I have been a bad bad girl

The Act

Wrists secured, satin scarf tied
In my jungle, the dungeon of our fetishes, desires reside
My fingers inside her cunt silencing her outcries
Breast torture knees buckle
My mouth to her restricted nipples I suckle
The pillar of my commands, sadomastic demand
Her lovely face, shadowed tears, nipples, genital clamps
Unknow sensations makes her climax, pain upon pain always revamped

My O ring around her neck
I own the air she breaths, the space she takes, the climax juices rolling down her inner thighs at best
Under the drips of hot wax
Pushing the limits to her torture to the full max
In my mind, the fixation to please, her moans, her cringes, her body flinches
Side to side embedded as my two fingers jiggle
Smacking her apple bottom ass over and over as it wiggles

My welts imprinted upon the ownership off my little pet
Her body, her mind, I make cum and melt
Keeping her pussy wet
She’s addicted to the climatic effect

Her tender lips pasted against mine
Tasting the softness of her tongue, pleasurable, intoxicating as smooth wine
On her knees, licking up and down the alter of my ass
Her tongue upward embedded, serenading with the tip swimming in the moist bask

My pussy so tight, so creamy
A lover’s bondage tryst, beyond the realm of dreaming
Agony and desires colliding, quite steamy

My palms slowly roaming up and down her smooth thighs
Scooting her buttocks backwards for my tongue and darting deepening surprise
Pulling my mouth for the fountain of her seeping, by-and-by
Her pants, moans, whimpers, reaching back entrapping my mouth
Rules of engagement to sustain when pleasing her wet south

Biting into her skin for submissive deviant, no rules to pleasure, only a painful compromise
Her gasps echoing, licking over her inflicted punishment, a soft kiss, without explanations, no whys
Be gentle Mistress she pleaded, her skin tattered, bruised
Begging me to impose my aggression, inflicting anguish my greatest muse

My whip, my attention, my softness, she desperately wanted, needed
Silence proceeded
Need to release my sexual fetish aggression
Her flesh my dominating obsession

The Domination

Her smooth skin will feel the passion, the lust, as the whip of my desire’s slashes upon its call
Watch her sinking into my deviations, her emotions risking the fall
Her taste of submission feels good on my tongue
When she begs me to shame her, each welt felt she moans until she cums

My soft lips, in between her legs, stealing her wet drips
Her head hung backwards pussy gyrating on my face my fingers sliding inside, mouthing her slit

Pulling between my teeth her fine downy hairs
She loves it, bucking my face, her cries sailing into thin air
Legs spread, buckling, and centered
She keeps coming back to me, my rage to her body from spring to the calling of winter

Black stilettoes
Soft hands, roaming over silken flesh, on her knees, blindfolded, hands tied, licking over my polished toes
Her tongue slithering up my legs, my crotchless leather panties, her tongue consoles

You filthy little cunt
The posterior view of her physique on her knees, hair veiling her face, her ass is more appealing than the front
Taking the whip circulating, the handle over her tender skin
Her breath sucked in
Refusing her to move as she submits to my hurtful sins

My whip to her skin knows no end
One by one her back caves in
Her cries, loud, denying her to cum
The selfishness of her pain endurance, fingering myslef as bondage and dominating merge as one

Her moanful cries...emotionally she comes undone, the torture she waits, yearns for it
The tip of my stiletto caressing the back of her clit
On my kness, turning her on her back… parting her legs, my whip handle sliding inside her wet slit

Sucking on the nipple peak of a perky tit
Her pussy making love to my whip
Her satisfaction hardened as the handle twist, deeply slips
Clenching her hips
My mouth replacing the soft flicks, her cunt scent rolling over my lips

If she moves, my whip digs farther inside her and painfully roam
Her climax staining my tongue. her whimpers, knowing our time is done
My fetish, degraded
Humiliated
Bruised, mentally abused
Crawls over to my lavender scented bed
Blindfolded, bound writs, no words exchanged, said
Her back decorated with obsessional welts of red