A Flame in the Night Ch. 08bydawei©
THE FLAME--ACT 2 OF 3
In the brief interlude, as I'm getting additional supplies to will my dominance over you, you are lying down on a bed--bound and subdued--and waiting to be disciplined for your wrongdoings. But even now, as you're blindfolded and naked, you deliberate in your own darkness while thinking about this evening. Moreover, you reflect upon the prior things and events, which lead to this predicament, especially including: the men whom, earlier, you inappropriately and inordinately danced with; the fragrant candle, now burning pleasantly at your side; and the leather bindings fastened to your wrists, constraining your arm movements.
Meanwhile, as it happens, you're also envisioning what you must look like, in the light, with your arms set above your head and your elbows opened wide. Your private parts are highlighted and entirely vulnerable to my hankering appetite. With that, oddly you ponder if your skin is glistening from all the kisses you've received to your breasts and further wonder, anxiously, if I can see how your slit has become wet and so heavily saturated that you fear the water will dribble away from your crease. And as you sense the excitement growing in your crotch, apologetically, you're concerned with how well you're performing for me. You remember the strict instructions that I dictated to you, and now you're scrutinizing to see whether you've been keeping yourself still and motionless adequately enough for me to adore you.
Consequently then, hoping to atone for your lewd, suggestive acts and inconsiderate misconduct, you solemnly renew your vow to let me control your fate. In addition, included in that pledge, you promise to remain still and quiet--no matter what! After all, you've convinced yourself that whatever punishment you receive from your master, it'll happen because you truly deserve it.
Nonetheless, in spite of your resolve, it's unnerving when once again you experience me reaching to touch you. I place my hands on your hips and slowly glide them down your thighs. I continue sliding my hands on your skin until finally I reach the ends of your shins. Then, as I hold down your right leg, I place a leathery style shackle onto your ankle, similar to the kind that's now also binding your wrist. And then I tighten it. Next, seconds after, I affix another matching band to your left ankle, as well.
You try to visualize my next move as you wait, predicting I'm about to plow my cock into your cunt. Your heart patters nervously as you lie outstretched on the bed, fully aroused. But then, instead of my cock plowing you, you're caught off guard, because without warning I'm now making out with your neck!
"Oh, so nice!" you're thinking to yourself about how those tantalizing touches feel on your landscape. You inhale a bigger breath as it tickles when I proceed to make long, snaking lines with my tongue. I start at the collar and ascend upwards along the side of your tender neck. When I reach the underside of your chin, I turn to the other side and repeat the licking and tonguing to your surface. And indeed you're delighted with the soppy grazes you're receiving, yet you're also a bit perplexed that I haven't clasped your feet together.
Alternatively, I continue to smooch all around your neck and move onwards to taste your earlobes. You hear my heavy breathing and feel the brushes of my tongue on your shell, as I massage and grope your breasts with my hands.
Thoroughly, the obscure sounds and unseen touches have provoked you. And the relentless teasing is sending you into a frenzy, making you want to grab my balls and heave me into your wet cum-hole. If only you could do that--but you can't. Rather, you begin to doubt yourself and question how much of this tormenting foreplay you can endure.
In the meantime, I continue to taste your earlobe and soothe your breasts with the palms of my hands. Then, when it seems that I have finished, I whisper into your ear, "I want to eat all of you!"
The added whisper makes you drip with bloated fantasy and expectation. Subsequently, I give you a deep lingering kiss, and you take me in wholly while your mind simmers in high living. You want to return the kiss proactively and with more endearing passion, but at this instance, you're totally overwhelmed. Currently, breathing is difficult, as your lungs seem to be competing with a host of feelings that are brimming to capacity.
However, I withdraw my embrace for a time, but then to you, this interruption is interpreted as more silence and more suspense. You're deeply lost in the darkness and trying to recover from the emotional ecstasy. Hence, accidentally and mistakenly you call out to me, and say, "More. Kiss me more."
I lean in and slap my dong across your face and rub it over your nose. "Shh," I tell you. "You know better than that!" Then I censor you and remind you of your womanly role to surrender to me.
