Chloe's Obsession
Date: 18.05.2008
Keywords: Chloe's, Obsession,
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He chuckled wickedly, "I"m sorry, Chloe, but that is too bad. You will never fuck my delightful little wife. For you see, she has no idea of this parallel universe of Dominance and submission. She is like your Robert. She would be shocked and appalled to know what goes on in this room every Wednesday afternoon. To her, women like you don"t exist - can"t exist, really."
Chloe could only shudder and moan under his skillful manipulation of her body. Only the pain mattered now, pain and the quest for that great thunderclap of orgasmic release, the thunder that could only be triggered by the searing, white-hot lightning.
He withdrew his fingers from her mouth and cunt. He wiped her ass cheeks with her saliva and her pussy cream, and rubbed it into her flesh. Chloe knew that the slick, wet surface would only make the rest of her spanking hurt that much more.
Then, unexpectedly, he poured the contents of the ashtray filled earlier by the eager young waiter over Chloe"s ass. He massaged the creamy semen into her skin, his fingers pushing it into her cunt and her ass at the same time.
"When you see that waiter again, and you will see him again – I insist upon it – you will tell him that you have been fucked with his come, that it is in your cunt and your ass. And here, let"s make it complete. Here is some for your mouth, too. You will be able to tell him that, indirectly, he has fucked you in each and every one of your fuck-holes. You can tell him what a true slut you are, Chloe."
Chloe moaned and thrashed about on his lap at the image in her mind of her deliberately tracking down and confronting the man who had licked her cunt and who had knelt before her to jerk off in front of her inaccessible, unattainable cunt, to tell him where his come was.
"I want you to put your hands underneath you, Chloe. I want you to masturbate. Play with your clit. Finger your cunt. I want to feel your hands on my cock. Take it out of my pants and hold it against your slit."
Her libido was off the charts as she reached beneath her belly to unzip his pants and take out his cock.
"Thank you, Sir, for letting me touch you, and hold you. Ohmigod, you are so hard, your cock is so magnificent, Sir. I am a slave to your cock." She began to masturbate, rubbing her fingers up and down her drenched, gushing slit and pinching her clit. She lowered herself back down on his lap, so that his cock was now directly beneath her grasping, fast-moving fingers.
He reached again for Chloe"s head and grabbed a fistful of her long, silky hair, winding it around his hand to ensure that she could not jerk away from him. "You are so beautiful, like this, Chloe. You are the perfect masochist. Absolutely perfect."
With that, he began to spank her again, this time using his bare hand on her ass. This punishment was much more intimate and personal to Chloe than that of the dead wood of the paddle. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Each time he hit her ass cheek, Chloe moaned and wiggled on his lap and begged for more.
Her spanking continued, unabated as he established a new rhythm, flesh against flesh, direct and uncompromisingly personal. Chloe felt herself getting closer and closer to a great damburst of an orgasm.
"Put your fingers in your cunt, Chloe! Fuck yourself! Pinch your clit with your other hand," he commanded. "Pinch it HARD! Use your fingernails. Now! Faster! Harder!"
Chloe panted and sobbed and moaned. Her body was slick with sweat. The air was permeated with the scent of herself, heady and strong, the raw, primal smell of a bitch in heat, and of a lust-crazed painslut searching desperately for that final enervating surge of electricity to send her rocketing out of her body into a mind-blowing orgasm.
Faster and faster his hand rained the blows down on her ass. Chloe jerked and spasmed under his assault and that of her fingers on her clit and cunt. She was at the knife-edge, she was ready. Suddenly, she burst through the final barrier, and she felt herself getting ready to explode in a red mist of flesh and blood.
"Please, Sir, I need to come! Oh, god, fuck me! Now! Now! Now! Please, please, oh god, pleeeease!"
Chloe was a spasming, kinetic little fuck-puppet on his lap, completely unable to control herself. Holding off her orgasm, waiting for permission, took every last ounce of willpower she had.
"Yes, Chloe, come NOW! NOW! Come for me! Feel the pain! Ride the wave! NOW!" As he barked out his command, he picked up a leather strap. He began to spank Chloe"s ass and thighs in a blur of motion.
