“NOW WE BEGIN”! a BDSM story


Here you sit waiting for Steve to arrive at the agreed to meeting point, the parking lot at a local hotel that you picked out. You wonder if this is a dangerous mistake on your part or just a another wasted evening. You only met and talked with Steve for about 40 minutes on your first date; but you found him somewhat different from the usual males that e-mail you from the AFF site.

When you talked you agreed to doing an SM session and he went through a lengthy agreement with you on limits, safe words, and a safe sign (a fully opened hand with the fingers spread). You half been wondering about that. Why was he insistent that I can also use that as a safe stop signal, would you be gagged and could not talk or scream.

All the other things that you had agreed to race through your mind :
BDSM; safe words; safe sign; silent alarm calls to and from a friend who knows where you are meeting; safe words that are traffic light colors of red, yellow, green, numbers of 1 to with 1 being a very low pain to 10 being extremely painful and approaching the “RED” safe word to stop immediately; you are to address him as SIR as you have not earned the right to call him MASTER; only the two of you to be present; the session is to start at 12 noon and last until 6 PM; any bondage; marks are permitted, but none that last more than two or three days; rubber; foot fetish; toys; safe sex only; anal sex; vaginal penetration; and you are to wear sexy and suggestive underwear.

You also agreed that you would NEVER TOUCH HIS TOYS without his permission, and you would ask his permission to even go to the bathroom or leave the room. Additionally, you would always tell him when you were about to cum, and have to ask his permission to allow you to cum; except he said if you were coming as a result of a whip-lash. While that seemed unlikely to you, all other agreements and limits seemed okay and you had agreed.

You toy with the idea of leaving when suddenly your cell phone rings. It seems louder than usual. Maybe you are just a little hyper and jumpy. It’s Steve with the hotel room number where you are to meet him. You quickly call you safe person and give her the room number. Hesitantly you find yourself leaving the safety of your car and find yourself in front of Steve’s hotel room door. You hesitate, gather your strength, you agreed to meet him this way, and you find yourself knocking on the door.

The door opens and you find Steve dressed casually and invites you into the room. As you enter you quickly search the room for signs of what is to come or signs of trouble, but nothing. The room is bare except for a large overnight bag. Even the twin queen beds are still made. You see a can of mixed nuts, some pop bottles , some ice, and two glasses. A part of your mind is telling you that you should leave but you are frozen in place waiting to see what will happen next.

Steve walks up to you, his hand touches your face lightly. His hands are hot on you cheeks. He told you that he is a masseuse and a Reiki Master and that has hands can get very hot. You notice his cologne, soft and with a slight citrus sent. Different but very pleasing. His face moves to your face and he kisses you softly on the lips. No tongue forced into your mouth just a soft and somehow caring kiss that seems to go right through your entire body. The door closes behind you with a thud.

He walks to a chair facing you, sits, and starts to look you over from head to foot. You feel as though you are on display and he is mentally undressing you as you stand in from of him. You stand there for what seems an eternity but it is only seconds. “Take off you blouse”, it is as if you are somewhere else but the sound of that rips through your body as if it came from a loudspeaker, yet he only spoke in a low volume utterance. You are frozen. This is not at all what you had expected from prior SM meetings or sessions. “I said take off your blouse, don’t make me repeat myself”. Your feet are frozen in place, your pulse starts to rise in a fight or flight reaction. Something tells you that you need to do this. Not because he has threatened you, but because there is something in the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes that penetrates right through you and demands complete compliance.

Your hands complete the command as your fingers shakily unbutton the buttons on the blouse, spread the blouse open to revile your bra, and then let it slide off your arms onto the floor at your feet. +Are you in a barn” splits your ears and brain. You immediately stoop, pick up the blouse, fold it neatly, and place it onto a nearby chair. You return to stand there, aware of you partial nakedness. This is ridiculous! You have undressed for many men before without a moment’s hesitation or embarrassment. But here you stand, blushing, embarrassed in front of this man. “Take off your pants”. The command pierces the room’s silence and your brain. You think, this could be your last chance to get out of there. “Do I need to repeat myself “?