Obediently, you sniff my masculine scent and open your mouth to receive me. I lower my cock into your kisser, giving you a taste of me and letting you know I'm hard and capable of fucking you at the flick of my wrist. But after you get a "bite" of my pungent sausage, I withdraw my tangy stalk from your lips and step back to give you another kiss. Pleased by your servility, I say to you, "Good girl."
You blush in satisfaction with my compliment. Though at this point, being visionless, you're not sure what to do next. You niche a hole in your mouth for me to thread my cock through your lips, again, but when I don't give you anymore dick, you think it best to let me lead and not say another word.
So, you close your mouth and decide to refocus on your oath to be well-behaved and yielding. And you sort through your convictions hoping to regain a handle of what it means to be a collared and submissive servant. However, regardless of these good intentions, when you realize that I'm now at your ankles, a temporary fearfulness surrounds you, and anxiously you start shaking again.
You encounter me pulling your legs apart until they look like a V. Then, startlingly, you hear something clasping to your ankle bindings, and suddenly you notice I've just locked you in! And from this position, a new breeze of air eddies between your thighs as the passage has been made clear and free of obstruction. Your ankles are cuffed and affixed with a steel bar lodged firmly between your feet, forcing your legs to remain spread out and gaping.
Your pussy is in a frantic, jittering uncontrollably with anticipation. Nervous and panicky, you want to breathe, but your belly is shrinking with tension and reacting as if it were a twisted rubber-band. Breathing seems unnatural. Nevertheless, you make an effort to try squeezing your snatch shut. But it's pointless, it's opened and exposed.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" you burst into a trill of erotic phrases as I plunge my face between your lower limbs.
I see you quaking like a wet puppy, but I warn you again, "Your pussy is mine and nobody else's!"
My tongue meets your lower lips, and I make circling passes outlining your narrowly slitted gap. A little to the left, some more to the right, my tongue fanatically probes all around your perforation. My tip glides about your sensitive tissues and then heading straight to the middle, I eat away at your beautiful little bump. I see you wanting to jerk, but your legs can't move. To close them, or even to move them, would be a relief from the pleasure. But you can't! You're stuck having to enjoy it.
Instead you curl your toes and extend out your fingers. Then you squeal out carelessly, "No... Please... Don't!"
But I don't stop. I continue to eat and eat and eat. I'm all into you. Though for you, there's nothing to be seen. With your eyes covered, you can only imagine the naughty and perverted things I'm doing.
I wrap my arms beneath your hips, preparing to set myself to delve in further. My mouth covers your area and you discern my spongy scooper, burrowing, working into you deep, and thoroughly cleaning your cunt. It teases, it tickles, and it simply feels wonderful. With me sucking and gnawing away at your entrance, you come to find out the end is nearing; you have nothing more to hold back. Your balance is gone and you have to come.
Soon, in total darkness, with the sweet aromas in the draft and erotic touches in your fold, your senses build and unite together. A potent force is gathered causing a wave of enthusiasm to rise and clatter, inundating your interior with a mellow, tangy bliss. You detect your pussy being devoured and consumed to the point of no return, and your battle of respect has become lost.
I take my spoils of war from you with my pillaging feeler. I hear the wondrous, high-pitched moaning sounds of your turmoil as you shake and rattle your extremities and try to get free of my traps. I know that you're coming. But I keep eating, round-the-clock, round-the-world, up, down, back and forth, and all inside your wrinkle. I'm lovesick and turned on for this. It's a prized chance to be close to you, in the moment. And I want to get every drop of it, hoping your fling is unending and never ceases.
However, it starts to get too intense for you since your legs are squeezing in on my face, and your butt is pulsating and trying to circle around toward my direction. But there's no stopping your dainty cream from entering my mouth, so I just ignore it. Instead, I whip my tongue over and over your pussy as I continue to loot her resources and snatch up my nicely earned bounty. And when you hear all the lapping sounds, as I guzzle at your inlet, it's good for another spree of tingles and makes you mist abundantly, yet again.
It keeps flowing as your torso crunches in gladness, but after awhile the delicacy wanes and there is less and less for me to drink. I finally let your tensions ease while I slow down my licking pace. But your lady cum has now made me very, very horny!
