to ride the dark . Symposium on Pain  

wickedeasy 69F  
9285 posts
8/31/2017 4:01 pm
to ride the dark . Symposium on Pain

She stood silently in the warm room, her feet spread hip width apart, her arms above her head, held firmly in place with rope. The position pulled her breasts up and apart, her shoulder ached slightly from the pressure. She felt Him walk in, his bare feet making no sound. The thick leather collar pulled her head up, back, her nipples pebbled. Darkness as the mask slid over her eyes.

The sound of rope through the O ring on the collar. Not smooth, hemp. It would scratch. Steps to the table, a drawer opening. Pieces being placed. She licked her lips.

Her nipple squeezed, twisted. She yelped. She hadn’t heard him nearing her.

“Shh. Not a sound. understood?”

The other nipple twisted, she sank into the sensation, her hips thrusting forward, the scratch of the rope ran down over her belly to her dripping lips, rubbing over them, his hand held one end tight above her mons, the rope tight, pushing and pulling her wet lips back and forth faster as she tried to press her nub tight to the rope, to connect. She wanted to beg to cum, her thighs trying to close, his legs pushing them open. Almost, almost, almost. The rope gone, no!

She felt his long fingers inside her, the moan impossible to stop. The slap to her face sharp. He scissored his fingers, she swallowed the sound, flooding his hand. Spreading her lips, he pushed something inside her, yanked the rope tight securing what, a dildo, ran the hemp between her legs. Quickly rimming her ass with the tip of his tongue, he spread her creamy cum. She opened to Him, she always did, squirming as his tongue played with her, warmth making her rise up on her toes and spread her legs, hoping for more.........

She felt cold, a slight pop, another, this one more definite, larger. she pushed back harder, listened to his chuckle as he fed the glass beads into her ass. 10 in all with a ring on the end, then the feel of the hemp as it pulled up tight in her crack, yanked so her pussy clenched, up to the collar and back down.

God, up the other side of her slit, rubbing it back and forth while she shook, panted, then up, tied it off at the neck on her collar. If she hunched it was fine but if she stood straight as he required, she felt the rope, the beads, the dildo, all of it.
.
Vibrating, desperate, she twisted before Him, legs trembling.

The sudden thud of the flogger on her back sent her body slightly forward.

Her shoulders flew up, then relaxed as she steadied her feet. Part of her was too on edge, too close to orgasm, and yet, and yet, the rhythmic beating began to blend into a steady sound that soothed her as her body tensed then released with each stroke.

He used a continuous cross pattern to bring her body higher, not stopping until she took flight. Once she began to fly, He began to alter the intensity of the blows, spacing them, moving them to different areas to startle her skin. to take her further out. He watched carefully as her skin reddened, as her body reacted to the variances of the strikes.

He slipped around to her front, her breasts were already flushed pink. In minutes they were red, her belly as well. Her body moved with His as if in some syncopation they had long practiced, cherished. as He slowed, she moved still,swaying, waiting for whatever, wherever he brought her next.

Dropping the flogger, he picked up the crop, He circled her, laying sharp marks on His canvas. As each landed, a sinuous move, not away but into the crop, a plea, a silent begging. for more, more. Now the welts grew on her ass, her thighs, her belly, breasts as he painted.. Still she thrust her body forward. needing more. Sweat rolled off his face and chest.

“Now, now you may speak.”

“Please may I come?” Her lips bent in a small smile.

Deftly with three quick strokes to her cunt and one each to her distended nipples, he bent her in two. Her moan was deep, long, gutteral. On his knees, , His tongue, licked juices from her legs as she wrapped them around his neck.

He pulled out the vibrating dildo, released her hands, placed her on the bed on her belly.

“What did you forget?”

Dazed, she looked over her shoulder.

“Count of 5, choose.”

“The Cane.”

He turned his back, smiling. She had never chosen the cane before.

“Knees, face down.”

She took the position. He played for a minute with the beads, roughly scrubbed the rope across her slit, felt to see if her clit was unhooded. He slipped the knot on the rope. She could not be still.

He loved this bitch.

The first hit was on the fleshiest part of her ass. She screamed.. One

The second, under her butt, coming up. She moved to get away. Two

The third. Right cheek, across. She pushed back into the cane. Three

Fourth, Left cheek, across, she curled tight and small Four



"Turn over".
She turned over and spread her legs.

As the cane bit into her Breasts, He thrust inside her. She screamed , 5

her body flew apart. Painrodetheorgasm and the world went away. Was it minutes was it hours, colors filled her vision, her body as his cock filled her cunt. Every part of her cried out, flew to the core. She was a goddess, a woman of fire, no one could ever be as she was, her hands raked his hair then flew to the ceiling, welcoming the energy, the light. As His cum began to climb up into her, she wept.

