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The aftercare music on the speakers in the dungeon wafts through to the playroom, mixing with His light snores that happen during the nap after He cums. My body is deliciously sore on every hole from being well used by Him. I smile as I can still feel the lashes from every implement He used on my shoulders. My back, my ass, my thighs and a few well-placed lashes on my pussy. He knows how to make my body sing. He knows how to make my brain soar into the height of liquid nothingness. He knows the sounds, the touch, the commands my body and brain crave... need...

He stirs softly in His light slumber, but its only to reach out and pull me closer, my head now resting on His chest. He can tell my brain is working too hard, especially after and impact scene and a thorough fucking. My runs His hands lazily down my back, lingering at certain spots that He knows He paid extra attention to during impact. I smile into His chest, my heart soaring as we continue to fly through the air together, slowly coming down from our high.

All too soon, our time together will be over. He will return to His life and me to mine. I will keep with me, though, our time and some well-placed marks... until next week when we will meet again.
1 year ago. April 10, 2023 at 12:59 AM

"And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain." Edmund Spenser - The Faerie Queene

This came to me today in the most unfashioned way and caused me to think back to a time. A time when I was trussed up, bound, secured to your rack. It had been a while since I had been there so every lash of your implements hurt. Oh did they hurt!! Each strike on my tender skin caused me to breathe in deeply as the sting burned its kiss across my skin. I wiggled only to hear your command of me to stay still. I know I should stay still for my movement could cause you to strike a part of me that should not be struck. Oh but each strike hurts...

"Breathe through the pain," I tell myself. I follow my inner voice down the path of that mantra as you continue your ravishing of my skin. A strike here, a swat there, a smack here, and another strike there... before I know it... The painful pleasure turns to sweet, sweet pleasuring pain... and I... I am swept away in that pleasurable pain.

My head lulls backwards and I feel your naked chest against the tender skin of my back. My cheeks are wet from my tears and your strong arms are around me, holding me up. "I've got you." You say softly.

"Thank you Sir." I whisper. "Thank you Sir."


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