Creepypasta Lemons

Whip, Gag, Cuffs

I looked over them. Whips, ropes, a gag, handcuffs, a collar and leash. Out of all of them, the whip, gag, and handcuffs were the best choice. I pointed to the options, and Jason started to put the rest away.

He then lead me further back in the shop, to a dark room with a seductive red coloring to it. With a little smirk, he pushed me on to a table in the middle of the room. I laid with my back on the table top, as he took the handcuffs, cuffing my hands to my feet, and forcing me to basically sit/lay on them. He pulled out the gag, tightly placing it in my mouth, to keep me silent.

He then started to run his hands down my body, starting at my boobs, next my stomach, and last was my thighs. I guess I have a slight thigh rubbing fetish, because when he hit my thighs, I had the most amazingly sexual feeling ever. I don't understand half the things happening to my body right now, but thats okay. Because even though I don't understand, what I do know, is that my mind and body like it.

He rubbed around my vagina for a little bit, making it slightly tingle. He then spread my legs as much as possible, and lowered his mouth to my clit, starting to lick it slowly. That already was enough to make me moan, but that's not where he stopped. He shoved his tongue inside of me, and viscously licked my insides.

He then quickly pulled his tongue out. Next, he took the whip, and hit my stomach very strongly and painfully with it. It hurt so bad. But...I liked it.