- BDSM
- B is for Bondage
- Page 2
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Click hereJust I was about to sob with lust and frustration George initiated his next move. He grabbed a nipple and squeezed it really hard then keeping the pressure up twisted viciously. Normally, had he done this I would have felt agony, pure simple agony and I would have screamed with the searing pain. Tonight I welcomed it, it was a useful distraction from the overpowering feelings being delivered to my brain by my tortured muff. When he let go of my nipple a big fat tear of disappointment rolled down one cheek. When he grabbed the other nipple I was grateful for the diversion returning.
George changed everything. Now I was his willing anal pain slut and I knew that I'd do anything to keep him. Only he could confuse me as to what was agony and what ecstasy and I knew I need that now. Once savoured it was a confusion that I wanted to gorge upon over and over again.
- COMMENTS
FA_JFover 10 years agoYou make us feel like your bestie, curled feet up on the couch with you listening to you spill your deepest secrets over a cuppa. Oh, what juicy secrets they are. What other letters of the alphabet have you for us?
mel_pomeneover 10 years agoIt isn't at all difficult to find BDSM stories filled with just the whips, chains and weals you mention in your introduction; what is unusual, and most welcome, is a story such as this one - and you have written it so very well.
Thank you so much, gretchen, for this and I hope you will consider writing more in this gentler vein of realistic Dominance and submission. Five stars.
