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The Art of Hair Pulling - part 2
You arrive at Patrick’s private residence, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness about your private lesson. The sleek, modern design of his loft apartment is breathtaking, with dark wood floors and minimalist decor that exudes an air of sophistication.
Patrick greets you at the door wearing only a pair of black jeans, his muscular chest bare and tattoos on full display. He smiles warmly and ushers you inside, offering you a glass of wine to help calm your nerves. You take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat as you look around the room in admiration.
‘I’m glad you decided to come,’ Patrick says, his voice low and smooth. ‘I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.’
You blush at his words, unable to resist the charm of his confident demeanor. He leads you over to the couch and sits down next to you, running his fingers through your long, wavy red hair.
‘This is absolutely stunning,’ he says, admiring the way your hair cascades down your back. ‘It’s going to be perfect for our lesson.’
He gently tugs on your hair, causing you to let out a soft gasp of surprise. The sensation sends a shiver through your body, and you can’t help but feel a stirring of arousal between your legs. Patrick notices your reaction and smiles.
‘That’s it,’ he says encouragingly. ‘Just relax and let me guide you.’
He begins to explain the different techniques and sensations associated with hair pulling, using his own hands to demonstrate on your locks. You listen intently, fascinated by the way each tug and twist elicits a unique response from your body. As he speaks, Patrick’s fingers trace the outline of your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine.
‘Now it’s your turn,’ he says, handing you a brush. ‘I want you to try it on me.’
You hesitate at first, unsure of yourself, but Patrick reassures you with a gentle smile. You carefully run the brush through his short-cropped blond hair, marveling at the softness of the strands between your fingers. Taking a deep breath, you muster up the courage to give it a tug, pulling lightly at first before gradually increasing the force.
Patrick lets out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the sensation. ‘Yes,’ he murmurs. ‘That’s it. Pull harder.’
Emboldened by his response, you tug harder, eliciting another groan from Patrick. You can feel your confidence growing with each pull, and a thrill of excitement courses through your body as you realize the power you hold over him in this moment.
‘Enough,’ Patrick says suddenly, opening his eyes to meet yours. ‘Now it’s time for me to show you how it’s really done.’
He stands up and pulls you to your feet, guiding you towards a large, soft mat on the floor. He instructs you to lie down, and you obey without hesitation, your heart racing with anticipation. Patrick kneels beside you, his strong hands gripping your hair tightly as he leans in close to your ear.
‘This is where the real fun begins,’ he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. ‘Are you ready?’
You nod, unable to speak as you feel a wave of anticipation wash over you. Patrick begins to pull your hair with increasing force, alternating between gentle tugs and sharp yanks that send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You gasp and moan with each pull, your hips bucking involuntarily as the sensations become more intense.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Patrick asks, his voice low and commanding. ‘Tell me how much you love it.’
‘I love it,’ you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own breathing. ‘It feels so good.’
Patrick continues to pull your hair, using his free hand to explore your body further. He traces the outline of your breasts, teasing your nipples through your clothes before moving lower to caress the soft skin of your stomach and hips. His touch is electric, sending shivers through your entire body as you surrender completely to his control.
As your arousal reaches a fever pitch, Patrick releases your hair and helps you sit up. He looks at you with a mix of desire and admiration in his eyes.
‘You did amazingly well,’ he says, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. ‘I knew you had it in you.’
You blush at the compliment, feeling a surge of pride at your newfound confidence and ability to embrace your desires. Patrick leans in and kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. You melt into the kiss, lost in the moment as you savor the taste and feel of him against you.
Finally, he pulls away, leaving you breathless and longing for more. ‘I think it’s time we took this to the next level,’ he says with a wicked grin.
He stands up and holds out his hand, offering to help you to your feet. You take it without hesitation, eager to see where this journey will lead you next. As you stand facing each other, Patrick’s gaze meets yours, filled with desire and the promise of even greater pleasure to come.
As you enter Patrick’s loft apartment, you’re struck by the air of sophistication and sensuality that permeates the space. The high ceilings and large windows create an open, inviting atmosphere, while the minimal furnishings and sleek decor give it a modern, urban feel. One wall is adorned with an array of BDSM equipment, hinting at the pleasures to come.
Patrick leads you to the middle of a plush rug and guides you into a kneeling position, facing away from him. You can’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation as he runs his fingers through your long, wavy red hair. Suddenly, he grasps a handful tightly, making you gasp in surprise and arousal.
“I never knew something so simple could feel this good,” you think to yourself, your body already tingling with desire.
Patrick seems pleased by your reaction, his confidence growing as he continues to explore your hair’s potential for pleasure. He wraps it around his hand multiple times, using it as a makeshift leash to control your movements and position you however he desires.
“Say it,” he commands in a low, dominant voice. “Tell me that you’re mine to do with as I please.”
You hesitate for a moment, but the desire to submit to him is too strong to resist. “I am yours to do with as you please,” you whisper, feeling a rush of excitement and surrender course through your veins.
Patrick’s eyes darken with pleasure at your words, and he rewards you with a gentle tug on your hair, guiding you into position on the rug. You lie on your back, your arms stretched out above your head as he straddles your chest, using his weight to hold you down.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head upwards, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he kisses you passionately. You can feel his desire for you in every touch, every movement, and it sends shivers down your spine.
Throughout the lesson, Patrick whispers words of encouragement and praise in your ear, telling you how beautiful you look in submission, your body filled with desire. His words fuel your arousal, making you crave even more of his touch.
Finally, the lesson comes to an end, and Patrick helps you to your feet, kissing you passionately before leading you to the couch to rest and process your experience together. As you sit there, your heart still racing, you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and longing for more.