State of Grace
The other day, Llama finally made the time to spend with me. We enjoyed a couple days of very intense scenes. The first couple, were strictly play and for pleasure. That was a lot of fun, and I am pretty sure more for her than me.
One such scene found the Llama in my new garage-made dungeon. I had her spend an hour to prepare herself beforehand. She came out into the living room to present herself to me as she had been instructed. She did a superb job. She stood before me wearing a black corset, garter belt and black thigh-highs, spike heels, her hair and make-up done to look like a whore. She was a vision to behold. She took her place on her knees next to me on the floor and waited. I put her collar on her, along with a leash. I then handed her the wrist and ankle cuffs, and had her put them on herself. After a few minutes, I took her by the leash and led her into the garage / dungeon I had prepared while she was getting ready. I had the windows covered over, a rack built on the floor and chains hanging from the ceiling in which to secure her.
I chose to leave her standing, and secured her wrists to the overhead chains. I then applied the spreader bar to her ankles. She was effectively immobile. I then began to work on her. Blindfold and ball gag, then opened the corset and applied the nipple clamps. In between all of it, I paused to take pictures of my lovely and my handiwork. I then turned the collar around, ran the leash done her back and between her legs and up the front, between her breasts and secured it through the collar again to a clip attached to the chain between the nipple clamps, nicely pulling her nipples up and out. She moaned in pleasure. All the while, I was touching, slapping, and pinching her all over. It was then time to get down to business. I started working on her with a small, rubberized cat-o-nines. All over I used it on her, breasts, arms, chest, stomach, legs, thighs, ass - everywhere I randomly struck her with just enough force to elicit groans of pleasure from around the ball gag. After a while, I switched to a paddle, and did the dame thing with it. Just enough force for pleasure, and light pain. She was moaning in pleasure and swaying against the restraints, which was not much since she was securely fastened.
I kept up the pace and the random strikes, then I placed clothes pins on her labia around the sides of the leash running between her legs. She groaned and shivered. I continued on with the paddling, all over her lovely body and with just the right amount of force. Her head started to go back, the moans increased and then she started to shake and tense up. She was in space, and loving it. I continued on for a few minutes, letting her fully enjoy being in sub-space. I let off on her, and began to remove her from the restraints. I held her for several minutes, letting her get her feet back under her. Then, after a few minutes, I slowly led her back inside the house and into the bedroom. I began to work on her in the bed, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor. Before she knew what hit her, she was right back in space. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth dropped open, and she moaned loudly with pleasure. After an hour or so, we both were spent and dreamily fell off to sleep.
The next day, we had a bit of an interlude - a nooner you might say. It was quite un-planned and spontaneous. She came into the bedroom to give me a back rub, since I had twisted something earlier. It started with a back rub, then an all over body massage, then she asked if she could take me in her mouth and pleasure me. Of course I allowed her to serve me, and she expertly worked me into a frenzy. She begged me to take her, she was feeling very, very horny. It sounded like a wonderful idea, and began to roll over and climb on top of her. She then made a request. "Master, please take me in my ass........ please!" she begged me. How could I refuse? Some lubricant and a condom and we were in business. Soon, I was plowing into her, the whole time, she was crying out, begging me to go harder, deeper and faster. She began to grunt, and the filthy words began to flow freeling from her mouth. She asked me to fuck her like the whore she was, take her, and use her for my pleasure. She begged me to hurt her. Soon, I was pounding her with all I had, pulling her hair and pulling on her breasts. About the time I was ready to cum, she let out one final moan of pleasure. It was over and we lay there, totally spent and satisfied. After a while, we got up and cleaned up, and went about the rest of the day.
The next night, it was time to get down to business. She had 2 punishments ahead of her, and I decided to combine them into one and get them out of the way. I ordered her into the bedroom, to strip down to her panties and to lay face down on the bad. Once she was ready, I secured her, spread eagle to the bed and asked if she had anything to say before her final rounds of punishments began. She was already crying, and said she was sorry for hurting me, letting me down, and sorry that this was necessary.
Her final punishments consisted of 100 lashes. 50 with the real, big-ass and serious cat-o-nines and the 2nd 50 with a cane. I told her to get ready and waited for her to relax just a bit. Then I began. I laid the 1st 50 on her in a slow, steady rhythm - and a fair amount of force. Certainly not as hard as I could. By the time the 1st 50 was done, she was crying, a steady stream of tears streaming down her face and onto the pillows. I gave her a couple minutes to get over the 1st half, then I set into the 2nd half. She was writhing 10 strokes in, and by the time the 50 were done, she was screaming and begging for me to stop. I undid her restraints, and pulled her to me, holding her close on the bed. I held her for a long time, stroking her hair, and kissing her forehead. I assured her I loved her, and that she was now forgiven for her mistakes. It would be the last time we talked about it, and as far as I was concerned - it was over. She was still crying, and told me she didn't know how to forgive herself. I told her she would have to find out a way to do so, because I didn't want to continue to dwell on this. After a few minutes more, she had her feet again under her and we set about to watching some TV and getting on with our evening alone.
By the next day, she confided in me that she was glad it was over, that she had forgiven herself, and she thanked me for allowing her the chance to prove herself to me. I assured her, the pleasure was mine, and I was very glad she wanted to continue to be in my service. Soon, we had moved past this incident all together and I have a feeling things will be much better in the future.
