[Tawse]

She pulled away from me again, this time pushing me roughly forward, forcing me on my hands and knees again. I shifted my hands to afford more comfort, waiting to see what she had in store for me. She stood over me and then leaned over; her hands reached under my body, found my belt buckle, and released its clasp. She pulled the belt loose from my jeans; I heard the buckle chatter as it landed somewhere near where my shirt was. Her hands were then at the buttons of my jeans. They unfastened the top button and then her fingernails ran down to my excited crotch. I breathed out in a rushed breath and didn’t even try to hide the moan that followed. She then unbuttoned the second and third buttons, tucked her hand inside my jeans and ran her fingers through my pussy hairs. I felt that I could cum just by her request at this point. Her hands were like surgeons, bringing exact results through precision placement. She pulled her hand free of my jeans and unfastened the remaining two buttons, then her hand once again traveled inside my jeans, this time further, through my hair and finally penetrating my saturated lips. Two fingers dove towards the center of my want, and were enveloped by my juices. She stopped there, and I heard her breathe out rapidly, followed by a low growl that spawned more moisture from my cunt. She kept her hand there for a couple of minutes; her fingers found my clit and started to massage the skin around it. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb every sensation that was running through my body. Then she stopped and pulled her hand free.

She stood and walked in front of me, so that I could see her, and she placed her fingers in her mouth, and licked my juices tenderly off of her fingers. “I want you to remove your jeans for me. Stand up and take them off slowly. I want to enjoy every moment of you being exposed to me.” She said, sounding somewhere between a growl and moan.

I stood up and slowly removed my jeans. Not nearly being as graceful as I wished I could be, but hoping that she was pleased. I then kicked my jeans over to the growing pile of discarded clothing. I stood naked before her, and looked into her eyes, those endless eyes.

She looked at my body, her tongue rolled over her lower lip, and then she approached me, grabbed a nipple and pulled on it, leading me by my nipple over to the wooden horse. She let me go and pulled the horse towards the center of the room. She then went to the wall of pain and took down a pair of restraints. She returned to me and placed the restraints on my wrists, bent me over the horse and with a chain, attached my wrists to the base of the horse. Her feet tapped my legs and I spread my legs until she was satisfied with my position. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes, and my visual world came to an abrupt end. I blushed, as it became aware to me that I could feel my wetness cooling against my spread thighs. I envisioned how I must look to her, open, vulnerable and needing more.

I heard her shoes click against the floor as she walked around me, then away from me. She was over at the wall of pain. I heard her lift a couple items off the wall, then I listened as she walked over to the wall with the couch and heard what sounded like the lid of something raising up. I didn’t remember seeing a chest near the couch. I wondered how I could have overlooked it. Her footsteps approached once again.

Her hand ran down my back, over my ass and finally came to rest momentarily cupping my pussy from behind. I couldn’t resist trying to push against her hand. This brought a laugh and a slap by her other hand against my ass.

“What we do, we will do when I’m ready to do them, understand?” She asked.

“Yes Lilitu.” I purred in response, and resisted the urge to press my cunt once again into her cupped hand.

She removed her hand once again and then I heard the strike of a match. I only had to wait a few moments before I found the reason for the sound. I held my breath as I felt hot wax puddle in several spots on my back, only to solidify seconds later. She continued raining down drops of wax over my back and ass until I was sure there wasn’t a clear inch of flesh on either. Then the waxing stopped, and a fine mist of water was sprayed over my waxed back and buttocks. The clash between the two sensations caused my mind to swim in an ocean of contradictions.

“You can’t imagine how good you look to me right now.” She broke the spell I was under. “Your skin a creamy white, but speckled with pink heat… all covered with a fine layer of water. I can’t even tell you how intoxicating it looks.” She continued while running her fingernails harshly over my back, pulling off some of the wax in the process. I arched my back, not sure whether I wanted to get her nails further away or closer to my back.

I heard her heel click as she stepped back and away, and I felt the slight sting as moisture seeped into the fresh scratches her fingernails just inflicted. I then let out a rushed curse as she brought a flogger down firmly on my back. I heard her laugh as she brought the flogger down again against my skin, the moisture on my back exaggerating the noise of impact. I then heard her heels click quickly as she walked away, then returned. I felt something push against my lips.

“Here, this is a piece of leather. I’m going to flog you pretty hard; you may want to bite down on this when it gets severe. If you drop this, I will take that as an indication that you can’t handle any more.” She explained and I took the leather into my mouth.

I felt the first few administrations from the flogger but then time seemed to warp, or melt, or something that words can’t explain. It was as if the beating no longer hurt. It became more of a tribal drumming that I only heard and didn’t feel. In my mind I was in a dark jungle with torches lighting a clearance. Figures danced around a central fire as the drummer drummed out a steadily increasing beat. The dancers paced quickened as lightning flashed in the sky. A storm was coming but I couldn’t tell if the dancers were dancing for the storm or to prevent the storm. Bare feet pounded on compacted dirt, increasing in stride; And then there was nothing.

