Double Play

I enter their home. They’re James and Margaret but I know them better as Master and Mistress, Sir and Madam or, on occasion, Daddy and Mommy. It depends what mood they’re in. I fit myself to them. I try my best to be whatever they need me to be. By being there for them, I attain satisfaction, completion. I’m like a lock without a key until I see them, until they fit their key into me.There’s no conversation tonight. No wine. No. Instead, they direct me to the basement where they have their equipment. I know what I’m to do. I kneel in my spot and wait for them. It’s not long before I hear the clack of Her heels on the stairs followed by the dull thud of His boots. They approach me and I keep my eyes down.”Stand up,” he says. I do, keeping my eyes down.He comes to me and begins unbuttoning my shirt. He throws it aside and begins on my pants. I came here with one instruction and he sees that I fulfilled it as he takes Şerifali Escort down my jeans.”Oh, look what we have here,” he says, laughing. “Look at what this little sissy is wearing.” He says “sissy” with such derision that I shudder.She steps to me and snaps the elastic of my pink lacey panties. They’re the pair we picked out the month before on one of our shopping excursions but she plays tonight that she’s never seen them.”Oh, my. I thought you picked out a boy to play with, not a little girl,” she sighs, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “Oh, well, she’ll have to do.”With that, she grabs one of my wrists and lifts my arm high, shackling it above me with the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. She shackles the other one, leaving me helpless. Meanwhile, he puts two cuffs around my knees and attaches a spreader bar between them, pushing my legs wide and increasing the pressure Şerifali Escort Bayan above on my arms. Despite myself, my cock begins to get hard in my panties, thrilled at being exposed and bound.He sees the bulge in my panties and puts his hand over it, standing in front of me, smiling. He massages me through the satin, watching the lust in my eyes, seeing me lose even more control. My knees lose their strength as the blood continues to rush to my member. He knows what he’s doing to me and it makes him smile even more broadly. My mouth is open and I’m panting for breath. “Oh yes,” he whispers, “You like this, don’t you little girl?”I nod.He stops.”This isn’t about what you like,” he says, turning away.I feel her hands yank down my panties, down to my mid-thighs. And, without warning, I feel the sharp sting of a smack on my bottom, followed by a flurry of others. I gasp, Escort Şerifali going from such pleasure to pain within moments. Now I’m gasping instead of panting.She stops for a moment and allows me to catch my breath. She reaches around to feel my cock. It’s gone flaccid. “Yes,” she hisses. “That’s right.” She begins spanking me again, more rhythmically this time; one cheek and then the other. I feel the heat rising on my asscheeks and I picture them getting redder, picture the imprint of her hands on me.He steps back to me and begins touching my nipples, running his fingers around the aureole. He knows how sensitive I am there and sees them getting harder. He pinches them, gently at first, and then harder. This is like metal in a microwave, throwing sparks in my head. The pain in my bottom, the pleasure/pain from my nipples, making my mind twist.She stops spanking me, reaches between my legs, and grasps my balls. She attaches something to them and I feel a tremendous pulling on them. I realize that she has added weights to my balls. It’s not necessarily pure pain that I feel but, rather, a stomach-churning discomfort.Added quickly to this new mix of sensations is her finger, greased and plumbing my ass.