Getting Ready for MasterGetting Ready for Master

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Her whole body is aching… her muscles tense… she moans softly and arches her back… her nails leaving light trails as she runs them across her skin… her eyes closed tight as she feels her breath coming in small pants…the softest scent of apples rising from her skin… her mind filled with only Him, the hunger in her body building rapidly… her feet, slipping up the silk cover on the bed her knees still tight together…

Her whole body quivering and sweating as she thinks of Him, of His touch, His taste… His voice echoing in her head she smiles

As her eyes open, she takes in her body, curling one delicate hand around a soft pale wrist… imagining the soft leather cuffs He uses. Her deep red nails move across her flesh, her body quivering as she bucks softly… feeling small wisps of a non-existent whip on her back, her eyes closing again a moment as she thinks of Him, behind her, whipping the flogger through the air, the colorful red and almost purple stripes along her back and ass… she lifts herself up on her elbows, her silken thighs splaying apart she gasps as the cool air brushes past istanbul travesti her soft glistening lips…

One hand slips… to run her nails over her thigh… the tip of her index finger moving slowly toward her heated centre. The very tip of her nail rakes the soft flesh of her outer lips… she moans again as her body tingles… the faintest scent of her sex wafting up to her…

She quickly moves her hand with a gasp, her eyes flying open as she looks seamlessly around the room…as if she would see Him there… His instructions were clear…

She swallows harshly as her eyes drift shut again… her heart pounding in her chest as she readies herself… stretching her arms above her head once more… her silken thighs slipping further apart instantly as she moves…moaning softly at the images slipping through her mind…her body molding to the silken sheet and the mattress below her.

She takes long shuddering breaths as her hands begin to shake… reaching beside her to find the long silver chain, holding three tight clamps, still set from the last time He kadıköy travesti came. Her body quivers as her eyes gaze at her already firm dark nipples, her blue black hair resting just beside them. As she carefully brushes her hair away, her heart skips a beat…soft goosebumps lifting on her soft skin… she holds her breath as the two clamps are opened by her nails… resting by her nipples… before she lets go quickly… her body arching up harshly as she squeals… biting her lip to try to silence herself her blood pumping as her nipples throb… she breathes quickly to try to ease the pain and stop the tears from swelling in her eyes.

After two long drawn out breaths she lifts herself back onto her elbows… whimpering softly as the cool chain slips over her belly…her eyes glazed over slightly as her tiny hands fumble for the third clip… her thumb and forefinger opening the clamp she spread her soft soaked lips apart… biting her bottom lip harshly as she releases the clip letting it clamp quickly onto her clit… growling and lifting her ass from anadolu yakası travesti the bed she squirms as the pain and pleasure shoot through her body… her eyes widening as she gasps and pants… taking in every feeling and emotion running through her…her body slowly giving in to the pain and allowing the pleasure to seep through her…

She licks her now drying lips and moans softly… using her feet to push herself back up the bed slightly…her head dropping onto the pillow behind her as she continues to shudder… whimpering as the chains pull tight across her belly… yanking her nipples and her clit as she does…

As the throbbing subsides slightly… the feeling still wafting through her she takes one more breath as she closes her eyes, lifting her hands above her head and slipping the blindfold down… covering her dark dazed eyes with the soft silk.

As her final instruction seeps through her mind she spreads her shapely legs far apart, her toes curling a moment and her lips rounding to a gentle o as the clamps tug once more…her hands moving high above her head and apart ready for all four to be cuffed to the bedposts…her heart longing for the silken cuffs to be placed when He comes…

Taking small soft panting breaths she listens to the silence around her, feels the cool metal across her almost burning flesh, and the soft silk across her eyes and beneath her still spread body… she waits…

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