Home Game

He was in her house.  On her turf. 

She should have felt some sort of assurance from that, but she didn't.  She felt a bit self conscious - awkward in her own home.  This was her territory.  She made the rules here , she decided what happened, and when.

Yet here she was, naked and exposed, feeling like a little girl in trouble.

She liked it.

She brought Him her crop, bridle straps and clothespins as she was told, and was now kneeling in front of Him - her ass in the air and head on the floor.

She both loved and hated being like this.  It's a humiliating position, being presented like that.  Your sex is RIGHT there, no way to hide anything.  There's no modesty allowed.

And yet it excited her, doing something good girl's don't do.

He took the clothespins and and clamped them on her inner thighs, and on her cunt.  They hurt, especial on her sex.

She felt the bridle straps running along her back, and shivered in anticipation.   He brought them down hard, maybe too hard.  She can never really tell if it's too much, or if it is just the contrary part of her fighting letting go.

She took it well, though, and only found her breathing labored when He stopped.

He took the clothespins off, slowly dragging them off her skin. 

She was wet, very wet.  She could feel it against her thighs.

He smacked her with the crop - using it like a cane against her buttocks and the back of her legs.

She gasped and tried to stay still, but it became too much and she had to bring her hands to her face to keep her from protecting her ass.

She knelt there, and felt herself slip away.