Lesbians Uncovered - Scene 4

He pinned my wrists above my head. Cold rope burned my skin as he looped it tight around the bedposts. My breath caught when the gag went in. The blindfold followed and darkness became thick with everything I couldn't see. Thirteen hot drops of wax landed across my breasts in slow, deliberate circles. Each sting flared to the next. He dragged the blindfold higher, dragged my blindfolded thoughts lower. Every drop landed like counted sin, one after another until I lost the count and found only heat. She bent the belt double and tapped it once against the mattress. That warning alone made my cunt throb. She climbed over me, knees bracketing my hips, and laid the cool leather across my thighs. She swung. Thick leather kissed me once, cracked twice, steady strokes that painted heat straight down my legs. When she aimed between them she made certain every stroke ended exactly where I ached most. I closed my eyes and counted under the gag. The blindfold slipped; the wax slid; the belt drew the last mark. Eighteen years later I can still feel every touch, exact as the moment it happened.