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humiliate my love {w-JohnFeddeler}
he had a darkness in him that the moon did not see.
sometimes it slept for days, weeks. when it awoke,
he’d call her cell phone. wherever she was, she’d
respond to the call. if she was with another man, she
would make an excuse, get a cab, & go to him.
in his cold, bleak cellar, she would strip as he watched,
then take her position on the X-beams. he would fasten
her wrists & ankles securely, & glide his hand over her
cool, sleek flesh, knowing it was his to torment.
when he smacked her ass, she emitted a soft moan,
anticipating the thrill of his mean leather belt.
she knew she would embrace the pain;
and she knew she would come.
...
she heard her cell phone ring
she looked down at it, it was him
answering her phone, one word is all he said
she dropped everything and went to him
seeing him she couldn't help but grin slightly
as she undressed, feeling & smelling the dampness
in the air. she takes her place, waiting for him
feeling his hand on her skin made her shiver.
the feel of his belt on her skin
tormenting her, feeling the heat it leaves behind
her movements with each of his strikes
rattle the chains that are attached to her
she lets a soft moan escape her lips
as he gets more forceful with each hit
her moans turn into screams
her screams turn into cries
with his wicked grin he degrades her,
humiliates her, as he does this he
feels himself getting hard.
walking around to the front of her
he flicks her nipples with his finger.
leaving them hard, pointy
he takes his belt to the front of her thighs
marking every inch of her naked body
making her feel the bite of each
he walks up close to her
running his hand across her skin
feeling his body heat
she keeps her gaze at the floor
he grabs her neck making her look at him
squeezing, gagging her, her body tenses
he reaches down feeling her juices flowing
he takes his fingers puts them inside of her
moving them in and out, taking his fingers
shoving them into her mouth making her suck
releasing her neck he walks behind her
slapping her bare ass making more welts
smiling at his wonderful creations he has left
when he stops beating her, he retreats to the
shadows briefly. she can't see him.
then he releases her & she dresses,
feeling the sheer bliss of the sting.
he tells her to go.
go quickly.
sometimes it slept for days, weeks. when it awoke,
he’d call her cell phone. wherever she was, she’d
respond to the call. if she was with another man, she
would make an excuse, get a cab, & go to him.
in his cold, bleak cellar, she would strip as he watched,
then take her position on the X-beams. he would fasten
her wrists & ankles securely, & glide his hand over her
cool, sleek flesh, knowing it was his to torment.
when he smacked her ass, she emitted a soft moan,
anticipating the thrill of his mean leather belt.
she knew she would embrace the pain;
and she knew she would come.
...
she heard her cell phone ring
she looked down at it, it was him
answering her phone, one word is all he said
she dropped everything and went to him
seeing him she couldn't help but grin slightly
as she undressed, feeling & smelling the dampness
in the air. she takes her place, waiting for him
feeling his hand on her skin made her shiver.
the feel of his belt on her skin
tormenting her, feeling the heat it leaves behind
her movements with each of his strikes
rattle the chains that are attached to her
she lets a soft moan escape her lips
as he gets more forceful with each hit
her moans turn into screams
her screams turn into cries
with his wicked grin he degrades her,
humiliates her, as he does this he
feels himself getting hard.
walking around to the front of her
he flicks her nipples with his finger.
leaving them hard, pointy
he takes his belt to the front of her thighs
marking every inch of her naked body
making her feel the bite of each
he walks up close to her
running his hand across her skin
feeling his body heat
she keeps her gaze at the floor
he grabs her neck making her look at him
squeezing, gagging her, her body tenses
he reaches down feeling her juices flowing
he takes his fingers puts them inside of her
moving them in and out, taking his fingers
shoving them into her mouth making her suck
releasing her neck he walks behind her
slapping her bare ass making more welts
smiling at his wonderful creations he has left
when he stops beating her, he retreats to the
shadows briefly. she can't see him.
then he releases her & she dresses,
feeling the sheer bliss of the sting.
he tells her to go.
go quickly.
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