I have made this an interactive story because every reader has the capability to imagine his or her version of the fine details. So I have left some intimate parts for you to imagine. Hope you enjoy the new experience.
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Completely Naked with only leather cuffs on ankles and wrists. A tight collar choked around your neck. You wait with eyes focused on the floor in the dimly yellow lit room. Absolute silence prevails.
From the corner of your eyes you see your mistress appear at the door. She is completely clad in shiny black body hugging rubber with a thick tight fitting leather corset and knee high boots with high platform and sharp heels. Her jet black hair was cut neck height.
Around one ankle glistened silver spiky anklet only most elite mistresses wore. It cost you a lot but you believe your money was well spent. She advances towards you and a large strap on pointing to the roof wobbles as she walks. She stops with her shiny boots inches from your lips.
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Your kissing and licking fantasies.
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She locks your wrists behind your back and walks over to her throne like chair and sits. She instructs you to crawl like a worm with hands stilled cuffed behind. You slowly crawl inch by inch dragging yourself to her feet. She commands you to lick and suck her strap on cock very gently.
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Your slow sucking fantasy.
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Her breath quickens and she grabs your hair. You move closer to her rubber clad body.
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Your hard and wild strap on sucking fantasy.
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With the base of the strap on rubbing her clit as you suck, finally she has an orgasm. With contempt she pushes your face away.
"Against the frame," she commands.
You quickly go to the X frame fixed firmly to the wall and secure your ankle cuffs to them by attaching the hooks. Then you place your hands in position. She walks over slowly and hooks your wrist in place as well.
You know that sometimes she enjoys devastating you for no reason.
You hear her choosing a tool to destroy you. Then the sounds stop and all you can hear is silence and all you can see is the plain dark wall in front of you.
You jump in pain when the bullwhip landed on your back and as quickly as it had landed, the whip was pulled giving another wave of excruciating pain.
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Your back whipping fantasy.
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When she was done with the back, it was burning and crisscrossed with cruel big red welts the whip had left behind. You were pleading and crying out loud, as your tears fell to the ground and you begged for her to stop. You could no longer display your macho traits as you had done when the whipping began. Like a little baby you were begging. She was clearly enjoying this and with each cry a feeling erupted from deep within her, satisfying her sadistic longings. She looked ever so powerful and cruel in the shiny black rubber. She walks up to you and feels your hot welted skin with her fingers. She lets herself touch you and gives you a kiss on the neck. You squirm as you feel her corset slowly against you. Despite the harsh whipping, your cock slowly gains size, something rather ironic as her strap on presses on your thigh. She steps away from you and walks to her table of gear. She replaces the whip and selects a cane. She moves close to you when you begin your begging.
