Sleeping Forest - Renier Laroche (best black authors TXT) 📗

sharp pinch, a pain which seems to travel directly through my body to further inflame the tingling of my needy clit. My nipples are still sensitised by the earlier use of suction cups. You use the clip of the leash to attach the chain between the clamps to the ring at the front of my collar. As you tug on the leash, I feel it pull on both my collar and on the nipple clamps. 

You unfasten my wrists and use the leash to pull me towards the bed, removing my knickers before you push me down onto my back, positioning me in the middle of the bed. You attach the wrist cuffs to chains on each bedpost. Your hands slide down my body, over my hips and down my legs. Then you fasten a cuff to each ankle. You push my feet towards my head as far as they will go, spreading them wide and placing a pillow beneath my hips, before attaching each ankle to the same bedposts as my wrists. The final touch is a few loops of rope around each of my thighs, which you also attach to the same bedposts. 

"Maybe that will help you to keep your thighs apart," you tell me, stroking the sensitive flesh at the top of my thighs. I am exposed to you, my legs spread wide and lifted so that they pull my ass upwards off the bed, displaying both my holes. You continue to tease and tickle my thighs and I try to wriggle away from your touch, but find that I am unable to move. Then your head dips and I feel your tongue on my pussy, teasing my labia before flicking over my clit. I cannot move towards or away from your tongue as you lick and suck on my clit. Just as you feel me approaching orgasm, you pull your head away abruptly. I moan, begging you to continue, but you sit back and spend a few moments just admiring the sight of my helpless body. The only movement is my chest rising and falling as I pant in need. 

Then you begin stroking and tickling my inner thighs again. "What lesson are you learning, my slut?" you ask. 

"I'm learning to keep my thighs apart when you tell me to, Sir," I moan, giggling as your fingers reach a particularly ticklish spot. Then your tongue returns to my clit, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again before stopping. I moan in frustration and you tug on the chain between my nipple clamps. The sudden pain makes me whimper, but then I fall silent. 

You place the tip of your hard cock against my pussy and then rub it up and down my slit before slapping it on my clit a few times. Then you slide it into me, torturously slowly. I feel your width stretching my pussy inch by inch before you suddenly withdraw, leaving my pussy desperate for you to return. 

The physical sensations blur into one as you alternate between tormenting my ticklish thighs, sliding your cock into my pussy and licking my throbbing clit. I am reduced to a quivering feeling of intense need, only able to gibber, "Please, Sir, please, please...". After what feels like hours, you push your cock into my pussy and stroke my clit, feeling me squeeze around your cock as I finally reach a crashing orgasm. Without allowing me to recover, you pound into my pussy, driving me to a second orgasm just before you cum inside me. 

You withdraw from my pussy and your tongue returns to my clit, which is now overly sensitive. You ignore my squirming and continue to lick and suck until my squeaks of protest turn to whimpers of arousal and you bring me to a third orgasm. 

Finally you untie me and pull me into your arms on the bed, kissing me gently and telling me what a good girl I am. Dark God

 They were sitting on his couch talking; she was sitting between his legs, her body slightly turned towards him. A pause came in their conversation, and he told her,

“turn around so you’re facing away from me” 

she wasn’t sure why he was asking, but she figured he was just going to surprise her with something, so she didn’t think to much about it. Suddenly he brought a blindfold down over he eyes before she could stop him. 

“Hey! Come on, what are you doing?” she asked, half laughing. 

All she got in response was a “shhh” from him. She went to take off the blindfold, but before she could get to it, he grabbed her wrists and held them. 

“Do not try to take it off,” he said quietly, he was not annoyed or anything, but there was something in his tone that made her stop. She could feel herself shiver at his tone. 

He slowly let go of her wrists, once he felt that she was not going to reach for the blindfold again. She moved her hands to her lap, and started to ask a question, but before she could say anything, she was told to “shhh” again. He then put his hands at her waist “Stand up and turn around to face me”, she stood up, with him still holding her, and started to turn around. Once she was facing him, he her told her stop. She was now standing in front of him, between his legs, while he sat on the couch watching her. 

