The BDSM Craving Thread

I was away for a while, being pampered by my boyfriend Jon, and returned home to find Lady Claire has been ill and not up to working me. OH GOD! I do crave a good whipping, perhaps followed by a powerful raping of all my openings, and another whipping.....

Lady Claire's undeserving little slut Jena.............
 
Cravings

I was away for a while, being pampered by my boyfriend Jon, and returned home to find Lady Claire has been ill and not up to working me. OH GOD! I do crave a good whipping, perhaps followed by a powerful raping of all my openings, and another whipping.....

Lady Claire's undeserving little slut Jena.............

Ohh, BabyxGirl you make me so horny!!! I hope you get all you deserve.
 
Today one of my cravings has been satisfied!!!!!!

Lady Claire is nearly 100% and was up to applying her palm to my naughty behind for a rather long and sexy spanking. A glance in the mirror assures me my ass is glowing, and it warm to the touch. If I move a bit on my chair I relive the wonderful spanking.

Lady Claire's undeserving little slut, Jena
 
There's this certain look I need to see.

It's a possessive, satisfied, concentrating sneer of sorts.

It makes me pant. It makes me go a bit cavewoman.

And the beauty of it? It's a completely unconscious thing on his half.
 
Someone to bite, scratch and spank.

Silken strands flowing through my fingers before I pull them taught to capture attention. The sound of air rushing past her lips in a startled gasp. A vivid flood of color across her skin in reaction.
 
There is plenty I could use...but would really like a special bedtime story from a special friend....(hint, hint). It wouls at least get my mind off of the bad past few days.
 
floggers...lots and lots of floggers with different textures and weights, stinging and thudding and soft and hard

*sigh*
 
She stands before me, then turns around, placing her wrists together behind her back, saying "please" in the softest of whispers. Once obliged, she turns back to face me, then slowly lowers herself down to her knees, looking up at me and once again whispering "please....."
 
She stands before me, then turns around, placing her wrists together behind her back, saying "please" in the softest of whispers. Once obliged, she turns back to face me, then slowly lowers herself down to her knees, looking up at me and once again whispering "please....."

He slaps my face with his big, but not quite hard cock. It hardens. I open my mouth, wide. He teases me and, with tears flowing, I beg for his cock in my mouth, in my throat. Master!
 
Still wanting lots of tactile sensations. The soft, rough, tickly, hot, cold, prickly.... just touch me!
 
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