Surrender

The silky touch of flesh against the rough texture of leather
The exotic smells of sex mingled with fresh candles
The pale ass unmarked so different
Than the well marked ass
A cane with a wicked whish falls across porcelain skin
The cries of pain, anguish, despair
Actually in reality are cries of pleasure, need, and desire
No No she cries when her body says YES! YES!
Writhing against binds that hold her
The muscles strain against the ties
Pulling against them as the cane continues to mark her fine flesh
Straining for release
But afraid to release
The Man’s firm touch demanding nothing yet everything
Whish, whish, whish
Nice stripes across the virgin ass
Lovely welts of color across the thighs
Well placed marks
The girl dazed as the moisture drips from her cunt
Unable to stop the bodies response to this brutality
Her mind fighting it over and over
Her body relishing it like a wonderful spa treatment
The cane fights as the girl fights
Whish Whish Whish again
Each mark landing in that one particular spot untouched
The feelings building inside
Hotter, oh god so hot
Panting through the pain yet the immense heat exploding within
Twisting, pulling, yanking on the binds
Feeling the pressure growing moving to the edge
Eyes closing as the well placed marks continue to thrash her flesh
The cane moving to another spot
The rigid nipples, then the dripping cunt
Sliding the cane back and forth
Back and forth against that swollen clit
Finally submitting to the fires that burst free all at once
Screaming out as the desire bursts free
FREEDOM
Body jerking with intensity of the orgasm
Body on fire from the stripes of the vicious cane
Crying out as spasm after spasm soars through her aching body
Tears fall from the overwhelming emotions that rage within her head
His hands smoothing the tears away as He cuts her down
Carrying her to the bed
Cradling her through the turmoil
Always there for questions
He is there for her fears
And most of all there to heal any wounds
Thank You Master for freeing me
Thank You Master for showing me just how sexual I am
Thank You Master for all that You teach me
His hands begin to explore her striped flesh
Pinching the stripes until she is once more putty in His artful hands
Crying out for more
Begging and pleading to pleasure Him
His whisper reaches her ears
My pleasure love is seeing you let go
Seeing you surrender your all to Me
Show me
Let it go
Give Me it all

And of course she did over time and then time and time again

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