The Chair 72

You kneel in front of me obediently, head bowed to the ground, bottom bulging behind the flimsy covering of your short skirt and panties. I make you reach back and lift the hem of your skirt up over your back and hold it there while I reach down and smooth your black panties, fondling the flesh underneath then running my fingers onto your bare skin at the sides. The feeling is so luscious as your body quivers gently with tension and in anticipation of what is to come and I cannot resist trailing my fingertips down your thighs, scoring the skin lightly with my nails.

I suddenly start to spank you with hard, crisp blows that crack across your panties and make you shift and squirm and I feel your bottom ripple and flinch with every blow of my palm. I warm you thoroughly before I tell you to stand and then make you remove your skirt and top. Only your black lace bra and knickers protect your body now and I can see the knowledge in your soft blue eyes that are slightly misted with tears as I reach out and slide my finger inside the cup of your brassiere. Your cool skin shrinks away from me a little and then I press harder and stroke down and touch the rubbery swelling of your nipple.

I tell you to remove it and you reach behind you and unclasp it and then it falls away and reveals the beauty of your breasts to my eager eyes. The dusky pinkness of the nipples stand out sharply from the creamy whiteness and I lean forward and kiss each one in turn, sucking it into my mouth then releasing it before I squeeze with my lips hard and feel you shiver with the pressure. Your panties are next and I make you slide them down to show off your cute curling hair that protects your delicate quim and you stand there, embarrassed and yet proud, ready for me to do my worst.

The dining room chair awaits; such an ordinary piece of furniture and yet as your body bends over it and your head slides into the narrow gap between seat and back, I marvel at its usefulness. I bind your wrists to the back legs then splay your thighs out and tie them tightly to the front legs, rendering you helpless before I pick up the old worn dog collar. The black leather is fraying and tattered but it makes a satisfying crack as I flick it across your bare bottom cheeks and you squeal at the sharp sting that results. Many minutes pass as I torment your globes until the redness suffuses the skin, a blossoming rose etched on your flesh as your cries echo around the room, disturbing the dust motes.

I change targets and beat the soles of your feet; such tender white flesh crimsons readily and you squeal louder as I whip them harder before I move to your thighs. The pink lines instantly appear on the alabaster whiteness and I am fascinated by the rippling tide of your flesh as it cringes away from the leather. Twenty strokes have your tears flowing, dripping steadily onto the carpet as I show no mercy. I dangle the strap down the centre of your groove and you feel it caress your quim lips and you realise just where I am going to strike next and I feel your whole body tense in your bonds. I tease your wetness with the end then make you flinch as I flick the leather through the air by your body without touching you. Time ticks on as I tantalise you with the knowledge that your sweet pussy lips are going to be struck...when I want to.

Finally, I aim carefully and the end whips out and flicks against your quim, sinking into your softness and your paean of pain sings of your suffering to my soul. I strike harder and your scream rises higher and then I soften my approach, barely kissing the dampness, keeping you guessing and unsure as I vary the strength of the strap blows. Twenty flicks have you dripping and swollen, pushing against your tight bonds, eager for more or to escape, I wonder? Another ten bring you to your limit and I loop the collar round your ankles and bind it tightly so that your legs are pulled close together and your bottom bulges out even more before I kiss your pussy lips softly,tasting your nectar.

I stand up and strip, taking my time as I look down at the glorious redness that suffuses your bottom cheeks then I press the empurpled, glistening head of my cock against the tight pucker of your arsehole and scoop out your sweet juice to spread around it. You want me there I know, eager for your humiliation and abasement as I take possession of your body and I tease you. I press in harder and feel the rectal ring start to peel back, splaying the pinky-brown interior for me and then I stop with your orifice spread wide and painfully pulsing and tell you to ask for me there. I can sense your resistance and your hesitation increases my desire as I wait for you to utter the words, to abase yourself for your pain and pleasure.

You stutter out the words, murmuring them quietly down into the carpet but I tell you that I cannot hear and I make you shout them to the four walls of the dining room, shivering in your embarrassment. I lower myself until my thighs are resting on your bottom cheeks, hugging the warmth from you and feeling your tight anal aperture enfold the head of my cock in its silken walls. I slide in and feel you throb and pulse around me, enclosing my cock sweetly as I thrust slowly back and forth while I spank your buttocks hard. I reach under you and find your quim soaking wet and gaping so I slide your moisture down over your clit and toy with it, smoothing it and rubbing it while you whimper beneath me.

Your spasms increase and I drive in harder, feeling your tight walls ripple around my shaft as I slide into your dank depths and your clit pulses in my fingers and your peak flows through you. Great waves crash inside your body and tip you over the edge as I thrust fully in and then withdraw until just the very tip of me remains opening your brown orifice before I drive back in and spread you wide again. I feel myself lose control and my seed begins to wash through me and I withdraw totally and fountain my white cream down onto the groove of your arse and watch it drip slowly down to cover the pulsating pinkness of your pussy lips. More whiteness spurts onto your skin and rolls down and I trace it along your flesh with my fingers, rubbing it into your perineum and then into your quim and clitoris before my fingers slip into your anus and spread you wide to accept the last dribbles of my seed.