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ALI1B--Part 2... A Circle of Light
She couldn't believe his words! Not move? The demand seemed
absurd. But she remembered how fierce the whip looked and steeled
herself to be still.
He allowed her to wait for a few minutes, knowing any delay would
increase her anxiety; he was almost right. While he paused, her
mind was most busy.
The whip had frightened her. She had enough experience to know
that the control she craved would be a silly game unless her
partner carried through with her punishment. She knew that some
pain was necessary; without genuine pain her fears would be mere
affectations. She knew that love-making was most pleasurable for
her when gentleness was mixed with roughness. She enjoyed all
the passions, but what she enjoyed most was a climax experienced in
a milieus of masculine control, with just enough terror to keep
her excited ("interested" was how she usually described it).
She feared the whip. Yet, she knew he would use it on her; he had
to keep her honest. It was one thing to submit to a spanking -- it
hurt, but it was an intimate, sexual hurt. If he were to control
her, he must punish her; the spanking wasn't genuine punishment.
The whip would be. Despite her fear, she was resigned to feel the
lash --it was the inevitable price she had to pay to make her
experience valid. She hoped she'd take it well. (Hmmm. Was
she more afraid of embarrassment than pain?)
Her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly cupped both her
breasts in his hands and squeezed harshly. Her initial gasp was
soon followed by a throaty moan. He released the pressure and took
hold of her nipples. He rolled them slowly between his thumbs and
forefingers before beginning to pinch. The pinches were applied
very lightly initially, but gradually over the space of several
minutes he applied increased force.
This was not a novel experience for her; she loved having men play
with her nipples. It excited her when they rolled her tits and she
enjoyed the discomfort that accompanied light pinches. But the
pressure of his fingers now started to exceed the levels she
enjoyed. The arousal was as strong as ever, but the discomfort
was turning into pain, pain of such a nature that she found
herself simultaneously wishing it would end and wanting it to
continue. He continued to pinch harder. The pain was over-
whelming. Her moans turned to cries. She tossed her head from
side to side and screamed for him to stop.
He responded not with any release of pressure, but by pulling on
her nipples, thus lifting and distending her breasts. She howled.
She begged and pleaded with him to stop. He held her nipples
tightly.
Suddenly he released his grip and again cupped her breasts in his
hands, this time quite gently. He could feel her swollen nipples
digging into his palms. Her cries quickly subsided. Her nipples
still throbbed, but the pain was no longer excessive. She allowed
herself to relax and began to enjoy his touch.
Slowly he lifted his palms from her breasts so that only his finger
tips remained in contact. Then, very slowly, he resumed tracing
lazy circles, this time on her breasts instead of around them. She
found that the sharp pains had faded to a dull ache while his light
touch was reawakening her desire.
Gradually his fingertips traced a spiral centered on her nipples.
His fingers at last reached her aureolas and she felt the sides of
his fingers brush against the sides of her nipples. The touch
thrilled her and she wondered if he was going to torment her
nipples again. She found that she both craved and feared that he
would. Indeed, she was disappointed when his fingers began to
trace an outward spiral.
His fingers were moving less slowly now, but slowly enough that it
teased and frustrated her. In time the spiral took his fingertips
off her breasts entirely and they moved around them in an expanding
spiral. This time he did not keep circling her breasts with his
fingers. Rather, as they moved around the outsides of her breasts
they continued down her sides. The touch of his fingers on her
ribcage was almost tickling, but their intended direction kept he
mind on possible destinations.