She is ready to go home. He is home. He is the missing chapter, the words she cannot find. The letters, the vowels, the consonants… none of them blend together to create the rest of her story. They just float endlessly. Searching for the page where they belong.

He is her home. He is her page, her pen, her ink, her inspiration and her light. He is her dark, her comfort, her warmth. She wants only him. Her hollow will remain until she is in his arms again. When she finally goes home… she will be whole again.

 

She hungers for the light of her Luna. Her moon. She craves how it feels to be caressed and surrounded by her King. He continues to push her tides, even though she hasn’t seen his light for an eternity.

The fire inside her soul is quiet. It is not roaring, cracking, or keeping her warm. The embers glow softly, waiting to be stirred by Luna. This fire will never stop. It may ebb and flow, like the tides. One day soon, it will burn higher and hotter than she’s ever known. On that day, is when the light of her moon will shine brightly on her face. It is that moment when her fire will feel the fuel it requires.

Until that moment, she remembers how her King feels. She closes her eyes and sees his sweet smile, the burn of passion behind his perfect bright brown eyes. When she pauses and connects to her soul, she senses him near her. As she swims in these embers, she prays he can feel her too.

He finds her often in her dreams. When those nights come, she hopes for a never-ending darkness. Her moon illuminates the darkness, and that is all she needs. Waking from those nights, she senses the fire stirring inside. He was there, with her, touching her soul. Their soul.  This soul they share.

Life will never separate the connection they have. He will find her and she will always find him. It will not always be in her dreams during the night or during the day. She is moving towards his arms, every moment of every day.

 

 

After a morning of calls, working out, and reports, she decides to unplug for the afternoon. Whatever it is, it can wait until evening. She used to feel guilty about simply being like this. Her guilt has since turned to pleasure in the present. Wearing her favorite ‘tanning’ gear, she heads out the door to the back yard. It’s a quiet day. Although, out here away from civilization, it is always a quiet day. Not many people make their way out to see her. And with that, she’s content. Her suit is turquoise blue, halter top. Tied around her neck. Her large breasts appear even larger in such style. She likes wearing this top, with the plunge in the front and open back, her tan lines are minimal. The bottoms are cheeky boy shorts, with palm trees. Her round ass fills the shorts, so much so that her cheeks peak out the bottom. Perfect for those tan lines. She brings out her usual tanning survival pack: Small towel to put over her face, tanning oil, sunglasses, beats ear buds, and her phone to play audiobooks or meditation music. By now, the dogs are used to her routine and don’t bother her much while she lays out. She makes her way over to her spot. Saturating her bare skin with tanning oil, she shimmers in the sunlight. She lays down, puts in her ear buds and turns on her music. She sets an alarm, history has shown that falling asleep out here for too long  isn’t necessarily a good thing. She drifts into her now, listening to the soothing sounds filling her ears and her mind. She is the only one on the planet right now.

 

She can’t breath. She can’t see. Her world is black. She still hears the sounds of meditation in her ears, but something is covering her head. Something, or someone, is holding her still. The music stops, someone has her phone. She can hear movement around her. She’s still outside, she can feel the warmth of the sun still bearing down on her bare skin. Trying to sit up, she feels a large hand on her chest, keeping her pressed into the hammock. A voice she’d never heard before calmly says,

“Don’t move until I tell you to move.”

Her mind begins to race. What is going on here? Who is that? Why is he here? Taking a deep breath, she accesses the whole situation. She’s practically naked, in her back yard. Alone. Her trusty side arm is in the house along with all the others. She now has a bottle of tanning oil and a Yeti cup of ice water for defense. Well, this isn’t going to work, now is it…she tells herself.

The large hand pressing down on her chest reaches up towards her face. Although she can’t see it, she feels it. He pulls on her ear buds, pulling them from her ears. Then says “Now you can hear me better, can’t you?”

She doesn’t answer. So he asks again, louder this time, with much more force.

“Yes. I can hear you.”

His large hand patted her chest as he said “Good girl. Now, here are the rules. 1. You break any of these rules, you will be punished. 2. You must always listen to me. 3. Only speak when you have been asked a question. 4. Do not, I repeat, do not try to fight me. Do you understand these 4 rules, Scarlett?”

Her breath caught and her heart began to pound out of her chest. As she listened to the rules, two things captivated her: He used the word punishment, and he knows her name. Is this really happening?

