear footfalls, air movement, anything to know where He was, what was planned. This was always the game, always the waiting, always the craving. She licked her lips quickly, wetting them hoping she would be given her treat. The air whistled, she curled her spine against the thud of soft velvet. The bonds tighten slightly at her pull, making her struggling more potent. Awhimper of wanting escaped her lips as she wriggled for more. He gave her a momment, let her body settle back against the sheets. Her breathing was still labored as she turned her head trying so hard to see what was coming up next. Again the whistle again the slight whimper her back arching harder against the tingle of pain mixed with the sensations of possible release. Tears stung her eyes as she fought with her body. Her mind played with her, mixing where pain should be and pleasure not allowed. Her body betrayed her even as the mind struggled to accept it. She groaned as she felt the wetness escape staining the soft sheet beneath her. She heard Him finally make a sound, almost hungry. He had noticed the moisure and knew it was time to continue. A louder crack filled her ears. He had switched from the flogger. Another crack but only just stiring the air over her back. Her body arched anticipating what was expected but nothing touched her. He was gifted, knew how to play tricks on her, brought her closer to that sensation she craved and despaired so much. Another whistled this time she figured was like the last two but the sudden pain ripped a yelp from her throat. She had let her guard down and the tip of the switch caught her unaware. She could feel the light burn of a small welt trace her buttocks. She wiggled trying to avoid another blow but knowing she wanted, no needed more. She heard Him snicker as if noticing her fight inside her head. Another stroke brought more tears to her shielded eyes and the puddle under her grew. After five she was crying freely, relishing in the emotional release. She felt the bed sag and move under her. Finally He touched her, but was it whom she thought. The hand was strong caressing the welts they had caused. She sucked in a deep breath, the leather of the glove confusing her to whom was behind her. The hand seemed small almost delicate, not like His, but the strength was so similiar. The wielding of the flogger then the switch so like how He always played with her. Her mind was playing tricks on her she was sure. The hand continued to move farther up her back. She purred as they kneeded, caressed and held her letting her tears slow before anything else was done. The hand travelled back down caressing the round, red flesh of her. Lower the hand travelled, under her mound finding her secret desire. She gasped pulling hard on her trappings. She shook her head quickly back and forth as the hand slid against the swollen little nub. She hadn't been given permission for release but still the hand moved quickly, deliberately, pushing her so close to that fine edge. She fought against her body, trying to fight the overwhelming sensations. She knew she would be punished if she overcame but the fingers pushed against the opening of her, finding that sweet center. She arched hard bucking against the strong hand as more fingers were added. She could hold back no more as she felt her self being stretched. She groaned loudly as her body betrayed her, a jet of girly fluids coating her inner thighs and the sheets beneath her. Slowly the hand was with drawn as she lay panting and whimpering, tears streamed down her cheeks for she knew the punishments were always dealt with swiftly. She heard her Master whisper softly in her ear.
Such a good girl my pet, such a very good girl.
She cryed harder tears streaming from behind the blindfold. He touched her hair so softly unties the scarf that covered her eyes. She blinked at the sudden light and looked into His warm eyes. His smile was genuine as he spoke again in a gentle but firm whisper.
You need to thank those who gave you this pleasure my good pet.
She looked confused but bowed her head against him whimpering her thanks.
Not me my good pet.
Again a look of confusion but then she felt the gloved hand against her cheek, still sticky with her own juices. She felt her upper body released from the ties as her Master moved the pillows from under her head. She lifted her face to the gloved person but was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of jasmine and musk.
Thank her properly my good pet
Long curvy legs wrapped around her shoulders and her face was inches away from a sight that was more sacred to her than anything else at the momment. She dipped her head slightly pointing her tongue and gently licking between the sweet folds. She became excited again as the taste of another woman flowed over her tongue. She heard a soft gasp as she deviled deeper finding that sweet pearl amongst the folds. Hands covered the back of her head pulling her deeper into the heavenly scent. A groan escaped the pets lips as she began to truly thank her tormentor. The hands grew tighter in her hair as the curvy hips rose against the swirling tongue. It was becoming harder to breathe but she didn't care she wanted to give her thanks and was soon rewarded with a soft gasp and a rush of fluid filled her mouth, she swallowed as if it was her last drink only to have another gush follow close behind. A shudder then the hands gently pushed her away. The legs uncurled from thier position and the captive sank into the slight wetness of the sheets. She was untied And pulled into the lap of the woman. She looked up into the soft green eyes and smiled a smile that would be hard ever to compare. A soft kiss was placed on her lips with a softer yet Good girl.