One such scene found the Llama in my new garage-made dungeon. I had her spend an hour to prepare herself beforehand. She came out into the living room to present herself to me as she had been instructed. She did a superb job. She stood before me wearing a black corset, garter belt and black thigh-highs, spike heels, her hair and make-up done to look like a whore. She was a vision to behold. She took her place on her knees next to me on the floor and waited. I put her collar on her, along with a leash. I then handed her the wrist and ankle cuffs, and had her put them on herself. After a few minutes, I took her by the leash and led her into the garage / dungeon I had prepared while she was getting ready. I had the windows covered over, a rack built on the floor and chains hanging from the ceiling in which to secure her.
I chose to leave her standing, and secured her wrists to the overhead chains. I then applied the spreader bar to her ankles. She was effectively immobile. I then began to work on her. Blindfold and ball gag, then opened the corset and applied the nipple clamps. In between all of it, I paused to take pictures of my lovely and my handiwork. I then turned the collar around, ran the leash done her back and between her legs and up the front, between her breasts and secured it through the collar again to a clip attached to the chain between the nipple clamps, nicely pulling her nipples up and out. She moaned in pleasure. All the while, I was touching, slapping, and pinching her all over. It was then time to get down to business. I started working on her with a small, rubberized cat-o-nines. All over I used it on her, breasts, arms, chest, stomach, legs, thighs, ass - everywhere I randomly struck her with just enough force to elicit groans of pleasure from around the ball gag. After a while, I switched to a paddle, and did the dame thing with it. Just enough force for pleasure, and light pain. She was moaning in pleasure and swaying against the restraints, which was not much since she was securely fastened.
I kept up the pace and the random strikes, then I placed clothes pins on her labia around the sides of the leash running between her legs. She groaned and shivered. I continued on with the paddling, all over her lovely body and with just the right amount of force. Her head started to go back, the moans increased and then she started to shake and tense up. She was in space, and loving it. I continued on for a few minutes, letting her fully enjoy being in sub-space. I let off on her, and began to remove her from the restraints. I held her for several minutes, letting her get her feet back under her. Then, after a few minutes, I slowly led her back inside the house and into the bedroom. I began to work on her in the bed, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor. Before she knew what hit her, she was right back in space. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth dropped open, and she moaned loudly with pleasure. After an hour or so, we both were spent and dreamily fell off to sleep.
The next day, we had a bit of an interlude - a nooner you might say. It was quite un-planned and spontaneous. She came into the bedroom to give me a back rub, since I had twisted something earlier. It started with a back rub, then an all over body massage, then she asked if she could take me in her mouth and pleasure me. Of course I allowed her to serve me, and she expertly worked me into a frenzy. She begged me to take her, she was feeling very, very horny. It sounded like a wonderful idea, and began to roll over and climb on top of her. She then made a request. "Master, please take me in my ass........ please!" she begged me. How could I refuse? Some lubricant and a condom and we were in business. Soon, I was plowing into her, the whole time, she was crying out, begging me to go harder, deeper and faster. She began to grunt, and the filthy words began to flow freeling from her mouth. She asked me to fuck her like the whore she was, take her, and use her for my pleasure. She begged me to hurt her. Soon, I was pounding her with all I had, pulling her hair and pulling on her breasts. About the time I was ready to cum, she let out one final moan of pleasure. It was over and we lay there, totally spent and satisfied. After a while, we got up and cleaned up, and went about the rest of the day.
The next night, it was time to get down to business. She had 2 punishments ahead of her, and I decided to combine them into one and get them out of the way. I ordered her into the bedroom, to strip down to her panties and to lay face down on the bad. Once she was ready, I secured her, spread eagle to the bed and asked if she had anything to say before her final rounds of punishments began. She was already crying, and said she was sorry for hurting me, letting me down, and sorry that this was necessary.
Her final punishments consisted of 100 lashes. 50 with the real, big-ass and serious cat-o-nines and the 2nd 50 with a cane. I told her to get ready and waited for her to relax just a bit. Then I began. I laid the 1st 50 on her in a slow, steady rhythm - and a fair amount of force. Certainly not as hard as I could. By the time the 1st 50 was done, she was crying, a steady stream of tears streaming down her face and onto the pillows. I gave her a couple minutes to get over the 1st half, then I set into the 2nd half. She was writhing 10 strokes in, and by the time the 50 were done, she was screaming and begging for me to stop. I undid her restraints, and pulled her to me, holding her close on the bed. I held her for a long time, stroking her hair, and kissing her forehead. I assured her I loved her, and that she was now forgiven for her mistakes. It would be the last time we talked about it, and as far as I was concerned - it was over. She was still crying, and told me she didn't know how to forgive herself. I told her she would have to find out a way to do so, because I didn't want to continue to dwell on this. After a few minutes more, she had her feet again under her and we set about to watching some TV and getting on with our evening alone.
By the next day, she confided in me that she was glad it was over, that she had forgiven herself, and she thanked me for allowing her the chance to prove herself to me. I assured her, the pleasure was mine, and I was very glad she wanted to continue to be in my service. Soon, we had moved past this incident all together and I have a feeling things will be much better in the future.
posted by cva-me at 3/13/2005 10:39:00 PM
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