When ice tears down inside you

Do not be afraid to spill emotions around you!

Splash fire through the window to make the glass shake.

And the ice inside is warm with its warmth.

Diana

It's funny how the theme either cripples or elevates people. Yesterday's lower, Lara suddenly felt a surge of dominance. Such people in the topic are called switches. Not! She was always the bottom. This is her role, her purpose, but the Boss was preparing her for something more. He knew initially that the girl would stand up. Without him, but with him. He stood behind his back, insured, virtually but tangibly.

- Tell me what you will do with the bottom? How do you get along with him? Tell all your actions.

“I can't,” she growled back, “I feel good and comfortable in your legs, no need, please.”

- Possession is a science, you just do not want to learn it. Do not want yet. You will come to this, I know.

In my head a scene appeared on the balcony. Winter, cold, ajar transom. The owner smokes out the window. Her task is to kneel and take a dick in her mouth. But then the winter air will sweep back, cold. Lara rested.

- Not!

She was on the verge of hysteria. Order canceled.

The room, she is on the floor in her lap, in the distance. Humble posture.

- Look at me.

Lara shyly raises her eyes, filled with tears. She is scared. But weakness is perceived as dignity.

“You know, you have some kind of masculine power in you that suppresses everything in the way.”

- I don't want to be strong.

This was the beginning of their relationship. In time, the Master took her farther and farther away. In the end, Lara asked for freedom and took off her collar. It cost her incredible efforts, but it was necessary. The owner made her decision. They talked, but on a different level. Probably higher. The theme, like life, has a bunch of gradations. Staying friends, supporting each other, but without touching, is well worth it.

With Dan she met by chance on one of the sites. She never looked for anyone anywhere, always found her. The only one she sought herself is her Boss. Hell, she still misses him. But twice in one river - nonsense. It is better to leave everything as it is, as an under-written song or unfinished book. A slight pain in the lower abdomen and a hot lump under the heart.

Den is a successful company manager, an exemplary family man. I got to the topic by chance, but stayed forever. It happens often. Successful, powerful people in their lives are looking for something different there, different from everyday life, an opportunity to relax, let go of themselves and their bestial instincts. A year ago he was a slave to two dominoes. He even made a stigma for himself. But ... it turned out that it was all over. There was anguish and thematic hunger. Lara understood him, she went through it herself. The theme does not let go, as octopus, wrapping arms and legs, holding down the soul. And demanding the continuation of the banquet. Let the short, even fleeting, but continue.

The meeting was organized by Dan. It should be so. A man decides everything, even if he is lower. White roses in a high vase on the table, martini with ice in a glass. For her and only for her. Awkwardness in the relationship at the first meeting is always present. But Lara easily copes with this situation, she is no stranger. Today she is the Queen of the Ball.

Dark stockings with lace bands, a short leather skirt, a flesh-colored corset that supports the chest, elegant light-colored stiletto shoes twelve centimeters. New, much shorter than the usual haircut makes it ten years younger. With Dan, they were the same age, but now she looks like a little fragile girl against his background. A girl who in a minute will take a stack. Perspective frightened her, but she did not file a mind. Kept with the dignity inherent in it by nature, or brought up in itself. Even kneeling, she never let down her shoulders.This is not a muscle memory, it is rather a psychological blockage. No matter how you beat life - do not drop your shoulders and arms, respectively.

Dan was nervous, it was noticeable. Slightly trembling hands, strong, strong-looking. No, he was not miserable or helpless. Just in front of her sat a man ready to serve, indulge the whims of a flighty lady or protect a fragile little girl from the vicissitudes of fate. Lara liked him, she liked her insecurity. At such moments, her maternal instinct worked. Punish for his own good. During their intercourse, he said that he wanted a spanking, ruthless, serious. It is unlikely that she could give it to him, because she never did. But by myself she knew how the ordinary whipping lifts over the edge, how the mood changes after it, how I want to live on. Could she refuse? Could, but did not. She did not want to miss the opportunity to experience the other side of the whipping. Yes, she will take a stack. Take and float this ass, so obligingly substituted her. No, she will not become a domino here so easily, no, she will not humiliate and rape her accidental slave for the evening. She just gives him pleasure, only to satisfy his hunger.

