On Rough Sex (Final - Part III)
I returned to the bed with rope. Leather cuffs. And a blindfold.
She lay there, silent, and her eyes opened wide as I strapped the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. I worked silently, focused on the task at hand. I knew my silence would be like erotic torture, as her mind now raced to all the things I might to do her next. Her breathing went shallow, her heart raced, and I watched her wet cunt almost pulse as each strap was cinched tight.
And then - darkness. I slipped the blindfold over her eyes and laced it tight. She whimpered, falling deeply into the abyss.
I first turned her over on her belly, with 2 pillows placed strategically under her hips. Once she was positioned, I took rope from the four corners of the bed and tied her tightly, spreadeagled and slick to the touch. Despite her best efforts to remain still, I watched her undulate her hips upward and backward - hoping I might soon have my cock back in a wet, yearning hole.
Instead, I began to fuck her largest erogenous zone - her mind. I took out a favorite flogger and laid it lengthwise between her ass cheeks, the tails falling down along her wet pussy, between her thighs. She gasped at the sensation, knowing quite clearly what I had placed upon her body. What she did not know was what I planned to do with the flogger, and she was clearly ruminating on this topic as her hips undulated.
I then took time to rummage in my bag - allowing her to enjoy the erotic torment just a bit longer. A good Dominant knows how to savor a moment. I crept up to the foot of the bed, moving silently as she whimpered.
I took the flogger from between her cheeks, and she gasped lightly. I tested the flogger in the air, whirring it in different motions, and allowing her to hear. I could see her ass clench as she steeled herself. I stopped and waited, with the flogger poised. A good Dominant knows a flogger lands much better on a relaxed ass.
She braced herself, and felt nothing. She waited. Still nothing. Then, she let out her breath and relaxed her ass cheeks.
My first stroke landed, and she yelped as the tails danced on her ass. I watched her gather her hips up, and I could see her pussy clench. I had chosen a flogger whose bark was much worse than its bite - and I watched her hips undulate as the warmth from the stroke made itself known. I let the tails dance again, and again, and again as she whimpered and moaned, straining at her ropes.
Pain - or pleasure? I smiled - looking at her glistening pussy presented so beautifully and remembering a favorite saying…
“your wetness betrays you, girl….”
Wetness, indeed. A girl who wets during a flogging is feeling my hunger as I intend. I knew she was fully aroused, and each stroke made her crave my cock more.
Without pause, I moved to the bed, positioned myself over her ass and dripping pussy, and drove my cock into her. She let out a guttural “UNGGGHHHHHH” as I impaled her fully, and she continued with an “UNGHH, UNGHHH, UNGGHHH”, as she matched my thrusts with her song.
This is the way a girl sings to me. She felt my raw, animal hunger. It stripped away every protection, every layer, every defense she carried as a woman in the vanilla world. She was mine. I was taking her, dark, decadent, and deep. And she sung to me with the most beautiful song imaginable.
I untied her long enough to flip her over and bind her spreadeagled once again to the bed. Taking my lightest flogger, I continued my ministrations with the lightest of floggings on her breasts and pussy. She whimpered and moaned, writhing in her bonds. She was still blindfolded, and in her black abyss each strike took her to a new level as she danced on the razor’s edge of pain and pleasure.
Toys followed. Devilish, decadent toys that made her shriek, whimper, and moan as she begged over and over for permission to cum for me. I denied her, elevating her each time to a new level of arousal and submissive hunger.
And I fucked her. Over and over, feeling my hunger and my love for this beautiful girl who gave so much of herself in her service to me. The intensity built to a point where I finally gave myself over to an amazing, clutching, powerful orgasm that produced wave after wave of spasms. As I came, I grunted the words she had been begging to hear….
“CUM FOR ME, GIRL!!”
She immediately convulsed with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt, feeling her body respond to my spasms and surges. And she sang out, with conviction…
“Cumming for YOU, SIR!!! CUMMING FOR YOU SIRRRR!! OH GOD, I AM CUMMING FOR YOU SIR!!!!”
This, of course, intensified my own pleasure. I grunted and groaned, savoring her contractions and her slick pussy. We floated together in the throes of that orgasm for what seemed like hours.
I untied her, removed her blindfold, and gathered her up in my arms as I collapsed on the bed, still panting from my own exertion. I held her, kissing her cheek and stroking her hair. I felt her aftershocks ripple through her body as she clutched me.
She then instinctively nuzzled down against me and cleaned my cock, sucking and licking my cum and her own juices from my shaft. I moaned and relaxed into the bed, holding her hair as she carried out her loving task.
She returned to my chest, and I brought her body up and draped her against me. We lay in silence, with caresses, kisses, and gentle touches.
This is the most beautiful dance in the world when you can share it with a delightful submissive. Yes, you, girl. Come dance with me on the fringe of darkness…
Caption © Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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Going to work for the day or out of town?
When your slut gives in to temptation and tries to sneak a quickie,
this will continue the training in orgasm denial.
It will also remind the slut that while you are away,
you are still very much present and in control.
this is just evil
‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.