Erotic Story: Rubber Bands and Globes
Warning: This post is not suitable for children!
“Don’t move.”
Of course I wasn’t going to move. The ropes were tight enough that I could relax and yet still not move. The hemp rope dug into my skin, the rich purple hue that only the Monk could make. layer upon layer of winding threads around my body held me close and kept me safe from moving. This was not the only reason for his tying me up.
“Now, we are going to play with those titties.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered.
My breasts were protruding from the ropes, raised and exposed for him. The large globes available for his torture. He reached down and pulled out the large postage rubber bands and began wrapping one around my left breast, the roundness getting tighter, my flesh turning shades of purple, my nipples standing erect. Pain began throbbing in my chest, my precious titty like a oversqueezed melon. He picked up another rubber band and proceeded to wrap my right breast. I watched him quietly, absorbing the sensation and pain coursing through me. It was beginning to be delicious.
But I knew he had other things in mind. When my breasts were good and bound, my body immobile, he reached up to the wall and pulled down a small crop with a flappy stingy end. Oh the torture will begin.
*snap* *snap* *snap*
I groaned and moaned as the sharp pain coursed under the throbbing ache of the rubber bands. My breasts were deep purple now and he continued to slap them, raising welts easier with the blood so close to the surface. He grinned.
“Only a little more my slut.”
He leaned in close, kissed my neck, nibbling a bit. God I need this man. Then I felt him reach down to my breasts and I knew what was coming. *sqeeeeze* OH god, overload of pain shot through me, my knees buckled and my eyes rolled into my head. Yes, yes let me go Master, let the pain envelop me.
He did and I floated off into the that pleasure place, where all things are good.
I'm luna, KnyghtMare's submissive since 2004. I'm a BBW with brown hair and blue eyes. I've been married, separated, almost divorced now; living with my Master.
Master placed his permanent collar on me January 27, 2006. I'm learning and growing into the perfect submissive for him. I'm changing my behaviors, my attitude and my thought processes to become a better person.
This is an adult blog. If you get offended to talk of sex, sexuality and BDSM, please turn back now.
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