Turn me on.
Those three little words…...
Maybe we are just machines most of the time; detached,
robotic, waiting for someone to flick that on/off switch that transforms us
into passionate, sexual beings with voracious appetites….
I heard the
whip whistle through the air as he brought his arm back, and gritted my teeth
as the lash made contact with my flesh.
I was determined not to cry out.
“That’s for
keeping me waiting,” he explained. “Two
strokes for every minute you were late.
I think that’s fair. Don’t you
agree?”
This kinky little piece was inspired by the
unnamed lover who loved to dominate me and whose orders I loved to follow. He especially enjoyed pushing my boundaries
and seeing the effect that had. I was
never quite sure what he would do next, which was part of the turn on. Pretty much most of what happened in the
story is based on reality; the pain, the pleasure, the whippings, the whisky,
the blindfold, the bondage, the oak tree….I’m getting turned on just thinking
about it…….I hope it does the same for you.
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