- August 5, 2015 at 1:19 pm #11853My Darlings SirParticipantBasic | Dominant
We stood in front of the St. Andrews cross, touching one another, looking into each others eyes, making the connection. There were others all around us. They played. They watched. They talked and enjoyed the atmosphere of the dungeon. We focused on ourselves and our bubble began to form as the room faded around us. We spoke of what was to happen next and how we would stay connected throughout our play. We reassured one another of our love and commitment and of our desires to make the night special. I held darling close and she whispered in my ear, “it’s just us Daddy” and with that my beast awoke. I turned my girl around and slid her skirt down so that her bare ass showed. Down just far enough that it was both arousing and humiliating to darling. As I squeezed her ass cheeks and slid my fingers between them, I told her how I planned on beating and whipping her. I pulled her skirt down the rest of the way, laid it on the ground and grabbed my crop. I stood pressed up against darling and caressed her body. Our bubble was complete and all that was around us was gone. Except the music. Ah yes, the music. Loud, rhythmic, intense music. Our bodies moved with the beat. Our desire grew as we rode the wave of sound. And then Du hast by Rammstein began. The beat so perfect for the moment and it happened….we danced.
For over an hour we danced on that cross. My crop and whip beating darlings beautiful little body to the rhythm that played around us, to the beat that flowed through us. I watched in awe as my girl stood tall and moved her body back and forth as she took the pain I gave her. I unleashed my beast and swung my whip with fury as darlings cries made my desire to push her grow, to push myself as well. Our play moved along as a song, getting louder and faster at times and becoming soft and slow at others. We took our time and let the song play naturally as our bodies continued to feel the music until finally it was time for the song to come to an end. With the rhythm of the music, I let the song of our play grow to its crescendo as I whipped darling over and over again, harder and harder with each swing until her head swung back and her screams turned to sobs and tears poured from her eyes running down her face. I stepped to her as she turned and fell into my arms, her head on my shoulder, she cried out to me. I held her tightly and told her she was a good girl…..and slowly, ever so slowly…..we danced.
- August 6, 2015 at 7:19 am #11861Anonymous
That was intense. I could feel the music.
- August 6, 2015 at 8:19 am #11864Mr. Fox | Founder D/s-MKeymasterPremium Content | Through the Eyes of a husDOM™
Very nice scene indeed. What a connection that has grown between the two of you since we first met.
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