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The Sharp Edge of Love
This is one of about 10 short fictional BDSM themes woven throughout
the true accounts of Sharah, Arlana, Lana and Kate
Cocoon
It feels, you imagine, like a cocoon...total quiet, darkness...you can feel the canvas bag Master stuffed you in,
pressed all around your fetally curled body...knees pressing into your tits, wrists shackled to your ankles...the
chain from your collar, connected to the chain between your anklets, your hooded head drawn down sideways upon
your knees. The hood, with an opening only for your mouth and nose, was placed after Master had flogged you mercilessly,
and then you were flogged again after the hood was positioned.
Master had made you stand, without restraints, and commanded you to not move while he worked on your tits and ass,
and just about every other sensitive area. Intermittently, Master would reach between your legs, and massage your
clit tenderly, kissing you passionately through the opening in the hood.
"You are such a pleasure, my beautiful and obedient slave."
His words caused a glow in your submissive heart. Despite the numerous flinches, you felt you had stood pretty
still, "especially trying to balance on these spiked heels Master gave me to wear." Then he got the bag,
cuffed and collared you, stuffed you roughly inside, and hoisted the bag off the floor with a pulley. You couldn't
think of anything you did wrong. Master was simply taking his pleasure you thought.
It's been some time since Master left the room...but you really can't sense time in this eternal darkness...you
can't move...every part of you is restrained...the bag squeezes you tight...it is difficult to breathe the little
air that the thick canvas allows inside. You can tell from your sense of gravity (the only sense that isn't being
deprived) that you are hung, nearly upside down on your back. You wait with a slave's anticipation...you know not
what...or when...but Master has something in mind...
You suddenly feel the bag sway slightly...you didn't hear him enter...you feel a sharp whack right on your ass...sharp
even through the canvas...a long number of blows follow. Then you hear the sound of canvas being ripped... you
feel the cooler room air on your mouth where Master has made a small opening in the bag... you go to breathe in
the fresh air. Just as you begin the intake, like a swimmer that's just broke the surface after a deep dive, you
feel a hard round shaft forced to the back of your throat, choking off the air you craved. Master's cock!...savagely
pumping your little cunt mouth...no this is too solid and now the taste...a dildo!...probably the huge black one.
After several timeless minutes, your jaws aching with the fatigue of your mouth being forced open so wide, the
pumping dildo stops, but stays deep in your mouth. You know you dare not let it go, no matter how bad you need
that fresh breath or how bad your jaws ache.
You hear and feel the canvas being torn again. This time you feel the cool air of the room, grazing across your
exposed ass. Master's fingers grab your cunt lips and spreads them roughly, pulling them away from your entrance.
You feel the sharp bite of the utility clothes pins placed on your cunt lips...several on each side...then Master
tapes the ends to your thighs and ass...your pinkness exposed...glistening now in the light of the room.
Suddenly there is an explosion of sensation right on your cunt, flashing like a bright red bolt in the darkness
of your mind. Another and another as Master crops your pussy right on that tender pink flesh. If you could, you
would jump up, try to get away from the searing sting of the crop. But you can't even move. Then another object,
another dildo, you realize, suddenly penetrates deep into your cunt, sliding effortlessly into the soft tissues
soaked in your growing heat. You almost explode, desperate to hump that shaft. But you can't even move. Then the
whip is raining down hard on your exposed ass, stinging left and right. It stings so bad. But the whipping is far
down your list of concerns. All your thinking of is that dildo in your desperate cunt, wishing only that Master
would fuck you with it!
The whipping stops. Silence...then you feel Master's strong hands gripping the sides of the bag by your hips...the
probe of his cock...definitely his...pressing at the entrance to your asshole...then his cock driving into you,
deep and you feel his hips banging hard against your ass cheeks, driving his cock mercilessly over and over again
into the depths of your ass...then you feel the dildo start in your cunt... fucking you harder and harder. You
feel both probes pressing through the membrane that separates your ass and your cunt as the huge objects fight
for space within your tight but liquid openings...and then your mind turns to liquid and color and your whole consciousness
becomes like one cascading orgasm of pleasure...release...freedom...within your enslaved body.
You feel Master heave his own bliss, deep into your ass, and you feel him, panting with the end of his passion
as he embraces the canvas bag, squeezing tightly. After a few moments of embrace, you feel Master withdraw. Gently,
Master removes the dildo still clenched tightly in your mouth, kisses your mouth deeply through the opening in
the canvas, and quietly leaves you in your other world.
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