Fantasies on a Free Theme

...the entrance door to the studio closes.

You are standing in the hallway and flinch when the key clangs in the lock.

You are embarrassed, confused, a little scared, but I see interest in your eyes.

Silently, I put my arm around your waist and open the door to the hall.

Not hard, but noticeably, I push you inside, saying one word—"get ready."

I'll go to the kitchen myself, first closing the hall and giving you a chance to look around the interior, I'll shed this tiresome mask, change clothes, and calmly have a smoke.

I know that sensations wind you up and intrigue you, and I'm giving you a chance to prepare for what

awaits you.

I'm coming back.

You hear my footsteps...

Smoothly and with a click, the lock opens the door and I see you again.

You didn't prepare, you didn't undress, you're standing in mild shock from the sight of the stocks and chains.

Well then... since you're so slow on the uptake—I'll have to teach you.

I grab you by the hair...

"On your knees."

You hear it, but you don't go down right away.

I have to pull you by the hair.

You plop down onto the floor.

"Why are you still dressed?" I ask, standing with my back to you and choosing a device for the warm-up...

Hmm... let it be a simple cane.

I listen to your babbling about how you didn't know and maybe screw it all... I get irritated.

The cane, whistling briefly, completes its movement on the outside of your thigh.

"Undress," I order.

Timid attempts to stand up and start undressing are interrupted by a short whistle, and the second thigh receives a not strong but sensitive strike.

"Don't stand up. Undress."

You hastily shed your clothes, remaining in just your underwear and trying to cover yourself with your hands.

I walk around you, enjoying your appearance. I stand behind you.

You try to turn your head, but the cane, pressing against your cheek, returns your head to its original position.

"Why didn't you take off your underwear?" I ask, and with the cane, I slip one strap off the unnecessary bra.

You flinch from the touch of the cane.

Then the second strap goes, and you yourself pull off the bra, wanting to please me.

The cane traces patterns on your back, unwaveringly following my will, barely touching and tickling...

A whistle and a strike!

Y

ou jerk and let out an involuntary cry "for what?!" and hear "be quiet." kkiss18.net You start to tremble, unclear whether from fear or excitement.

I explain that to undress means completely, and to sit in the pose, confirming my words with light strikes on your back and shoulders.

You slip off your panties... I see they are already wet...

I walk around and stand in front of you, the cane caresses your swollen nipples and stomach.

You're a smart girl and no longer try to cover up or interfere, because that will earn a strike...

Closing your eyes, you enjoy the barely noticeable touches of the cold skin to you...

I move the cane and watch your reaction and pleasure...

Barely audibly, I tell you "stand up" and you, not hearing clearly, ask "what?" for which you immediately receive a short strike with the tip of the cane on your nipple.

You flinch but remain silent.

Good girl.

I wrap your hair around my fist and lift you up, step behind you and push you towards the bed... you understand everything and go to it, naked, aroused, and anticipating...

You want to climb onto the bed, but a slap of the cane on your buttocks makes you freeze.

I take a coil of jute and order you to put your hands behind your back.

I wrap your hair with the rope and lower it to your hands, tying everything together.

You stand with your head thrown back, testing the strength of the ropes.

Bad idea... a slap and your moan, because you jerked and the tightened rope yanked your hair...

But I won't punish you now for that moan, I just push you onto the bed.

You fall onto your chest and try to turn over, but the touch of the cane makes you freeze again...

I look at your bound hands, back, and buttocks, and start moving the cane over them... lingering on the dimples...

So defenseless and desiring...

You, feeling my hot gaze, try to close your legs, but the short whistle of the cane tells you that's not a good idea

With the cane, I spread your legs and observe your dripping sex...

The cane touches your feet and begins a slow ascent up your legs, higher and higher, towards your leaking slit... now it's on your thigh, you let out a sweetly anticipatory moan and the cane

sensitively slaps you on the inner surface of your thigh...

You freeze and bite your lips, trying not to make a sound...

The cane gets closer and closer...

You feel it and want both it and its owner...

But it's still too early...

And now, it has reached...

The cool touch on your crotch sends electricity through your body, but the cane circles around, fluttering over the smooth, wet lips, diving back onto your thighs and rising again to your sex...

You can't hold back and moan sweetly-sweetly...

This time there was no whistle. There was a short, bright flash of pain on your lips and... it seems you came.

Well then, one-zero, the score is open..