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Hotel Bondage Session

... door. “I hope you listened when I told you to bring a change of clothes. Otherwise, it’s going to be a long, cold ride home.” He grabbed her tank top and cut it up the middle with a pair of scissors, then cut her bra between the cups. She whimpered as he cut the bra. “Was that one of your favorites?” She nodded her head. “Good.” He dragged the tips of the scissors lightly down her chest, between her breasts, down her flat stomach, to the top of her shorts. She shivered as he traced his path back up the way he came. He wondered if it was because she was worried he was going to cut her, or if the metal was cold. Or was she getting turned on. One way to find out. He pulled her shorts out from her waist and cut the waistband, straight down through the crotch. He cut them completely off, leaving her thong in place, for now. He stepped back and took in her body. Her breasts were perky and round, her nipples were beginning to get hard, little pink erasers standing out from pink quarters. His eyes made it back up to her face. He could see a dawning fear in her eyes. “Don’t worry dear. I’m not going to hurt you.” He went back up to her torso and cut the straps on her tank top and bra, and let them fall to her feet. She was standing in her thong, arms tied above her head, mouth gagged. He moved back in and ran his finger over her pussy through her thong. It was starting to get soaked from the pussy juices coming out of her love hole. She was beginning to drool a bit around the gag. He ...

... wiped a bit from her lower lip and rubbed it on her left nipple. She moaned a little and he repeated this on her right nipple. He trailed his hand down her stomach and down her thighs, avoiding her pussy. Then, he went back over to the bed and picked up the apple shaped leather crop, the paddle and a silver bullet vibrator. He held them up to her. “Which do you want first?” She nodded toward the vibrator. “Oh, you think you’ve earned that already?” She nodded her head. “Hmmm. I don’t think so,” he said as he took the apple crop. He started rubbing it on her naked stomach, gently getting closer to her breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying the leather against her skin. Then, he smacked her left nipple with the crop. She jumped and let out a little cry. He went back to sliding the leather across her skin, and then smacked the right nipple. She started to squirm a little. He kept sliding the crop across her skin, caressing the underside of her breasts, and then smacked both breasts three more times. The skin around her nipples began turning red with the strikes. He reached out and turned her around. He used the crop on her ass cheeks, turning them red as well. Then he picked up the paddle and brightened the red on her cheeks, giving her 10 swats on each side. She squirmed, but never cried out during the spanking. He turned her back around. A couple of tears were making tracks down her cheeks. “Did that hurt?” She nodded. “But did it feel good?” She smiled around the gag. “Let’s ...