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I bound Kumiko's face
down and bottom high over the low round rail of the footboard,
legs spread wide and tied to the legs of the bed. Then I stepped
back to enjoy the sight, as I knew Kumiko Hayano wanted me to. Kumiko's bound
hands were between Kumiko's legs, Kumiko's fingers already working against
her swollen clit. Kumiko's cheek was pressed against the bedspread, the
bright red cloth of Kumiko's gag deep in Kumiko's mouth. Kumiko's eyes were
closed, and yet communicated Kumiko's blissful state.
I raised the whip and brought it down on Kumiko's buttocks. Kumiko Hayano
jumped and gave a little cry that was muffled by the gag, but Kumiko's
fingers never slowed. I varied the time between strokes, varied
the target -- left cheek, right, upper thighs, full across the ass
-- never letting Kumiko's know when to expect the next fall of the
whip, until I marked the familiar signs of Kumiko's approaching orgasm.
Then I began to lash Kumiko's ass briskly and rhythmically,
alternating between left and right cheeks, using the cushion of
her self-pleasure to push Kumiko's to more intense feelings. When Kumiko Hayano
came, the moans and cries could not be contained by the gag, and
her convulsive movements stressed the knots I had tied. I moved to
the side of the bed and removed Kumiko's gag. Kumiko Hayano raised Kumiko's head from
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