“Yes, I understand the 4 rules.”

He cleared his throat as she felt his hand sliding between her tits and he pushed the top away from her left breast. Exposing her entireness and nipple. He pinched it as he growled, “And when you answer me, you will call me Zeus.”

She swallowed hard. He pinched more until she quickly replied “Yes Zeus. I understand the 4 rules.”

He slipped the halter back over her breast and grabbed both her hands, pulling her to a sitting position. Her mind was still in race mode. She wanted to believe this was that dark fantasy she’s always had, that nobody truly knew about. Maybe if she made it that way in her head, this all wouldn’t seem so scary. Although, she felt very little fear in this situation. This “Zeus” character was going to do what he wanted to do, whether she feared him or not. Hell, if she enjoyed his game… it could end up that he becomes the victim.

He tells her to stand up, putting her hands in front of her. She still cannot see anything. It’s pitch black when she opens her eyes. And she has some trouble breathing with this hood covering her head. He ties a rope around her hands, pulling them together. And begins to lead her somewhere. Her feet are bare, he left her flip flops by the hammock. She steps on twigs and grass burrs and acorns. It hurts, but she keeps moving forward as he pulls on her rope. She’s familiar enough with the layout of her yard, he’s taking her to the house. Up the steps, the concrete is cool under her bare feet. He opens the door and a rush of cold air comes out. She doesn’t remember the house being this cold. Had she been outside longer than she thought? He pulled her into the living room, closing the door behind her. He stood in front of her, very close. She could smell him. His scent was unfamiliar to her. This raw, grainy smell. He dropped the rope, telling her to stand still, and reached behind her to untie her halter top. As he did, it fell down to her waist, exposing her from her hips up. He let out a deep breath as he grabbed both her breasts with his hands. She noticed now, how large his hands felt. Even more so than when they were outside. He squeezed them hard, pushing them together and into her. Then said “These will do, Scarlett. Now come with me.” And he grabbed the rope and pulled her into another room.

It was one of the guest rooms, not her bedroom. It was so cold in this room. Her nipples got instantly hard and tiny goosebumps covered her arms. He noticed this and chuckled. He let go of the rope again and put his hands on her hips, turning her into a position that he wanted her to be in. He said, “I am going to untie your wrists, but don’t do anything until I say. Do you understand?”

She replied, beginning to tremble because of the temperature of the room, “Yes, Zeus. I understand.”

Her arms to her side, she stood perfectly still. He stood in front of her again. Very close. If she weren’t wearing this hood, she would feel his breath on her face. His scent was getting stronger. It reminded her of fresh plowed dirt. His large hands moved to her neck, stalling there for just a moment. Then to her shoulders and down her arms. He was very precise in his movements. There was a purpose to how he was touching her. She displayed no fear, as she didn’t have any. Although, she wasn’t to the threshold of enjoyment of this either. She was just… there.

He moved his hands to her hips, and with one swift movement, had her completely naked in front of him. She took a deep breath, and instead of attempting to hide herself.. she stood proud in her nakedness. He couldn’t see her face… which meant he couldn’t see her light… or her dark. He couldn’t see the pain or the pleasure or the nothing or the everything. All he could see was her body. That is what he was after in the end, anyways, she thought.

He instructed her to step out of her bathing suit. She obeyed. As she stood there, she could feel his eyes drinking her in. His breath was becoming heavier. She listened as he took off his clothes. Then he stood in front of her again. He was aroused. Very much so. She felt his hard cock against her bare skin, just below her waist. This indicated that Zeus, was in fact, a large man. Her hands began to tingle. “What the fuck” she thought to herself… Do not reach out and grab it!

He instructed her to sit down. She was on the edge of the bed now. He then told her to scoot back and lay down, with her arms above her head. She did exactly that. The room was still so cold. And all she could see was darkness.

He tied her wrists to either side of the headboard, so that her arms were tight above her head. He then was next to her, standing beside the bed. His fingertips trailed over her naked body. He was inspecting her. Deciding what to do with his new found toy first.

He pushed the hood back, exposing only her throat and her mouth. There was a drawstring on the hood, so he was able to tie it to insure that it wouldn’t slip up her face. She was still hidden… but now, he could play more.

