“Such a Good Grrl” was what he said into my ear as he squeezed my nipples harder and harder. And mentally, even though part of my brain was screaming “no more”, the other part was saying “but you want to be his Good Grrl – it’s not that bad.” And that other part – the part who wants to be a Good Grrl – always wins.
In return for my tolerance of the pain – my breathing – my moaning – is arousal. A wet pussy – a large clit – and a need to be fucked or to cum or both. I never care at that point – a release is just wanted.
Later, he bent me over the bed, spread my legs wide and proceeded to spank me using his hand – using a wooden spoon – using a crop. And even though it may have hurt – even though I may have bent my knees towards each other as I caught my breath and processed that pain – I kept my feet planted where they were.
“That’s my Good Grrl” was his praise as he took me higher and higher.
If my feet weren’t so firmly planted on the ground, I would have nailed them there just to get that response again – earn his praise.
He tied me up later – wrapping his hemp rope that he bought for me around my body – my arms – my breasts – my leg – my hair. He placed his collar on me. Then had me lean back on the bed. He pulled out his whip and told me to hold my legs open for him – giving him full access to my pussy and inner thighs. When I did, he uttered the phrase “that’s my Good Grrl” again.
He uttered it as I took his strokes from his whip – on my pussy and thighs. Or when he used just the end against the clothes pins he had put on my breasts and nipples. Each time I would start to pull back – pull away from him and his whip or crop – close myself to him – I would stop and give myself back to him – give him access again. And he would reward me with that praise: “that’s my Good Grrl”.
And that was how the night went – the ebb and flow of control – my finding pleasure in what he was doing even where most would probably find no pleasure. And in the end, when I was untied, we curled up in each others arms and I heard those words one more time: “That’s my Good Grrrl”
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11 Comments Add yours
Wow Ouch indeed
wow, I flinch-everytime. what control
hottt.. ouch heat. Nice marks
I admire you for that. Lovely marks!
Wow! That looks really painful!
LOVE the marks! I admire you as well!
Why say ‘ouch’, you guys? She was his Good Grrl and she wanted it all. Damn, that was really a session for you, Emmy! Happy HNT
I don’t think I’d find pleasure where you did, BUT… Reading you, I can understand how YOU did find pleasure there. A hot read, thanks 🙂
Glad you have someone to give you what you need. 🙂
There’s something so primal, so beautiful about your marks of passion…