Then a ping on her mobile earlier in the day was an email...it read, 'be ready tonight', that was all, but she knew.
The phone rang...three times and stopped, she had been expecting it since the email earlier in the day, but that did not stop the bolt of sexual electricity that coursed through her body, she had to fight it, or it would consume her.
She had to be bathed and shaved and ready to present herself to him when he arrived.
The three rings meant his arrival was imminent.
She went through her preparations in her head.
She had bathed and shaved, but she had nicked her pussy, she knew he would not be happy with that for two reasons, first was that she had been careless and the second was that he expected perfection.
The keys to her front door were in a secret place outside that only he knew.
She wondered if he would punish her; deep down she hoped so.
She had dressed in her leather harness, the current “uniform” for her.
The leather straps framed her large natural breasts, he liked her breasts and they took pain...the kind of pain she enjoyed.
Other straps went between her legs rubbing against her pussy, a pussy that already felt warm and wet.
Lastly, she placed the cup of tea beside his chair, hoping it would not be cold by the time he arrived, that was difficult but being his pain slut was not meant to be easy.
Satisfied she took her position, standing with her back to his chair, legs apart 18 inches she put on her blindfold, clasped her hands behind her back and waited.
It seemed like ages but was probably only a few minutes before she heard steps outside.
Although she was expecting him there was always the fear that someone else completely innocent might be there instead.
The outer door opened and then the inner, she breathed deeply and then quickly...her heart was racing.
She strained to smell him, to hear his breathing, to be sure it was him.
She heard movement, a sound that might be his chair taking weight, the clink of china (his cup?) and then nothing.
She knew the suspense was intentional, she both loved it and hated it at the same time.
She longed for his touch and approval, but she loved the torment too.
Then something touched her shoulder, it was him, Sir.
Only he could touch her that way, inside and out.
Was it love she felt? she didn't know.
She suspected it might be more than love, something more intense, something deeper that joined their souls.
She felt his breath on her shoulder.
She longed to feel his teeth, but instead he licked her and whispered in her ear, “How is my little girl tonight?”
She knew it was a rhetorical question and did not answer.
She felt his eyes inspect her.
She hoped he was pleased as he tugged at her leather straps.
He pinched a nipple...she gasped...as he muttered unhappily “not tight enough,” as he pulled on the harness.
The straps between her legs cut into her pussy, but she remained totally silent, he expected her to be silent.
She heard him sit down and say, “show me!”
She knew what she had to do, she had to bend down and grasp her ankles and in doing so show her arse and pussy to him, he loved both, she knew that.
In fact, she knew he admired all of her, that was why he could affect her the way he did.
The pain he gave her was their love, it was unconditional, but she loved the pain and her pleasure was his pleasure.
At other times he was so gentle and close to her, in a way that she felt intuitively how he cared for her and how he could not hurt her.
In this relationship hurt was not equal to pain.
Pain was part of her needs and his ultimate gift to her.
In return he thrived on her pleasure a complete symbiotic relationship with each supplying the other and satisfying their needs in return.
Hurt was deeper, hurt is malicious, hurt would be deprivation of care and attention.
In the world of a Dom the usual definitions of words break down and become an understanding between the two individuals involved at that point, the definitions change over time and understanding.
She heard him grumble, he had seen the nick, it was only a small one, but he knew every millimetre of her body and she knew he would notice it.
“Careless” he said as he smacked her right arse cheek very hard, she gasped and bit her lip, feeling the pleasure course through her body.
“Stand-up” he said, and she did.
“Turn around”
“Remove the blindfold”
For an instant she was blinded as the evening sun poured through the window, then she could see his face, she looked carefully, trying to see his intentions.
She knew the answer before he asked, but he thrived on hearing her answer and knew what it did for her as he asked, “do you submit totally and absolutely to me?”
She knew what she would say, but the feelings they triggered were immense.
Finally lifting her voice above a whisper, she said, “yes Sir I submit to you totally and absolutely, do with me as you wish for, I know that you care for me and will only do what is best for me.”
He smiled, stood up and kissed her forehead. his head dropped to her shoulder and nipped the skin between her collar bone and neck.
