100 Centimetres - Experience 20 - Sex Stories

100 Centimetres - Experience 20

... before increasing in intensity. Master if you only knew how much I loved when you spanked me, I thought before my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp sting. Then another on the back of my thigh. I unsuccessfully tried to see what it was, what could cause this sensation. After the next blow, I realised what it was. Something you hadn't used on my before, a rattan cane. And how it announced it's presence.

A smack with the paddle here, a swat with the cane there. Repeatedly, incessant, endlessness. Pain, this torturous aching for you to keep going. Never knowing where you would strike next. It was exhilarating really. To relinquish all control, my Master in command. Just the way nature had intended. Hot, cold, pinch, tearing of sticky tape, flicks from the rubber bands, strokes with the cane, spankings, rubbing from my rope binds. An overload of stimulation to my pain centres.

Just when I couldn't take it any longer, you place a vibrating wand on my clit. I wish I could say that it didn't have much effect seeing as you had barely touched my cunt thus whole time but that would be an outright lie. The second the vibrating silicone touched the exposed clit, I thought my body would explode. Every single nerve cell was urging me to fall over the cliff edge before landing on a cloud that soared me into the highest of highs in the sky.

You remove the clamp from my tongue, sending a charge of blood back into my tongue. I try and retract it back into my mouth. To say ...

... it felt strange is the understatement of the century. The dribble has run down my face and made its way to my breasts at this point. And then you remove the headphones, sound floods my ears, an influx of noises I couldn't hear before. My heavy breathing, the metallic sound of the anchor point on the ceiling.

And lastly, you return my sight, sliding the silk blindfold over my head, my eyes squinting, adjusting to the light in the room. I glimpse sight of my owner, your dark hair all tussled, your face in full command. How did I get so lucky? You moved your lips to my ear, breathing your instructions. That you only returned my senses so I could serve you. I'm going to count to 20 and you are going to cum my little slut were your orders. Yes Master I eagerly reply, somewhat indiscernibly with a somewhat numb tongue but my body desperate to go over the edge.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11 are all said in deathly quick succession. Your face once again displaying that teasing look. You take the vibrating wand back on to my clit, pinching my left nipple, twisting it tightly. My head tilts back, whimpering with the pleasure coursing through my body, the vibration on my clit, stirring up the deep desire to climb high before crashing down.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6 are said at a much slower rate, my impending orgasm amassing in its entirety.

5, 4, 3, 2 I have to remember to breath slower like you have taught me so I don't cum without your permission. It's a struggle but the ...