Naomi
Holy shit. This article was a bit like pulling the most demure, pious, wholesome, unmarked, God fearing woman directly from a wooden church pew and then running her through the bondage ringer. She didn’t think she could do it. She wanted to be a Good Girl first. Whew, let’s get started. Right off the bat we sit Naomi down and get to know her. And boy, she has a lot to say. Horny little girl too. She used the Internet to survey porn while she waited on her first fucking. We learn every damn thing we’d want to know about her and her sex life. Like how she’s only been with one guy, her husband. She saved herself for marriage. We learn what she did on that wedding night. We learn her mother purchased her first vibrator for her and that she can rattle off C.S. Lewis quotes from memory. That she has some fantastic tits and a long, deep seated earning for bondage and submissiveness. We learn she gets nervous easily and actually cries over strong verbal language directed toward her. She loves masturbation and that she has to control her orgasms so she doesn’t have a mess to clean up each time she blows a nut. She gives herself a good toe sucking and clit play to round things out. I think you should watch this interview. Now we find Naomi nude and standing. Each of her lower legs are bound to short wooden posts keeping them separated and her feet firmly planted to the floor. A tight collar around her neck has a heavy chain leading up to the ceiling. Its pulled taunt. Her arms are free but not for long. When we find her she’s desperately trying to find a position that’s comfortable. When four locks and a Hitachi are dropped at her feet she takes on a new seriousness. Her wrists are pulled up high and her arms stretched and then locked into place. It doesn’t take long before she starts doubting herself, her legs shaking. I briefly throw the Celebrator on that pious pussy and then ask her how she feels about corporal punishment. Before she knows it the whip is in hand and she’s having her first ever whipping. Because those tits look so good they get attention first. Within seconds she crying. Her face beginning to contort and she’s biting her lower lip as she tries to suck it up and be a Good Girl. Between her increasing sobs she is made to tell us how she feels about those tits. What she feels guys think about them. To tell us that they look so good they need to be punished –then WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! It’s a relentless cacophony of swishes and then strikes. She’s like a person who fell into an ice cold river, shaking, unable to catch her breath and in fear. The small reprieves she gets are only to tell us how undeserving she is of those great tits. Her pure white skin filled with angry red whip marks. Her face hole now ball gagged, she still emits copious amounts of fluid from it. Her nose holes are all leaking thick streams of snot down her face. When a thick wad of it hits the floor in a loud smack she’s made to repeatedly apologize for it. When the Hitachi finally hits her cunt she’s a mess. A heaving, sobbing mess. She’s made to look directly at you, The Viewer, and tell you that she is not allowed to enjoy the Hitachi riding on her cunt and that she isn’t allowed to let any fluid come out of her face holes. When that orgasm finally comes over her she sprays volumes of fluid all over the floor between her legs. Then she’s made to tell you, The Viewer, she needs to be punished for that. Next Naomi is perched by the knees upon two short wooden posts. Her legs are doubled back and belted. Her arms are in a strappado. It’s the only thing keeping her balanced up there. Right off the bat she gets the Celebrator popped on her clit. 30 seconds later she asks for permission to cum in the most innocent, child-like, church going voice. Permission granted. 30 seconds later she’s asking for permission again --for a 2nd orgasm. But not before she is made to tell us how needy that pussy is. When she gets permission for the second one right away you hear what sounds like someone pissing on the floor. It’s just Naomi making a mess. There must have been four cups of fluid wash out of that cunt. She immediately apologizes in a meek, breathy voice. Then, son-of-a-bitch, right in the middle of me telling her how disgusting what she just did was she starts spraying again. Then apologizing again. Right after she is done cumming she is told to recite a C.S. Lewis quote that matched how good that orgasm felt. It went like this: The Christians describe the Enemy as one without whom Nothing is strong. And Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind. Holy Fucking Shit. That was bloody amazing. So, I pulled out that whip and punished her for enjoying that orgasm so much. But before I get started I have her look directly at you, The Viewer, and recite a C.S. Lewis quote for how bad that whip is going to feel on her bare back. She found one in her head that went like this: In the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off. I didn’t even wait on her to finish it before the whipping set in.
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