He straddled her chest, with his knees under her armpits. He was heavy on her and it was hard to breathe. She felt his naked thighs surrounding her. His skin was hot, clammy. And that grainy scent… it was still strong.

“Open your mouth, Scarlett.” He demanded. She did as he said, and she suddenly felt his hard cock on her tongue. He began to rock back and forth, fucking her mouth. He held the back of her head in one hand, as he guided his cock into her throat with the other. Tears started to trickle fro her eyes. His cock was huge. She was gagging and gasping for air. This large man was going to do all the things he wanted to do to her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She tasted his precum oozing with every stroke between her lips. He then scooted down, just enough to fuck her tits. They still had tanning oil on them, and his weight was now heavy on her ribs and stomach. He squeezed her tits together, hard. His massive cock sliding between them, the tip of him banging into her chin. He said “open your mouth so you can suck the tip as I fuck your tits.” She did as she was told. Before she new it, she felt his thick cum spraying her mouth and her chest. He orgasmed all over her.

The darkness in her mind took over, as she thought “Are you kidding me? That can’t be it.” And then she had to refrain from a smirk showing on her face… he’d see that on her mouth. Maybe she will save that smirk for later. Let the darkness in, she told herself.

He shuddered for a moment, his cock still stiff. She felt him get off the bed. The listened as she heard movement around the room. She heard more than one person in the room now. He came back to the bed, a damp towel to clean up his mess. Then said “Not to worry, Scarlett. There is more where that came from.” She shivered. The room was still cold. The shiver wasn’t from the temperature.

He said, “I am going to remove this hood and you will be blindfolded. Do not open your eyes. Do you understand? You will want to breathe.”

“I understand, Zeus.”

He seemed to chuckle as she said it. He removed the hood. She kept her eyes closed tight. As badly as she wanted to see what was happening, she wasn’t sure what he was capable of.

With the blindfold, she could most definitely breathe better. He then wrapped his hand around one of her ankles, pulling it to the side of the bed. She felt the rope, and knew he was tying her down even more. She felt wetness dripping down her pussy lips as he spread her legs. It was pooling underneath her. He reached between her legs and slapped her clit. She could hear him smile as he said, “Well, I guess you are enjoying this too?”

She wasn’t sure if he was actually asking her a question, or was just making an observation. When she felt him quickly move to her face and his hands on her throat, she realized he was asking a question. “Did you not hear me Scarlett?”

“Yes. I heard you. You’re in control. Do what pleases you, Zeus.” She wasn’t about to verbalize to this enormous man that she was in fact very excited and feeling tremendous pleasure in this darkness.

He slapped her tits, then moved to the foot of the bed. She felt him standing there for several minutes. She wondering if he was taking pictures, texting his buddies, deciding what to do next… what was he doing. She heard another set of footsteps on the side of the bed, then felt the weight of another person kneeling beside her. This person began to tease her nipples with one hand, and she felt another hand slide between her legs. This person began to stroke her clit and finger her pussy, in a flawless motion… as if they were in her head and knew exactly how to touch her. Her mind was numb, yet felt every. single. thing happening around her.

She felt Zeus kneel on the bed between her legs. His huge cock, still throbbing hard, pressing against her lips. She heard Zeus say, “Make her cum with my cock.” The person beside her stopped stroking her clit and grabbed Zeus, the tip of his cock sliding up and down between her lips, over her clit. The faster this person stroked Zeus, the more precum oozed from his cock. She was in a puddle of juice now. She felt his large hands grabbing her tits… then one up to her throat as he slowly choked her. The person holding Zeus’s cock didn’t stop stroking her. She came… hard… all over him, the bed, the hand of the person playing this game.

Zeus growled, “Good work. Now, I get to fuck your Queen”.

He pulled the blindfold off her eyes, still kneeling between her open legs, and there was her prince. Her sweet, caged prince. Kneeling beside her. His caged cock leaking over her bare skin, his hand still wrapped around Zeus’s huge cock, covered in Scarlett’s orgasm. Her eyes were wide with indescribable pleasure. This was all him. He did this. For her. Then she looked at Zeus… this large, beautiful black man with a cock bigger than she’d ever seen.

“My Queen, I knew you needed to swim in the dark. It’s been pulling at us both. Tell me, are you surprised?”

 

 

 

 

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This isn’t the usual post that you’ll see come from Scarlett. Hopefully this will help heal… not only her… but those reading this.

