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Mine by loyalsock
Date: 10/15/2015, Categories: BDSM Fetish, Hardcore Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... worked her now, shorter falls and stiffer leather they stung more. A cutting sting that seemed to lay her soul open to the world. Sting and thud merged, pain and pleasure became one. Strike after strike and reality was only the pain, that pain that set her free to breathe again. Her body shook in the wind and rain. She was part of the weather, the rain, the world. She had left her body, she was sure she drifted in the air. Pain and pleasure in fast repetition. She was freed from her mortal bonds and became so much more. She flew for him . . . she flew because of him. That was when the sound of a sizzle came to her ears and the smell of burning. Seconds that seemed years later the pain hit her and brought her back to her body. The searing burning of hot iron against her bare ass and she screamed out. The pain was so intense, so powerful, so erotic. In agony she came, her orgasm so powerful that the pain became a thought and no more. She cried out and collapsed, her bonds holding her up. She felt his hands release her and lower her into the cold water on the ...
... rooftop. The blessed cold water feeling so good, so soothing on her ass. The rain feeling so good. She shivered with cold but couldn't get enough cold. She cried and laughed and shook as another aftershock went through her. He was stroking her hair, whispering how well she did, how much he loved her. She cried because she had pleased him so much. She cried in relief, in pride, and just because she could cry. She laughed because nothing made sense and everything was just right. His touch was like magic again. His voice like pure love. Tiffany finally opened her eyes and found herself without a blindfold. She gently reached down and touched the angry burnt flesh on her ass, his symbol carved into her flesh. She looked up at him and he was smiling. She grinned as tears dripped down her face. Leaning close to her he whispered one word into her ear and she was whole, complete. Everything was okay. She cried and held him close as he stroked her hair in the rain. One word spoken by him meant so much. So much to her, to her whole world. Just one word. "Mine."