1. Lacey Gets It Hard, part 1


    Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: True Story, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    It was going to hurt, I had no delusions over that. Pain is pain and whether it is inflicted as part of corporal punishment or as part of a kinky sexual game, it hurts just the same. The glory of it is how it calms me and lifts away my stress. It also arouses me like nothing else can. It intensifies the pleasure I receive along the way and leaves me with a sense of euphoria I can barely explain. Those thoughts made my belly flutter with need. My nipples hardened into dark buds as my pussy became soaked with my desire. I longed to rub my clit and steal an orgasm before the game began, but my Master has given me a standing command forbidding me this pleasure as my time approaches. Once I was clean and dry, I applied a touch of makeup. Not much, just enough to make me feel sexy. I added mascara to highlight my already expressive eyes. This is something he loves, especially when my tears cause it to run down my cheeks in thick, black streaks. My final pampering competed, I could only wrap my petite frame in my robe and await his arrival. During such times, my discipline falters. On this night, I contemplated meeting him at our door, perhaps on my knees, to welcome him home. He no doubt would have seen such independent thinking as a challenge, but I might have done it anyway save for the text he chose to send me. "I'll be home in five, baby-girl. I want to find you naked and face-down on the bed, with a gag in your mouth and a pillow under your ass." "Oh, my God!" I excitedly ...
    squeaked and my heart leapt into my throat as I sprinted to our room. Quickly, I hung up my robe, and then retrieved my ball gag from our toy drawer. I wetted my lips as I studied the purple rubberized ball and its leather straps. The very fact I was to wear it meant he expected me to scream. My hands trembled as I took it into my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head. Once it was settled as comfortably as possible between my teeth, I placed a thick pillow under my hips and laid face down on the bed, waiting for him to find me. Just as my allotted time expired, I heard him enter our home. Through the open bedroom door, I could hear him moving about the small space of our apartment. This went on for several minutes, but all the while, the sounds remained muffled. He was testing my patience by making me wait. As difficult as it was, I remained still. Had I made the mistake of going to him or calling out, I knew he would only add disobedience to my list of punishments. After a time, I felt him enter the room. Passively as I could, I watched as he stood in the doorway, gazing down upon me. I didn't try to speak and I'm sure the only movement he could detect was the deep and repeated rise and fall of my breath. I often wonder how he feels when he sees me like this. My small body, nude and vulnerable, waiting nervously for him to do to me those things I've begged him to do? Was he truly trying to unnerve me? Or was he simply enjoying the erotic sight of my submission? "Damn, ...
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