There comes a time when you have to face the scariest moments in your life. It may come at you in a fiery collision, literally. Where you are fighting for your life, struggling for every physical breath. When your mind is begging for life, your heart runs through all your memories all at once, and you dream of what the future will be like… if you make it out of this alive. And if you do make it out of this crash…. will you be the same as you were before? What scars will you show? What pain will you endure? How will you change? How will you even face the unknown? How will you know….?

Then… you will come into a crash of a completely different sort. The kind that shatters you…from the inside out. It often comes as a slow destruction. You feel a twinge of pain, now and then. But you dismiss it…. because it doesn’t hurt for long, it doesn’t really cause that much pain. You don’t feel the scar that is forming, so it really isn’t there, is it? This sort of battle is one that could last for days, months…. even years. Once you finally realize you’re actually at war… it seems like a lifetime has passed. And you shed light on the dark corners in your soul…. you see the demons, the scars, the pain and the torment. You ask yourself where it has all come from….how you didn’t know it was there…. why do you see it now? Then…. you begin to wonder how you will mend the brokenness that has now become a part of who you are. Just like in the fiery crash, you fight… you struggle, push and pull….You wonder if how your heart will keep beating, how will the oxygen feed your cells. Is it possible to survive this? After it’s been leaving behind scars for so long, how do you know it will be worth the battle?

Here’s how you know…. these scars you are finally seeing…. these are now a part of your DNA….they make you who you are, RIGHT NOW. Not who you were years ago, not even who you were yesterday, the day before the light illuminated the darkness. Embrace the battle. Hug the pain. Own it. Allow it to be what it is…. a part of you. The moment you do this, the scars and darkness are no longer frightening or ugly. Instead, you will see these things for what they truly have become…..unquestionable beauty. Without darkness…there can be no light. Without light… there can be no shadows. Without one, the other doesn’t exist.

 

She takes a deep breath, anticipating what he will do next. She loves his punishments…but this one isn’t like one she’s experienced before. There is a certain extraordinary power in the room. They are in a space that neither has been.

He trails his fingertips down her chest, over her stomach and slips them between her smooth pussy lips. She instantly becomes even more wet. He loves how she pools like this, he knows she needs him. Spreading her open, her clit stiffens. Silently inviting him to please her. Slowly he slips two fingers inside of her. She’s tight and so very hot. Stroking her this way, he can feel her body reacting from the inside. She’s pulsating and starts to move with the rhythm of his strokes. Quickly, he pulls his fingers away then slaps her pussy. She bucks in surprise. “Baby girl, you must be still.”

With a deep breath, she says quietly, “Yes, Sir. I will be still.” Damn it, this punishment and power he’s using on her is curiously unexpected. He has always, from the very beginning, been her dominant. Even when they aren’t in the bedroom, but living life, his power is undeniable.

As she lays perfectly still, her only movement is her breath and the racing of her heart, he absorbs this exact moment. Memorizing her. He will forever remember this.

He leans back, pulling away from her, but still between her legs. He reaches for the vibrator at the end of the bed. He knows this is her favorite, as he’s watched her bring herself to orgasm many times with it. Laying down, he turns the vibrator on to a low speed and lays it on the bed, right next to her ass cheek. He listens as she moans softly. Then asks her, “Are you going to behave now?”

With absolute seriousness, she replies, “Yes. I am behaving now, Sir.”

He knows that she tries to be the best submissive for him, and she always is. He tells her that she is. He sometimes has to look for reasons to give her punishment….because giving pain, allows her pleasure that she craves more and more. Kissing the inside of her thighs, teasing her carefully, he slides his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to him. Which, in turn, tightens the ropes around her wrists. He looks up, smiling. His angel, with her wings spread wide. He will meet her in heaven, but not before he takes her through what will seem like hell. A scorching, loving, intimate, dripping wet hell.

Without warning, he slams the vibrator deep inside her pussy, thrusting quickly. While he begins to lick her clit, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. Her hips rise, her body tightens. He sucks her clit into his mouth, sending her deeper…near bliss. He can feel her clit getting even harder, so hot between his lips. The vibrations of the toy resonating through her body while he slips it in and out of her slowly now. Changing the angle of his strokes, she feels the toy rubbing against that spot…the one that makes her cum every time. Coupled with his mouth devouring her, she can feel it getting closer. He holds her clit between his lips, rolling it with his tongue. She starts to pull on the ropes, she no longer has control over the reaction of her body. She is going to cum.