Den spoke in communication that he wants to be connected. Just before this has never happened. Sample, experiment. Lara did not know how to knit herself, but the flight of thought led her over the edge. She knew how the rope moved through the body, how a shiver of desire and fear appeared.

- And if I forget, where did you start? - Once, entangling it with even turns, asked the Boss.

“Then I will die in your arms,” Lara replied with a smile.

Now the rope was in her hands. And the obedient, supple body of a man, ready for experiments. Lara initially thought about how and what she would do. It helps when there is no experience.

Hands behind your back. The first round over the chest on the shoulders, you can use the throat, but not worth it without experience. Safety first. Although scissors at hand. So the Master taught. The second coil is on elbow damage, further smoothly and beautifully, the hands are tightened, already immobility. We stretch the rope between the legs, the girth of the scrotum, most importantly, do not tighten. Farther down, legs are ankles. A few turns, quite tight, refueling the end of the rope for winding. Knit knots are not worth it, do not know how. The fixed body is already reacting. The member stands, rooted to the spot. Stack to hand. Without preparation, without warming up. Kick on the ass.

Dan groaned. No, this is not a protest, this is a moan of pleasure. My little, are you so missing the spanking? Lara was sold out in earnest. Damn, why is it so interesting to see a whipping from the other side? Every blow Lara felt on herself. Each red stripe on Den's ass imprinted on herself. She suddenly lived all the past, the future and the present with him. At one point she was tired. Memories are overwhelmed.

“Actually, I didn't plan on flogging you today.”

- But it happened, - Lara smiled, freed from the ropes.

This whipping was not easy for her. Dan smiled. And the bum turned into a picture decorated with red stripes. No, he did not moan, he meowed like a cat that ate sour cream. Lara changed the stack on a soft leather belt and walked them on the feet. Dan howled, bear, baby, you yourself wanted to. She touched her fingers and realized that the ropes should be removed. But Den seemed disappointed. Nothing, kitty, this is not the end.

“Get up against the wall,” Lara commanded quietly.

Den got up and put his hands on the wall. A member stood on the end glistening droplet. As she wanted to take it right now in her mouth, lick this drop. But she put off her pleasure. Now her task is to finish spanking. On a higher note, at the peak of pleasure. The belt is narrow and soft, but with a trick, right in the middle he has two metal rivets, she knew what effect they produced, more than once and not her butt got her strap, leaving tangible bruises.

The belt whistled in the air, dropping on the already seriously whipped, decorated with red stripes ass. Dan was clearly hurt, she felt that pain. But pain has a strange property. For some reason, she pulls out all the negative from the inside. She gives pleasure. Why is that? Lara did not know. But if a person takes pleasure in pain, then it is necessary.

Lara threw the belt to the side and dived under the tense body of Dan.

- Enter the ass.

Den hesitated for a moment. Then he covered her hands with his hands and attached a standing member to her hole. Without preparation, without lubrication, just like that immediately. Lara merged with a man's strong body, became a part of her, herself sitting down on a standing stake. She loved the pain of penetration, she loved to gnash. She growled when she felt the full penetration.

Several strong shocks made her tremble. Dan squeezed her hands tightly. And just could not stand it, ended in it violently and passionately. That is what she sought. Strange, but they heard each other, without uttering a word, they heard the beating of hearts.

And then there was a bathroom. No, Lara did not become a domino in the literal sense of the word, she only enjoyed in strong male hands, ready for anything. This worship, the desire to possess, gave her the highest pleasure. She stood over the body lying in the bathroom and, gathering all her will into a fist, launched a jet over her chest, face, mouth, invitingly open. She had never done this before, she never understood what was good about it. But it happened.

Dan suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. His tongue touched that cherished point that a woman can caress herself, but it does not give pleasure, or rather, this pleasure is incomplete without a partner. He walked his tongue over the clitoris, and suddenly he immediately got inside. Lara arched and planted on the tongue. Language is not a member, you can not do that, but it has already been done. He licked everything, holding her hands. Lara bent over, throwing back. Held She growled like a lioness, like a cat, growled and arched. Finished Dan in the mouth.

Then, analyzing actions and deeds, she scolded herself. But passion lives by its own laws. Sometimes it is worth releasing animal instincts. For the common good.

Diana Tim Taris