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ALI1B--Part 2... A Circle of Light
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She couldn't believe his words! Not move? The demand seemed
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absurd. But she remembered how fierce the whip looked and steeled
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herself to be still.
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He allowed her to wait for a few minutes, knowing any delay would
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increase her anxiety; he was almost right. While he paused, her
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mind was most busy.
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The whip had frightened her. She had enough experience to know
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that the control she craved would be a silly game unless her
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partner carried through with her punishment. She knew that some
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pain was necessary; without genuine pain her fears would be mere
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affectations. She knew that love-making was most pleasurable for
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her when gentleness was mixed with roughness. She enjoyed all
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the passions, but what she enjoyed most was a climax experienced in
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a milieus of masculine control, with just enough terror to keep
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her excited ("interested" was how she usually described it).
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She feared the whip. Yet, she knew he would use it on her; he had
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to keep her honest. It was one thing to submit to a spanking -- it
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hurt, but it was an intimate, sexual hurt. If he were to control
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her, he must punish her; the spanking wasn't genuine punishment.
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The whip would be. Despite her fear, she was resigned to feel the
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lash --it was the inevitable price she had to pay to make her
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experience valid. She hoped she'd take it well. (Hmmm. Was
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she more afraid of embarrassment than pain?)
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Her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly cupped both her
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breasts in his hands and squeezed harshly. Her initial gasp was
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soon followed by a throaty moan. He released the pressure and took
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hold of her nipples. He rolled them slowly between his thumbs and
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forefingers before beginning to pinch. The pinches were applied
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very lightly initially, but gradually over the space of several
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minutes he applied increased force.
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This was not a novel experience for her; she loved having men play
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with her nipples. It excited her when they rolled her tits and she
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enjoyed the discomfort that accompanied light pinches. But the
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pressure of his fingers now started to exceed the levels she
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enjoyed. The arousal was as strong as ever, but the discomfort
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was turning into pain, pain of such a nature that she found
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herself simultaneously wishing it would end and wanting it to
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continue. He continued to pinch harder. The pain was over-
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whelming. Her moans turned to cries. She tossed her head from
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side to side and screamed for him to stop.
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He responded not with any release of pressure, but by pulling on
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her nipples, thus lifting and distending her breasts. She howled.
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She begged and pleaded with him to stop. He held her nipples
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tightly.
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Suddenly he released his grip and again cupped her breasts in his
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hands, this time quite gently. He could feel her swollen nipples
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digging into his palms. Her cries quickly subsided. Her nipples
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still throbbed, but the pain was no longer excessive. She allowed
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herself to relax and began to enjoy his touch.
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Slowly he lifted his palms from her breasts so that only his finger
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tips remained in contact. Then, very slowly, he resumed tracing
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lazy circles, this time on her breasts instead of around them. She
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found that the sharp pains had faded to a dull ache while his light
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touch was reawakening her desire.
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Gradually his fingertips traced a spiral centered on her nipples.
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His fingers at last reached her aureolas and she felt the sides of
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his fingers brush against the sides of her nipples. The touch
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thrilled her and she wondered if he was going to torment her
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nipples again. She found that she both craved and feared that he
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would. Indeed, she was disappointed when his fingers began to
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trace an outward spiral.
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His fingers were moving less slowly now, but slowly enough that it
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teased and frustrated her. In time the spiral took his fingertips
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off her breasts entirely and they moved around them in an expanding
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spiral. This time he did not keep circling her breasts with his
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fingers. Rather, as they moved around the outsides of her breasts
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they continued down her sides. The touch of his fingers on her
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ribcage was almost tickling, but their intended direction kept he
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mind on possible destinations.
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