Crime and Punishment
My world is dark, eerily so. I see nothing, hear nothing.. only the sound of my own breathing. I try not to panic, but my heart is racing and my face is hot. I move my wrists against their restraints; my arms have become numb to the affliction of being stretched well passed their limit. Unawares, I freeze my movement as I hear your footsteps near. Without realizing it, I'm holding my breath, desperately trying to anticipate your next move. As you come closer, my mind wanders off to the earlier parts of the day, the beginning.. how we got here.
"You knew what you were doing, didn't you?" You voice is sultry, husky, domineering. I remain silent. I know better than to speak out against such a rhetorical question. I try to hide the makings of a smile that start to form in the corners of my mouth. As you step behind me, I let out a soft breath as I feel the tip of the fiberglass cane at the base of my neck. You slowly trail it down my naked spine and it causes me to shiver effortlessly. "You're such a bad girl..." The tip of the cane is right above the apex of my ass. "Wearing that skirt.. that tight blouse.. that thin bra..." I relinquish my smile as I visualize the image of myself clothed previously before you immediately ripped everything off my body the moment I stepped through the door. "Yessssss..." You hissed in my ear. "You're such a bad girl, and bad girls get punished." A soft gasp escape my lips as I feel the sting of the cane against my buttocks. You do not allow me to recover from the blow and again you slap it across my flesh. Six more times you strike me until I careen forward with my head hanging low, exhilarated. Your hands find their way into my hair, gripping a fistful, jerking my head backward.
My mouth agape, mind filled with endless thoughts, I anticipate your next move, my sex aching. I feel the warm wetness of your tongue as you lick the side of my neck. My bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. I feel you take my earlobe into your mouth with such eloquence. You bite down.. hard. My brows furrow to the sharp sensation and instinctively, I bite down on my own lower lip. I feel the tip of the cane at the back of my thigh, slowly moving upward. "Did you think I'd just let you get away with that?" POP! Another slap of the cane, this time the sting landing on the back of my right thigh. "Teasing me.. like that..." Your breathing is getting heavier.. I can tell you're getting excited, yet you're still in control. I squeal. You release your grip of my hair, pushing my head forward just a nudge. I hear your footsteps, yet they seem to sound so distant.
Suddenly... silence. You're so unpredictable. Once again, that sly grin starts to make its way to my lips. I cry out with painful glee as I feel you apply the clamps onto my nipples. The feeling sends an electric current throughout my whole body which settles in the pit of my stomach. I inhale a slow breath through gritted teeth. Instantly, the pain is forgotten as I feel your lips at my collarbone. You kiss and lick me there, tracing a wet line down between my breasts.
You inhale the scent of my skin deeply, the smell of my body intoxicating to your nostrils. You're greedy now.. greedy for my body. Your teeth bury into my flesh, nipping me gingerly. I want to moan your name, but I dare not say a word. As you make your way down to my pelvic area, you take both your hands and grip my thighs with earnest. Our desires for the passion we share is unworldly. No one would ever understand. I feel your fingernails dig deep into my thighs, tearing at my skin, all the way down to my ankles. I wince and whimper, my body begging you. That's not enough, it's never enough. My legs are pated perfectly and your hands slowly make their way up my legs and in between. You feel the slickness of my hidden treasure and with aggressive authority, you dive inside of me with two of your fingers. I can barely contain myself, the force of your digital penetration causing me immense pleasure. I try to stifle my cries as you pump your fingers in and out of me. With a flick of your wrist, you twist your hand from side to side, then move your fingers around in a circular motion.
"Apologize.." You speak the word just above a whisper. I can hear the raw, erratic desire in your voice as you tear into me with yet another digit. My breathing has quickened and I'm screaming inside of my head. Just as raucous as you entered me, you withdraw, leaving me wanting more. My insides wet, pleading and bruised. With your fingers practically dripping in my love, you stand, grab me by my hair and slip your fingers into my mouth. I taste myself, happily sucking your fingers, eager, craving more. "More?" I let out a muffled attesting reply against your fingers in my mouth. Again, you withdraw from my warm confines and I feel your breath against the back of my neck. You plant tender kisses here and there before you lick a damp line between my shoulder blades. With one arm, you drape it around my waist and pull me into you. Before I can protest, I cringe in agony as you take your fingers and slowly insert them into my tight puckered holed. The new feeling is overwhelming to the both of us. You remain still, allowing my chasm to adjust to the feeling. I pant softly. "More..." A statement rather than a question, you start to move inside of me. I grit my teeth, bearing through the pain and soon it becomes sheer bliss. You move faster, harder, more purposeful. So sinful are we, tangled in a mass of heavy breathing, lust and digital anal sex.
You grind into me as I push back up against you.. "Forgive me." I say breathlessly, unable to endure anymore of the torture. Your sovereignty over me is uncanny. Taking one final lunge deep inside of my tight forbidden orifice, you release me, making your way back in front of me. "Now, your reward.." I can hear the arrogance in your voice and without further deferment, I feel the tip of your tongue at the base of my clitoris. My button hardens and throbs instantaneously. You spread my legs further apart, opening me wider for your leisure. Taking your tongue, you give me one long, excruciatingly, slow lick. Finally, I have permission to call out to my tormentor...
"I can't help but think about the punishment that awaits in our next role-play session, inspired by 'Crime and Punishment'. Your dominance in BDSM scenarios is quite erotic, and the use of the cane is particularly thrilling."
"As the scene progresses and the punishment continues, my mind drifts to the anal exploration, a twist on the original story that adds a new level of taboo and excitement."