EXTRACT FOR
Unveiling The Goddess Within
(LittleOne)

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.