He watched her quietly for a moment, smiling when he saw her breathing speed up slightly and saw the small tremors that gave away her arousal. She stood quietly while he did this, wondering what was going on in his mind. She was again about to say something when he spoke again. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“yes” came the quiet response

“good, because from now until I say otherwise, I am in control. I will expect you to do as I ask, ‘no’ is not an acceptable response to me, if something I do causes you distress you may use a safe word. Your safe word is ‘sebastiane’; you say this and everything will stop. Do you understand so far?” 

again, she quietly responded “yes”. 

“Good. Now I have a rule for you to follow. When you address me, you will address me as ‘Sir’. Any time you do not follow this, there will be repercussions. Do you understand?”

“yes”, she then suddenly felt his hand smack her ass very hard, and she gasped softly 

“Yes what?” he asked her 

“yes Sir” she responded quickly

“Good girl” he said and smoothed his hand over the spot he had just hit. 

She felt his hands leave her for a moment, and then she felt him, grasp her left wrist and place some sort of band around it. She felt him tighten it, and then realized that it was a wrist restraint. When she realized this, she quickly put her other hand behind her back, hoping to keep him from putting the other restraint on. 

“Put your arm back out” he said calmly

when she did not comply he reached up and through her shirt and bra found her nipple and started to squeeze. She felt the pressure become pain and she gasped slightly, it finally got to a point and she quickly put her arm out in front of her. The pressure on her nipple stopped immediately. 

“Thank you,” he said. “It is much easier to simply do what I ask in the first place isn’t it?” 

“Yes” she replied, and then as soon as she said it she corrected herself, “I mean yes Sir” she said quickly, hoping he would not punish her for her mistake. 

He smiled when he heard her catch herself, and decided that since she did catch herself, it was okay, this time. He took her other wrist and placed the restraint on it. She wanted to touch him so badly, so she began to bend down, reaching for him, putting her hands on his shoulders, wanting to kiss him. He quickly grabbed her hair, and pulled her head to the side hard, she gasped at brought one hand up to his to try and loosen his grip on her hair.

” What were you doing?” he asked, 

“I wanted to kiss you Sir” she quietly replied. 

“Ah, well then” he said,

still holding her hair, he brought her to him and kissed her hungrily. She moaned softly and kissed him back. He then pulled her away again and told her “do not do that again”. He then released her hair and she stood back up.

“Take a step back” he said, and held onto her arms to help her from getting off balance. 

She stepped backwards carefully, and he then stood up in front of her. 

“Turn around”

she started to turn, going slowly. Once she was facing away from him, she stopped and wondered what he was thinking. He let go of her arms and she stood there quietly. She then heard the soft clinking of something behind her, and was not sure what it was. She then felt something being placed over her head and felt something cold settle around her neck, draping a little ways down her chest. He then took one hand in his and placed one hand on the small of her back. She felt herself shiver at his touch; she also realized that she was rapidly getting very moist. He noticed her shiver and smiled to himself, enjoying watching her reactions.

He started to lead her away from the couch, and she follow, moving slowly and carefully. They walked for a couple steps when he stopped. 

“There are stairs here, so be careful” he told her. 

“Thank you sir” she replied. 

They slowly made their way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She could not see it, but he had turned off the lights and had only black lights on, so the room was very dim. He led her to a carpeted area, and she felt it beneath her feet and was able to guess where she was. He started to unbutton her shirt, and pulled that off, her bra followed quickly. 

“Take off your pants”

she reached down and unzipped her pants, sliding them down her legs, and stepped out of them. She was then left wearing only a thong. Standing there she suddenly felt very vulnerable, but instead of bothering her, but only aroused her. 

She then felt him adjust what was around her neck and when it started to tighten around her neck, it finally dawned on her what it was. It was a dog’s choke chain collar. He brought both of her wrists behind her back and attached them to the collar in the same place a person would normally attach a leash. In this position, if she tried to pull her hands away or struggle, it tightened the collar around her neck. While she was frustrated at the lack of movement her hands now had, she had to admire his creativity. 

She was broken out of her thought by his command to kneel; she knelt down without hesitation, and sat back on her heels. She felt his hand touch her ankle and realized he was kneeling behind her. He lifted one ankle up slightly and placed a restraint on it, and when she felt his hand on her other ankle, she raised