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Against Nature pt 1
I promised myself that I could do this just once
I would do it for him because he asked
I went into the bathroom to prepare
I put my hair the way he wanted
Done my makeup the way he wanted
and I put on the sheer pink teddy
then that's when I froze
The pink was almost pearlescent white.
It looks odd against my skin
I don't recognize this person in the mirror.
I made the promise, and I kept my word
I sprayed a little perfume that he chose
I took a deep breath and walked out
He stood at the bed watching me
“I promise” became a mantra in my mind
I lowered my eyes slightly and waited
“Good girl. Remember to say the word and it will stop.”
I knew the rules as if I created them myself. I said nothing.
“Come to the bed and lay down.”
I did as I was told and lay down on the bed.
The bed was fitted with black fabric restraints
‘I promised’
“Try to relax. Do you hear that?” he asked
There is a faint sound in the room. A sort of moan
“Focus on the sound. The pleasure she must be having to make that sound.”
He lifted my right leg first and he…Sucked my toe
Felt nice and erotic.
Never breaking eye contact.
Then he tied a strap around that ankle.
He repeated the process to the other.
Gliding his hand up my tight and traced a finger in the seam of the shorts
My mouth parted taking a breath in
“Is this mine? Speak”
“Yes, Sir”
He continued his way up and restrained my wrists and pulled them tight and wide apart
My breathing had increased.
“Slow your breathing down. I will go no further until you do.”
I don’t like to be tied
I don’t like to be restrained
A sound escaped that did not sound right for the moment
“You growled. Relax”
I closed my eyes and thought ‘I promised’
“Remember to say your word”
He moved away and I listened to the sounds
He returned with the riding crop
“These legs look beautiful, but I want you to remember me every time you move”
Gliding up my inner thigh I felt the first sting of pain.
Gaging my reaction, he continued
He made exquisite patterns on the inside of my thigh
I had conflicting emotions
I am feeling slightly high but not quite. It was wrong.
He dropped the crop and started to feel the heat coming off my skin
“Are you wet?”
I looked at him and said…….
I would do it for him because he asked
I went into the bathroom to prepare
I put my hair the way he wanted
Done my makeup the way he wanted
and I put on the sheer pink teddy
then that's when I froze
The pink was almost pearlescent white.
It looks odd against my skin
I don't recognize this person in the mirror.
I made the promise, and I kept my word
I sprayed a little perfume that he chose
I took a deep breath and walked out
He stood at the bed watching me
“I promise” became a mantra in my mind
I lowered my eyes slightly and waited
“Good girl. Remember to say the word and it will stop.”
I knew the rules as if I created them myself. I said nothing.
“Come to the bed and lay down.”
I did as I was told and lay down on the bed.
The bed was fitted with black fabric restraints
‘I promised’
“Try to relax. Do you hear that?” he asked
There is a faint sound in the room. A sort of moan
“Focus on the sound. The pleasure she must be having to make that sound.”
He lifted my right leg first and he…Sucked my toe
Felt nice and erotic.
Never breaking eye contact.
Then he tied a strap around that ankle.
He repeated the process to the other.
Gliding his hand up my tight and traced a finger in the seam of the shorts
My mouth parted taking a breath in
“Is this mine? Speak”
“Yes, Sir”
He continued his way up and restrained my wrists and pulled them tight and wide apart
My breathing had increased.
“Slow your breathing down. I will go no further until you do.”
I don’t like to be tied
I don’t like to be restrained
A sound escaped that did not sound right for the moment
“You growled. Relax”
I closed my eyes and thought ‘I promised’
“Remember to say your word”
He moved away and I listened to the sounds
He returned with the riding crop
“These legs look beautiful, but I want you to remember me every time you move”
Gliding up my inner thigh I felt the first sting of pain.
Gaging my reaction, he continued
He made exquisite patterns on the inside of my thigh
I had conflicting emotions
I am feeling slightly high but not quite. It was wrong.
He dropped the crop and started to feel the heat coming off my skin
“Are you wet?”
I looked at him and said…….
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