I moan softly into the bed as you caress my ass once, twice more before moving the edge of the thong aside and start to trace a slow line from my ass to my pussy and back again. Over and over until I can't help myself and I arch up into your hand. Again, I feel the sharp sting of your hand as it impacts my ass.
"I had intended for tonight's massage to be relaxing baby girl. But since you can't listen, you're going to spend it remembering who you belong to. Who this ass belongs to."
Moving away from me, I hear you open the bedside table and remove something. As I turn my head to see just what it is you have grabbed, you tell me to close my eyes and turn my head the other direction.
Moving back to me, you stand me up and pull my shirt until it's over my head and covering my eyes. I feel your hands glide up my body and cup my breasts from underneath as your finger and thumb each grip a nipple and begin to apply pressure, pulling and twisting them until they are hard enough for you. As you reach away with one hand, I feel something tight pinch at my left nipple before you roughly grab my right nipple and pull it away from me before it too is pinched. You seem to have found the nipple clamps that were in the drawer. I can only wonder what else you have taken from there.
I soon find out as you bend me back over the bed and again start tracing a path from my ass to my pussy. On your third pass, you finger dips into my pussy and comes away wet. You dip in again, and then move straight to my tight hole and spread my juices around.
You move your finger and I feel something wetter, and colder. You have also found the lube. You work one finger into my ass as I start to arch up and away from you. Your response is simply to lay one arm across my lower back to hold me in place as you add a second finger. Two, three, four times you slide in and out and then I feel the blunt head of the plug as you start to work it into me. In and out. Slowly but firmly you get my ass to accept the plug that has not been there in quite some time.
"Five little girl. You get five for teasing me with naughty pictures and breathy little noises all week as you've made yourself cum during our nightly phone calls. You will take them silently."
You slide my thong down to my knees and your fingertips lightly stroke a pattern around my cheeks. I start to relax and feel lulled by your soft touching when, CRACK! Oh my. I wasn't ready for that and I turn my face in to the bed and softly whimper as you again lightly stroke a random pattern. Crack! I can only imagine the hand prints you must be leaving behind.
The next two are very quick and without any stroking beforehand. I'm still whimpering softly and trying to catch my breath when I feel you grab my waist and pull me slightly to you. This seems to have the effect of tilting my ass up and while I'm puzzling this, I feel the air move too late to realize the last stroke is directly on my pussy. I barely remember to not make a sound.
Letting me catch my breath, you unhook my ankles from the spreader bar, remove my thong, stand me up, unclip my hands and finish pulling my shirt from my body. I now stand before you wearing cuffs, nipple clamps, a plug in my ass and your hand imprinted on my ass.
You press yourself tightly behind me, wrapping one hand around my throat to tip my head back to receive your kiss while your other hand tangles itself in the chain connected to my nipples and pulls, causing me to arch farther back into you.
You remove the nipple clamps and instruct me to crawl up on the bed, and lie face down, arms and legs spread. You then connect each wrist and ankle to its corner, keeping me firmly, but comfortably where you want me.
You straddle my hips and begin soft, smoothing strokes along my shoulders, down the length of my back and up again. Softly and slowly, you touch me as you feel my body start to relax into your touch.
Your hands leave me for a moment, and when they come back, they are slick and I smell oranges in the air. Now that you have oiled your hands, you start first on the left and stroke firmly and surely as you start to work out kinks in my shoulder. Dipping down onto my arm, going as far as my elbow before working your way back up. Once you are satisfied my shoulder has started to loosen, you work down my arm, removing the cuff to reach my wrist and hand before reapplying it and moving back up and to the right side.
Again, oiling your hands before moving slowly and firmly.
As I relax into the lull your hands are bringing me, you rock on my hips causing the plug to rock inside me. Somehow, I had forgotten my ass was stuffed full by the plug.