You start to unbuckle your belt, unbutton the waist, and slide them off. They join your blouse, neatly folded with your blouse on the chair. You do not understand what has come over you. Your face is starting to flush and your heart seems to be pounding in your chest and head. You had told Steve that you like sexy underwear and had put on a see-through lacy bra and thong panties. You knew that he could see right through them as if you were naked. You try to cover your breasts and pussy with your hands but are immediately greeted with “I did not tell you to do that”. The words pierce your brain like a hot needle. “Hands by your sides and stand proud, you are a beautiful woman”. You respond to this direction as if you were a soldier in boot camp obeying his drill sergeant.

“Now strip everything off”. You somehow comply with trembling hands. You find that after placing your bra and panties on the chair, you returned to stand tall but feeling totally naked and vulnerable. Your face feels hot and flushed, but you do not dare move. His eyes feel like lasers as they survey your entire body, following each and every curve and crevasse. Is he pleased? What is he thinking? Where is your safe call? You sneak a quick glance at the clock on the night table. Your call was to be in 20 minutes but only 12 minutes have passed. Your mind is racing, your senses more acute, your breathing has increased, and your head is starting to spin.

He gets up from his chair and goes to his bag and opens it. You wonder what he is looking for. Then you hear him say “Yes, this will do” and your body stiffens, he has pulled a riding crop from the bag. It is clearly not a run of the mill SM toy but a real English riding crop. Long, very whippy, and with a wide double leather slapper on the end. You quickly realize that this is a serious crop that it can cause you considerable pain if he chooses. You hear a ringing off in the distance. His voice pierces the stillness, “Aren’t you going to answer it”.

You snap out of the trance and quickly grab you phone. It is you safe call. Without a moment’s hesitation you speak the coded safe work to you friend and hang up. Another chance to leave has escaped but you do not seem to care. You need to know more about this person!

He is coming toward you yet you just stay there, standing completely naked, proud, waiting for what you do not know. He slaps the crop against his leg with a loud CRACK. “Back into role” and you find yourself easing easily back into your role as a submissive. You remember a discussion from your previous face to face meeting. He had said that the session was to be a power exchange between you and him. He acknowledged that while you were giving him control of your body and mind as a submissive, you could instantly regain it by simply saying the safe word or by using the safe sign.

A shiver runs through your body. He circles you slowly, you feel his body heat, hear his shoes on the carpet, hear his breathing. His arm with the crop moves, you brace for the impact but none comes. Instead he places the leather end gently on different parts of our body to adjust how you stand. Your body moves as if it were soft clay in the hands of a potter. He has made you straighten arch your back a bit that now makes your beautiful large breasts stick out even further; you also sense that your nipples are now as hard as rocks. Then he straightens you lower back that forces you pussy forward. “Good Girl” rings in your ears. A slight calm and satisfaction spreads through you.

“NOW WE BEGIN”!

Stark terror now overtakes your body and mind. You start to break out in a cold sweat but still stand as you were placed. Your nipples now feel the cool air of the room. You are totally vulnerable standing there before this man for him to see you in all your nakedness. Your mind tries to make sense of the last comment – “Now we begin”. You do not have to wait for an answer.

He pulls a black, padded silk blindfold from his pocket and moves behind you. He slides it over your head, down to your neck, pulls your long hair above the elastic bands, and then slides the blindfold up over your eyes. Your hair falls free to your shoulders. You are now in total darkness. You cannot see even out of the sides or the bottom of the blindfold. Your safe word is on the tip of your tongue, but say nothing.

A finger touches your right shoulder and you jump momentarily; then two, three, four, then his whole hand rests on your shoulder. He repeats the same on your left shoulder. He now has you in his grip. Your back senses his body heat and feels his breath. The blindfold, while stealing your sight, seems to have intensified your other senses. You notice his cologne again, a fresh citrus smell, his hands are hot on your skin. You try to anticipate his next move; but it is not what you expected.