It was hard enough to bring that feeling she craved, but not to break the skin or draw blood.
She knew that from it she would have another mark to wear with pride.
Her knees weakened and the waves of pleasure and desire engulfed her, she wondered how many more marks she would receive this evening?
As he stood behind her, she trembled, partly in anticipation, partly in fear, she knew he would test her limits...he always did, but that was what she needed and desired most of all.
His hand grasped the hair at the back of her neck, firmly but not harshly, he pulled her head up and back as he said, “let's go!!” he walked her from the room towards her bedroom.
She knew better than to speak...their communication was at a deeper level.
As she entered her eyes passed over the toys, she had laid out...she knew what he liked.
She had taken care...checked three times but still she feared that something would be wrong...she so wanted to please him in all she did.
On the dressing table the well-worn riding crop and flogger were laid on the left, the vibrator, dildo and butt plugs were in the centre and the blindfold and cuffs were to the right, the spreader bar was lying at the foot of the bed!
He let go of her hair and went to the dresser. he picked each up in turn seeing that the leather had been waxed and everything was clean, he turned...he smiled...he was pleased, she knew that she would get what she craved.
He picked up the cuffs and walked to her, obediently she offered her wrists in front of her.
As he fastened the leather to each wrist, her pulse quickened, her breath shortened, and her sexual desire rose.
He linked them together and returned for the blindfold, this he fastened around her head and the lights went out! his large arms lifted her to the bed, which was covered by a single simple sheet...no pillows, it had head and foot boards with bars to secure “things” to.
As she lay there, she heard him working above her head. he was attaching a short rope and soon lifted her arms up over her head and secured them to the bed but with enough room to manoeuvre if required.
He next worked at her feet...fixing the spreader bar (which she knew spread up to 40 inches, something he insisted on) to her ankles and then attaching that to the bed.
She was now secure like an inverted “Y” she could move but only a little as her increasing heated sex was now fully exposed to him...her legs wide open, her breasts framed by the beautiful leather harness he had purchased for her.
She waited.
She heard him moving but was not sure what he was doing.
He walked back to the bed.
The first thing she felt was a light but sharp tap on her right nipple, it was the riding crop, the sensation flared through her, her nipple became erect immediately, her breath lost.
He tapped again harder this time and it was as though he had tapped her pussy...the connection was there!!
After about 10 taps a rosy glow spread across her breast and he moved to the other nipple. he repeated the treatment, watching her twitch at each instance.
With both breasts afire her next feeling was the crop sliding between her legs and making contact with her wet pussy lips.
It found the slit between them and he slowly drew it up and out...trailing across her throbbing clit, she almost came as he teased it and then it was gone.
Then she smelt it, she could smell her own sex, she opened her mouth in anticipation and was rewarded as the leather tongue of the crop coated with her own juices was inside her mouth.
She savoured it...her pussy juices...the leather...the wax, she sucked and licked it she wanted to keep it there, but he withdrew it no doubt to check that it was clean.
She knew he would torment her clit.
“Say thank you after each time” he said.
She held her breath and then it came...he smacked her clit with the crop.
Was it pleasure or was it pain, she did not know, she did not care as she gasped for breath as she managed to say, “thank you Sir, please may I have another?”
he administered another, again, she gasped “thank you Sir, please may I have another?”
This continued for 20 further strikes, she was riding tidal waves of pleasure and pain even when he did not strike her, he judged that she had had enough, and it was time to move on.
When the gap between strikes lengthened, she knew he had finished, but she wanted more...she silently begged for more...but as she knew all too well...he would not...he was Sir...he was her Sir...so she waited.
She felt him release the spreader bar, but her hands remained tied, he eased her legs together closing them, over her sopping pussy and eager clit.
Next she felt his hands under her as he rolled her on to her stomach pivoting around her tied hands.
She lay there waiting until his hands gripped her hips and lifted them so that her knees fell under her. her arse was in the air and he eased her knees apart...about 18 inches, as her face now rested between her elbows on the bed, her sore nipples hanging down, her wet pussy feeling the cool air.
