I have stopped trying to put on a show for him. He doesn't like to be teased, he only likes exactly what he asks for. I gather my clothes in a bundle and walk them over to a table in the room. "Bring me your underwear." he commands gruffly. I pull my underwear separate from my other clothes and shakily reach out to hand them to him. He grasps the thong from my hand and thrusts it into my mouth causing me to gag violently. He casts a stern look at my reflex, and pulls me down to where I am bent over his knee.
He pulls his hands out of my line of sight and I feel his nails graze my exposed ass. Goosebumps rise along my arms and my hair stands on end. My nerves tingle as his big hands begin to knead my ass. I take my bottom lip behind my teeth and shakily press my teeth down, trying to subdue my feeling of eagerness. He lifts one of his hands off of my skin, and I flinch preparing for a spank. Instead of receiving a blow, he buries his hand in my hair and pulls, drawing tears in my eyes. I let one tear escape freely, blinking the rest back, knowing that he'll cause them to resurface soon enough. I take a steading breath as the only step he can take next is the actual blow.
I tense my muscles waiting for his stern slap. As a light sheen of sweat grows on my forehead, his hand finally come down on my rear. I suck in a sharp breath and grit my teeth. His hand slaps down a multitude of times, so many I lose focus. My mind wanders and my body slowly builds it's pleasure with each strike. I lose myself in the world where pain and pleasure collide. Suddenly his hits stop, dragging my imagination to a halt along with it.
I raise my head, still dazed with lust, to have large hands wrap tightly around my neck. My eyes widen as my body adjusts to taking shallow breaths. My chest rises and falls quickly as panic sets in. I see a small smirk begin to form on his face, as he completely dominates my body. His own body easily dwarfs my petite frame. When standing, my head could easily rest upon his midriff. This just enounciates the amount of power he lords over me. With his hands blocking my airway, I become fully submissive to him.
He lets his hands slack, and I quickly jump on my opportunity to breathe. I take in deep rattling breaths that reverberate throughout my entire being. My eyes glass over with tears. My mind is muddled from the lack of oxygen, each breath a triumph. This is why I love being choked. The feeling of complete helplessness and raw human need. This is what fuels all my needs.
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