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He is bent over the chair's high back
   
    waiting in naked anticipation

for the whip's hard crack.
 
 When it comes, like a thunderous smack,
   
    he staggers and writhes in its intensity,
   
    his exposed cock is bobbing in its density.

The pain almost brings him to his knees
     
      ~~ no more, please ~~

                 I can see it in his eyes.

I run the leather across his thighs

     He shivers.......and sighs.

CRACK!!!
 
      a cry

CRACK!!!
   
      another

I drop the whip

        My hands stray down to his slender hips,

                to his burning ass
       
         I caress....
         
         I rub....

                 he trembles
 
         I caress....

         I rub....

                        he trembles harder
     
                                 My meek dove

         I caress lower
     
                   sobbing, he pushes into my hand

         I rub his arousal and....
       
               he cums
               
               he cums

               he cums...........

             My toy,

                  my good boy


This isn't 50 Shades Of Grey

I'm not Anastasia

He's not Mr. Grey

             
I am his MISTRESS

He is MY SLAVE

                  I
Written by BluesGal73
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