True Sex Stories: The Mind Fuck Was An Amazing Roller Coaster Ride

Where do I start? He says it started last night when I was asking him to hurt me. That was music to a sadist's ears!

This morning when he asked me if I was ready for him to start hurting me I replied "Huh? Those were night-time words. I'm just waking up now. It would have to be very gentle warmup, I think." This of course meant coffee, breakfast, and catching up on our favourite blogs. I love these gloriously slow Sunday mornings after all the rush of day-to-day life. We didn't head off to the Black Room but instead went back to bed to cuddle.

Then he started whispering in my ear about flogging my pussy, and he decided that we should do it in the bedroom because there was more space to swing the flogger. He would follow it up with walloping with his hand. Because it's summer here, and serious bikini weather, I didn't want to have marks in places that would arouse questions from my family and friends, so he decided to focus solely on my cunt.

I was stretched out naked on the bed when he returned with a variety of implements …including his crop and his cane. He told me to get spread-eagled on the bed, but my brat was alive and well and I went face down, spread-eagled on my hands and knees, which earned me a good slap on my bottom!

When I was properly positioned on my back he held the black suede flogger in his hand and started gently flogging my pussy, but because I was laying flat the tails flicked across my labia in the most painful way. He soon switched to the crop, just tapping me, letting me feel the mind fuck, because I know how much pain can be caused by a crop. A couple of firmer taps on my clit, and then he picked up the cane.

I've seen a picture of a cane being held just so over a woman's clit, and I hated it and loved it, and I was curious about what it would be like. But this was not a picture on the internet; this was real, and the cane was hitting me. They were soft hits, but I knew they could get instantly harsher. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. My own mind worked overtime with every one: I knew that each time it could be the real ouchie hit.

I desperately wanted to grab at the cane to stop that potential smack. My hands shook as they started to move towards it, and then were forced back again by my own will. Again and again this happened, while the tap, tap, tap continued. My anticipation built and built. I hated it and loved it and could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter.

Finally my anxiety began to spill over as the tears overwhelmed me. He stopped and comforted me, and he told me what a brave girl I had been. Something about the cuddling and stepping away from the mind fuck was like getting off an amazing roller coaster ride. That was fun!

Then he pulled out the Magic Wand. I thought I might get to use it, like in our lovely mutual masturbation last night, but he had other ideas. I was allowed to spread my labia and expose my clit for him, and then he switched the fucker on High and pressed it right onto it; and he watched me go a little berserk as he held it there. He helped me keep still by putting his other hand across my throat. That was fuck yeah hot! He built me up a few times nearly to orgasm, and then he turned it off to watch my frustrated wriggling.

But I did get a chance to hold it when he focussed on hurting my nipples. Most of the time I watch his face: it helps me anticipate what is coming, and it distracts me from looking at what he is doing. James knows this, so he decided to play with it. He positioned his fingers for flicking my nipple and he made me look at them. (Have I mentioned that I hate having my nipples flicked?) He talked me through the anticipation, then he flicked my nipple hard, and then made me watch while he did it all over again.

He would tell me to stop the Magic Wand, and then he would slap my pussy. Most of the time they were medium slaps, but sometimes they were harder or such a long stream of slaps that my instinct to roll away overwhelmed me.

We switched back to the flogger, and this time I raised my hips in the air and spread my legs wide. It was a much better sensation – thuddier – because the flogger was coming right down on my pussy. It was like getting groped hard but, erm, more so.

I was being a good girl. When he reached out his hand to rub my clit hard I began slutting myself against it, humping his hand. And when he told me to spread my legs for whatever implement he wanted to use on me, I did so.

My head was fucked, fucking fucked. He'd made my own fears ride high, and I fucked myself more viciously than he would ever have to. He grasped my nipples firmly, and he started to put more pressure on as I held the Magic Wand hard against my clit like he'd told me to. He told he was going to hurt me and make me scream. It was going to be blinding white-hot searing pain, making my nipples sing. My head fuck reached a peak.

I looked up at him, and I watched him as he fed upon my fear and my submission. My helpless squirming and whimpering was making him hard. I said, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? And watching you do this to me is getting me off too." In that moment I felt an emotional release that found its way to my cunt. Then he squeezed hard and everything else disappeared.

He got naked. I love his body, and I loved stroking it all over. I gave him kisses, nuzzles, and all the vanilla stuff …until he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. Yeah, that works for me too. I knew that cunt fucking was not far away now, but first I got to enjoy a bit of cock worship with my lips and tongue.

Sliding onto him was tender, and when I told him that he roughed it up a bit to take advantage of each little wiggle as I adjusted to his length and girth. Then I got to grind against his body, and it was even better when he pulled me against him as he forced his cock head against my cervix. It didn't take long to make me come.

"You know I am going to hurt you, don't you?" Yes, I did know this, and I also know he likes to remind me. He likes to hurt me, and he likes it even better when I ask him to hurt me.

My endorphined brain can't recollect all of the delicious details, but I do know that he spanked me, and he fucked me hard until I came and came and came. We fucked until we both ran out of energy. Time for more coffee and more breakfast!

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