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Once they were in place, she lubed her fingers and picked up one of her favorite anal toys. It had three silicone beads that gradually increased in size on one end. The beads were perfect for stimulating the prostate. Where the beads ended, the toy curved around to provide additional stimulation to the perineum. Considering the fun she intended to have with the clothespins, the added pleasure to Ryan’s prostate and perineum would have him on the edge in no time.
Without warning, Katrina inserted a single gloved finger into Ryan’s ass. She made sure he was relaxed before adding another finger, and then another. Once she was confident he was significantly prepped, she removed her fingers, added some lube to the toy, and pressed it in place. His cheeks flexed around the intrusion, but otherwise he remained still.
That was, until she turned on the vibrations. A ripple went through his body, and he clenched his fists.
She watched his cock grow even harder as the toy continued to work its magic. Smirking, she removed her gloves and then went to the far wall to remove her single-tail whip. When she began researching BDSM, she had known immediately that she was a top. Submission held no appeal for her. Domination, however, was a different story. The first time she laid eyes on the whip she held between her fingers, it had felt as if it belonged in her grasp. She made the decision that day to learn all she could about how to wield a whip properly, and her determination had paid off.
Unfurling the whip, she let the tail dangle against her leg before giving Ryan’s backside a quick crack. It wasn’t meant to hurt so much as get his attention.
Get his attention it did. Ryan snapped his head up. He’d been so caught up in all the sensations that he hadn’t been paying attention to her. Well, that would change.
She stepped closer to him, running the tips of her fingers over the clothespins. “Which one should I remove first, do you think? Hmm?”
His eyes widened as what she was about to do sank in. She’d used the clothespins on him before, as well as the whip, but she’d never combined the two. Over the last few months, she’d been working diligently on her aim. It had been good for the last two years, but she’d wanted it to be excellent. After hours of practicing, she was ready. Ryan just happened to be the lucky one to benefit from all her training.
Without another word, she took several steps back, putting room between her and Ryan. A flick of her wrist later, the whip made contact with one of the clips attached to the inside of his thigh. He jerked when the clothespin detached and landed onto the floor.
She didn’t give him time to recover. One by one, Katrina removed each metal clothespin with the tail of her whip, leaving the ones clinging to his cock and balls for last. By that point, he was sweating. Ryan’s eyes were closed once again, and his entire body was vibrating with unreleased energy. He looked as if he were about ready to explode.
Tossing her whip to the side, she came to stand in front of him. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Slowly he opened his lids to stare down at her. His pupils were dark—almost black in the soft light of the dungeon. “You’re okay to continue?”
“Yes. . . Ma’am.” The words were broken and barely above a whisper. She knew Ryan, though. He would safeword if he needed to.
She lowered her mouth over one of his nipples, grazing it with her teeth. This time, he tilted his head back. He would have been looking at the eyebolts in the ceiling if not for the fact that his eyes were closed. Ryan embraced everything she gave him. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed playing with him.
Keeping her lips on his skin, she reached between them and ripped off the three clips she’d attached to the underside of his cock in quick succession. Before he had time to recover, she wrapped her hand around his length and began scraping her nails along his erection with each pass
Without warning, Katrina inserted a single gloved finger into Ryan’s ass. She made sure he was relaxed before adding another finger, and then another. Once she was confident he was significantly prepped, she removed her fingers, added some lube to the toy, and pressed it in place. His cheeks flexed around the intrusion, but otherwise he remained still.
That was, until she turned on the vibrations. A ripple went through his body, and he clenched his fists.
She watched his cock grow even harder as the toy continued to work its magic. Smirking, she removed her gloves and then went to the far wall to remove her single-tail whip. When she began researching BDSM, she had known immediately that she was a top. Submission held no appeal for her. Domination, however, was a different story. The first time she laid eyes on the whip she held between her fingers, it had felt as if it belonged in her grasp. She made the decision that day to learn all she could about how to wield a whip properly, and her determination had paid off.
Unfurling the whip, she let the tail dangle against her leg before giving Ryan’s backside a quick crack. It wasn’t meant to hurt so much as get his attention.
Get his attention it did. Ryan snapped his head up. He’d been so caught up in all the sensations that he hadn’t been paying attention to her. Well, that would change.
She stepped closer to him, running the tips of her fingers over the clothespins. “Which one should I remove first, do you think? Hmm?”
His eyes widened as what she was about to do sank in. She’d used the clothespins on him before, as well as the whip, but she’d never combined the two. Over the last few months, she’d been working diligently on her aim. It had been good for the last two years, but she’d wanted it to be excellent. After hours of practicing, she was ready. Ryan just happened to be the lucky one to benefit from all her training.
Without another word, she took several steps back, putting room between her and Ryan. A flick of her wrist later, the whip made contact with one of the clips attached to the inside of his thigh. He jerked when the clothespin detached and landed onto the floor.
She didn’t give him time to recover. One by one, Katrina removed each metal clothespin with the tail of her whip, leaving the ones clinging to his cock and balls for last. By that point, he was sweating. Ryan’s eyes were closed once again, and his entire body was vibrating with unreleased energy. He looked as if he were about ready to explode.
Tossing her whip to the side, she came to stand in front of him. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Slowly he opened his lids to stare down at her. His pupils were dark—almost black in the soft light of the dungeon. “You’re okay to continue?”
“Yes. . . Ma’am.” The words were broken and barely above a whisper. She knew Ryan, though. He would safeword if he needed to.
She lowered her mouth over one of his nipples, grazing it with her teeth. This time, he tilted his head back. He would have been looking at the eyebolts in the ceiling if not for the fact that his eyes were closed. Ryan embraced everything she gave him. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed playing with him.
Keeping her lips on his skin, she reached between them and ripped off the three clips she’d attached to the underside of his cock in quick succession. Before he had time to recover, she wrapped her hand around his length and began scraping her nails along his erection with each pass
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