Cumming...Beyond The Horizon  

garru4er123 52M
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10/4/2005 2:40 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Cumming...Beyond The Horizon

Michelle looked at her Master, with a wicked smile on her sweat-streaked face. She was breathing deeply, getting ready.

She stood taller and stretched her arms out above her head; and spread her legs wider, as wide as the unyielding post behind her back permitted. Her cunt muscles fluttered and spasmed as they awaited the fiery conclusion to her victory dance. She is ready to come now, ready to reach for that precious, nearly unattainable, rapturous state that Marissa and Alana were unable to achieve.

The entire crowd was silent, in awe of the incredible power of the moment. Alana and Marissa stared at Michelle from their own whipping posts, their unbelieving eyes wide with wonder, fear, and anticipation.

Michelle took the deepest breath she could. She looked at her Master, with her eyes wide open and unblinking. She waited for a long, interminable moment, her gaze locked onto her Master’s eyes. Each one saw the fire dancing in the other’s eyes. The flames reared up higher as the wind suddenly rushed in to fan the fire.

And then, Michelle called out to her Master, her Owner, her Lover.

“Thank you, Master! I love it when you whip me like this. Please, Master, whip me again! Mark me! I am your slut, your slave, your whore! Fuck me with your whip. Please, Sir, whip me to orgasm. I want to feel the hot dragon’s breath on my tits, and on my wet, naked cunt. Now, Sir. Whip me now!”

Master Damien nodded, and then gave Michelle exactly what she pleaded for.

A torrential rain of blows landed on her golden flesh, as the whip whirred and cracked in the air and on her flesh. Michelle’s brain exploded in a flash bomb of brilliant white light. She screamed the longest, loudest, most incredible shriek that any slave has ever uttered.

And as the final, slashing cut of the whip landed across her pussy, Michelle’s entire body erupted in orgasmic flames that dwarfed the circle of fire that surrounded her. She twisted and convulsed as her body quaked with an orgasm that was too far off the Richter scale to even measure.

Her orgasm built higher and higher. Her entire body was burning, her clit exploding in a cataclysmic, all-consuming white-hot pyre of naked lust. Again, and again, her body was wracked with the concussive explosions of orgasm. The barrage seemed to go on forever.

When it finally ended, Michelle hung by her arms, nearly insensate and unable to stand.

An unknown, awestruck number of seconds later, Katia, Loretta, and Veronica stepped over the now slackening flames to untie her, and to lower her to a clean linen sheet that they laid on the ground.

Master Damien handed his whip to Kiersten and approached and knelt next to Michelle. He offered her a glass of water, and began to bathe her skin with water and ointments to sooth her.

And when he bent down to kiss her gently on the lips, he whispered, “You are so special, so incredible, Michelle. I am so glad that I have found you. Thank you, Michelle. It is you, who own me. I feel so honored to hear you call me Master.”


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