Accepting Her Consequences

Lisa broke curfew--again--and confessed her need for correction

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A Loving BDSM Relationship

Lisa knelt on the floor like I directed and told me why she’d make a worthy obedient submissive. “I like to please, Sir,” she intoned, “and will offer myself for your use however you wish.”

She and I had known each other through the local BDSM network and Lisa was always pleasant and easy to chat with. And we played during a scene using my favorite flogger with an exquisitely crafted handle and thick leather straps.

Lisa wiggled out of her panties as I directed, and stood naked with her hands clasped behind her head, exposing her ample tits, while I rhythmically flicked my wrist and sent the straps flying from her chest to her tummy, onto her ass, and down her thighs. She licked her lips and sighed while her flesh turned from its white hues to pinkish and red on her gorgeous ass.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling,” I growled.

She obeyed and I sent the flogger spiraling onto her pussy and her shaved bush while her cries became deep and passionate with the grip of orgasm showing in her eyes.

I could tell something more than play was happening, especially when my insides caught fire and I laced my fingers through her hair, bringing her mouth to mine and using my tongue to wrestle and conquer hers.