Many people are warning me that the way to get used to being suspended by your tits is to slowly get you used to the sensation. I think that’s what M. was doing to me today. He’s been talking about doing it forever. He mounted the winch on the upper balcony, dangling down to the lower deck, and took me out there this afternoon.
He first did the two things guaranteed to make me feel pretty, which was very nice of him. He put me in fuck-me shoes and tied me up in purple rope. Even if I don’t really look pretty, I felt that way, and what a hot feeling that is. He had to futz around with the thing for a long time from up above me, and it felt so bizarre to have it go up and down without him there to see where my feet were. I felt like such a thing dangling on the end of the wire. My feet never actually left the ground, though I was up on the very tips of the heels several times.
When he got it all working correctly and came downstairs to play with me, I’d already been pushed quite a bit. But the real fun started with him right there, and he got me off my feet several times. The pain was distributed, but hurt mostly across my upper chest and in my pussy. I tried to pull myself up by holding on to the wire rope above me, but I really wasn’t able to get much of a grip on it. He said I screamed rather loudly.
Mostly, though, he had me right on my tippy toes, and he sat in the chair and watched me struggle. I went back and forth between trying to relieve the pain in my calves, to ease the pain from the ropes in my pussy, to trying to get some pressure off of the chest. Wash, rinse, repeat. Every now and then he’d come up right next to me, and comfort me with kisses, let me beg him to let me down, to let me get some relief by pushing down on his shoulders and getting some slack. I was so grateful when he finally let me down. I was convinced he was going to put me off of my feet one final time, and the relief when he didn’t was so amazing.
I was a shivering mess when he took me to bed. But he put me through my paces anyway, enjoying that my pussy hurt but that I was dripping wet and hot anyway. He reminded me over and over again that he didn’t have to let me come. He could just use me and put me in the cage. But he didn’t. I got to where I begged most pitiously, and so instead he made me come over and over before he finally fucked me. Again the gratitude was overwhelming.
I’ve thought my begging skills were woefully lacking, but it seems I was wrong. Or practice makes perfect, or something.
Do you think begging is hot? (And for a follow up question, are you good at it, or eliciting it?)
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