You
have me all dressed up in the black kimono that you bought me.
You
love making the ropes so tight on me. You like to hear them creak
when you pull them, cutting into the cloth, pressing into me so
cruelly. You get that lovely and evil grin when you hear me moan as
every knot is tied. You savor my whimpers as you push and pull on the
ropes, both of us knowing that the aches will soon start and the
sighing and moaning will never stop until you let me go...if you ever
let me go...if I even want you to let me go.
My
small, pink tongue lightly licks at my lips. The gag...the ever
delicious gag you will fill my tiny mouth with. But you just shake your
head at me. You tell me that I don't get the gag because I don't
deserve it...I've been bad...
So,
it will be a punishment tonight. But you have me all dressed up, all
bound up so tight...the punishment won't be about destroying
me...just to tease me...to work me up...to make me beg you with my
eyes, small lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, almost
panting...you won't let me speak, to beg you for the gag I want, the
pleasures you can give me, that I crave...
You
caress my face with the crop, feeling the leather glide over my cheeks,
whispering against my skin...wanting you to strike my face, to feel
the sting...knowing that I will soon feel it...everywhere...small
stings making me jerk against the ropes...sharp strikes that make me
wordlessly cry out...whimper...the tears welling up in my eyes...at
that point you don't even need me to speak...
You'll
simply let my body feel tight inside, against the ropes, skin
tingling with the blows...getting so, so, so wet...and
then...you'll just leave....
And
I have to lay here and cry softly until you decide to let me have the
pleasure....
