A Burning Stick of The Flame...
Now that Brad has Amy convinced to be his willing sex slave, I decided to dive a little deeper. Would Amy choose this lifestyle or reject it? Brad loves her, and she certainly has feelings for him... Contains a paddling scene that still gets me juicy!
Excerpt from the short story
The Flame:
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Brad played with her long red hair
murmuring, “My beautiful Feral.” He grasped the back of her neck and kissed her
deeply. The look he gave her at the end of the kiss was ripe with tenderness.
Brad escorted her to The Room and asked her to strip down while he retrieved
something from the kitchen. Amy stood in the secret room naked and alone. She
looked at the wall of sex toys and wondered what tonight’s entertainment would
be.
Brad returned with a single chair and
placed it next to her. “I need you to get the paddle off the wall.” Amy’s
insides churned. Was he going to punish her for what happened earlier with Troy?
She took it down slowly, her hand trembling as she walked back to him.
When she returned to his side, Brad was already
wearing his leather mask and had other items laid out for her on a small table
next to the chair. She handed the paddle over saying softly, “Don’t hurt me,
Master.”
Brad’s green eyes stared at her from
behind the dark mask. “I will do what I want, Feral.” She was relieved when he
smiled and added, “But I promise you will like it.” He cared about her; she
knew that. Besides, Amy could always say the safety phrase if Brad went past
her comfort level.
“Present your breasts to me.”
Amy moved closer to him and stuck out
her chest. He took the nipple clamps and strung a round bead onto the chain.
Brad held it up to her. “This gives weight. It will swing when you move.”
He proceeded to play with her left
nipple until it was erect. Then he applied the clamp and adjusted it until she
gasped. The initial feeling was not pleasant, but she knew that soon the
sensation would feel like someone sucking on her nipple. It was something she
enjoyed immensely. She watched as Brad pinched her right nipple, readying it
for the clamp. Amy swallowed hard when the second one was applied. Although the
weight on the chain was light, she could definitely feel the difference. It
took longer for the numbness to take hold but once it did, she felt the juices
between her legs start flowing.
Brad sat down on the chair and patted
his lap. “Lie down on my knees.”
Amy did as he asked, noticing her
movement caused the chain to swing. It made her very aware of her nipples. When
she lay over his legs, the weight on the chain pulled down on them. The
pressure felt just like a man sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. It
was delightfully erotic.
Brad rubbed her ass gently. “Have you
ever been spanked for pleasure, Feral?”
“No, Master.”
He slapped her ass cheeks with his bare
hand and she yelped. The chain swung back and forth, giving her breasts extra
stimulation. She didn’t care for his hand, but the nipple clamps were oh so
exciting.
“Do you like that?”
“No, Master.”
“Maybe this will be more pleasing to
you.” Amy saw him pick up the paddle from the table. “Spread you legs a
little.” Amy did so reluctantly. “When I find the right angle this will feel pleasurable.”
He swung the paddle down and a loud
smack echoed in the room. The impact took her breath away. The chain swung from
the motion. Her ass stung, but she did not find it enjoyable. Brad swung again
at a slightly different angle and the impact caused a tingling burst of fire
deep inside her. Amy moaned. The feeling quickly dissipated, but it left her buttocks
feeling pleasantly warm.
“Better?” She nodded her head, curious
if he could make it happen again. The third impact sent a thousand little
bursts throughout her groin area and she cried out in pleasure.
“More,” she begged.
