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Title ~ Tied

She stands in the middle of the room a shiver running through her slender body, brown eyes lowered not daring to look at him the soft tendrils of her red hair clinging to the curves of her cheeks. She is dressed for him to his explicit instructions the white tube dress barely clinging to the swell of her breasts the simple white bra and thong also his desire.
"turn" he demands the strength of the man obvious in his tone.
She does as she is told raising her arms to cradle them behind her head she has assumed this position for him many times, her mind fogs briefly with the bitter sweet memories. As she turns she sees the horse built by his own hand to fit her perfectly the leather straps hanging idle for now, she comes about facing him once more the rosy hue of her nipples peeking from the tube dress, he approaches her his hands run possessively over her body, she trembles at his touch, her nipples stiffen and strain, the apex of her thighs already dampening.

“Remove your clothes” she slowly slides the dress from her body, reaches around and unhooks the bra and removes the already damp panties, she stands naked before him, he nods seemingly satisfied and motions to the horse, she moves to it her steps hesitant, she has no choice she is a slave to him and the desires he elicits in her body. She leans over the hard wood her naked belly pressed to its apex, she stretches down her hair cascading forward to hide her face, she wriggles into position her ass high her body almost painfully elongated across the horse, she hears him behind her, he traces the swell of her ass running a calloused finger the length of her thigh before squatting to fix her ankles into the leather straps, he moves to the front and fixes her wrists tightly she cannot struggle much he likes her held tight, fixed in place the only movement allowed the sweet bounce of her ass. He gathers her hair and ties it tightly in a band, she should have known he would, she is not allowed any place to hide, every emotion his and her body is his, she will cry she knows she will and he will want to see each tear as it runs down her face.

He steps away the rustle of his movements heightening the experience, she cannot see him, only guesses that his hands are at last reaching for the leather crop. He leans in and whispers his desires in her ear the crop tracing a pattern over her ass, he lifts it, she misses the touch of the leather almost bereft as it leaves her skin. without warning he brings it down on her ass with a sharp crack, the first only the first sweet taste of the pain her skin heats the slow burn giving way to the sting before she can catch her breath he lands another, then another he starts the slow rhythm he loves, each globe of her ass reddening with each slap of the crop he does not stop, the vibrations tremble across her clit she moans softly, her body jerking hard against the wood as he hits her, her ass trembling the pale skin reddening with each slap of the crop, he lowers his aim peppering the back of her thighs, his hand heavier, tears spring to her eyes, breath ragged her breasts bounce and slap against the wood, she whispers his name as if a plea, but what for? For harder, to stop?... she cries out as the next slap hits her body jerking against the horse, he moves higher the crop landing against her cunt she cries out not able to catch her breath before the next slap hits, the burn barely fading to the sting before he hits her again. She starts to cry softly, she hears him laugh, he is pleased with  her tears the ultimate gift for his practiced hand. Her body trembles her cunt dripping the desire arcs in her body the waves of pleasure bathed in the pain, she struggles wildly on the wood unable to move.  He cracks the crop against her cunt and ass until her vision fogs, eyes distant her only conscious thoughts of him and the leather against her skin, her wetness slides down her inner thighs her body coiled desire and pain, her tears run freely the moans now soft whimpers as she bounces against the horse. He stays his hand her skin a fire of pain, the sting of the crop sliding from ass to cunt to thigh. She hears his zip lower her reaction has bought him to the edge of his endurance, his lust for her needs to be sated. His fingers roughly find her dripping center her cups the juice with his fingers, sliding them up he wets her ass, sliding her own lubricant over her other hole, he presses a finger inside her checking how ready she is, she jerks forward as he invades her ass, his hard cock soon follows he presses the head to the tight crevice, his hips thrusting forward,  with his slut still fixed firmly to the horse he fills her ass his cock stretching her, demanding entry he fucks her hard with as little mercy as he showed with the crop his cock pumping in and out, his hand smacks down as he rides her, his balls slapping against her cunt, she screams her body rolling with desire the pain sending her over, she cums hard her body boneless each wave traveling, her ass twitches around his cock he slaps her again her orgasm peaks her body trembling violently against his, he grunts and spills his seed into her ass, filling her, claiming her, his head thrown back as he enjoys all she has to give her body twitching and trembling around his. He slowly slides out the sweet ache in his balls a sign he filled her well, he admires his handy work, the stripes testament to his skill her pale ass and thighs made all the more beautiful for the marks, his marks. He tucks his cock back into his pants, zips up and squats, he carefully releases her from the horse, she is limp, his strength holds her, his hands keep her safe, she is not allowed to fall, he releases the final strap, with easy strength he picks her up cradling her lovingly to his chest the soft breaths even her whimpers quietening now he is close. He carries her to the bed and sets her down, removing his own clothes her tucks her against the hard planes of his body, he kisses her lovingly very pleased with his girl, she smiles at him and drifts one last whisper on her lips as he holds her.

“thank you My Master, I love you” she slides into sleep his arms holding her close, the pain ebbing.