I was lying on my back in a field. The sun was no longer yellow; instead it was a kaleidoscope of colors. There was a breeze that was so slight I wasn’t sure if it was really a breeze or just my breathing. Slowly I became aware of a hand running through my hair and Her voice in my mind.

“Sweet Blue-Eyes” She was softly saying over and over while running her hands thru my head. “What I wouldn’t give to know where you are flying. How many times I’ve watched you fly, how many times I wished I could journey with you. And here you are with me again.”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She was bent down in front of me and I was still restrained to the horse. “How long?” I started to ask.

“A little bit, time doesn’t matter really.” She replied, I noticed she had the leather bit in her hand. “No, you didn’t let go. I took it and the blindfold once I stopped” She answered and leaned forward giving me a kiss. Once again my heart beat increased and I struggled against the restraints to kiss her deeper. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and pull her as close as I could to her. She laughed and then pulled away.

“I want you to go now.” She stated. “We did much tonight, and you have much to process; but I will be seeing you again.”

“But..” I started.

“Don’t argue with me Blue-Eyes.”

“Yes, Lilitu.” I conceded.

“Come back tomorrow.” She rose from the couch, ran her hand thru my hair one last time, unbuckled the restraints, and then she crossed the room and exited thru the door.

I sat in that spot for what felt like an eternity, just thinking about what had just occurred. My back had a dull throb reverberating along its entirety. I wondered how it looked, but that throb was nothing compared to the throb that was emanating from my loin; my unsatisfied and aching loin.

I finally shook free enough from my thoughts to put my clothes back on and exit the room. I made my way slowly down the hall towards the pulsating main room. Figures still danced on the dance floor. My whole world had changed and yet it was as if nothing had changed at all. No one turned to look at me; yet I felt eyes upon me. She was watching me from somewhere, or was that her mind upon my mind. I looked towards the main stage and saw Her. She was with one of the gorillas she was surrounded by earlier. When my eyes met Hers she turned away and pulled the man close to her, kissing him as deeply and passionately as she had kissed me earlier. My mind screamed in anger and jealousy. I tasted the coppery essence of blood in my mouth and it turned me on. I explored my mouth thinking I had bit myself, yet found no wounds. I looked towards her and saw her lips appeared to be redder than should have been. The gorillas mouth had a trickle of blood escaping the corner as he pulled Her towards him again in a deep kiss. Again the taste of blood and a sexual arousal so deep I had to lean against the wall to steady myself.

“Go home Blue Eyes” I heard in my mind, and I looked to Her pleadingly. “Home” was her only reply as she mouthed the word and pointed to the exit of the club. I looked at the gorilla and he smiled at me. I wasn’t sure if it was a smile of compassion or one of victory. I headed for the door, not daring to look back.

Once home I went straight to bed. Even though I had much to think about and my brain should have been circling, I was instead tired beyond belief. The drive home proved more difficult than I thought it would have been; my energy depleted quicker than imaginable. I ended up turning the A/C on full blast to keep me awake for the 30 minute drive.


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Lilitu was in a dark room. She ran her fingers along a hard chest, her fingers gliding gently thru a fine layer of hair, she pulled his mouth to hers and filled his mouth with her tongue while her hands removed his belt and then raked along the expanding growth beneath his jeans.

“You want it?” A deep male voice asked.

“You have no idea.” She answered.

Her fingers released his cock from its prison and rubbed the pre cum that glistened its head along the length of it, getting it ready for its next sheath. He lifted her up with ease and lowered her slowly onto his rod. They both moaned in unison and remained still allowing each to get used to being united with the other. He moved them over to a desk where he swept the contents onto the floor before leaning over so that she was laying on the top of the desk.
He then fucked her in earnest, his hips pistoning against her hips while the both of them emitted the animalistic noises associated with a good fuck. Finally he pumped his seed deep inside of her with a growl and a grunt, slumping over her breathing heavily in spent ecstasy.

“Was that good baby?” He asked.

“It’s about to be.” She answered.

“What do you...” He started but stopped suddenly as her hand covered his mouth with inhuman strength. Then her mouth was on his neck, teeth sank into flesh and punctured his carotid artery. It wasn’t long before he offered no more resistance.

She pulled back once he was completely spent and let his body fall to the floor. ‘Enjoy what you see Blue Eyes?’ she asked.

I jerked awake and looked around my room. It was still dark outside and according to the clock, it was only shortly after 4 in the morning. My heart raced and I was so incredibly worked up, I reached over and grabbed my trusty vibrator that adorned the bedside table. I turned it on and administered the strokes I knew would bring me to orgasm. My mind full of images of Her, and I even called out to Her as I came hard against the vibrator, wishing it was her hand or her will that was bringing me to climax. I rolled over, cursing my youthful behavior and then once again drifted off to sleep.