As quickly as he began….he stops. “Baby girl, you aren’t allowed to cum just yet. Do you remember when we talked about taking you to subspace?”

Breathless, she answers, “Yes. I remember, Sir.”

“Good. Because it’s time. I will take you there. You will allow me to take you there. You must give everything of you to me. Do you understand?”

Without fear, she answers boldly; “I understand, Sir. You will take me into subspace. I am ready.”

“That’s my sweet girl. Remember your safe words?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Tell them to me and what they mean. I need to be sure you know to use them.”

“Yellow. This means to slow down, that I’m not ready for more. Red. Red means to stop completely. That I’ve gone as far as I can go.”

“That’s right. Good girl. How are you feeling right now?”

“Frustrated,” she replies.

He laughs. She smiles, she loves the sound of his happiness. Then he says, “It will all be worth it, baby. I promise.”

She believes him, with every ounce of who she is, she believes him.

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Again, he slides the vibrator into her pussy, a low hum fills the room, or maybe its just in her head. He kneels between her legs again, upright. Reaching for her perfect breasts, he squeezes them, flicking her nipples. Then pulls on them, hard. She sucks her breath through her teeth, loving the pleasure of the pain. He kisses her mouth, slowly. With deliberate caution, he tastes her lips. Her own sweetness is on her tongue now. She loves when he shares with her. He pushes the toy deep into her with his hips. She can feel his cock. He is so rigid, pulsing against her.

As his kiss deepens, she feels the belt tighten around her neck. He pulls away from the kiss, watching as she struggles to find her breath. Still blindfolded, he can’t watch her eyes. He must watch for other cues from her. She moans loudly, pulling on the ropes again. For a split second, the belt tightens even more, then he releases her. She takes a deep, ragged breath, then relaxes on the ropes.

Reaching between them, he pulls the toy out of her, laying it back on the bed. Laying the length of his shaft between her slick lips, he begins to stroke himself there. He is so ready to dive into her, bury himself there. But he’s willing to wait. She’s waited her entire life for this…. he won’t deny her.

He slides his hands up her body, reaching for the end of the belt. Still not inside her, but so close, he rocks against her. He feels her dripping on him. She’s perfect for him, not just at the moment, but everything, in every way. He smiles softly, anticipating where they are heading.

Pulling his cock away from her, just for a moment. Then, he rests the tip just at her opening. He listens to her breathing, listens to her quiet moans. Watches her body, the trembles that move across her skin. He has to read her, to know her, and to understand what comes next.

Unable to wait any longer, he slides into her slowly as he pulls on the rope. God, she feels incredible….undeniably perfect, surrounding him. Drowning him. Slowly, he fucks her. He has to use extreme personal restraint at this point, it’s taking everything he has not to pound her into the bed. With each gradual motion of his body, he pulls a little tighter on the belt.

She pulls the rope, wrapping it around her hands. It’s burning her wrists, but isn’t painful. Her breath isn’t denied, but it is a struggle. Her mind is everywhere. There are so many sensations happening all at once. She wants to see him, she needs to watch him. This is the only part that is the most painful, but it doesn’t hurt at all. The belt tightens, her breath is being withdrawn. Things start to become clouded, but the sensation of his cock stroking her becomes even more intense. Her mind goes back and forth between the pain and the pleasure.

He releases the belt, loosening the grip on her neck. She comes back from the edge, again. He buries himself deep inside of her. Just holding himself there. Feeling her body throbbing, surrounding him. She is breathing deep now, taking in the air that she needs. He lets go of the belt, just for now, and reaches for the blindfold.

Pulling it off her eyes, and over her head, he lets her see again. She slowly opens her eyes. Blinking carefully. The room isn’t bright, but she is trying to focus. There. He’s right there. She sees him again. His body is sleek, reflecting the dim lights around them. She quickly moves her target of vision to his eyes. How she adores his eyes, looking into them, watching them. Her body reacts viciously to seeing him again. Without moving, she can feel her orgasm approaching. He feels it to, and quickly pulls away from her. She won’t be punished for this reaction, for this one was completely out of her control.

“Are you doing okay, baby girl?” he asks gently.

She nods her head, “Yes. Yes sir. I’m doing okay.”

