PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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Rafe:
Now the dance begins, now I begin to share my gift of erotic pain with the two painsluts that I'd bound to the chain pillars breast to breast, belly to belly, crotch to crotch. Both with a loop of rope around their necks so that their faces were held just inches apart, if they pull the rope taut.
I circled around and around the pair using the soft leather flogger on both of your backs, both of your tight ass cheeks, the backs of both of your thighs until all of the skin on each glowed a lovely red.
As the flogger struck each I watched as the one struck reacted involuntarily. Hips shot forward to grind crotch to crotch, backs arched to press breasts to breasts and nipples to nipples and the scent of the slaves growing arousal filled the air around us as did their cries, the *splats* of the floggers many tails striking skin and flesh.
I watched as you both continue to move and grind, rub against each other even when I pause in the flogging so that the last one struck can fully feel the heat the soft tails are leaving behind as it spreads and flows through your bodies unleashing the need and growing lust.
Still watching, I walk to a corner of the room and tug on a rope that passes through a hole in the ceiling. In moments there's a soft knock at the door.
Opening it I speak to the slave girl kneeling there displaying herself, with lowered eyes, to whomever opens the door. "Bring me a large chilled jug of juice and a carafe of chilled light wine slave."
"Yes Master. Immediately Master," she replies as she quickly looks into the room as she rises gracefully to her feet. The shiver at what she sees is not one of fear, but one of need and anticipation for her colors mark her as a painslut also. Now her need is intensified by what she saw and how you both move against each other. . . as she has so often done herself.
Closing the door again I return to my slaves and painsluts to continue your training. These lessons in pain and pleasure will draw out the depths of your submission and reveal to you just how much you enjoy and revel in the mixture of pain and pleasure. They will teach you that the pain will take the pleasure to peaks and beyond, places you'd only fantasized about before the lessons began.
The tails of the soft flogger hisss as they're again swung so that they strike your already red ass cheeks. The tips of the tails land in the cleft of your ass adding more redness to an already red area. Two kiss the tight pucked opening to your ass and you . . .
Now the dance begins, now I begin to share my gift of erotic pain with the two painsluts that I'd bound to the chain pillars breast to breast, belly to belly, crotch to crotch. Both with a loop of rope around their necks so that their faces were held just inches apart, if they pull the rope taut.
I circled around and around the pair using the soft leather flogger on both of your backs, both of your tight ass cheeks, the backs of both of your thighs until all of the skin on each glowed a lovely red.
As the flogger struck each I watched as the one struck reacted involuntarily. Hips shot forward to grind crotch to crotch, backs arched to press breasts to breasts and nipples to nipples and the scent of the slaves growing arousal filled the air around us as did their cries, the *splats* of the floggers many tails striking skin and flesh.
I watched as you both continue to move and grind, rub against each other even when I pause in the flogging so that the last one struck can fully feel the heat the soft tails are leaving behind as it spreads and flows through your bodies unleashing the need and growing lust.
Still watching, I walk to a corner of the room and tug on a rope that passes through a hole in the ceiling. In moments there's a soft knock at the door.
Opening it I speak to the slave girl kneeling there displaying herself, with lowered eyes, to whomever opens the door. "Bring me a large chilled jug of juice and a carafe of chilled light wine slave."
"Yes Master. Immediately Master," she replies as she quickly looks into the room as she rises gracefully to her feet. The shiver at what she sees is not one of fear, but one of need and anticipation for her colors mark her as a painslut also. Now her need is intensified by what she saw and how you both move against each other. . . as she has so often done herself.
Closing the door again I return to my slaves and painsluts to continue your training. These lessons in pain and pleasure will draw out the depths of your submission and reveal to you just how much you enjoy and revel in the mixture of pain and pleasure. They will teach you that the pain will take the pleasure to peaks and beyond, places you'd only fantasized about before the lessons began.
The tails of the soft flogger hisss as they're again swung so that they strike your already red ass cheeks. The tips of the tails land in the cleft of your ass adding more redness to an already red area. Two kiss the tight pucked opening to your ass and you . . .
