The Dominissive part 3The Dominissive part 3- By:StretchmefillmeFor parts 1&2, please search for “The Dominissive” in stories or blogs. Thank you, I hope you enjoy!Again this story is a work of fiction.. sort of. I closed my eyes, as the room whirled about before coming to an abrupt stop. The feeling of soaring was something quite unexplainable, you would have to experience it first hand. What I can tell you is that it is a mixture of the best orgasm and the highest roller coaster at the same time. Well, for me it is anyways. There really is never a first time feeling I could use to describe it. Always, time after time it feels the same. His leather glove rough against my flesh. The kind you can buy at any garden variety store, except for in this case it came from downstairs. His family had owned the hardware store since settling here in the late 40’s. A neighborhood family owned business that had always pretty much been in the same building since it came to be. His parents had long since passed on, and his older sister wanted nothing to do with tools, gardening supplies or anything else in the store for that matter. She said that it was of no interest to her, and she would gladly sign over her half of the business to him if he would throw a few coins at her now and again. This was an arrangement that was between them and them alone, it would not carry unto her c***dren should she have any. “I’ve always loved suspension!” Ginny says clapping her hands in c***d like glee. I breathe in, shallow and slow trying to get used to the cotton rope binding my bits and bobs to the high vaulted ceilings. At first there was a bit of apprehension on my part, and it was something that we had to work on. Daddy always said what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, or wish it would have. The bitlis escort pinch of the rope against my inner thighs wound up my torso felt in all honestly delicious. He was really into rigging, having been a rigger by trade before his parents died suddenly in a house fire 13 years prior. He works on tying intricate knots, placed in various places, my favorite being against my crotch. Predicament Bondage is growing on me.. Trying to avoid immense pleasure or nagging dull pain is quite the feat sometimes. Either way you wiggle sometimes you’re screwed. He places another strand of rope through the pulley, and gives it a tug, pulling my right leg from my left exposing my freshly waxed slit. The cotton knot rubs deliciously against my clit making me squirm, which in turn pulls at the weighted clover clips on my nipples. I can’t decide which I loathe or crave more. The mixture of emotions and sensations intense.. I let out a supple moan. “Quite, Mine. I didn’t give you permission during lesson to make any noise. Very important you don’t say anything at all while I am suspending you lest you’re hurt. Understood?” He asks patiently. “Sir, yes Sir.” I respond.So, I’m rigged up now, hanging in mid air about 5 feet off the ground at mouth to crotch level with Daddy. He likes suspending us higher he says, because of his height and the fact that he can raise and lower us at his will. But when he does lower us, we know that we are in for a special treat. With his left hand he flicks on the hand held massager. “Do you want this, baby girl?” he teases, flicking it off again. I sigh in exasperation his right hand brushing my taut flesh just under my buttock. Ahh ! The vampire glove! My pulse quickens, in anticipation. Never knew what would happen with those bolu escort things. The sting could be delicious, or sensual depending on his mood. He pulls at the ropes above my head setting me into motion.. Flicking the massager on again, it comes to life with a buzz. He catches me by my foot, giving it a squeeze launching the massager at my exposed cunt. I wriggle against my confinement my body confused at the sudden assault, but wanting more! I’m let go again being teased with the massager every time the momentum pushes me forward. Oh torture, sweet sweet torture. Every time my body fights it and I involuntarily wriggle against the ropes, the knot presses against my exposed flesh rubbing my clitty. He pulls me closer yet again. Lowering me, he rubs at my labia, my wetness evident in the huge mirror as he spins me around to look at myself. I did look beautiful, but seeing myself in such a predicament was a real turn on too.. I watch him in the mirror, his foot on the rope. He lowers his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxer briefs. 9 inches of terror as the other girls called it, and I never would understand why until now. He spins me around my legs spread opened, my honey hole vulnerable. He pulls the rope a bit raising me up to perfection. Bringing me to him, I feel him pressing against my velvety slit. His hot rod throbbing, the tip dripping with precum. This was to be our first time together. He begins stroking himself with his left hand, and moistens his right after pulling the vampire glove off with his teeth. His hot skin brushes against my flesh creating goose pimples. I wanted him, I wanted the kind of relationship I had seen in the movies, I craved being his one and only. I longed for him to take me and make me truly His. He pulls burdur escort me closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh, and he kisses me. “Be a good girl, Mari,” he whispers, as he slides a moistened finger slowly into my snatch. My chest heaves, I am trying to be quiet but finding it impossible. The ropes pinching me in places I didn’t know existed but I don’t care. “Look at me, baby girl..” he coos. I don’t break eye contact. He slides another finger inside of me, and I feel a pinch. My mouth lets out a silent whimper. “Good girl,” he says. I can’t take my eyes off of him. No one else is there in the moment with us. He rubs at the rope gently, my head falls back as he presses just behind the inside of my belly button. A wave of pleasure, much like the one in the bathroom only 3 weeks ago. “Ohhh, My lovely slut…” he whispers pulling his fingers out of my cunt and sliding them into my mouth. “See how you taste, girl? This is a taste you will never ever ever experience again.. suck” he whispers burying his face in my neck. He bites my earlobe gently as I do what I was told. My tongue instinctively swirls at the salty mess on his fingers.. It tasted sweet, and salty and a bit like a wound. In fact, it should have. This was my first time. He slides the fingers back into my wet cunt, working them in and out, in and out. My body quickens, my face flush.. I keep watch in the mirror, as he rubs against my honey hole with his thick uncut cock. I bite my lip feeling as grown up as I ever had. I watch his ass muscles flex as he slides into me. As I fight against my restraints, he uses them to thrust me, pumping in and out of me. 1,2,3,4 times more filling me with his seed. He lets out a guttural moan, Ginny and Charlotte at his feet. He steps aside, the girls knowing what to do they begin to lap at me like puppies. A mixture of me, and him dripping out of my slit as he lowers me to near floor height.. I was finally his. I was theirs.. And I now belonged. I let myself go, closing my eyes I fall into mind shattering orgasm after orgasm.To be continued