Breathing through her – A mistress from another world – part 17

I love the smell of sweat, the sweet spot of pleasure and the harsh strokes that come at me with all the strength that she’s capable of. I’m on my back, completely naked, pressed hard against the cold floor and feeling my heart beating into it, like I’m trying to curve it and fit my back better on the flat surface.

Her knee is holding my chest down, barely allowing my lungs to do their job. The upside is the view, as she has her legs wide open she gives me a perfect point to admire the curvature of her perfect back going down to the beautiful ass that’s so close to my head. The handcuffs on my hands are not enough, she puts another pair on my feet and puts distance between my bent legs with a rope which I must keep stretched all the time.

I see a spanking wire close to her and probably I’ll feel that on me later on, because it’s impossible to just be there. The question of where she’s going splash its tip is now gone, I’m face up… I can’t take my eyes of her back, her smell and her shakes that have no effect over those tight buns. I wish she could find more things to tie on me so I can have this image for a longer time. If I lift my head a bit I could just bite her leather panties and pull them off a bit… daring thought, huh?

After she’s done with all the ties, she gets up and admires her work. I wonder why no gag is present in my mouth, perhaps she wants to hear me screaming and biting my own tongue. Our eyes meet and without looking the other way, she slowly pulls her panties away. No rush here, she’s doing it really slow, enjoying my pupils growing and my heart pushing the chest harder. She turns with her back and waves her ass a bit while the panties slowly slide down. I’m aroused to the maximum now, my throbbing penis has a mind of its own and wants to leave towards her like a rocket. I see her looking at me over her shoulder with a kinky look, knowing very well what her actions are doing to me. When the panties hit the floor, I twitch a bit because now I’m excited to see what is next.

She comes close to my head, kneels and caresses my face with a soft touch and smiles, completely throwing me into the hands of confusion. I might be wrong thinking that she will be tough on me, perhaps she only likes to see me on the floor, unable to do anything and completely exposed. As she sits there in her knees, she goes further away, covering my face with her leg opening. Oh, how much I want to taste that juicy spot, inches away from my mouth now…

Feeling my breath on her skin, she gets even closer to me, touching the tip of my nose with her vagina, going back and forward as in slow motion, determining me to push my tongue out of my mouth and shy touching her. As soon as she felt my tongue, she just sat on my face with all her weight. No air could enter in me, I just had her sweetness on me, trying to fight it somehow but in the same time, trying to bring it even closer. After a few seconds, she let me breath, and just when I finished taking the air she took the spanking wire in a split second and stroke me with it on my hard manhood.

That blow was so stinging that I thought it passed through my skin and went directly to the floor. I even forgot to breath and started to cough when she pushed her weight on my face again, leaving me twitching and searching for air. I was so undecided, to enjoy her juice and let this behind or to prepare for the next shot. As she get up to let me breath, I strained all my muscles for the spank, but forgot to take air… how unfortunate, because she did not spanked me but pushed her round perfect ass again on my face. This time my mouth was uncovered so I could breathe.

“Taste that juice Slave, take it all” – I started licking like a mad man, swallowing and going for more, afraid to run out of it. Just when I felt like I need no air but just her liquids filling me, feeding my joy, another spank slashed between my open legs like a lightning on a tree. The sound of a wounded lion came out of my mouth but was quickly braised by her again. A storm of decisions was going through my head, trying to organize my thoughts and decide what is more important: air, her, taking the pain… her again. If she crossed my mind twice, I was sure that I can take whatever she serves me and enjoy her taste in my mouth.

She gets up and starts giving me spank after spank, each coming harder and faster. I screamed and lifted my head against her perfect shapes, trying to lift her a bit, but she put me on the floor again with her weight. No air, again… stupid me and my priorities…

She let me take in all the air in the room, breathing chaotic. Standing up and looking at me, she throws the spanking wire and draws a satisfied breath, fondling her hair. The closet opens and she pulls out a huge spanking paddle with small iron beads on it!

“Well, now that we’re all warmed up, let’s get to serious business”.

By Savvy Femina