Some things you can only dream about

Madame Olanski 2

Fire could not even begin to describe the sensation that was

encompassing the muscles and skin that had just been attacked. The pain

was so intense, so hot, it felt as if drops of hot blood were running

down the cheeks of his ass. His rigid cock was squished between his body

and the unforgiving wall. Her fingers laced themselves through his hair

and he was pulled away from the support and tossed to the floor.

"On your back."

He almost balked at the command, there was no way he would be able to

lay down on the flaming injured organ his buttocks had become. He was

more terrified of having the beating ensue again, so he rolled over

slowly, carefully positioning himself on the icy floor. Surprisingly

the temperature of the tile was soothing to the flaming skin, and in

this position he could see her clearly, which was in a way a reward.

Her skin was flushed from the excitement of the encounter, or perhaps

just from the physical activity of beating the ever-loving hell out of

him. She was a vision of divine retribution. White stocking clung to

her legs, stopping at mid thigh where the garters from her corset

attached themselves. She had no panties on, and he was driven nearly

insane by the fact that she had shaven herself completely bare for this

encounter. Her breasts, were cradled and pushed up in an impossibly hot

red leather bra. While her nipples, long, hard and ripe, jutted out

through the cut out sections of the garment. With every breath she took

her nipples moved ever so slightly, and he thought he had never seen

anything so beautiful in his life.

His eyes are drawn to her cunt lips, saliva vanishes from his mouth as

he realizes she is glistening wet for him. Her fingers spread the slick

lips, showing him the rosy pearl of her clit. One long fingered nail

flicks at it, teasing it, taunting it, until it grows under her

ministrations like a tiny dick. His cock is raging hard, a shiny white

drop of precum gathers at the slit on his head. It grows bigger as he

watches her finger herself. With a slowness that is maddening she

begins to squat, carefully lowering herself towards his cock, and he

realizes that for once, just once she will actually let him inside the

tight nirvana of her cunt. Somehow she is balancing on those fuck

heels, slight millimeters from the head of his shaft. She is so close he

can feel her heat, feel her cum dripping on his shaft, he raises his

hips, trying to close the distance and her voice snaps out at him.

"Don't you FUCKING move, and don't you <I> dare</I> cum"

He weeps at the cruelty of her actions, to be so close and yet denied.

He stares in horror as her fingers fly upon the flesh of her cunt,

playing a bizarre speed concerto of pleasure upon her clit. His blood is

pounding in his ears, as he tightens his muscles trying to stop himself

from doing what she has forbade him. She keens and moans, her head

arches back, exposing alabaster flesh of her neck.. She is cumming

right there, a hairsbreadth from his cock.. Hell, he has been sent to

hell. Then blinding heat floods his cock and he realizes that he is

being scorched by scalding hot fluid. It takes him only an instant to

realize that she is pissing on his stiff cock, urinating all over him.

The hot liquid pools on the floor, reaching the raw bare skin of his

beaten ass and he screams in shock and then in a split second of lost

control he bucks up into her cunt and cums harder than he ever thought

possible. He panics, trying to stop something he has no control over

anymore. But it is too late, he has not only disobeyed her, he has

entered her without permission.

Without so much as a moments hesitation, she stands and walks away from

him.

His stomach knots as he hears the command.

"Assume your position on the wall."

He crawls past her feet, and claws his way back up to a standing

position. With out any preamble, the first blow is delivered and he

screams in a way he has never thought possible. High decibels of agony

come screeching from his very soul, as the leather strikes wet raw

skin. He is barely aware that his cock, pinned between tile and flesh

is beginning to twitch to life again.

Madame olanski 2

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