She felt the cold steel of the extra-large butt plug as it pushed against her tiny anus, she could feel that he had not lubricated it, she agreed that she would always rely on her natural secretions and muscle control to take this butt plug and as he pushed...it burned...he pushed again...not hard or forcibly...she opened...he pushed...she groaned...he pushed...she hissed aggressively...it was in.
It filled her burning arse, instinctively she wanted to push it out, but of course she knew it would not move, in reality she wanted it to stay there as she loved the feeling of this unnatural invasion of her body and the delightful pain and pleasure it bought.
He moved, she waited, what was next... then she felt the cool leather tassels of the flogger as they dragged down from the back of her head, snaking down her narrow framed and harnessed back as the tassels languidly dropped between her open legs, the way he did that sent shivers of lust and excitement through her body.
Then a swish as he expertly connected the flogger to each of her stunningly beautiful arse cheeks repeatedly in a metronomic motion, each swish a little harder each time, as the glow and heat from the cheeks of her arse intensified with each connection.
He stopped and whispered, “breasts...now,” she immediately raised herself upright onto her knees, wrists still bound and roped to the headboard, she arched backwards slightly such the harness tightened across her breasts, pushing them outwards.
He touched each nipple with the tip of a finger, her body immediately responded as each nipple hardened, then the tassels of the flogger traced along her chest back and forth, slowly and languidly, then a sharp swish connected with both breasts, the sensation was incredible as she gasped out loud, something she should not have done, and immediately he had a clump of her hair at the back of her head and pulled it back sharply as he said, “you know the rules...silence!”
He released her hair and then...nothing, it seemed like forever but in reality, 2 or 3 minutes and then swish across the breasts again. Between her legs she was leaking, she knew she was having mini orgasm after orgasm at this man’s treatment of her, swish, swish, swish, swish, her breasts were on fire, her nipples hard as stone, she knew it, she could feel it, she wanted it, she wanted more of it as she felt the liquid of her orgasm running down the inside of her legs.
He stopped and said, “arse,” and she assumed her previous position with her face down between her elbows on the bed. He parted her legs wider this time, he could surely see the juices that had leaked from her wanton pussy.
Again, the flogger swished and connected with the soft inners of her thighs it was complete and utter torment. her body glowed as he worked her up, swish, the flogger connected with her pussy making her twitch upwards...but no sound, but she was screaming inside, she wanted him so badly, she did not think she could take much more of this and she thought he knew it too.
He stopped and whispered to her to “rest,” as he did, so he slid the vibrator into her welcoming pussy, she was so wet and so diffused by the sensation she hardly felt it even when he turned it on at its lowest setting.
He left her, arse in the air, butt plug filling her ass, vibrator humming in her pussy and he closed the door.
Slowly but surely, she became more aware of the vibrator and the effect it was having on her.
Any pain subsided and mixed with the vibrations, she could feel she was nearing climax, but could not, would not cum without his permission.
Her orgasm built, she fought for control, it was swamping her, she gasped for breath and then it was gone.
He had returned and pulled the vibrator out, she gasped for breath as relaxed her control, and then it happened he rammed his cock into her. This is what she had waited for the culmination of the pleasure and pain, to feel him inside her, Sir fucking his...his pain slut.
As one hand gripped her hips helping bury himself deeper, the other expertly released the rope tying her hands to the bed and then gripped her hair.
He pulled her up and back by her hair letting her settle even deep as his teeth found her shoulder.
It was all too much...her orgasm completely crashed over her and crushed her like a 100-foot wave.
She had no control left but her body took over, her head thrown back her pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, her body rippled...wave after wave of orgasm as his teeth bit her other shoulder.
She felt him empty inside her, her satisfaction was complete as she almost died of pleasure.
As his climax passed, they toppled over, as wave after wave of orgasm continued to flood, she was exhausted, exhilarated and utterly shattered, he removed the leather handcuffs with all the care in the world, he took her face in his hands and kissed her, he said “rest now my sweet little pain slut.”
He left the room, she heard the door close...he was gone, she fell asleep.
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