He starts to massage your shoulder muscles that you now realize are painfully tense and tight. His hands slowly work their way down your back towards your ass cheeks but passes them and down to your upper thighs. His fingers work wonders to soften tense muscles and you start to relax a little. He pulls away from you. You wonder if your ass doesn’t interest or excite him as he moves around to stand in front of you.

His fingers touch the skin of your shoulders, slide lightly down and up your arms, and back to your shoulders. They start down toward your breasts, you realize that you have retained the body position he put you in with your breasts naked, waiting for his touch. But he only slightly grazes the side of your breasts as his hands move to trace the outline of your hips. Is it your pussy that he is after? His hands stop on your upper thighs and then leaves you standing there.

It seems as if time have stood still for an eternity, but then you hear him pull back the covers on the one of the beds and the covers fall to the floor. There is a whole spectrum of sounds from light scuffling to the clink of metal on metal. He must have spread out all kinds of SM toys and restraints under the bed covers before you arrived. Your mind tries unsuccessfully to attach pictures to these sounds. He approaches with tinkling metal sounds and grasps your wrists and pushes you slowly backwards until your legs touch the side of the other bed. “Sit”. You hesitate momentarily and then comply. Will he take you sexually or….?

You complete the assignment. You smell leather. He drops some things that have the tinkling sounds. He releases your left wrist, but affixes a wide wrist cuff to your right wrist, buckles it, and then you hear a distinctive metal clink as what you know is a padlock latching. You have somehow lost all reason and you let him continue putting cuffs on your left wrist and both ankles. More tinkling , “Head up”. You comply and he slides a locking collar around your neck and it too is padlocked shut. “Stand up”. As you stand up you hear him remove the covers on this bed but there are now some new metallic sounds that you cannot identify.

You consider using your safe word and stop everything right now, but you want to know more about this man, this powerful man who has NOT touched you sexually even though you stand naked before him. You have even willingly allowed him to place locked cuffs on your wrists and ankles and a locked collar on your neck. “Bend over and hold your ankles”. You do nothing. “I said bend over”. You still do not react. You think , what if I don’t comply? That hesitation results in a powerful hand slap to your right ass cheek. You cry out and jerk to attention. You feel the burn of his hand print, hot and stinging on your skin. It hurt!  That answered your question!

He pulls a black, padded silk blindfold from his pocket and moves behind you. He slides it over your head, down to your neck, pulls your long hair above the elastic bands, and then slides the blindfold up over your eyes. Your hair falls free to your shoulders. You are now in total darkness. You cannot see even out of the sides or the bottom of the blindfold. Your safe word is on the tip of your tongue, but say nothing.

A finger touches your right shoulder and you jump momentarily; then two, three, four, then his whole hand rests on your shoulder. He repeats the same on your left shoulder. He now has you in his grip. Your back senses his body heat and feels his breath. The blindfold, while stealing your sight, seems to have intensified your other senses. You notice his cologne again, a fresh citrus smell, his hands are hot on your skin. You try to anticipate his next move; but it is not what you expected.

He starts to massage your shoulder muscles that you now realize are painfully tense and tight. His hands slowly work their way down your back towards your ass cheeks but passes them and down to your upper thighs. His fingers work wonders to soften tense muscles and you start to relax a little. He pulls away from you. You wonder if your ass doesn’t interest or excite him as he moves around to stand in front of you.

His fingers touch the skin of your shoulders; slide lightly down and up your arms, and back to your shoulders. They start down toward your breasts, you realize that you have retained the body position he put you in with your breasts naked, waiting for his touch. But he only slightly grazes the side of your breasts as his hands move to trace the outline of your hips. Is it your pussy that he is after? His hands stop on your upper thighs, and then leaves you standing there.

