All persons in this sort story are consenting adults over the age of 18. I do not like to rush in my writings, but I do love to tease the readers.
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"The two-inch wide straps around your ankles and wrists, are they too tight?" I asked in a pleasant voice.
"Just a little bit, Sir. Could you loosen them so they do not cut off the blood flow?" replied Miranda in her most timid voice.
"Does it hurt? Or are they just uncomfortable?" I calmly smiled as I reached for the left wrist and gave it a tug to tighten it another notch. As my hand left the strap, I ran it down her arm until I reached her neck inserting a finger into the collar holding her throat snuggly against the cross-member. I comment, "Not much room here either."
SMACK was the next sound she heard as I slapped her beautiful up-turned C-cupped tits. Her moan told me that she felt it and enjoyed the pain as her dark brown eyes watered and her mouth formed a perfect puckered "O" showing a tiny bit of her pearly white teeth.
My hand went toward her toned belly and made small circles feeling her abdomen become more ridged with anticipation, knowing that more of the pleasure she craved would soon be given and cheerfully received.
I traced around her hips, going past her shaved mound down to the tanned thighs pulling on the restraints securing them in an opened position just above the knees moving lower toward the ankles. All snug and tightly fixed. Yes, the Saint Andrews Cross had never looked so majestic.
After making sure she was not going to fall, I pulled the two retaining pins and rotated the cross and Miranda up side down placing her feet above her head. Her arms not quit touching the floor, so it put her mouth in the right position to use and maybe abuse as well.
Most importantly, it spread her pussy open for my visual delight and pleasure. I slowly inhaled from the flowering cunt. Intoxicating, the aroma caused my knees to wobble and shake and I had yet to taste the morsel and hidden juices.
I could hold back no longer, slowly I leaned in and dipped my tongue deep into the honey pot, savoring the flavor of musk and spring rain. I had to stop myself from devouring her at that moment. I was not ready to rush this play toy. I had needs and they were not to be denied before I allowed her off the cross.
When I tasted her cunt it was flowing and with just a few licks of my tongue against her clit her body shook and she started squirting so much that when I lifted my face away the juices shot over my head and drenched my chest, the floor and even ran down her body into her face. When it finally stopped, the juice from her orgasm had rolled into her mouth and up her nose as well. The fun was about to begin!
I stepped to the table and picked up a feather and immediately put it down, no, this bitch needed pain. I picked up the cat-o-nine, and laid a few swipes across her stomach and watched as the welts popped up with redden tones and she moaned saying "thank you Master, please give me more!"
I quickly knelt down, was face to face and responded "BITCH! Who are you to tell me what you want? You are my slut and you will not speak until I tell you!"
