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Hardcore BondageRobert unhooked my wrists, then sat comfortably on the couch and smoked a leisurely cigarette while I sat in front of him on the armchair with a towel under me and removed the rubber bands from my breasts. He had sent me into the bathroom to get the towel, and it was a good thing he had. I had never before gotten so much stimulation from touching myself, and my juices were flowing freely. When I finished, he told me to stand up and move to the center of the room. He reconnected my wrists behind my back and then reached into his case and held something up for me to see. “I assume you know what this is,” he said lightly. Did I ever! It was a butt plug, a big one; what it gave up in length it more than made up for in thickness. It was only about five inches long, but from the rounded end it grew to about two inches in diameter right before the narrow neck leading to the T-shaped base. That Robert would have a toy like that with him was absolutely no surprise. I had told him in one e-mail that I had a plug up my butt while reading his story and intended to keep it in me all night, and in another message I had asked him about dilators and anal fisting.You wanted intense, I said to myself, well, now you’ll have it! He reached into the case again and brought out a tube labeled AnalEse.”This is a water-soluble lubricant,” he told me, “especially made for this purpose. It also contains a very mild anesthetic. Now bend over and grab your ankles.” I did so, but slowly; that plug was quite a bit bigger than anything I’d used before, and I was a little worried about whether I could take it. Robert lubed both the plug and his middle finger, set the plug down, and very lightly touched his fingertip to my anal pucker. I looked around the room and wondered how that was possible. I had as much as told him this was one of my favorite fantasies, but I had put it out of my mind as soon as I knew we would be playing in a hotel. There were no ceiling hooks he could use, or anything else that I could see. I followed along as he took me by the arm and led me to the doorway between the living room and the bedroom. When we got there, I saw that he had used two door-stops to hold the door istanbul travesti in position halfway open. He unhooked my wrists, repositioned them in front of me with the palms together, and rehooked them. Then he stood me with my back to the door, facing into the living room, and told me to raise my arms up over my head. I did so, still mystified, and I heard two distinct clicks as he attached a pair of double-ended snap bolts to the link holding my wrists together. Each snap bolt had a length of rope attached, and he threw the ropes over the top of the door behind me.Then he walked around the door and I felt the ropes tighten, pulling my wrists up until my body was fairly taut. He wound one rope around the doorknob on the bedroom side and knotted it, then looped the other around the center hinge on the other edge of the door and knotted it also. ‘Brilliant!’ my rational mind whispered triumphantly. ‘What did I tell you about creativity?’ Robert came back around the door and looked over his handiwork, then said, “Bend your knees. Let your arms take your weight.” I did so, and the ropes stretched a bit, but I didn’t move downward very far at all. “Good,” he said approvingly. “You can stand up now. I wanted you to know that you can let yourself go without worrying about falling and hurting yourself.” I smiled inside at his phrasing, because I knew he intended to hurt me himself. Yet his demonstration of my safety was reassuring; once again he had given me every reason to trust him. “Thank you, Master, for letting me know that,” I told him. He smiled and said, “Just hang out there for a moment while I get some things.” This time I smiled outwardly at his play on words, and he chuckled as he walked back across the living room to his case on the floor. He returned carrying two unusual-looking clamps, and my eyes widened in recognition. He had sent me a message once in which he told me that the clamps he had described in a particular chapter of his story were real. Now he had proven his statement. He said, “You recognize these, don’t you?” “Yes, Master, You told me to read about them, and I did.” “Very good,” he told me. “Now you can learn about them for real.” He taksim travesti manipulated the shaft on one of them, and, just as he had described in his story, what appeared to be solid metal was really a series of disks held together magnetically. He removed several of the disks, then held the clamp out sideways and brought it to my right nipple. I saw the set-screw that could keep the clamp from fully closing, but it appeared to be all the way out, and I shivered at the thought of how that clamp was going to feel. He slowly allowed the clamp to close at the base of my nipple, watching me carefully to gauge my reaction.When I groaned and winced at the pain, he stopped the clamp and twisted the set-screw to hold it in that position. When he let go of the clamp, though, it swung down, pulled by gravity, again just as he had written, and it twisted my nipple a quarter-turn as it did so. I gasped again at this additional pain, but he merely repeated the procedure with the second clamp on my other nipple. This time the twist was in the opposite direction, but the result was the same. “How do you feel?” he asked me. I had to think about that for a moment. My nipples hurt, that was a given, but I felt wetter than ever and my clit was becoming more insistent about needing attention. “I think my body is confused,” I finally answered. “They hurt, but I’m really horny too.” He reached up and let one of the disks he had removed snap onto each of the clamps, and the added weight, though slight, was enough to make me groan again. “That’s confused, Master,” he corrected mildly. “Yes, Master, of course, I’m very sorry,” I babbled. He reached down with one hand and stroked up my pussy slit, and without thinking I thrust my pelvis forward so his finger bumped my stiff clit. “Aaahhhhh,” I moaned as the tingle in my groin intensified with the contact. “Naughty, naughty,” he chided, and snapped another weight onto each clamp.He alternated sliding his finger up my slit and over my clit with adding more weights to the clamps, and I alternately moaned and groaned as he did so. By the time he got all the weights attached I was writhing in frustration. My body really was confused, with istanbul travestileri the butt plug, the clamps, and my clit all sending conflicting messages, but I was so close to cumming I could taste it, and I was sure it would be an orgasm of monumental proportions if he would only let me go over the top. My last shreds of dignity went by the wayside, and I begged shamelessly for release. He stood there and let me run my mouth, and when I finally realized he wasn’t going to respond to my pleading I quieted myself and hung my head in submissive frustration. Then he said, very quietly, “You seem to have forgotten why you are here, so I will remind you. You are here for my pleasure, not yours, and you must learn to be less selfish. Turn around and face the door.” Oh oh, I thought, now what? I got the answer soon enough, when he swung his arm back and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, the tails of a cat heading for my ass. The heat from his earlier spanking had all but disappeared, but even though I somehow knew he wasn’t swinging full force, the sharp stings of the cat landing across my butt made me cry out briefly. “Do you have something to say?” he asked me, and I knew he was asking if I wanted to safe word out of this predicament. I hesitated, mulling it over, and decided not to, not yet. “No, Master,” I whispered. His reply was another swing of the cat, and this time I bit my lip and kept quiet.I made a special effort to relax; I knew his finger wouldn’t be any problem. He waited patiently until he felt the opening ease a bit, then thrust his finger into me abruptly. I gasped, but he held me steady with his other hand and I relaxed again as he worked his finger around inside me. I felt the familiar pleasant sensation of fullness, and I was disappointed when he pulled his finger out. But he immediately picked up the plug and placed it at the point of attack, so all I could do was try again to relax and accept it. He started a firm, steady pressure, and the plug slowly slid up my ass. I could feel myself stretching, but nothing came close to tearing and in just a few seconds it was firmly seated. My sphincter closed around its neck, and I knew the plug wouldn’t come out without being pulled. If I had felt full before, the fat plug produced a much more stronger sensation. I sighed softly, then straightened up at his direction. “I’m going to string you up by your wrists now,” Robert told me matter-of-factly. THE ENDGeri.www.bdsmfinder.com
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