I felt myself fetish bank becoming more and more aroused with each stinging slap of the leather.
I felt Jon lean next fetish bank to me against the wall and snake his free hand down my side and under my body.
Soon it found that part of my sex that betrayed me.
“Ah ha” he laughed fetish bank triumphantly as he felt the dripping juices from my fetish bank pussy.
“You DO enjoy this! I always knew you were fetish bank secretly into domination and punishment!” and as he brought the leather strap down all the harder on my fetish bank bare ass I felt him slip fetish bank his fingers inside my awaiting vagina and work them in rhythm with the blows.
My body trembled and my mind swam as I started feeling the ecstasy this punishment was bringing.
My fetish bank legs spread involuntarily wider and I could feel the blows coming closer to my most sensitive areas.
My pussy was more juicy than it had ever been in my entire adult life.
Jon was obviously enjoying himself as I could hear him grunt with every swing of the leather and his hardness was growing fetish bank beyond belief in his crotch.
Soon I felt myself nearing an orgasm….
Jon must have sensed it too because he threw the leather strap aside roughly.
He stood, turned me in my bonds to face him and sat my tender sore ass up on the cement wall.
My arms bound painfully at the wrist didn’t allow me to do anything but what this man forced me to do.
Pushing me back a bit I was held in a balancing position across the wall by my fetish bank wrists.
He then lifted my legs and spread them roughly, placing my knees across fetish bank his shoulders.
I felt his strong hands rip my blouse and bra back from my body to hang in shreds on my fetish bank upper arms, exposing my full breasts to him.
