"20 Duchess"
My ass was on fire, burning as she finished the last spank. She kept her hand on my right cheek and I could feel the heat radiating from my ass and from her hand. I was amazed by several things at the moment, first, the tears that streaked my face, second that my cock was hard, straining against the leather strap, and finally-my overriding thought was, I hope her hand is alright.
She held me in her lap, my cock captured between her thighs. I felt like I was soaking wet. "Shhh," she whispered, softly rubbing me. She reached underneath me, gathering my precum on her fingers. She brought her hand up slowly to my mouth, but then stop, obviously reconsidering.
She gathered more on her fingers, then spread my reddened cheeks and pushed my precum slowly inside me. I moaned at the intrusion, but pushed back against her finger as she invaded me. "Mmmm, it's such a good lubricant baby," she whispered, sliding her index finger in and out.
"You took your punishment like a big boy, so brave... You put yourself in my hands and trusted me." She pushed herself into me a few more times, then withdrew. I felt empty, longing to feel her inside me again.
She lifted off her lap and turned me to inspect the damage on my ass. "My handprints look so pretty on your white ass, " she whispered. She turned me again. My cock (her cock) straining, a long line of pre-cum dripping towards the floor. She gathered it up once again and held her hand up.
I leaned over, taking her fingers into my mouth, cleaning them, tasting myself. She stood, kissed me briefly on the lips and said, "Lie down baby, reach your hands and feet towards the corners of the bed. I did as instructed and watched as she opened her case and brought out a number of black ropes. She came and sat next to me on the bed.
"I want you to relax right now, just feel and know that I am in control of every action. Your only purpose, your only reason for living is to please me right now."
She placed a black blindfold over my eyes, I felt my breath quicken, not in panic, but in excitement with a little fear or apprehension mixed in. "That's a good boy, just relax".
I felt her move to the edge of the bed. After several moments, she took my left hand. I could feel the soft rope, caressing my skin, as the bind tightened, I felt a peacefulness wash over me. My body shook at the slightest touch, I felt the chill of the air conditioner for the first time. My nipples hardened. She continued with my right arm and then my legs, until I was completely secure on the bed.
She left the bed and I heard the door open and close. My heartbeat quickened and I wanted to cry out "Duchess, are you there?" but I held my tongue and let myself bask in the feeling of being completely secured, completely controlled. My senses heightened.