■フィストで拡張されブヨブヨになったマンコ…まるで寄生した生物が股間からひり出てくるように蠢く…
Title: “The Fist’s Initiation Ritual: A Shibari Fetish Fisting Fantasy”
In the Temple of Flesh Bondage, nestled deep inside the pulsating coronary heart of Tokyo’s seedy underbelly, there resided Mistress Aya. A girl of unparalleled experience within the artwork of shibari, Aya was additionally a feared dominatrix, and Japan’s most famed fist-fetish mistress. Her chosen lovers had been effectively conscious of her insatiable urge for food – she demanded full submission, pushing boundaries that left her victims quivering, debased creatures bred for pleasure.
With her newest conquest, a younger, lithe geisha named Hana, Aya was set to carry out a “fisting ritual” to “break in” the lady’s untouched pussy. Hana was no unusual geisha, regardless of her candy, harmless look. In actuality, she was an elite spy from the Yakuza, despatched undercover to infiltrate the Temple, and uncover Aya’s secrets and techniques. But the second she was certain and gagged by Aya’s shibari knots, Hana knew she was hopelessly outmatched.
Aya started her ritual, binding Hana’s limber physique like a sacrifice on an altar, the ropes biting into her pores and skin, ass up, legs unfold vast. Fingers traced delicate paths down the small of her again, then onto her agency buttocks, earlier than dipping in between. The first finger pushed in effortlessly, signalling the start. Hana set free a muffled whimper behind her gag, clenching in futile resistance towards her captor’s expert arms. Aya laughed as extra digits pressured their manner in, Hana’s wetness betraying her physique’s response.
Two fingers changed into three, stretching the pulsing partitions of wire-thin folds. Pain combined pleasurably with the battle; to be stuffed, to submit, to lose management utterly. Aya relished the best way Hana squirmed, drunk on the geisha’s whimpers and moans. With deft fluidity, a fourth finger was pushed in, to the hilt, stretching Hana’s entrance impossibly.
“Nggghhh!” Hana’s eyes rolled again as Aya started pumping, wrist-deep into her, hitting an insistent bead of nerve endings inside. Time deserted them, the remainder of the world fading right into a tunnel of rope and pores and skin underneath Aya’s piston-like rhythm. Aya might really feel Hana’s muscle tissues going slack, reflexive orgasms wracking the younger magnificence as her pussy surrendered, the sweat-crust layers deepening to a dazed, wanton slack.
Hana vaguely registered extra sensations: fingertips probing, tendons and swords of flesh, lubricated with Aya’s spit. Reaching, she felt already-full, as if needing extra & but holding nothing. Then the bulb of a fist pressured itself via painfully & Hana sees bursts of sunshine. She practically loses consciousness as Aya begins pumping in earnest now & it takes all Hana has to not scream.
“Just breathe,” Aya’s calm voice, abruptly now not distant. Hana focuses on it as a life preserver & breathes, pants actually, whereas Aya fucks her onerous with a closed fist. Her physique lurches on the altar, rising underneath its personal rigidity, orgasm after orgasm jolting her in waves. Though she will’t see, via her obtain she senses an viewers watching the efficiency, males riveted by the depravity.
Aya continues relentlessly, relentlessly, making Hana’s pussy swollen & distended. She can see it from the place she’s positioned behind her & it inflames her much more. It’s practically unrecognizable it is stretched so vast open, Aya feeling a thrill matching her preliminary penetration. A fleshy ring, cage-fringe – Aya’s fist pumping, fist fucking, stretching the geisha’s passageway to its max limits.
Aya revels within the pushup towards a pussy’s luscious elasticity. That one can so abruptly slip a fist in and really feel now not simply 4 fingers snowboarding. She luxuriates in loosening the sphincter partitions, gently at first. Stroking, kneading. Kneading out the ache. Gentle sucking motions till the ring of tight muscle tissues start to chill out.
And now, as if by magic, the desperation passes. Hana breathes, opens up & lets Aya have her – not as punishment however as providing. The fist, a big large fist, presses deeper. It pushes between her labia majora, over her engorged clitoris & insistently, inevitably, into her tight little gap. Then it is in. And Hana is now not afraid. Watching her reflection – She’s reworked.
The fist disappears completely into Hana’s pussy & Aya begins curling her fingers inside her, dragging them alongside Hana’s inside partitions. Hana bears it silently, whimpering solely when Aya nudges her G-spot on the prime of her vaginal canal. Aya units up a gradual rhythm, fucking Hana along with her complete fist. Plunging it in & out at a gradual tempo, as if she’s making an attempt to punch via to the opposite facet of Hana’s physique.
Hana is past sensations now. Nothing else exists besides Aya’s fist. There’s no extra ache, no extra discomfort. Everything is white mild & she’s drifting away on the waves of subspace – the last word state of euphoria that solely comes from being fucked to the purpose of no return. Hana comes over & over once more, dropping rely of what number of orgasms are ripping via her physique.
Finally, Aya begins to decelerate. Her fist turns into gradual & languid. She’s not pumping anymore. Instead, pulling out nearly all the best way, simply the knuckles inside Hana’s pussy. And pushing again in. Over & over once more. Slowly. Aya’s palm is pressed towards Hana’s swollen clit with each thrust & it is an excessive amount of. Too a lot good. Hana feels herself coming once more, not with a cry however a silent scream.
When Aya lastly pulls out, Hana’s pussy makes a loud ‘pop’ & she will really feel how free she is. But as an alternative of soreness or disgust, there’s solely a deep sense of gratitude in the direction of Aya. Aya has reworked her utterly, damaged her & rebuilt her right into a vessels of pure pleasure. Aya kisses Hana gently on the lips & Hana is aware of she’ll be her prepared punching bag perpetually extra.
