Looking straight up into his blue eyes, I realized that I was on my own and for
all intents and purposes, there was nobody else in the whole wide world there
but him and me. He takes my cardigan from my shoulders and inspects me, saying
more to himself than to me, `My, don`t we look like a little slut tonight?`
I shudder deep within as my whole body responds to the soft tones of his voice.
His fingers begin to caress my over exposed breasts and I can feel my nipples
harden at his touch. He moves silently out of the range of my vision and
suddenly I feel him securing a collar around my neck. With a sudden intake of
breath, I wordlessly protest. He asks me if there is a problem and I stumble on
my words as I explain that I did not expect this sort of treatment. He laughs
quietly and proceeds to tell me to release all my expectations and what the
rules of this session will be. I hear him tell me that for this evening, he is
my Master and that he is operating under the direct orders of David, my Consort,
Lord and Master.
He takes the key to the handcuffs which David had given to him and unlocks one
of them so that he can remove my red, lacy top. I stand trembling before him
with both of my breasts naked and exposed and wait silently as he once again
locks the cuff to my wrist, only this time my hands are in front of me. He
begins to undo my belt and unzip the front of my denim skirt and he is pleased
to see that I have obeyed his command by not wearing any panties.
At this point, I thought to myself, `What would he have done if I had worn
them? Probably not much...but who knows?” I did not have much time to ponder
this question, because he slipped my skirt down over my heel clad feet and,
kneeling before me, began to remove my shoes. The sensation of him, my new
Master, removing my shoes was very arousing to me and he somehow senses this
arousal, because he allows his fingers to trace a delicate movement between my
legs and announce that I am one very horny Bitch!
I am shocked that my body continues to betray me at this level and that I do
not have any control over my prolific moistness. I tell him that I have been
like this since the Jade Goddess Retreat which both Lauren and I had attended
together just after the little cruise around the Inner Harbor and that it is not
my fault. The Master does not listen to my excuses and reasons why and leads me
slowly into his inner sanctuary. I had been there once before, only it was with
my lover and husband`s lover...the circumstances were so different then. David
was a Voyeur participating in the play of his two women with Master Dominic and,
he even took part in some of that play. Now, there was no one there, save me
and my Master and there was no one there to act as a buffer between him and
myself.
For me, this was a venture into the unknown. It was deliciously scintillating
and strangely erotic. I had placed myself into his hands, in total trust that I
would not be unduly harmed or hurt in this process and for me, that was an
incredibly scary place to be.
He tells me to sit down on the pillows in the corner and contemplate the
awaiting events of the evening. My mind is spinning out of control in a whirl
of thoughts, wondering if I should actually be there and whether to evoke my
‘safe word’. I decide that I am one tough cookie and that I am up for whatever
my Master offers to me and therefore wait expectantly.
Master helps me rise to my feet and instructs me to sit on his `Table` and then
to lie on my back. I comply and as I lay back, he comes very close to my head
and whispers even more commands and directives. As I gaze into his eyes, I
realize that I am his captive and his slave and that his wish really is my
command. He asks me to say aloud my ’safe word’ and I am immediately gratified
to see his delight in my remembrance of it. He tells me that I am not to touch
myself without his permission. He tells me that I may make any reasonable
requests, however he is the one who will decide if he will grant those requests
and then, only at his pleasure. He disappears for a moment and returns to
place a blindfold on me...I protest and tell him I do not need this. I can keep
my eyes shut if that is what he wishes. He does not agree and tells me this is
his wish.
Master begins to caress my body with his lips and his fingers. He touches me
with articles I am not familiar with. Like a trained Physician, he constantly
checks my state of arousal and makes disgusting comments about my dripping level
of wetness. I am horrified that he can produce such an ardent response from me
and all I can do is lay there in breathless anticipation, waiting for his next
surprise move.
I do not have long to wait, although when a Submissive is blindfolded and
handcuffed in the Master`s inner sanctum, she begins to lose all track of time
and dimension and so I really cannot tell when it was that he actually began to
smack me with his open hand on various parts of my body. He would pause every
so often, to flick and pull on my already hardened nipples. When they had
reached a certain degree of erection, he began to apply clips to both my breasts
and nipples. I thought I would scream out loud as these vicious implements bit
into my tender flesh and my safe word nearly crossed my lips. But as I relaxed
into a ‘zone of unreality’, I found the pain increasingly arousing and erotic.
As he pulled me back to the present, I suddenly felt Master`s hand come
crashing down across my pudenda and was once again, deeply shocked that such
treatment as this could produce a renewed and unrestricted flow of juices
issuing forth from me. How many times he smacked me there, I could not count
for I was lost in the aliveness of sensations and the next thing I knew was that
he was asking me if I had knowledge of what it was he was slowly draping across
my skin...he demanded that I smell it...that I even taste it...he demanded an
answer and I fought for control...what he possessed in his hand felt like a
multi-tailed suede whip and felt delicious against my naked breasts. Did I dare
tell him what I thought it was? Instead I insisted that I had never before
experienced this kind of punishment and wondered aloud at the purpose he would
put it to...I did not have long to wait or wonder because suddenly and without
warning, I felt its stinging blow across my exposed flesh.
So aroused was I, that I brought my bound wrists down to give some relief to my
demanding Yoni, forgetting his earlier command. I hear him tell me to remove my
hands...I ignore him...he tells me once more and instructs me with the
admonition that he will not repeat himself. I swallow deeply and choose to
submit, albeit at my own pace, which I realize I get away with in his presence.
I then bring one of my legs up to at least give some massage and pressure to my
burning clit, but again I am foiled in my own ministrations. Master says aloud
that he sees that he must deal with this new situation and immediately applies
soft leather restraints to my ankles. I beg and plead with him not to do this
and he totally ignores me and proceeds to attach the restraints to some hidden
part of his table. I am truly at his mercy and deep within my being, I know
this is as it must be.
Master then inserts his artful, pleasure giving fingers deep inside me and
brings me to one orgasm after another as he continues to rain blow after blow
upon my naked body. In my whole life I could never have imagined that I would
reach multiple orgasms during a systematic flogging of my flesh with a suede
whip...such a delicious sensation and one where words totally fail to adequately
describe.
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