It seems as if time has stood still for an eternity, but then you hear him pull back the covers on the one of the beds and the covers fall to the floor. There is a whole spectrum of sounds from light scuffling to the clink of metal on metal. He must have spread out all kinds of SM toys and restraints under the bed covers before you arrived. Your mind tries unsuccessfully to attach pictures to these sounds. He approaches with tinkling metal sounds and grasps your wrists and pushes you slowly backwards until your legs touch the side of the other bed. “Sit”. You hesitate momentarily and then comply. Will he take you sexually or….?

You complete the assignment. You smell leather. He drops some things that have the tinkling sounds. He releases your left wrist, but affixes a wide wrist cuff to your right wrist, buckles it, and then you hear a distinctive metal clink as what you know is a padlock latching. You have somehow lost all reason and you let him continue putting cuffs on your left wrist and both ankles.  More tinkling, “Head up”. You comply and he slides a locking collar around your neck and it too is padlocked shut. “Stand up”. As you stand up you hear him remove the covers on this bed but there are now some new metallic sounds that you cannot identify.

You consider using your safe word and stop everything right now, but you want to know more about this man, this powerful man that has NOT touched you sexually even though you stand naked before him. You have even willingly allowed him to place locked cuffs on your wrists and ankles and a locked collar on your neck. “Bend over and hold your ankles”. You do nothing. “I said bend over”. You still do not react. You think what if I don’t comply? That hesitation results in a powerful hand slap to your right ass cheek. You cry out and jerk to attention. You feel the burn of his hand print, hot and stinging on your skin. It hurt! That answered your question!

‘YES SIR’ you hear yourself answer as you quickly comply and grasp your ankles. Now, not only are you naked but you are bent over, totally exposing your most private areas to this man’s gaze. Before you can anticipate his next moves, he quickly ties your wrist and ankle cuffs together with rope. You hear metal on metal again and he forces your feet wide apart. Click and another click and he releases your feet. You try to bring them together but cannot. He has locked them more than two feet apart with a metal spreader bar.

Slowly he pushes you forward until your upper body weight forces your breasts into the cool bed sheets. You are now completely off balance and unable to get up. He leaves again to get something from the other bed. A swishing sound hits your ears. Not like a whip but something else. Another swish and you feel air on your ass cheeks. Swish and you feel more air, whatever it is it is getting closer to you. Swish. This time it felt like something grazed your cheek. Swish, your body jerks up against your bonds. Swish, dozens of tiny little stings appear on your cheek, then both cheeks. You finally recognize the toy as a horse hair flogger.

He stops after some 20 strokes and moves closer. You are not hurt but the skin on your ass cheeks stings slightly and slight warmth starts to spread across your butt. He approaches close enough to feel his breath on your hot cheeks. His hand lightly touches the area and the heat of his hand slightly intensifies the sting but pleasantly so. Then as if his hand has removed some of the sting you feel him softly bend and kiss the hurting area. Your face flushes as his hand surveys his handy work. He continues to do the same thing on your thighs and shoulder area, soothing and kissing each red area of skin.

Wait, you feel a little liquid dripping down your right inner thigh. Then you notice that you know that smell. Your pussy is getting so wet and with your legs spread this way you cannot pull your pussy lips together to stop it dripping. So much for being ladylike. Here you are, in a totally exposed position, having been flogged by a horse hair flogger, and how do you react? You get excited and your pussy is sopping wet like a bitch in heat!

In two quick moves he unties the ropes holding your wrists to your ankles.  “Stand up”. He sees you struggling to get up and helps you stand. Stiff and still sore from the lashing you struggle to return to the standing posture that he expects you to hold. The spreader bar is still in place holding your legs wide apart but you do your best to stand up straight and proud as expected. When you succeed as much as you can in obtaining the desired posture you hear “Good Girl”. It rings in your ears and a soft mellow feeling takes you deeper into a submissive mind set.

