The feel of the leather on my skin makes me go weak as he begins.
The crack it makes as it hits my ass causes a shudder to run down my spine.
The repeated smacks fill me with desire so I beg for more and he obliges.
I cry out but not in pain, in ecstasy, for he gives me the satisfaction I crave.
The marks he makes color me beautiful, the roses so red it puts petals to shame.
The sensations rush through me as he shifts his stance to target my back, my legs, and my feet.
I cry out again but no pain, not yet.
My mind goes cloudy and I begin to fly all my thoughts cut short as I close my eyes.
I seek the epitome and the ultimate release.
The last hard strike completely shatters my soul and I begin to shudder and quake for a whole new reason
As the pleasure shoots through me like nails through wood my cries grow loud as I go over the edge
The pleasure a feeling no one can match, there are no words to describe it, it just lasts and lasts.
Soon it all stops and I crash back to Earth with stars in my vision and no thoughts in my mind.
I am now a clean slate, no worries and no cares.
By healing my wounds and taking my pains he left me refreshed and now I feel claimed.
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