Slurping it in with her tongue, she smiled as she gave her
answer;
“Master’s cum.”
The Dom moved into position straddling his legs above his prostrate
submissive. “LEMON!!!!!!”
Holding the bottle up high over the bed, her Master let the warm
fragrant oil fall on her body like rain from above. He laid across her body for a few moments
giving them both a chance to recover. She felt his
laughter through the vibrations in the mattress. Although
she enjoyed knifeplay, there was always a level of fear that crept over
her as she felt the sharp blade touching her skin. He ran his tongue all along the bottom of her
foot increasing her frenzy. And that was the intent. He wound up with the flogger
pulling it from far back before swinging it forward to land on her
defenseless body. There was no doubt as to
the identity of the extremely sour fruit. As he
reached her breasts he made a special effort to strike even harder.