You hear him move around the room handling something that makes a slight noise over where you are standing. He comes closer and says “Hands over your head”.  Your mind races and fear starts to build again in your mind. “I said hands over your head”. You dare not continue to stay motionless and you lift your arms over your head. He quickly catches your right hand and slides a rope through what must be a retaining ring on the cuff. You start to resist as he catches your left hand but he is too quick and strong for you in this subdued state. Your hands are pulled up over your head but not totally tight. You realize that he must have rigged some sort of hook on the ceiling. You wiggle a bit and find that you can turn around a little and take a step or two before the overhead line gets tight.

You hear his breath quicken and get heavier. You hear him go to the other bed and slide something off the bed. A slight swish and then a sharp “CRACK”. Your whole body jumps as if shot by a bullet. The something makes a sound as part of it falls to the carpet. You smell a strong sent of oiled leather, it gets stronger. He reaches over your head and places something on your right shoulder and it loges between your arm and face. It is leather, heavy, rough, and round. Suddenly the something has a name. It is a whip of some sort, but what. A heavier flogger, a cat, a single tail, or maybe even a bull whip.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to come here today you think. Then he starts to slide the thing off your shoulder. As it slides six or seven inches you notice a raised knot at one point followed by a number of leather strips. A flogger! It has now slipped from your body all together. It returns to trace or mark an area on your left cheek with the flogger’s falls.

An eternity seems to pass before you hear the first swish then “Smack”!  Your left ass cheek quivers with the impact of the flogger’s falls and your body dances in its bonds. It has landed directly on the area that the falls traced across your ass cheek. “Assume your position”. He waited until you stood proud and straight as he had instructed. Then again you feel another drag across a different area of your other cheek. “Smack” and you jump again. A slightly heavier thudding impact, not unpleasant, but it brings fresh heat to your cheek. Again and again you obediently return to your straight posture only to have the flogger trace another area and smack your cheeks again and again. Then it is repeated down on your thighs, and then up on your upper back. Your whole back side is now hot and has a slight stinging sensation; but a new feeling or sensation is starting to spread through your body.

He stops, and then approaches you. He studies his work. His hands again sooth the reddened skin and he kisses you on your neck. You sag slightly as you feel a soothing calmness overtake you. You wonder will he say it. “Good Girl”. A smile finds your lips. “Thank you SIR” you hear someone say. Then you realize that you have said it!

He then turns you around 180 degrees. You break into a cold sweat. He wouldn’t flog your front would he? That was quickly answered as he dragged the flogger slowly over your breasts and off.  You wait and wait for the impact. “Swish,” “SMACK!”  Landed right across your right breast and nipple. You start to let out a slight scream but stifle it to a moan. It was in no way as hard as those on your back side, but does it sting, especially your erect nipple that now feels like it would explode. He checks his work. Swish and SMACK! Four more times he traces over your breast and then the flogger finds its mark.  Each time you returned to the expected posture like a robot, breasts held high, awaiting the next lash. You obey now almost without question.

A light clinking sound like glasses banging together and your nipple feels like it have been set on fire. You wither for a moment under the pain. You picture your burned and blackened nipple when suddenly there is ice cold liquid dripping down your breast. You realize he has taken an ice cube that you thought were for the drinks and pressed it against your aching nipple. The cold only intensifies the pain in your whipped nipple and breast until the ice has totally melted.

He again checks his work, satisfied, his hand touches the reddened and chilled skin with his hand, and your body jumps again. You are his to use or touch as he desires within the agreed SM session limits. You regain your composure and arch your back and push your tortured breast into his waiting hands. ‘SLUT’  you think to yourself and don’t care, it feels wonderful. He bends toward your breast and kisses the nipple. Soft, hot, wet, and lovingly. You feel the cool room air as his lips leave your nipple.

