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His skin cut and his bones cracked as he supported her full weight. She bounced up down, pricking her stilettos into him.
Leaning down, she uncoiled her whip and placed it around his neck. As she pulled on it, he knew that it was her signal for him to rise to his knees. As quickly as he was able, he pushed himself up onto all fours and waited. He could feel her standing over him, the leather of her boots brushing the sides of his chest. She slipped the whipcord over his chin and yanked it up so that it rested under his nose. Now, with the slightest pressure, Mistress Sin could cause him discomfort to his nose. The whip was taut and with even the slightest movement he was in pain. The slave was taken by surprise as she suddenly bent her legs and dropped onto his back. Her buttocks bore down on him and his backbone buckled like a willow twig. She continued to shift about and he could feel the strain in his muscles. Using all his concentration, the slave tried his best to hold himself still. He could feel her soft, warm buttocks pressing down onto his bare flesh. Although he found it difficult to hold his position, he was strangely aroused by having her backside actually in contact with him. She rubbed herself up and down the knobbles of his spinal cord and he imagined the pleasure which she was giving herself. |
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