With the front of my hand, I lay on a few slaps to your pussy, and then I climb on top of you! I plunge my hard dipping-stick into your snatch, and it's unbelievably silky slick inside there. My dick feels at home, as if it's now placed right where it oughta be. Hence, my excited cock howls with joy and orders me to whomp that pussy. So I fuck it! I pound your slippery slot! I can't hold myself back, and I can't go any slower. I'm stuck in sprinting speed, and all I care to do is jam my meat into that little pink kitty. And you have to indulge me and let me play in your lair because you're fanned out, sprawled open, and girdled down to the bedding.
Then over and over, I poke, punch, and plunge my end into your split and shag you like my member was meant to be a jackhammer. But after being so foolish, brazenly grinding my knob into your pussy with such an irrational pacing, I know that I'll soon be in trouble. And sure enough, I'm overpowered and outmatched: your oval entryway is like a prickly infernal pit; it's a hot, fiery trap designed to ensnare my affection and enslave my cock with all kinds of sensual pleasure. Indeed, with all that bitter friction I'm feeling on my erection, I know this won't last forever, especially when I'm continuously touching your body, holding your arms down, and repeatedly shoving my hips into your middle.
Plus, you still have that look--like you just came--from minutes before, when I had been licking your mound. And I see it in your face and sense it in your body. You've still got that submissive girly look, that splendid suggestive aura a woman has when she's just gone through a fraying orgasm. So, I keep thinking about that and watching your radiance, and it makes me even hornier.
And as we grind, you extend your face upwardly, blindly seeking to kiss me. And although I can still taste your cum in my mouth, I return my admiration and kiss you, as you request. We share your otherly saliva on our lips and I think about your delicious sensuality, even more. My mind celebrates how you're still restrained and can't get away from my horny riser, and with all those favorable thoughts floating around in my head, your hot box continues to press and squeeze down on me. Furthermore, we enjoy our lovemaking as my big boner warms over and is flipping around in excitement. I've now struck base and run aground to that super sensation within the depths of your scoop, and with that, I turn fatally enamored with your body, and your everything. So I'm doomed to terminate. No longer can I handle the reddening, lovey-dovey stimulation in my tip, as your slick sex tube is much too wet for me. Forcibly, then, my balls are gonna make a spilling!
Therefore, my defeated body vibrates and trembles under your internal pressure, and I respond to it accordingly by shouting lewd and vulgar profanities, "Fucking hot pussy! Fuck, yes! Give me your fucking sweet cunt!"
And by now, you're too sexy--and too easy. So I come! I come right inside you. I'm overly delighted and aroused by seeing your arms lifted so invitingly and erotically above your head. Thus, my sacks continue to lactate and leak and spew out more semen, and you receive all the excitement of my sexual labor into your gentle caring cup. And after a while, gradually, it does come to a completion, but my tired, humbled hose, that's resting deeply inside you, is still floating and throbbing in pure elation.
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Moreover, now, after coming inside the warmth of your crevice, with your silhouette intermeshed within my own, everything is reset to right. Remarkably, the bridge between us is restored and forgiveness is abounding in the air and all around. Somehow, reparation has taken place and your punishment is completed. Therefore, I remove your blindfold and free you of your blindness. Then we take it easy now and absorb our compassionate feelings, as I respectfully return to kissing you, fondly and generously.
"Wow, that was really good," I reassure you.
"Thank you, sir. I'm pleased you like me." You bat your eyes and grin. "...I'll try to be better next time."
"I know you will, my puppet." I smile and lock eyes with you. "To me, you always seem better."
Then, with me still lying on top of you, I stroke gently at your arms and admire how sexy you look. Being at peace again, having received ample restitution for the prior infractions, we can proceed to make up and become reconciled.
I kiss you more and then unlock the shackles and release the binding from your arms and legs. Afterwards, quietly, I lie down at your side ready to fall asleep. But, the night is far from ended. The moon is still bustling, and the morning sun is on hold and waiting patiently for us. Or to speak clearly and plainly, this rest may not last long. You've been spurred with sex and you're not very sleepy yet!
--end of chapter eight--
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