She strips down completely naked except for her cowboy boots in this room full of people. Some of them she knows very well...some she is acquainted with and some are total strangers. She lays face down upon the padded bench...the velvety softness of her favorite blanket caressing her skin. Head upon her arms, she closes her eyes as he begins to rub her body...one hand bare, the other encased in a fur mitten. The silkiness of the mitten caressing sensually...his bare hand lovingly. The sharp eagle claws embedded in the mitten begin to graze over her dermis....teasing her nerves....tickling the backs of her knees....down her spine....over her buttocks as they tense with the sensation...a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Harder," she says. She can feel the needle sharp points pressing into her skin....firm but not yet painful. Exquisite electricity coursing through her....back arching....arse flexing and relaxing almost convulsively....toes curling within her boots. Her heart quickens as her mind begins to drift. She hears the noises of the others in the room but no longer has the desire to observe them....his ministrations are leading her and she is more than willing to follow.
The claws are now biting into her tender flesh....keenly leaving their mark with each stroke. Her whole body clenching with each pass...she wills it to relax but she is slowly loosing control. Just as the luscious pain begins to send red flashes behind her closed lids, it's replaced by the bewitching down of the fur mitt. Her body melts...a pleasure filled moan escapes her lips...a trickle of wetness descends her thigh. She has drifted even further from this place....into a sea of bliss.
And the flogger strikes. She calls out a soft murmured "Yes!" just as it bites her again. Nipping at her derriere....attacking her shoulders...each assault a tantalizing indulgence. The soft leather strips licking at her flesh....harder and harder....eating at her like a crazed animal. She buries her face in the blanket to keep from screaming out with the celestial euphoria she is spiralling in. Flashes of lightening blinding her with every kiss of the whip. Her feet kicking as he tries to restrain her. Moisture pooling between her legs as her pussy pulsates....pleading for release.
How long has she endured this titillating torture? A minute? An hour? She knows not...only that her body will not withstand much longer before he pushes her over the edge. Just as she realizes this, her body convulses violently...she pushes forward and he grabs her, holding her down as she spills over the edge. As he pins her legs to the bench with one hand, he caresses her abused flesh again with the fur....and her whole body melts. She looses all awareness of her surroundings....the only thing that still exists his him....him and the maelstrom of pleasure and emotion raging through her tattered body.
It feels a life time before she floats back to reality. He leans down and gently kisses her cheek....she smiles, still unable to form a coherent thought. He continues to stroke her back...her buttocks...her legs...until finally, she is able to focus again. He helps her sit and the room spins around her. He has reduced her to nothing more than jelly...she cannot even walk without his support. He wraps the fur like blanket around her and leads her outside into the cool night air.
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