Chloe arched her back and thrashed her legs as her body jerked and danced under the wicked assault of her fingers and his leather strap. She felt his cock dance and pulse beneath her pussy. As her orgasm engulfed her, he held her hair in his teeth to pull her head as far back as possible, while he freed a hand to find a nipple to pull and twist and pinch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh, god, I"m cummmmmming. Yes! Oh, yes! Again! Again! Harder! Harder! Please, Sir! More! More! Ohmigod, I can"t stop coming! Please, Sir, let me fuck your cock! I want you inside me. Pleeeeaaaaaase!"
Chloe continued to buck and jump on his lap for what seems like an eternity, before she slumped down and collapsed on top of him. She rested there, as inert as a log, until he tipped her over onto the floor, at his feet.
Chloe remained where she had slipped onto the floor, a damp heap of girl-flesh, waiting for the next act in the play to begin.
*Interlude: Preparing the Canvas*
He sat on the couch, contemplating the incredible woman sprawled on the floor at his feet. To have found such a heavenly beauty; with such an exquisite body; and with the soul of the perfect, quintessential masochist; was unbelievable.
She was so greedy for, and needful of, the pain she needed to find her inner self. So completely open, giving and submissive in her trust in him to give her what she needed. She was a perfect match for him, his true mirror image. He vowed to cherish and nurture her, and to sustain her in her quest for the ultimate orgasm and the solace and freedom she sought through the pain she endured on her journey.
He gently stroked her hair, comforting her like the treasured pet she had become. "I will never hurt you more than you need to be hurt, my sweet Chloe," he murmured. "You are so incredibly beautiful, so open and trusting, so needful of this, this ritual dance between giver and receiver, Master and submissive. Your body is my canvas. The whip, the flogger, the crop – they are our paintbrushes. Together, we create something more beautiful and more wonderful and enduring than anybody can possibly know or understand."
Chloe remained motionless, basking in the afterglow of the first act in today"s drama, and in the soft words of praise and honor being bestowed upon her by the man who had just delivered her into the first circle of the otherworldly realm she so much wanted to reach.
"Thank you, Sir. I am so glad I found you. You make me complete, whole." Her voice trailed off momentarily, before she continued, a quiet, pensive tone creeping into her voice. "Yes, what we do together is, indeed, beautiful, Sir. It is truly unique and something that few can even contemplate. But for me, this is bliss, this is what I well and truly need."
Chloe paused again. She sat up and searched, groping blindly for his hands with hers. When he slipped her fingers inside his large, powerful hands; she deliberately slid her hands out of his grasp and held his fingers firmly in her small, delicate grasp. She lowered her head and kissed each of his fingers in turn, and then sucked each digit into her mouth.
"Now, Sir, please whip me," she begged him. "Mark me. I want to wake up tomorrow morning, and the morning after that, and the morning after that, and see the vivid evidence of your passion and feel, again, the wonderful, liberating pain you give me here, today. Robert is out of town this week on business. He left this morning. I have no need to hide my marks from anyone this week. I want you to mark me so that the welts do not fade so quickly."
She looked up at him with her shrouded eyes. "Yes, please do use my skin as your canvas. Whip me "hard". Etch and engrave my flesh with the evidence of the wickedness and the love we share here, together."
Chloe held his hands in hers and placed them on her cheeks, pressing his palms against her face. She looked up at him, not seeing him with her blindfolded eyes, but yet staring into his soul. "Please, Sir. Do it now."
He drank in the sight of the lithe, model-like blonde goddess kneeling blindfolded at his feet waiting to be whipped. Asking to be whipped. She was offering herself, begging to be stripped naked, exposing both her soft, luscious, flesh and the deepest, darkest corners of her mind to him. How could he refuse her?
He stood up, wrapping a swath of platinum hair around his fist. "I will honor your request, Chloe. I will paint you with long, sinuous red stripes of searing pain. When you unveil your body and see what I have done, you will see yourself as you truly are – the perfect masochist, and a slave to pain, a slave to the whip."
Chloe followed him on hands and knees, as he pulled her forward by her hair. Her pulse raced and her heart pounded in her chest. Could she take it? Would it be as spectacular and wonderful as she had dreamed? Being marked with bright red lines, the kind that last for days, is something she had dreamed of for a long time.
Now, she was about to realize her dream. Would the reality match the fantasy? The thought was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
And she was about to find out.
After having been dragged across the room, Chloe was pulled to an upright position while she knelt on the painfully throbbing flesh of her ass. Out of nervousness as much as a sign of obedience, she clasped her hands together behind her back, and waited.
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