He then traces the falls across your left breast. You inhale and hold your breath for the impact. When you can’t hold it any longer and exhale you hear the familiar “SWISK” and “SMACK”. He repeats the exercise on your left breast complete with the ice and a kiss on your nipple. Your legs are wet and you know why.  Suddenly you feel the flogger falls trace and area over your mound of Venus! NO, he wouldn’t! SWISH, “SMACK”! Your whole body jumps upward and you try to pull your legs together, but can’t. Your pussy lips feel as if they are on fire; but not from the impact of the falls. The very thought of being actually hit this way, unable to close your legs, is turning you on, hotter than you can remember. Again and again the falls kiss your pussy lips.

He stops to admire his work again. His hand finds the stinging lips. You start to pull your pussy away from his hand, “Do I need to tell you again”? You know exactly what he expects and you return to position offering him your wet pussy. You jump again as a finger parts your pussy lips, it searches for your clit, and finds it. You find that you are squirming, fluid now runs freely from between your lips and runs down both your thighs. Your pulse rises, your breath grown lighter and faster, you are approaching an orgasm.

You want now more than anything to cum. You suddenly remember that he wants you to tell him when you get close to reaching a climax. What if you tell him and he stops! You already know that you want to please him and know that you do not want to displease him as you can imagine the consequences. But, you are ever so close! ‘I’m close” you scream, “Please SIR, let me cum”! He stops, “NO!  PLEASE SIR!” you scream. After what seems an eternity you hear the words you need, “Yes, you may cum now PET”, and his finger starts to circle your clit again, a little more pressure this time and also a little faster. ‘YES’, ‘Thank you SIR’ you yell as you cum and sink into your bonds.

But he doesn’t stop. Your whole body starts to tense again for another orgasm, but he is too quick and senses it. He stops leaving you wound tight and almost out of breath. You tell yourself that you did not tell him you were about to cum again. You try to recover and you say ‘I’m close’, ‘Please let me cum SIR’. No reaction from him, you waited too long! You try again ‘SIR, please let me cum, I’m so close, please SIR’. You tense your whole body to prevent your climax. Time seems to go into slow motion, then you hear the words you need to hear, ”You can cum PET” and your orgasm explodes as he starts to finger your clit again. This scene was repeated a third time, forth, and fifth time! You become as limp as a sock doll as he leaves you.

You are not sure how long you hung there before he untied you, removed the spreader bar from between your ankles, and laid you on the bed; but when you regained your senses, he had covered you with a blanket, he was lying next to you, fully clothed, and holding you as you came back into a conscience state. Your thighs and the bed beneath your butt were soaked; you smiled, and knew why.

Suddenly you remembered that you need to find out the time. You need to make your second safe call. ‘SIR’ what time is it’? “3:53 PM” he responds. ‘I need to make a call’ you say knowing that you almost missed your 4:00 PM safe call to your friend. “Okay.” He removes your blind fold and you quickly make your call. This gives you a chance to recheck the room.

You now notice carefully hidden ropes and rings in the ropes. A line hangs from a ceiling rope that held your hands over your head. The bed that you were on has ropes and rings that can hold you spread eagle on it if he chooses. Then you notice the other bed. It is covered in toys. Floggers, 3 and 4 foot single tale whips, the English riding crop, a rattan cane, various vibrators, huge dildos, an evil looking Cobalt butt plug almost two inches in diameter, glass anal bead rods, and two coiled bull whips.

They were jet black leather, oily color and sinister looking. These you knew could cause some serious damage and pain. One bull whip was at least 6 feet long with a 2 foot fall and cracker, but the other was even bigger and longer! It must be at least eight feet long and also with a fall and cracker that were over two feet long!

Maybe you gave your safe code word too soon! Your friend has hung up, the line is dead!

When you put the cell phone down on the night table you hear, “are you thirsty or want something to drink or eat”? Yes, you say as you start towards the bathroom. A slight sliding sound from braded leather being dragged over linen; then a “SWISH”, “CRACK” and something leather circles your waste stopping you in mid stride. You had not asked him for permission to leave the room and go to the bathroom. You wait for the expected searing pain of a single tail whip on your tender skin, but the whip simply and painlessly slides ever so slowly off of your body and onto the floor near your right foot. “Turn around, you haven’t asked for permission to leave”.

