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My visit

by EricUS on Jul 5, 2017 BDSM Sexstories 794 Views

I arrive at your house at the time you had indicated, not a moment sooner or later. After parking my car, I walk to your door and ring the bell as instructed. When you let me in, I am wearing a long leather trench coat, beneath which you can just see the high heels of my black boots. I offer myself in submission to you, and you remove my coat. I emerge wearing a black leather teddy, and my boots, now fully visible, extend over my knees and up to my thighs. A pair of black fishnet hose peek just above the tops of my boots. My outfit is completed with a pair of long black leather gloves, which grace my arms to my elbows.

You take a pair of handcuffs and fasten my hands in front of me, limiting my movement. With that completed, I am ordered to pour and serve drinks for the two of us. I ask for and receive your permission to have a cigarette with my drink. You watch with silent amusement, but offer no assistance, as I struggle to open the pack, remove the cigarette and light it while so restrained.

When we have finished our drinks, and I my cigarette, you order me to pour another for yourself only. You present a collar, leash and ball gag, and hold them before me so that I may kiss them lovingly before you put them on me. With your drink in one hand and my leash in the other, you lead me down the stairs into your basement.

Once there, you remove my handcuffs and pull my gloved hands together behind my back, securing them rather loosely with a silk scarf. I am somewhat disappointed with this, as the bond is much too loose and comfortable, and I feel that I could free myself without too much difficulty. Thats when you show me the armbinder. I have always wanted wear one of those, and I can feel myself immediately getting wet as I gaze upon the polished black leather, buckles and laces on that beautiful and marvelously sadistic device.

The pressure and pain increase in tiny increments as you pass the binder straps around my shoulders, then ever-so-slowly and oh-so-tightly lace the binder up the length of my arms and past my elbows. A series of buckles on top of the laces ensures my complete helplessness. When you finish my arms are completely immobile and I am whimpering with pain and pleasure behind my ball gag. After stepping back to admire your handiwork and the look of pitiful desperation on my face, you remove my leash and order me to lie on my back on the floor.

The discomfort and pressure I feel between my shoulders only increase as I am forced to lie directly on my tightly bound arms. You fasten a spreader bar between my booted ankles, forcing my legs to open uncomfortably wide. A shorter bar extends between my leather-covered knees, rendering them similarly immobile. A rope is threaded through hooks on each end of the bar between my ankles and passed through a pulley in the ceiling. By pulling on the rope, you lift me off the floor and suspend me upside down by my ankles in the middle of the room.

After what seems like an eternity you approach my suspended body, slowly and gently caressing and kissing me from the tips of my high heels, down the length of my boots and stopping briefly (much too briefly!) at my moist and tender spot. You then withdraw, returning with a cat of nine tails in your hand. The first lash with the cat immediately forces me from my pre-orgasmic reverie, as the sharp pain flashes through my body. The blows begin slowly, but increase in rate and intensity until I am no longer able to tell where each lash landed, or from which direction it came. I do my best to twist and turn in my bonds and suspension, but Im unable to avoid the pain that seems to attack me from every direction at once. The whipping continues until every part of my body is warm and glowing red.

When you finally let me down from my suspension I am drained from tensing with each bite of the lash and my futile efforts to avoid them. You remove the spreader bars from my ankles and knees, only to replace them with thick, heavy leather straps at my ankles, knees and thighs. Now, instead of being forced unnaturally apart, my legs are bound tightly as one. Your strong arms help me to my feet. I have difficulty keeping my balance this way, because my high-heeled boots are tied tightly together and I have not yet recovered from the pain of the whip or the dizziness of my suspension.

You lower my teddy to reveal my breasts, small but round and firm. You produce a pair of nipple clamps and apply them; the serrated teeth of the clips sink quickly, eagerly and deeply into my tender flesh, causing tiny droplets of blood to appear. A chain joins the clips with a small weight in the center. When the weight is released the clips increase their pull on my nipples, causing the teeth to sink in more deeply and increase their sting.

The gag is removed and I am gasping for breath from the pain. You kiss me tenderly and give me some of your drink. Then you place a cigarette between my lips and light it, forcing me to smoke in bondage. Without a word you turn and leave the room, leaving me alone to contemplate my pain and agony.

Presently you return, carrying a small camera. Taking your time (and obviously enjoying yourself), you photograph me from every conceivable angle, making sure you capture the expression of pain and suffering on my tear-stained face. You remove the cigarette from my lips, allowing me just enough time to exhale the last bit of smoke from my mouth before the gag is replaced. A few more photographs ensure that every bond, every strained muscle, and each expression of pain is faithfully and permanently recorded.

Again your strong arms lift me, off my feet this time, and I am as helpless in them as I am in my tight and unforgiving bonds. You seem to effortlessly carry me up the stairs into the dining room, laying me on my belly on the heavy dining table. Producing a turnbuckle, you fasten the D-ring on the end of the armbinder to the buckle on the strap around my ankles. In this way, I am hogtied on the table, with my face just extending over one edge.

I have a good idea of what to expect when you lower your pants. But instead of immediately forcing your way in, you play the end across my face and over my lips and still-gagged mouth. I eagerly open my mouth wide when you again remove the gag, but you instead allow me only to tease the end with my lips, tongue and teeth. Finally you plunge yourself into my face.

My God, youre huge! Deeper and deeper you thrust your swollen, lipstick-stained shaft into my mouth, forcing your way steadily down my throat. You explode inside my mouth, and the resulting expression proves to be more than I can handle. As you relax and withdraw, I can feel your juices dripping down my chin to the floor, and rolling down the back of my throat..

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