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A Hard Road
Copy Rights reserved: Magenta Black 2003
It was a windy day, one Friday. When Magenta was walking down the street to her local SM shop. All for a supply of her much needed massage oil. Her sub could never take the feel of her hands, when she made contact with him and the added smell of the Rosemary heightened both his and her pleasure of arousal. Yet, she never once gave in to him begging her for release. Magenta got excited the more he did so. Leading her to drive him insane with such longings. Even whilst Magenta was walking down this street, the thoughts about the evening ahead were driving her into arousal. Knowing that in just a few hours, her sub would be washing her toes with his tongue. This being the case, Mark would be lying on his back, tied to the bed in handcuffs and a leg spreader to make access easier for her. He knew the risks of a wrong move. If he failed to comply to her every command, Magenta would use the bit gag on him. It was hard enough for Mark to cope with, when she used the blindfold on him. He never knew when or where she would strike next. But knowing Magenta, as he did. He did not doubt, that she could not please him. The instant he heard her crack the leather whip, Mark would get a sensation in the pit of his stomach. He knew any moment Magenta would touch him like a feather and send him to heights he could not release until she gave the command. There was something else about these evenings that Mark enjoyed. He knew that this was one evening that Magenta would be completely satisfied, out of every normal occurrence in their relationship. As Magenta's fantasies were mind blowing to her as much as anyone else. She would spend the whole day beforehand in preparation and the more she thought about it, the more Magenta desired the evening and him. He wanted to please and made sure that before he entered the den, that he had showered. This being the case, he never knew if she was going to surprise him and order a joint bath. As he knew, Magenta never once kept their evenings the same. Or if she had been buying any new toys from their local SM supplier.
The evening was ready, Magenta looked at the clock in the den and knew that in just fifteen minutes, Mark would be walking through the door. She knew he would have changed in the room next to the den. As that was the rule. She had laid out a dressing gown for him, as regularly done. This was a sure fire way of never letting him be prepared for their evening. Surprise was the aim of the game. Magenta had the oil, it was ready to be used. Since she had the bottle lying in a bowl of hot water. The candles were burning around the edge of the bath.
Magenta heard the door. Mark was here! She sat ready to greet him, in just her panties and stockings. Magenta knew that as soon as he saw her, he would have instant arousal. In fact, he did! Mark walked through the door and was stunned and humiliated. Not only did he have an erection, but she could see it too. The dressing gown she had left out for him was a new one and see through. Magenta smiled, she knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling and she enjoyed every moment of it. At that moment she pounced onto him, tied his arms behind his back and put a blindfold over his eyes. Magenta pushed him onto the bed and rubbed her crotch up against him and just as quick as she had started, she stopped! Magenta loved to build tension into Mark and then just leave him to cry for more. She gave no mercy! As Mark was lying on the bed, Magenta decided that now was the moment she had been yearning for. She wanted Mark to clean her toes with his lips and tongue. The feel of his tongue would get her wet and this produced a build up, she ached for and she knew he would hate it. After a few moans and a few of his stifles, Magenta guided him into the ensuite bathroom and guided him onto the chair she had provided in the bath. She then got another pair of handcuffs and tied him to the chair. Magenta then started to stroke him gently with her fingers. Loving the softness of his pubic hair and the strain his penis and balls were having by her touch. She then started to pour water gently over his body whilst standing behind him and cradling him in her arms, as if he was a baby. Magenta started to ask Mark if he would like to drink her. Mark knew he must not say no to his Domme, yet the idea of the tasting her repulsed him. He was no baby, he wanted to be free to explore her, yet he could not. Mark knew that one error would lead to punishment. Magenta had made sure of that, by the cracking of her long leather whip from time to time. He could remember the pain it could cause. So he drank, until she was satisfied.
Moments later, Magenta took Mark and placed him back onto the bed and gently dried him with a soft towel. Then after she finished drying herself, she started to massage him with the Rosemary oil she had bought earlier. Remembering that he got turned on when she touched his soft spots between his loins. Thus Mark getting harder and harder and then she stopped. Demanding he lie on top of her and massage her breasts. Mark enjoyed this, but so wanted the blindfold to be removed. Yet, Magenta knew that he was more aroused and not in control with it still in place. So whilst, she was getting pleased, he was getting further arousal. With every touch their arousal was heightening, the need becoming an urgency that soon she would not be able to control. Magenta wanted to feel his hard between her legs, the warmth that only he could provide.
Magenta told Mark to return to lying back on the bed. She took to the handcuffs again and tied his wrists the the brass headboard. His legs were then placed, so she could fit the ankle cuffs to each leg. This was a great way for her to make sure that Mark could not move his way out of her control. Magenta then took Mark's blindfold off. So he could see her removing her panties and for her to tie the panties over his face in replace of the blindfold. Magenta then started to sit over Mark's hard, pulsating and erect penis. Slowly at first, she started to move and rub herself against him. With her right hand behind her back she was holding his hard and stroking it like a feather. Then slowly Magenta reached into the bedside table and found the most sensitive condom she had and slowly rolled it over him. The she started to force herself down on him. Moving in time to the rhythm of the clock at first and then gradually speeding it up to the speed of her pulsating urges. Getting faster and faster, when each urge arrived. Only knowing, that the moment she wanted to be free, would she release Mark from his blindfold of her panties. The heat was rising to tropical temperatures, Magenta could not contain herself anymore from her need. She quickly untied her panties and released one wrist from the handcuffs and told him to feel her. He quickly obliged. Sucked one her breasts and immediately put his hand around her rear. Magenta moved faster and faster, purring in the dream of it. Aching to be set free of her burning chains of need. Magenta, took the other handcuff off, so freeing Mark more. She could feel Mark was close to explosion and increased the pace some more. Magenta tightened her pelvis around him and Mark exploded, thus setting Magenta into the explosive realms of her dreams. Two bodies in unison creating wave after wave of pure sweet orgasms.
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