You slowly and cautiously start to turn to face him and his displeasure. As you do you see he has a four foot whip in his hand. He gives a slight circular motion with his hand and the whip comes alive at his command. It rolls closer and flicks the fall lightly against your leg and you instantly come to life and obediently turn fully to face him. “Today and today only will I tolerate improper responses and actions? I will correct you even a second time with no punishment, but there WILL NOT IS A THIRD OCCURANCE”. Time seems to slow as those words etch their way deep into your mind. “If you are not sure what it is that I instruct you to do or that you do not understand fully an instruction, you may ask me at that time to repeat it or clarify it”. “Do you understand”?

‘YES SIR, I UNDERSTAND’ you reply and realize the severity of what you have just said. There must not, no, THERE WILL NOT BE A THIRD TIME, EVER’, or you know now that there will be severe repercussions!

In a contrite voice you ask ‘May I leave the room to go to the bathroom SIR’? He releases you to leave the room. In the bath room as you sit to relieve yourself you feel the pain in your butt intensify. You finish, freshen up a little; and then hesitate to turn to see the damage to your tender rear end. It is a mass of even bright pink and red stripes. There are a few that crisscross, but most are parallel and a slight distance apart; there are some that have raised painful welts but none have cut the skin or have drawn any blood. You realize that he has great control over how his whips move and where they will land. You shudder at the thought of what he could do with this kind of accuracy and hope that you never will.

He walks in front of you, replaces the blindfold, and carefully eases your hair free of the blindfold band. You feel his fingers as they slide through your hair and a shiver runs all the way to your toes. His fingers tighten on some hairs and give a slight tug. You sag slightly and realize you are wet all over again. You hear noises that sound like the beds are being pushed aside, and then the sound of a chair being placed on the floor near you.

“Arms in front”. You mechanically react to the sound of his voice and hold your arms out as he attaches ropes to the wrist cuffs. You hear the chair slide on the floor and stop when the back of the chair touches your upper thighs. He grasps your right wrist pulling you over the chair back and uses the rope on your cuff to capture your wrist and hold it fast to one of the front chair legs. You consider resisting but too late, he has your other wrist and it too is also made fast to the other front chair leg. He then proceeds to secure your ankles to the back chair legs.

Your mind races. Now you let him pull you over a chair and be bound there. He picks up something from the bed. A slight plastic click, and a cold liquid lands on your upper back. The liquid slowly warms as a hand gently spreads the liquid all over your shoulders. More cold liquid touches the base of your spine and gets rubbed in. It even feels soothing. But what is it for? Can you ask him? You experiment and ask. ‘Sir what is that and what is it for’?

It is Baby oil. “I am spreading it on you to make your skin feel better and to let me use single tail whips without breaking your skin, but will sting a lot more”! Your whole body has broken into an ice cold sweat at the words. Slowly he continues coating you with oil as you wiggle to get free. “Stand Still.” Your body freezes in mid-motion. He finishes coating your whole back side and thighs. ‘NO!’ ‘NOT THERRE!’ He pays no heed to your objections and proceeds to rub more of the cool liquid all over your pussy. You start to wiggle involuntarily as his fingers slide over the sensitive skin again and again. His fingers struggle for a minute as he tries to catch up with your wiggling pussy. ‘Ouch’ escapes your mouth, he has grabbed your clit between a thumb and forefinger and squeezed. You try to close your legs but cannot as they are tired to the chair’s back legs.

“STOP”, the second command has been said and you freeze in place. You let him coat your pussy, vagina lips, and clit however or for as long as he desires. The liquid is quickly warmed as it meets the hot wetness of your pussy. You ponder you predicament. Bent over a chair, secured fast to the four legs but lose enough to move a little in your bonds, but totally naked and exposed with nothing hidden from his gaze. He approaches your side. His hand gently and slowly pushes your lower back downward forming a curve with the high points being the cheeks of your already abused ass and your shoulders. His hand then grabs a fist full of your long hair and slowly pulls your head up and back. “That is your posture whenever you are in this position”. He makes a slight further adjustment to your back. “Understand”?

