Valentines Day is four days
away! Do you know what you're getting your sweetie? How about this year,
instead of chocolates and flowers, you give her a memory?
YES!
Chocolates are sweet, flowers are pretty but they don't last. A memory stays
with her forever, like the one Spike gave me.
Shortly
after Spike and I met, my birthday was coming up. He asked me what I'd like, so I requested a memory. We had talked about the BDSM scene. He had lots of
experience in the lifestyle; I was a newbie eager to experience it.
If you
met my Spike, you would know instantly that he is a natural Dom who is really
tuned in to his submissive's head space - what she wants, craves, how far to
take it. Later when we attended Fetnights, I learned how respected he was by
the people there, as a great Dom. How lucky was I !!!!
Okay, I
digress...back to my hot birthday experience.
When I
arrived at his apartment, the deep pulsing bass of Massive Attack drifted through
the air, in a candlelight setting.{ Click this link to hear it while you read!}
It was dark, romantic and a thrill went
through my body. He was wearing his leather chaps and leather
vest, tantalizing me with his muscled chest covered by a light sheen
of dark, silky hair. And when he turned away, his hard gorgeous ass was visible
and I wanted so much to run my fingers over it.
But I
wasn't allowed. Immediately, he exerted his dominance over me, towering above
me in his six foot four splendor, dark flashing eyes peering down at me in his
Greek god sculpted face. My knees went weak and my pussy became wet from that
look.
"Remove
your clothes." His voice was soft yet commanding.
I
stripped out of my short dark skirt and blouse standing before him in my black
bra, panties and thigh highs.
He stepped
behind me and placed a blind fold over my eyes. Never before had I felt so
vulnerable. Never before had I put so much trust in a man.
He led
me a few steps away and lifted my hand. I could feel a rope being secured to my
wrist before my hand was lift and pinioned to something. Then my other hand
received the same treatment.
"Spread
your legs." His voice was behind me now.
I shivered once more as I
obeyed. Would he lash me with a whip? I steeled myself for the sting but
instead the feathery touch of something soft trailed from my shoulders, down my
back to my ass. The touch was then on my ankle, sliding up the inside of my
calve to my thigh and then lingered between my legs. As if I wasn’t horny
enough, he was teasing me!
When my hip rolled and I
pressed into whatever was touching my sensitive spot…Crack! I jumped at the suddenness
of the bee sting on my ass. My muscles tensed in anticipation that more was to
come. And I was right. The bee sting was now on my shoulder blade, my thigh and
ass once more. Then nothing.
I flinched when something sharp
pressed into my spine in the area just above my ass. The sensation was
unbelievable when it slowly pressed while moving up my spinal column. Was it a
knife? How well did I really know Spike? I held my breath.
His hot mouth was on the curve
of my neck while his hands pulled my breasts from the cups of my bra. His fingernails
scraped along nipples hard and aroused. God, I didn’t know how much more I
could take. My ass pushed backward trying to connect with his cock.
Again, the hard swat on my ass,
this time with his hand.
“Did I say you could move?”
Another hard spank.
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Stay tuned for the rest of my memory. I have to go take a
shower :).
I promise I won’t leave you hanging :) like I was. But tomorrow is another day. If you liked my ‘memory’, promise me
you’ll do something nice like this for your partner.
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