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This is from a friend and current #1 fan I thought I would share it as I like it a lot Alison's Double Discipline - Part One Posted:May 9, 2018 12:46 pm Last Updated:May 22, 2018 6:56 pm 41 Views Alison's arms were aching. The soft skin of her ass cheeks burned. She had been hanging from the ceiling for almost an hour now, with only the tips of her stocking-clad toes touching the floor. Her wrists were buckled into a black leather suspension cuff, with a rope tied to it, leading to a pulley mounted in a stout wooden beam in the ceiling, the rope terminating into a small electric winch. She had met with the two Dom's who had agreed to train her and fulfill some of her fascinations with her deepest, darkest taboos. They had wasted no time, picking her up bodily and carrying her into the dungeon where they wadded up a stocking and gagged her with it, pinching her nose shut and when she gasped for breath they crammed the stocking into her mouth, typing it in place with the remaining stocking. They stripped her, taking off her slingback heels and removing her white blouse and black skirt. Clad now in only a black corset and lace-top thigh-high stockings and a black bikini bottom, they had bound her wrists in the suspension cuff and put a black leather ankle cuff on each of her ankles. Roping her up to the ceiling, they attached the ankle cuffs to eye-bolts in the floor, set wide apart so her legs could be stretched wide apart. They pushed the "raise" button on the winch and hoisted her up and had let her hang that way while they ravished her body. She felt their hands as they explored her now-helpless flesh, the hands roaming over her neck, shoulders, and back, up and down her legs from the tips of her toes all the way to her crotch, where the black panties were getting wetter and wetter with her juices. They fondled the silk-covered mound and then they ran their hands over her ass. One of them pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her roughly on her lips and her cheeks, before kissing her full on her exposed throat. They walked around behind her and she heard them as they each selected a flogger, that was hanging on the wall with an assortment of other torture devices. She felt a pulling, ripping around her hips and her ass was laid bare before their eager gaze. She felt them as they opened her ass, pulling the buttocks apart, exposing the little puckered anus. Then she felt the rude fingers and they explored the tight skin of her anus and then one of them stuck a couple of fingers in her ass and she heard him say, "God, it's tight. This is going to be good." His words both chilled and excited her. The other Dom remarked, "Let's get started." "Right," the other replied, and, taking position on either side of her behind, Alison heard the slight "whoosh" as a flogger moved through the air, landing squarely on the center of her left buttock. She winced, and then she heard the sound again just as the other Dom repeated the action on her right buttock. Her loins were a creamy white, a result of spending hours by the pool in the sun in her bikini. Now each buttock sported an angry red mark, contrasting with the as-yet untouched flesh. Pausing for effect and feeling up the warm flesh that was now tingling, they resumed their flogging of her ass. Again and again. Again and again. They alternated their lashes, left buttock, right buttock, left buttock, right buttock, left buttock, right buttock. The floggers flashed up and down, from where the curvature of her ass began all the way down to the backs of her thighs, the exposed soft skin between her stocking tops and her ass. The rear garter straps dangled from the corset where the floggers had dislodged them from the stockings. Alison sobbed from the punishing flogging. The gag was wet with her tears. Her buttocks and thighs blazed with a stinging pain. She cried to cry out but her cries were stifled by the gag so that only muffled sounds filled the room. Finally satisfied with their handiwork, the Doms hung up the floggers and left the room, leaving Alison to her pain. |
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I am honored. Truly, I am honored. Thank you for your compliment on my writing skills. But, in all truthfulness, you were the inspiration that drove me. Thank you
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That is a nice piece of prose!
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