Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
my heart races. my breathing is hard, ragged. i close my eyes and focus on the paddle as my
hand connects it to my wet pussy.
Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
i imagine that it is not me
inflicting this pain/pleasure on myself.
i imagine that Master is here.
That it is by His hand that His pain slut receives this.
He would hit harder.
i pause to massage oil onto my
inner thighs and pussy lips, per His instructions. My heart still racing in my chest. 40
down.
Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Harder this time. Harder because i’m enjoying it. Harder because He would want it.
My skin burns with each blow. But my pussy is loving it, craving it, and
begging for more.
60 down. More massage. i
feel like i lose something with each break but i know that Master desires the
massage to keep me from hurting myself.
80 down. my fingers brush my
clit and i almost come out of my skin.
100 down! i slide two
fingers into my pussy and within seconds i’m having one of the most intense
orgasms that i’ve ever had on my own sans battery-operated toys.
Still wanting more…still wanting
to know where the edge is. i know i’m
not delivering these blows with the intensity that Master will when He
returns. There’s a self-survival
instinct that seems to keep me from hitting myself too hard. Plus, i find that i can’t keep myself from
tensing up since i know when each blow is coming.
Oh but the punishment ideas that
are running through my deviant little mind right now…