“Don’t forget your safe words. Trust that I’m listening to you,” he whispers as he leans down and kisses her. As his mouth touches her lips, he slides back into her. She moans into his kiss, spreading her legs wider for him.

He grabs her hips, pulling her into him, hard. Her legs on his shoulders now, he can plunge even deeper. Reaching for the belt again, he tugs on it, squeezing her neck again. His cock gets even harder, he can see her eyes now. He sees a tear, but doesn’t stop. She hasn’t given a safe word. He knows the tear isn’t a bad one.

He feels her orgasm approaching again. She’s cum several times already, but he has denied her orgasm. He wanted her know know what edging is like, because he does this for her often. It was her turn.

But looking at her, seeing her indulgence into him, he wants to give her this. The belt tightens around her neck. He fucks her harder, deeper. Her eyes are closed now, she’s struggling to breathe. There is just enough air for her to stay with him. Soon, he will let her fall. While fucking her, and pulling the belt, he reaches down and slaps her ass. Hard. It even stings his hand. Then he reaches up and pinches her nipple, pulling it.

She is so hot, he can feel her temperature rising while he slams in and out of her. She is swelling around him, getting tighter and tighter. Then, he realizes……

“Baby girl…. it’s time. You have my permission to orgasm.” As he says the words, the belt tightens ever so slightly. She throws her head back into the bed, pulling it more. A scream tries to escape her lips, but it’s cut off. Her entire body quakes. Waves upon waves crash around his shaft, she puddles into the bed. Trembling. He lets go of the belt, and reaches to loosen it from her neck. She lies there, quiet moans finally escaping her, but her breath is shallow and still ragged. Sweat forms on her face, her neck, on her chest. He lets her legs down slowly, his cock still buried inside. Her body is still in an orgasm, he must feel every pulse from her.

He leans over her now. Reaching for the knots on her wrists. He unties her, without saying a word. He lets her melt for a moment. She’s like a rag doll beneath him. He strokes her beautiful face, pushing her wet hair away from her eyes, “Come to me, baby. I’m right here.”

She opens her eyes, and sees him there. He let her fall. But she didn’t fall alone. She didn’t hit the bottom. He is right there with her. Holding her. She’s safe. He protects her, cherishes her. She sees it every time she looks into his eyes.

 

 

 

Her body trembles as she remains still. Her mind races to the corners of the darkness that he shines light on every time they are together. His belt is still snug around her neck, reminding her that he is in control.

As instructed, she remains on her knees. Ass in the air, legs spread, and face down on the bed. He pushes her hair away, “Turn your head to face me, baby girl.” She does so. He leans in and kisses her cheek, then traces the tip of his tongue on her lips. “Mmmm… you taste so sweet.” His lips move down her body, over her neck….moving painfully slowly, as she can feel the heat from his body brushing over her bare skin. Trailing over her shoulder and down her back, he kisses her red ass, very tenderly. Deliberately hovering over her, his breath so warm on her tender skin. Without warning, he bites her ass cheek, then spanks her again, asking “Who is my pain slut?”

Breathless, she answers; “I am.” He spanks her harder this time. “What did you say?”

“Sir. I am your pain slut, Sir.” He rubs the spot where he just spanked her, smiling softly as he says, “Yes. That’s a good girl”.

He moves between her legs again. She knows better than to push against him, she wants so badly to invite him back inside her. The skin on her ass stings…. it burns….. her wetness drips between her thick thighs. With his hands on her hips, he pushes her ass higher in the air, spreading her open. He dives into her, burying his face into her sweetness, drinking her in. She tastes like summer peaches, coupled with a shot of whiskey….making an indescribable recipe to bring him to his knees. His slides his tongue into her, licking and sucking every drop he can. Listening as she moans, he knows she wants to cry out, to beg him to fuck her. He also knows she will obey him, because she is such a good baby girl. He pulls away quickly, reaching for the belt around her neck. He raises her head off the bed, so she is on all fours. “Arch your back, baby. Pull up your shoulders and your hips.” She does as she is instructed, her back sinking in the middle, head held high, looking straight ahead. He steps down off the bed, still holding on to the end of the belt. She looks so perfect, his angel. He stands next to the bed, simply admiring her. Her tits hanging, simply splendid. Her nipples are tight…hard, like little pebbles. Her ass still red from the spankings she just accepted.

