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How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger 2

Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Bringtherapture, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

experiences. Mike kept suggesting things and introducing toys that he had bought, most of which placed me in a more subservient role. Blindfolds, gags, restraints, nipple clamps, anal plugs ¬– all appeared in the bedroom and were used on me. As I enjoyed giving him that power, I began to explore BDSM materials on the internet that excited me. It turned me on that Mike was becoming more dominant, maybe because I knew the soft side existed and felt safe, even the night that he first beat me with a riding crop. Strangely, that evening's beginning briefly altered our developing sub-dom roles. We had plans to have drinks with friends. When he picked me up around seven, he talked about how tired and achy he was from playing racketball for the first time in months. We enjoyed a light dinner with our friends at a place on the harbor, but drank more than usual. When we returned to his place, he went right to bed, while I watched a TV program that was a regular for me. When I came into the bedroom, he was face down. His passive image excited me, so I got some massage oil, sat on his butt and began to knead his shoulders. Working rhythmically over and under the muscles, pulling down along the spine, pressing my palm's heel in small circles, all of which elicited grunts of drowsy approval as I finished with his back. But I seemed to really get his attention when he felt the drizzle of oil on his butt and I began to grab and release those globes, mixing in some scratches and slaps. ... Running an oily finger up and down his crack, I could feel our roles begin to switch as I kidded: "Why's your asshole twitching, Babe? You want my finger inside?" "Would you?" he asked in an excited, but anxious tone. "Well, I don't know," I teased, "What happen to the 'Iron Mike' who has been lording over me, now it seems like you're begging!?" I felt my tone changing as the pleasure of power introduced itself. "Fuck you, just do it, it's feeling so good!" "I'm not sure you can really take more that this," I taunted, as I continued to trail my finger. "I don't think that you really want THIS!" He jumped as I stabbed him with the tip of a fingernail. "Hell, just clip them and do it, already!" "I can give up a nail or two," I thought to myself, "It'll be fun." I walked to the bathroom where I recalled seeing some nail clippers. They weren't in the drawer that I remembered, so I was opening more, when my jaw dropped. At the bottom of one were two elegant, but discrete packages, the picture on one of which had caught my eye when we were in a sex shop together. Evidently Mike had seen it as well, because here it was. I sauntered back into the room, carrying them stacked on my extended palms like gifts and said, trying for a attitude between meek and demanding: "My diminished master, exactly what are these?" Glancing my way, Mike blanched, then blushed, since he clearly did not intend to introduce them to our play so soon. "Shit, on second thought, just keep your mouth shut and be ...