HB – 12/02 For Lisa
she lies on her back blindfolded, wrists bound in silk, arms stretched up over her head, a length of rope, securing her to the headboard. her legs are spread, her knees bent…she breathes… her bedroom glows as the candles burn, the shadows dancing on the walls, the many faces of Marilynn smiling at him.
He admires his handy-work, smiling as he silently lifts the switchblade from the array of “toys” that he has arranged at the foot of the bed.
she flinches when she hears the click of the blade as it is sprung open, revealing the glimmering, razor-sharp edge and needle pointed tip. her breathing changes, her heart beats faster…her pussy moistening… she feels the tip of the blade, lightly resting on the tender skin between her large, firm, breasts as he begins to tease her.
He slowly draws the tip of the blade down…watching her body writhe as the sensuous graze of the knife intensifies her sensory awareness…her sense of touch, threatening overload. Dragging the tip further downward…over her stomach, down to the flesh above her piercing…he smiles.
Lightly flicking her clit piercing, he watches her writhe …not yet…
Laying the knife aside, he picks up his riding crop. Once again, traversing downward, he drags the leather tip of the crop, stopping at her succulent breasts. she yelps as the crop slaps her left nipple, then her right one…almost disappointed as the crop continues downward…stopping once again at her wet pussy.
she yelps again as the crop meets the flesh of her pussy-lips, getting wetter as the sting of the crop threatens to become painful. But just as he had promised, the real pain never comes.
He lays the crop down and straddles her writhing body, too turned on at the moment to continue. He leans down and uses his teeth now. Gently biting her neck…chewing lightly and sucking…he then begins to travel downward, yet again, biting her flesh, her nipples, and her fleshy breasts. He cups and lifts each breast and places love bites on the underside of her breasts, loving the feel and texture of her flesh.
His cock is harder than it has ever been, threatening to explode.
He helps her to turn over, not having any idea that it would be this difficult with her tethered to the headboard. Finally achieving this new position, he has her on her knees, her face in a soft pillow, her arms restrained. He now admires her sexy ass.
Knowing how much she enjoys a good spanking, he begins to warm her buttocks with his hand. Spanking each cheek, he watches her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Stopping the spanking occasionally, he rubs her stinging cheeks, watching again as she writhes, her moans getting loader and turning him on even more.
He picks up the crop again, knowing that he is now going to be a bit rougher than ever before.
her body naturally straightens as the sting of the crop on her ass-cheek jolts her. A slight scream escapes her lips as he methodically slaps her cheeks with the riding crop. First one cheek, then the other, he is now bringing welts to the surface of her delectable ass. He allows her to lay flat, chuckling as he watches her cheeks clench with every blow.
Stopping abruptly, she feels his warm breath on her ass. He begins kissing her ass, rubbing them with his hands as he tries to take away some of the sting. He tenderly licks and kisses her ass until he hears her moaning again.
The tender kisses stop and she feels him move away…she wonders what might be next…