She looks over to him, his cock is stiff. Throbbing. She can see a shimmer of pre-cum oozing from this tip of his impeccable shaft. Biting her lip, to keep her from smiling, she thinks how badly she wants that deep in her throat. She loves how he throbs for her.

He pulls on the belt, carefully as he spanks her, hard. She jumps, just a little. Surprised, as she wasn’t expecting that. He then asks, “Did you get permission to look at me that way?”

Shit…. “No. Sir. I did not.”

“You do know what I have to do, now. Don’t you.”

Damn it…. she just needed to see him….every beautiful, delightful, marvelous part of him. “Yes. Sir. I know.”

He pulls the belt from her neck, removing it. No…. please don’t take that from me, she thinks. He uses it again to spank her. Leaving a welt this time. “Don’t move,” he demands.

She is perfectly still. The skin on her ass is burning. She wants to cry out, but refuses. Looking straight ahead once again, she listens as he moves about. She can feel her body weeping….her thighs glisten with her excitement, with her pain, with her pleasure. She feels his weight on the bed again. And he kneels in front of her. His magnificent cock now mere inches from her mouth. He holds her chin, tilting her head back to look up to him. He looks into her heavenly blue eyes, holding her there. He then leans down, kissing her forehead tenderly as he says, “This will be your punishment. Because you had to see… I’m taking that away from you.” In his hand is a blindfold. Carefully, he slides it over her head, covering her eyes. He hates doing this because it’s when he looks into her eyes that he knows he is where he belongs. She must learn her lesson. “Do you understand, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” she sighs heavily. Although she loves when he takes away her senses, being blindfolded is her least favorite. She loves watching him, looking at him, witnessing every move he makes. Hanging her head, seeing nothing but darkness, she tries to prepare herself for what’s to come.

He lifts her head once again. “Open your mouth.” As she does, he slides his cock into her mouth. She so warm, and knows exactly how to suck his cock. Long, deep, penetrating strokes. He holds her hair back, pulling it just a little, as he moves in and out of her mouth. She tightens her lips and rolls her tongue around him as he moves. He oozes excitement, she loves how he tastes. Pushing deeper, he feels her gag. Knowing she can take it all, he pushes her further. With his other hand on her throat, he can feel his cock finding the depths of her mouth. The moment he sees tears slipping from the blindfold, he stops. Pulling his cock from her, he leans down and kisses her mouth….hard…. her lips full and swollen. He bites her lower lip gently, then lets go of her hair. Her head drops, and her breathing is deep. As he moves off the bed again, he tells her to lay on her back and be still.

She does as she is instructed. She can feel the wetness under the blindfold, knowing how much he loves to gag her with his cock…. she gets even more excited. When he is pleased with her, she is content and happy.

She listens again. Wondering what he has in store for her. She can hear him at each corner of the bed. He’s tying ropes to the steel rings. Her body begins to react. She starts to squirm, but quickly stops herself. The coolness of the satin sheets on her bare ass reminds her of what happens when she does something that permission isn’t given for.

He reaches for her left hand, wrapping the rope around her wrist. Then does the same to the right side. He pulls the ropes, just tight enough that she can move slightly, but no more. He secures the knots, “Does this hurt, baby girl?” He always makes sure that she is safe and the pain she feels is never more than she can handle. “No, sir. It doesn’t hurt.”

She feels his weight on the bed again. He’s between her legs now. He spreads them wide. She is fully open to him, feeling his shaft teasing her, throbbing against her as he leans over her. He lifts her head carefully, and she feels the worn leather of his belt around her neck again. Sliding the end through the buckle and making sure it’s tight, he kisses her swollen mouth again. He moves the belt, to insure that the buckle is far to the side. Any marks left behind must be able to be hidden. He lets the length of the belt fall between her superb tits. The dark brown of the worn leather seems to glisten against her sun-kissed skin. Kneeling between her legs, he leans back and just takes a moment to admire her incredible body. Her breath is ragged, but her chest rises and falls softly. Her nipples, so hard. Her skin is soft, glistening with tiny beads of sweat….these surfacing from the pain and the pleasure she feels…. and of course from the thoughts racing through her beautiful mind. He is aching to be buried deep inside her. Painfully so….but he has so many pleasures to give her before he can allow himself reach his own threshold.