"Liked? Oh my god, I loved it...! You were amazing. No one has ever made me cum like that!"
I held her close. If only I could make her cum real real hard....
"You can stay wherever you want, my dear. I don't think you're a pervert, if that's what you're thinking. I know you're a pervert and that's what I want."
How had he known what I was thinking? And was I? but I must be. The mere thought of being in his control and at his whim was exciting me. Remembering that swing didn't help either.
I led her downstairs, my cock stirring, but not coming up from its slumber. We entered the room, my hand on her ass, and advanced toward the swing. It was a sturdy leather and she easily fit into the seat. It was also easy to restrain her so that he hands were above her head and her legs splayed wide. I licked my lips, watching her arousal slowly start dripping down her legs.
Letting him guide me, but more and more aroused as we approached the room. My throat and mouth suddenly dry as he seated me, and strapped me in. Watchign him as he moved around me, testing this strap and tugging at the other. Was I smart to be here? No. But I no longer wanted to be smart or propoer. I wanted to only be his slut, his plaything. To give him pleasure beyond any other woman. Knowing it would pleasure me at the same time, more then I had ever imagined. Here was the man who had haunted me all my life. The one who would control and use me, show me my true self. Command of me things I couldn't imagine giving and show me the deeper self i had buried.
I looked at her, settled into the swing, still that llok of fear in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her softly.
"Are you ready? I will be gentle at first...but you will feel it."
"Are you ready? I will be gentle at first...but you will feel it." Gentle? What had he planned. I knew my eyes widened in fear, and he kissed me again. Losing myself in the wonder of his mouth. Moaning aws he laid claim to me with his tongue.
I knelt before her, surreptitiously palming a small paddle and some other toys. I leaned in and inhaled her musk, which threatened to overwhelm me. I blew on her damp pussy, and she shuddered, bucking againbst her bonds.
Startled and shocked. "Ouch." Biting my lip from the shock. The taste of iron filling my mouth. Licking my lips, tasting the blood.
"That hurt, sort of."
Whimpering at each hit, trying not to cry. It hurts. A sting, though not even heavy. Yet, as he pause and licks at me softly, a warmth spreads from the lashes, a tingling starting. Is this right, normal?