#WIPITUP Wednesday – Spankingly Naughty FUN! #BDSM Orgasm

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It’s Wednesday, there’s two more days to go until the weekend and… yep, you’ve guessed it, I have naughtiness for you!!! (You’d keel over if I had anything else, right?) I’m still furiously working on ‘The Ties That Bind’ and I hope you enjoy this week’s little snippet 😉

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The Ties That Bind

Take a pair of fiery, stinging, freshly paddled ass-cheeks and run an ostrich feather down them. Nerve endings she hadn’t known she had flew out of her body, did somersaults and then attempted backwards flips. Goosebumps erupted all over her flesh and she couldn’t stop herself from shivering, though the room was a comfortable, if not balmy warm temperature. The air guns were by far the worst, though. The short, sharp bursts of air they delivered at freezing cold temperatures had her body flinching wherever they hit, and she had little wiggle room to avoid them. In a matter of a few seconds it felt like little needles of ice were trying to force their way inside her skin and she fought against the pole that imprisoned her tooth and nail to escape them. Well, tooth anyway, because nails weren’t available commodities. On the plus side, it had given her the impetus to use her legs again and she pushed herself back up on her weakened muscles to do as Mark had previously instructed. When the carrot came down, she searched for the groove, and using her teeth she bit down tightly. This raised her up and allowed the dildo far less penetration, which was a good thing, wasn’t it? Her mind wasn’t really able to answer the simple question. All it cared about were the feathers caressing her skin and the blasts of air that were mauling it. Those little spikes of icy air got everywhere, but the worst areas were her bright red backside, where they stung like hell and her nipples, which were now auditioning for the role of porcupine spikes. This was made even worse by the tiny gold clamps she wore, and the greater her buds swelled, the more painful the sensation became. No one had managed, as of yet, to get a burst of air near her clit, but plenty of shots had misfired between her legs, and the flesh there now quivered rather anxiously.

As each pony was tormented in a similar way it didn’t take long before hormones got the better of the group. Grunts, moans, groans and frantically jingling bells could be heard from each pony as the feathers and air guns did their worst. Jenny was fairly certain she could not have been more aroused had the Marquis de Sade, Don Juan, Casanova and 007 had their tongues and fingers all over her at the same time. All she needed was that little something to tip her over the edge, but tickle sticks and feathers were not going to cut it. She needed just a tiny bit of pressure on her sweet spot and she’d be exploding, much like Beetoven’s symphony number five that had started to burst from all corners of the room. She had to give it to Forbes. He timed his musical pieces well. Her body had never felt so in tune with notes of angst that were pouring from the speakers. Her legs twisted and turned to try and avoid the fluttering’s of the brilliant peacock feathers, her thighs gripped the golden pole in front of her in an effort to prevent entrance for the fluffy ostrich plumes which seemed to adore her sex, and as for the air guns… they simply weren’t aiming the things in the right place. If she could let go of her carrot for a moment and scream loud enough, she’d tell them what she thought of their lacklustre technique.

As the carousel slowly continued to spin she kept catching Mark’s eyes and the devilish light inside them seemed to glow with each pass. He didn’t bother with the feathers, just aimed the odd blast of air here and there. It was enough to annoy her, little more. The low slant of his eyebrows told her all she needed to know. He intended to make her wait. She would suffer and simmer above her imaginary boiling pot of water until such time as he saw fit to bestow his benevolence upon her. The dildo pounced, dipping in and out of her now swollen sex, the carrot filled her mouth tightly, and the leather saddle hung heavy around her mid-rift. Her whole body throbbed with painful intent. The long black tendrils of her wig flapped against her back, the clamps on her nipples were biting with a cruel and relentless pinch, and her backside stung, having being driven mercilessly insane by the hands of the onlookers as they applied their various weapons upon it. She was positive that a single second more of the torment would drive her mad. And she was wrong.

As the music drew headlong into its finale with a deafening crescendo of sound, the screams of the pony in front could be heard. An enterprising gentleman had run two quills through her labia simultaneously and then squeezed her clit hard between them. Her body flew apart in an instant and she landed on her fat dildo with a vicious backwards thud. It was the beginning of the end. The next pony could be heard yelling at the top of her lungs barely three seconds later. Repeated blasts of air had been directed at her clit until she came undone and her fate was a similar one to the pony before her. There was a round of laughter as her chains jangled, her legs flew sideways and her pussy shot straight down on the impaler beneath. Jenny could not see what had happened to the rest of ponies, but she could hear their screams. Picking them off, one by one, she knew when she was the only one left. Biting into her carrot as if it were the real thing, Jenny wanted to scream. Would Mark leave her desperate and shaking, the only one not to be allowed to come? Could he be that mean? Hell yes, and worse, she thought as drums filled the sound of her head. His face flashed by once again and this time, there was a wicked smile upon his face. Please, please, please, please, please, she pleaded silently. Another turn of the carousel, and still the man was standing with his arms by his sides, although he was looking at her fixedly. The ride slowly ground to a halt as the momentum of the ponies’ hooves left it and she felt herself close to tears. The frustration she felt was indescribable. Seeing the wide smile of satisfaction that now crept over his face, she thought her fate had been sealed. Then there was a quick flick of his right arm and she found herself screaming and floundering as all her friends before, but there had been no quick burst of air for her. No friendly feathers or squeezing quills. Mark Matthews had simply brought the butt of the rifle up between her legs with a reasonable degree of force. As her body initially tensed, each nerve, sinew and fibre strained to be free of her body – and then she fell apart. Or to be more exact, her legs flew out from under her and she speared herself heavily on a very thick and very long dildo. The resulting scream of pleasure was her longest to date.

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5 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday – Spankingly Naughty FUN! #BDSM Orgasm

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  2. Dear god, you know how to bring forth an amazing climax. Icy bursts of air, ponies spearing themselves and crying out their lustful woes. Listening to each pony before her fly apart and the anticipation of her own blissful demise.
    I’m in awe of you, Christina. Can’t wait for this to be unleashed. ☺

  3. Nerve endings she hadn’t known she had flew out of her body, did somersaults and then attempted backwards flips. — now you know that had to be an incredible moment – and then it only got better

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