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Authors: Candace Blevins
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how out of control she was, and he’d reached his goal.
He touched her calves, and smoothed his way to her
inner thighs, blending and softening the sharp sting. He watched her breathing
normalize, made sure his touches were soothing, and weren’t causing more pain.
His aim wasn’t to make her horny, but to comfort her
and help her find herself again, outside of the blaze of agony he’d put her
through.
* * * *
Sam relaxed as Ethan’s hands comforted her,
practically erasing the bite of the flogger while leaving the wonderful,
blissful heat permeating her skin and muscle and setting her on fire from knees
to belly button. Her hips moved and she groaned, wanting more.
“You please me, Samantha.” His words of praise
made her heart soar, and the afterglow of pain catapulted her into nirvana. Or
maybe she was still lightheaded from lack of oxygen, from screaming so much.
Didn’t matter, she loved this feeling; the biology of it was irrelevant.
Her heart skipped a few beats and her arousal
skyrocketed as Ethan’s head lowered to her pussy and his tongue soothed raw flesh.
When she was close to an orgasm he lifted his head and said, “Today is about my
showing you just how much your ass belongs to me. I don’t intend to use your
pussy, but you needed a reward.” He gave a few more soothing, teasing licks,
and stood.
“How are your arms? Have they had enough time down?”
Sam wiggled her fingers and took an inventory. Unsure
of whether speech was allowed, she shrugged her shoulders and gave a semi-nod.
They were okay, but she’d rather not have them bound over her head again.
“I didn’t ask if you wanted them over your head; I
just asked if they were okay for it.” Sam gave him a blank stare and he laughed
as he began releasing her bonds, “I told you, I can pretty much figure out what
you want to say. You have a very expressive face.”
Sam wanted to point out he hadn’t figured out how bad
she needed to pee, but bit her tongue.
He released her from the ropes and straps, helped her
stand, and walked her to the outdoor shower. She hadn’t noticed the rings set
into the wall on either side of the showerhead yesterday, but certainly knew
they existed now, as he leaned her back against the tiled wall and secured her
wrist cuffs.
She wasn’t sure what he was up to when he removed her
ankle cuffs, and was even more confused when he used rope to secure her ankles
to more rings set into the base of the wall. Her position was almost identical
to that of a Saint Andrews Cross, with the wall even tilting her back a little.
Yet another sports drink was pulled from the outside
refrigerator, and he offered it to her with a straw. Her bladder was extremely
uncomfortable by this time, and she shook her head and pulled her knees towards
each other a few inches, hoping he’d get the message.
“You’re standing in an outdoor shower. If you need to
pee, feel free to go. No need for permission.”
Sam felt her eyes go wide. He couldn’t be serious.
Could he?
His single raised eyebrow told her he was quite
sincere.
Unable to hold eye contact, she closed her eyes and
looked down. Thankfully, he didn’t insist on her going right away, or
continuing to meet his gaze.
“When you’re ready, then, but I need you to drink at
least another six ounces.”
Still looking down, she accepted the straw and drank
until she thought she’d reached the required amount. He didn’t insist on more
when she stopped, and though she tested her bonds while he returned the bottle
to the refrigerator, she knew they’d hold firm and she’d likely have to go
before he’d release her.
He’d warned today would be challenging both mentally
and physically, and she was beginning to understand what he’d meant. Between
his pushing her past the point of wanting to safeword, plus this…today was
proving to be difficult in many ways. She knew it would bring them closer, and
knew she’d been hoping for something like
how out of control she was, and he’d reached his goal.
He touched her calves, and smoothed his way to her
inner thighs, blending and softening the sharp sting. He watched her breathing
normalize, made sure his touches were soothing, and weren’t causing more pain.
His aim wasn’t to make her horny, but to comfort her
and help her find herself again, outside of the blaze of agony he’d put her
through.
* * * *
Sam relaxed as Ethan’s hands comforted her,
practically erasing the bite of the flogger while leaving the wonderful,
blissful heat permeating her skin and muscle and setting her on fire from knees
to belly button. Her hips moved and she groaned, wanting more.
“You please me, Samantha.” His words of praise
made her heart soar, and the afterglow of pain catapulted her into nirvana. Or
maybe she was still lightheaded from lack of oxygen, from screaming so much.
Didn’t matter, she loved this feeling; the biology of it was irrelevant.
Her heart skipped a few beats and her arousal
skyrocketed as Ethan’s head lowered to her pussy and his tongue soothed raw flesh.
When she was close to an orgasm he lifted his head and said, “Today is about my
showing you just how much your ass belongs to me. I don’t intend to use your
pussy, but you needed a reward.” He gave a few more soothing, teasing licks,
and stood.
“How are your arms? Have they had enough time down?”
Sam wiggled her fingers and took an inventory. Unsure
of whether speech was allowed, she shrugged her shoulders and gave a semi-nod.
They were okay, but she’d rather not have them bound over her head again.
“I didn’t ask if you wanted them over your head; I
just asked if they were okay for it.” Sam gave him a blank stare and he laughed
as he began releasing her bonds, “I told you, I can pretty much figure out what
you want to say. You have a very expressive face.”
Sam wanted to point out he hadn’t figured out how bad
she needed to pee, but bit her tongue.
He released her from the ropes and straps, helped her
stand, and walked her to the outdoor shower. She hadn’t noticed the rings set
into the wall on either side of the showerhead yesterday, but certainly knew
they existed now, as he leaned her back against the tiled wall and secured her
wrist cuffs.
She wasn’t sure what he was up to when he removed her
ankle cuffs, and was even more confused when he used rope to secure her ankles
to more rings set into the base of the wall. Her position was almost identical
to that of a Saint Andrews Cross, with the wall even tilting her back a little.
Yet another sports drink was pulled from the outside
refrigerator, and he offered it to her with a straw. Her bladder was extremely
uncomfortable by this time, and she shook her head and pulled her knees towards
each other a few inches, hoping he’d get the message.
“You’re standing in an outdoor shower. If you need to
pee, feel free to go. No need for permission.”
Sam felt her eyes go wide. He couldn’t be serious.
Could he?
His single raised eyebrow told her he was quite
sincere.
Unable to hold eye contact, she closed her eyes and
looked down. Thankfully, he didn’t insist on her going right away, or
continuing to meet his gaze.
“When you’re ready, then, but I need you to drink at
least another six ounces.”
Still looking down, she accepted the straw and drank
until she thought she’d reached the required amount. He didn’t insist on more
when she stopped, and though she tested her bonds while he returned the bottle
to the refrigerator, she knew they’d hold firm and she’d likely have to go
before he’d release her.
He’d warned today would be challenging both mentally
and physically, and she was beginning to understand what he’d meant. Between
his pushing her past the point of wanting to safeword, plus this…today was
proving to be difficult in many ways. She knew it would bring them closer, and
knew she’d been hoping for something like
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