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She sat waiting. He had told her not to speak. She wasn’t allowed to utter a word. Watching quietly out the window, the skies were grey and the rain was falling. People running this way and that, trying to avoid that, which they could not escape, and the rain. She could hear Him moving about the house, mind wondering, what was He up to now?
They had come a long way as she remembered their first meeting. Smiling quietly to herself, blushing red, as she remembered her own antics. All the time they had been chatting on the internet and phone, he had made her feel so special, so alive, so wanted, she sighed, and how well he knew her. The moment she saw Him she wanted to be at His feet. He allowed her too, and putting His hand in her hair, she felt so safe, she never wanted to leave. The desire to serve Him rose within her, it cried out to satisfy, but He wouldn’t let her. No it was their first meeting and He was doing the honourable thing. Deep in her mind and heart she knew He was absolutely right, she couldn’t argue, but what was this need driving her, wanting so much to give to Him. Wasn’t like she hadn’t met a few, at munches and parties, other dominants were good to talk too, great friends, but none made an impact on her, not until He came along. All reason, all logic, all restraint wanted to leap through the window.
Sighing she rested her head back against the window, waiting quietly as she had been instructed to do. He had made her jump through so many hoops in the beginning. Times she thought He wasn’t interested, was moving on, it was as if He knew and there He would be to pick her up again. He grilled her some nights, question after question, she felt dizzy, exposed and vulnerable. Just wanting to crawl to His feet, she still savoured the feeling she had when He was close. But it seemed He got her to that point then pulled back, leaving her lost, confused and abandoned. In her cool moments she knew it was all mind games, testing, learning and probing. What was she really like? What could she take? How would she react? He wanted to make sure this time He wasn’t making a mistake.
Two poles apart and yet the magnetism compelled them together. Several times she nearly walked away from Him, but some invisible force held in her place.
‘Come here’ she jumped as He entered the room. Quickly she walked over to Him smiling. ‘Turn.’ She turned away from Him. She hated it when He appeared so cold and unfeeling. She felt His hand take hers, feeling the sweet sting of the rope being tightened, soon both hands were tied behind her back. Standing very still, she gasped as he blindfolded her; she hated not having eye contact with Him. ‘Ssshh, I said’ she heard just before His hand stung her left cheek. She tried not to wriggle as her bottom smarted under his palm print. ‘Open’ she felt his fingers on her mouth and she obeyed, she tasted rubber and felt the ball with her tongue. She rolled her eyes under the blindfold, no she hated the gag. This was going to be a day He would test her endurance.
Her mind wondered back to those insecure days of being friends, with the hope of the maybe more if she was suitable. Some days floated by and she skipped with joy, other days felt so long and lonely.
They had met a few times, when He rang her ‘Be at The Lions Head at 7.30 tomorrow night.’
‘Yes Master.’ Was all she could say!
‘Wear a skirt and a blouse, and make sure you are clean shaven.’
‘Yes Master.’ That was how she had been dressed every meeting they had had. He rang off. Short, precise and no other details.
She liked His firmness, His self-control, His strength and confidence, but she hated it as well. She wanted to punch through that cold exterior, to that warm person inside, she wanted to hold Him, hug Him to her breast.
Whispering in her ear ‘Kneel’ brought her back to reality. She knelt as He gathered up her hair. Inside she was melting to His will, He knew touching her hair always made her swoon. Soon it was braided and bound tight. Her head pulled back as he attached her hair ring to the clip which bound her hands. She heard Him move away from her, her ears pricked straining to hear every sound, but she could smell Him there. He had such a rich, pleasant aroma about Him, she loved. There she was kneeling, hands tied at her back, head pulled back as her hair was pulled down to her hands, leaving her breasts prominent. She felt Him standing in front of her, then the cold touch of a blade. She froze momentarily and then relaxed, she knew she was safe, she knew she could trust Him, but still there was that tingle of fear. Then she felt the blade round down her neck to her cleavage, then rip as her bra was cut off. He pulled it away sharply discarding it on the floor. The blade ripped through her blouse, she gasped, as He yanked it from her body. The blade trailing down her breast, she held her breath as He grazed it over her nipples. Minutes later He let the blade slide down her stomach, moving down to her skirt, slicing through her waistband, it was soon laying around her knees. He kicked it away as the cold edge travelled to her knickers. He traced the line across before He slipped in the side and again cut the knickers from her body. Now she knelt, blindfolded, gagged, bound and naked before Him. Her breasts heaving, as she fought for control.
His hands tweaked her nipples, her body pulling against her hands as she tried to move with Him, but her bindings prevented it. Her mind screaming at her; her breathing becoming faster; her mind beginning to float. She heard the snap of the clamps before the burning of her nipples. She wanted to run, she hated the clamps, and yet she loved them too. He pulled each nipple in turn as he snapped on the clamps, her body recoiling in pain.
Then she felt herself being pushed down, her stomach coming in contact with something cold and hard. He had tilted her forward, this cold hard object was stopping her from toppling over, but it was at such an angle that it made her bottom stick out. She couldn’t move, she wanted to see, she felt disorientated as her body reclined, but her head was still pulled back. She felt Him binding her legs, she presumed to whatever the object was in front, He pulled her legs wide apart as He did so. Her nipples were burning and she wanted to scream at Him, the gag preventing any speaking.
Time lulled past and He didn’t touch her, her ears pricked up, she couldn’t hear Him. He mind was pleading for His return.
Memories flashed into her mind of that meeting at The Lions Head, when He talked and asked questions and again she felt exposed to Him, vulnerable and wanting. His eyes looked to the floor, she knew what He wanted as she slid to the floor, pleading with her eyes, begging ‘Please Master, please’ she cried in a whisper, so the other customers couldn’t hear her ‘Please Master make me Yours.’ She remembered the smile on His face as he reached for His pocket and pulled out a collar and placed it around her neck.
She smiled to herself, yes she was His, she had given herself totally to Him that day, and now whatever He did to her, wherever He took her she would always be safe.
A sharp pain in her left nipple broke her out her day dream, her nipple was being pulled down, she was struggling with the intensity, and it wasn’t stopping. Then like an electric shock her right nipple felt the stab of pain. Trying to think in a mind swimming around in treacle, she realised somewhere in the depths, he must have added weights to the rings. Her nipples were burning with an intensity she had never felt before and she wanted to scream.
Just as she was about to protest, his hand stroked her bottom, before slapping down on her cheek. The sting took her attention away momentarily from her breasts, but she gasped as her body moved, her nipples were pulled even more. He started slapping her bottom, first the left, the right, his slaps were hard and measured, slowly increasing in speed. She was panting, pain and pleasure intermingling, her senses peaked.
Her mind rampaged when she felt the flogger across her back and shoulders, slowly going down to make her bottom even rosier. Then she felt the whip lick her shoulders, she surrendered. Floating up and leaving her body, the sweet sensations below, oh she didn’t want this to stop. Her pussy was dripping and aching, as He let the whip caress her body. The heat in between her legs was rising, her breathing becoming erratic, she was going to burst. She couldn’t stop the tide as He whipped her harder, the licks burning and holding her. Her nipples on fire and protesting, it was too much to bear as her body exploded into ripples or orgasm, again and again. His rhythm was slowing as she was coming down, slowly together; He stopped and knelt in front of her, holding her tight as she dropped into His arms.
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We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy" Walter Anderson
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