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Kayla’s Romantic Evening With A Sadist Phonesex

Romantic

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The freezing rain drove down hard as I arrived at his house for our romantic evening. The thin coat I wore did nothing to keep out the cold and just the short jog from the car to his doorstep had me shivering like crazy. Inside the house was toasty warm and his gentle hug was even warmer.

His lips brushed against my ear while we hugged. “I hope you are ready for tonight, little girl. Strip down.” His voice was soft and even when he instructed me. Lulling me into a false safe hood. Bracing against the front door, I removed my shoes and stocking. Then my dress came off over my head. He gave me a pleased grin when he saw I didn’t bother with panties or a bra for the evening.

Romantic Evening With A Sadist

 

Of course, he looked me over then, inspecting my exposed form. Checking my limbs and core for marks or bruises left behind by someone else but my pale skin was unmarked. An open canvas for his playtime. This caused a pleasant hum to escape from his chest. “To the living room.” His big hand on my lower back guided me through the foyer and into the hot living room.

He had a roaring fire stoaked and my naked body leaned into the warming licks of the flames. My Sadist watched me warm myself while pouring himself a drink. “Warm enough?” He asked while swirling the whiskey around his ice. I nodded and he called me over with a twitch of his fingers. “Not for long.” His growl was menacing.

A rope of bailing twine, coiled innocently on his couch became dangerous in his hands. He looped it a few times around my waist then down between my legs. The scratchy twine rubbed on my clit roughly and he tugged it incredibly tight between my buttcheeks to knot it to the bits wrapped around my waist.

Next, he placed metal clothespins on each of my nipples. The pressure around my peaked nipples caused my aching clit to pulse. “Now for the fun to begin.” He chuckled wickedly and pushed open the glass door to his patio. Thick, meaty fingers looped around the twine above my ass cheeks and he pulled me outside onto the open patio. I squeaked but I don’t know if it was in pain, pleasure or the fresh shock of the frigid rain on my body. Shoving me to my knees, then lifting my wrists he bound me to the wrought iron fencing with my arms above my head.

My wicked Sadist leaned down then, to kiss my forehead. The rain was coming down so hard, I had to keep blinking just to look up at him. Instantly I was shivering. Every tremble made the clothespins and rope bite into my frozen flesh.

Romantic Pain For a Mashocist

 

My mind was a blur of emotions and sensations when he walked backward, back into the living room and closed the door. He sat on the comfy couch and lit a cigar. The waft of smoke that blew from his grin told me I was in for an incredibly romantic evening full of blissful pain.

The rain seemed relentless in aiding him in his plans. It blew with an icy wind across my flesh to make my teeth chatter together. My Sadist looked so warm and comfortable inside. The contrast burned more than the rubbing of bailing twine on my clit.

 

To Be Continued.

 

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