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“Um… what is THAT?!” Ally was addressing the bizarre contraption newly hanging from the ceiling in the spare room. “Oh, that old thing?” I teased as though it had all the time been there and she just never noticed it before. Ally narrowed her eyes at me, clearly unamused “uh huh, that ‘old thing.'” I motioned her over, smiling giddily “this is your new suspension… harness…? Harness… may not be the right term. Hm…. in any case, this will allow me to play with you in ways I never could before.” The explanation stopped there, as Ally’s eyes slowly widened at the realization of what this could mean. Her brown, and now saucer sized, eyes met the glint in mine as grabbed her waist. “Now, my slut, I think we need to test it.”

“Please sir, would you spank your slut?” I hesitated, even as Ally shook her gorgeous bum at me slightly. “Are… are you sure you want me to do that. Again?” Ally’s ass cheeks were both bright pink and almost hot to the touch. I was used to her asking me to mix a bit of pain into her pleasure, but it still didn’t seem right. Now, with her bum unmistakably sore and beyond properly punished, continuing was… unfathomable. Or rather, unpleasant, as my caring for her still made me unsure of just how much I should hurt her in the name of satisfaction. “Please, sir. I NEED you to spank me. I’ve been so naughty and I need a firm reminder of why I can’t misbehave.” I spanked her again, but with less gumption, which culminated in her demanding what she wanted. “Yes, sir. Spank your slut. Show me why you’re in charge. Make your slut remember her place.” I can not explain what took over me, but my inhibitions melted, as I went into a frenzy, palm to ass. Over and over, until she only whimpered and groaned. Eventually, I slowed my relentless assault upon her bum. Ally broke the silence, reminding me that I hadn’t destroyed our bond, “Yeeeeeesssssssssssssssss, mmm, that’s exactly what I needed. Thank you, sir.”

I looked at my gorgeous, brunette girlfriend as she slowly swayed from her vantage point. She was tied to the suspension rig, ropes woven in a crisscrossing pattern under her torso. The design perfectly framed her incredible tits, even as they hung free from the device. Her arms and legs were secured above her frame and I had left her head completely free. “Comfortable, my slut?” Ally growled lighty in her throat, a wordless response to my question. I can not explain how the power dynamics we explore continue to somehow deepen our relationship and connection, but I’m slowly learning to stop fighting it. Speaking of fighting, Ally didn’t, even as I brought more intensity to bear upon her on her helpless predicament.

*disclaimer: these stories are based on real scenarios between me and my slut. She even insisted I add this disclaimer to our stories.

NSFW: yes

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