So our night Escalated and there we were, well there I was sitting down on the chair and next thing I know.... There was a bandana rolled up and wrapped around my mouth like a gag. Not able to talk just made to listen "Stand up". Bending me over the chair I felt in your control. Not knowing what's coming next only hearing what your doing in the background. As you glide your hand across my ass I started to tense up a bit not knowing whats gonna happen. A slight moan escapes my lips as you spank me with a firm hand. Excited for what's coming next I relax, my breathing gets heavier as I'm left to the not knowing. A few hand prints left on my ass before I felt your belt every swing got heavier and in-between gentle kisses and rubs making sure I was okay before he whacked me a few more times with no breaks in-between. My breathing gets heavier than ever moans escaping my mouth, thinking this was all that was coming.... I then felt the metal spatula softly being rubbed against my already marked, already red ass. First swing of it hitting me let out gentle soft moan coming from my lips and my body tensing up a bit. As your hand rubbed my ass down making my body relax yet again, a few more hits from it each intensifying more and more. Tears start to accumulate not because I don't like it, but because it feels so good and all the emotions are catching up to each whack I get. It's hard to explain.... I love pain, I have a high tolerance, this is just a way to reset myself, to reset him, a way to escape from your head, a way to release all your emotions.
A forbidden love for pain.
A forbidden love for pain.