More on a Kinky Night

23 Mar

Hands tied together, arms pulled above my head and fastened to the ‘over-the-door’ device He rigs in my doorway…

… i am wearing a crotch rope

and my feet are tied together.

My nipples are clamped, the chain between them feels heavy.

i lean into the door.  “Ass out,” He says and i tilt, pushing out, feeling the crotch rope rub between my ass cheeks, between my pussy lips, already wet…

He moves away to get ~ to get whatever He’s getting i don’t know what, but “Don’t go anywhere,” He says, and i can feel Him smile.

It is the flogger.  He starts with the flogger.  

Warming me up, the flogger, then His hand.  i cannot move, and the crotch rope is there, putting pressure on my most sensitive spots, making me whimper,

with pleasure and pain

as He switches to the rope, the thin stingy rope that makes me gasp, and if i move, the chain between the nipple clamps swings a little, 

and then it is something else, i don’t know what it is, it hurts but not too much, and then ~

i feel the caress of the cane, He lays it across my ass, marking where it will land, and i hold my breath ~

as it swishes through the air, that clean, clear cutting sound, right before it bites into my skin…

and i inhale sharply.

Yikes.

There are more, some softer, some harder, i lose track, and then He switches to the canes, there are three of them bundled together ~~

and i have lost if that is more intense or less intense, it hurts, it hurts ~ ah, mmmmpf, yikes, the nipple clamps, the crotch rope are forgotten and then He says ~

~referring to a conversation i barely remember ~

He says, “I don’t have a paddle, but i do have this wooden spoon.”

And i feel it, the hard, round smoothness, as He caresses my ass, the back of my thighs, with it.

He puts one hand on my left nipple, which shifts my attention to the nipple clamps and i whimper cause i know it’s going to be bad, when it’s really bad, He touches my nipple at the same time, which turns me on and warns me and then ~

omg, omg, omg ~ the spoon lands, and the sensation ripples out and i gasp.  His hand on my nipple tightens, and the rush of pleasure and pain is almost overwhelming.  

Again ~ He does it again, i don’t know how many times, squeezing my nipple each time, and i can’t move at all, my hands press against the door, my feet tied together, i cannot escape the blows or the pressure of the rope between my swollen pussy lips, or the clamps tugging on my already sensitive, hard nipples…

And i realize, yes, i am happy.  Right now, this is exactly where i want to be.

18 Responses to “More on a Kinky Night”

  1. sin March 23, 2012 at 6:29 am #

    happiness is a funny thing sometimes isn’t it?

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:24 am #

      Dear Sin,

      No doubt! lol…

      aisha

  2. greengirl March 23, 2012 at 7:12 am #

    Very appealing – the situation of course – but your writing really.

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:24 am #

      Thanks, Gg!

      aisha

  3. faithful March 23, 2012 at 7:16 am #

    Looks like you and Sir have your D/s grove back!

    ~faithful

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:26 am #

      Hi, Faithful,

      Sir and I are the best combo since milk and cookies. We’re coffee and cream, salt and pepper, chips and dip… i could go on, but i don’t think i need to.

      hugs,

      aisha

  4. Mick March 23, 2012 at 7:23 am #

    excellent work by both of you.

    Mick

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:27 am #

      Thank you, Mick! Sir says thank you too, or would if He were reading this.

      aisha

  5. vanillamom March 23, 2012 at 7:52 am #

    *freaking hawt*

    absolutely left me breathless, and turned on, too. What a predicament!! And gods I hate the wooden spoon…that left ovoid marks on my butt for over two weeks…

    Thank you for sharing your pain, the gasps of pleasure in there for spice…hella way to start a Friday morning 🙂

    hugs,

    nilla

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:28 am #

      Thanks, ‘Nilla, glad you liked it! Spoons are particularly painful, aren’t they? In their own special way, of course.

      smiling, with hugs,

      aisha

  6. vanillamom March 23, 2012 at 7:54 am #

    @ faithful…*giggle*….There’s a D/s grove? Coz there are some things I need to “pick” up…giggling…

    just teasing you…that was a funnah typo!!! Tickled my funny bone, picturing a Tree with whips, ‘n nipple clamps, and corsets, etc…

    nilla

    • faithful March 23, 2012 at 12:25 pm #

      @nilla.. thanks for catching it.

      grove? groove? … hey whatever works!

      🙂

      ~faithful

  7. Striving for Peace March 23, 2012 at 7:58 am #

    this was sweet
    and ouchie
    and hot

    all at once

    you two are a good fit

    sfp

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:30 am #

      Thank you, Sfp…

      and yes, like bourbon and coke, surf and turf, wine and cheese…

      grinning,

      aisha

  8. mouse March 23, 2012 at 5:58 pm #

    Wow…made mouse weak in the knees….

    Wonderful!!!!

    A bit jealous too…

    But so very very happy for you!

    Hugs,
    mouse

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:31 am #

      Thanks, Mouse, i’m glad you liked it. i can understand that touch of jealousy – i’ve read you and felt the same way before!

      Thanks for sharing the happy…

      hugs,

      aisha

  9. nancy March 23, 2012 at 7:48 pm #

    Isn’t it the best when things all line up and you find yourself in this delicious place.. full of pain and pleasure.
    Very hot reading too.. thank you for sharing!

    • aisha March 24, 2012 at 11:32 am #

      @Nancy,

      Yes. It is just lovely.

      i’m glad you liked it!!

      hugs,

      aisha

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