He pulled the beads out as his cum shot into her, sobs wracking her body as she came again, her arms flung wide. He was in awe.
.
“Yes, oh yes, yes.”

He soothed her for a long time. massaged her body with oils, fed her bits of fruit and finally made her dinner. She sat curled against him, words still not coming easily.

“Time for sleeping?” he suggested.

“Not yet”

“No?”

She looked up at him and grinned….




You cannot conceive the many without the one.


wickedeasy 69F  
32415 posts
8/31/2017 4:10 pm

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You cannot conceive the many without the one.


Tmptrzz 56F  
65243 posts
8/31/2017 4:57 pm

Sounds like a fascinating way to spend your day..

Just your average every day run of the mill nana here!!!


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:39 pm:
lmao.

you are the nicest woman i know. my mama would say that was being
"damned withe faint praise". god, i do love you

rachel0718 53F  
20454 posts
8/31/2017 10:35 pm

Thank you.. May I have another...
DAMN YOU Wicked.... Love, love fucking LOVE!!! ?*


Rachel Mae


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:40 pm:
that's just it, isn't it?

once you're out there, it isn't pain anymore, it's something else entirely.

sweet_VM 61F  
80355 posts
8/31/2017 10:47 pm

Wow nicely done there wicked. Each word had us on top waiting wondering and wanting more. Hugs V

Become a blog watcher sweet_vm


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:41 pm:
thank you VM. i'm still not comfortable doing erotica here.

author51 56F
80922 posts
9/1/2017 1:01 am

Wicked tale indeed my friend...

One can never have enough JOY in their life...


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:42 pm:
eek, still makes me uneasy writing about this stuff. it's a little too close to the bone

HamburgDave2 76M
16567 posts
9/1/2017 1:15 am

Outstanding Erotica. Thank You WE

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wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:43 pm:
anything for you my dearest Man. although i admit i am blushing.

azriel1970 49M  
26862 posts
9/1/2017 5:07 am

Damn the picture you bring forth in my mind........ I do believe I have the vapors!!!!!!!!!!!

Excellent writing!


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:43 pm:
shall i show you to the swooning couch?

goodatpoetry2 69M
16571 posts
9/1/2017 5:15 am

Well... that was different!


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:45 pm:
oh my, have i offended you? i hope not.

you are someone i want always to please.

wildnwanton 56F  
19449 posts
9/1/2017 8:08 am

Delicious! I'll have to devour this post more than once.

"Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:45 pm:
well, i take that as a compliment.

dbaley 67F
8397 posts
9/1/2017 8:49 am

Wow omg!


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:46 pm:
omg good or omg bad?

spunkycumfun 59M/64F  
36125 posts
9/2/2017 9:09 am

I hope your story was a true story because iot's a great story.
My virtual symposium contribution, now half-written, will be slightly similar to your contribution but I'll be on the other side!


wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:47 pm:
ooh, the Dom's perspective.......

yes, it is a true story, but since you're my last comment, let's keep that between you and me...winks

wickedeasy replies on 9/3/2017 3:56 pm:
ps, would you be so kind as to link me? i am, as ever, unable to make it happen.

dbaley 67F
8397 posts
9/3/2017 7:13 pm

Very good takes your breath away!


rick315875 61M
7725 posts
9/3/2017 7:19 pm

Ouch! Does not quite express the experience. There's a thin line between pain and pleasure.

. . .


wickedeasy replies on 9/6/2017 9:30 am:
actually the line is not as thin as some folks imagine it to be

spunkycumfun 59M/64F  
36125 posts
9/4/2017 11:26 am

    Quoting spunkycumfun:
    I hope your story was a true story because iot's a great story.
    My virtual symposium contribution, now half-written, will be slightly similar to your contribution but I'll be on the other side!
I have linked you on the group's page. I now consider it as one of my symposium tasks now and I'm privileged to be your official linker!


citizen4722 61M  
63556 posts
9/4/2017 1:02 pm

Such a hot read indeed


NaughtyInSO 108F
9758 posts
9/7/2017 5:56 pm

Although this kind of play isn't my cup of tea (and I wish it were!), I love to read about pain that creates pleasure.
Nicely done, wicked lady! Nicely done indeed.

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wickedeasy replies on 9/8/2017 3:13 pm:
thank you kindly SO. it is mine as you can tell.

Mannladies 26M
76 posts
10/16/2017 9:29 pm

Fun is nt bound fr anyone its fr everyone


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