Marianne really tries to be obedient; it’s just so difficult when Justin keeps pushing her boundaries.
To him it’s simply” “becoming more daring”, to Marianne an ever present frisson of danger and transgression. She’s proved an eager apprentice, accommodating an inventive array of spanking positions and implements of correction. Marianne knows her man’s favourites, strives to please by dressing up and acting out. Loves the way he’s always surprising and exciting her with his wicked imagination.
They’ve drawn up a punishment bucket list and painstakingly – in every sense – worked through it until there are only two left to try. She’s never previously been restrained and, well, you’ll see…
Faced with the final challenge Marianne is uncharacteristically hesitant when they enter their attic playroom.
“If you choose to be difficult,” warns Justin, “I’ll be stricter.”
“I’m nervous,” whispers Marianne.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do,” she answers sincerely toys, “I crave the ritual and ultimate release and you’ve never inflicted more pain than takes to get where I need to go.”
“Then what?”
“I’m not sure how I’ll react, how much I can take. I may have already reached my limit. I don’t want to disappoint.”
“You alone should choose,” says Justin göztepe escort quietly. “Being sexually submissive doesn’t require you to be subordinate.”
Today he wears the tight leather trousers that always turn her on; black T-shirt, strong forearms, cropped blond hair. Quite the package, Justin radiates calm, confidence and control. In contrast Marianne is naked, save for vertiginously high heels and a heart-stoppingly expensive platinum necklace. Waist-length raven black hair tied back behind her head. She gathers her courage, takes a deep breath. His words reassure and empower her, already wet between the legs at the thrilling prospect of complicit submission
Marianne stands tall and slender, green eyes flashing. “Game on.”
Justin decisively pushes Marianne’s ankles asunder, fastening a broad leather cuff around each before clipping them to a metre-long length of steel tube.
“No, please,” she slips easily into character, prostrate across the table, genuinely apprehensive.
“A spreader bar to ensure proper presentation,” he explains. “Behaving badly merits an especially intimate discipline prior to your punishment proper.” Never before have they ventured so far on the wild side.
Justin softly slaps her wet labia and çorlu escort pussy transmitting jolts of carnality to Sophie’s already lust-swollen clitoris. She cries out, but can only struggle against her bonds until he determines her naughty quim sufficiently chastised.
“Have you learned to be obedient?” he demands.
“Yes Justin,” she replies, subdued and sore.
“Then spread your bottom wide.” Crimson-faced with shame, feeling wicked and wanton, Sophie reluctantly obeys, painted nails sensually separating reddened cheeks.
Justin squirts a sliver of cold jelly into the dark divide of her cleft, spreads the lubricant with a probing digit, pushing against Sophie’s rosebud until it yields, she clenches in involuntary reaction. Teasingly withdraws his finger, knuckle by knuckle, then substitutes a butt plug, working it in a few centimetres at a time until only the base is visible.
“An exercise in self-control, to be kept in place while I whip you, I’ll start from the beginning if you let it fall out.”
“Oh Justin, it’s too embarrassing, just fuck me instead,” Marianne pleads, persuasively jiggling her rear.
Ignoring this plea Justin delivers six lusty lashes to his wife’s pert posterior with a little French martinet, ümraniye escort entertained by the spectacle as Marianne tries to absorb the horizontal lines of hurt while desperately tensing her muscles to retain the plug penetrating her tight back passage. Her buttocks are hot and stinging, cunt throbbing and aching to be filled, arsehole stretched and tingling; a melange of new and confusions sensations arousing Marianne like nothing before.
The final blows from the stinging leather tails fall across the fullest swell of her tender lower buttocks and thighs. Loosing all composure Marianne writhes in lewd abandon across the table, the plug slipping from her bottom.
Previous fears apparently unfounded she lifts her backside higher silently inviting Justin to probe her moist slot. He caresses her vividly glowing, whip-streaked behind, feeling the deep heat, bending to kiss each crimson buttock.
Relinquishing the martinet Justin slips two fingers into her superheated sex. Legs forced apart, bottom blazing, Marianne’s hips gyrate in rhythmic abandon as he expertly fingers her to orgasm, squirting copiously as she comes.
He undoes her bounds helps Marianne, still euphorically in the zone, shakily to her feet. She rubs her tender derriere with both hands, embarrassed by the evidence of a savage climax streaking her thighs.
Justin holds his woman tightly – trembling and triumphant – until her heartbeat slows and breathing softens. Wordlessly Marianne bends back over the table, looks meaningfully at Justin, implicitly urges him to punish and penetrate her wherever he chooses, at once a final surrender and personal victory.
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