‘YES SIR’ you answer.

You wonder why this position. He answered your last question. You decide to ask. ‘SIR, why this posture? I realize it puts my butt out for you, SIR, but why the back curve and my head up?’ A long moment goes by and you wonder if you have transgressed in some way by asking.

He answers, “Yes, it puts your butt cheeks and your pussy where I want it for my attentions, but the curve in your back and having your head raised are both to protect your back and neck when your body jumps as a reaction to you receiving a sharp or hard lash stroke. It also gives me access to all your orifices”.

“Access to all your orifices.” You freeze in place and almost stop breathing. This has you really scared! What if he fails to keep his promise of safe sex, or worse yet, what if he forces you to deep throat him until he comes and pumps out his salty man fluid into your mouth and throat!

Your face must have flush stark white. “Are you okay? DO YOU TRUST ME?” You wait for someone to answer but realize that you must answer and answer soon. You know that he has so far kept all the promises that he had made to you. Has kept you safe and looked after you. Dozens of thoughts race through your mind. You picture yourself with a torn and bloody butt, legs, and back still tied to this chair as he uses each orifice in your body in turn. He is waiting for an answer. He will not wait long. You have made a decision but is it the RIGHT one?

‘Yes SIR, I trust you’! You can barely believe that you have said it, but you did say it and have committed yourself, body and mind to his wishes and desires; at least until you utter the safe word. But that would stop everything. Your head swims in thoughts. A new horror flashes through your mind. ‘What if he doesn’t respect the safe word’? Your blood suddenly runs ice cold!

“What is it”?  You hear him say. Is he giving you a chance to back out? Why would he do that if he was just going to abuse, degrade, and torture me.

You inhale some fresh air and find yourself saying ‘SIR, YES I DO TRUST YOU. I AM IN YOUR HANDS AND AT YOUR SERVICE SIR’. Why would you say that? You have never given such control to a man or woman especially when you are in such a totally vulnerable position and completely naked and blindfolded!

You hear his voice as if you are in a long tunnel, “GOOD GIRL !”

You start to relax a bit and catch your breath at hearing those words. He has acknowledged your answer and accepted it.

He walks over to the other bed, picks up something, and returns to you. Icy cold liquid now runs down and across your anal sphincter, but this time it seems more deliberately directed. Your body jerks forward as a finger touches the small,  tight  opening. He rubs the fluid over the wrinkled muscle and the immediate area around it. How humiliating, how erotic! He stops rubbing and removes his finger. He moves again to the other bed. You anticipate many things but your mind locks on the image of that cold Cobalt butt plug!

Your fear is confirmed as something cold touches your nether hole. It has a cold and dead feeling resting there. He speaks softly “Ready?” The word pierces your ears.  From what you can tell it is the thick Cobalt butt plug with the large head and a shaft behind the head that is almost as large the head. He pushes the tip of the plug further into the little opening, the muscle clenches, but you have no place to go.

You try to picture the real size of it since it looked so large lying there on the bed. He senses your concern and stops. “It is only as thick as I am.” That was NO comfort as you have not seen him without clothes nor do you know his erect size. “Ready?” fills your ears again. The sound shakes you and you know you must decide and answer soon. You think for a split second. You gave him permission in your agreement. “Yes SIR, I’m ready” you manage to get out.

He applies a little pressure and the tip starts to spread you open. You momentarily clench involuntarily as the pain intensifies. You try your best to relax awaiting the pain to come when or if he decides to thrust it through your anal sphincter in a single stroke. But the plug stops moving, the thrust does not come. He retracts the plug and you feel a finger gently start to enter you. You register this as the first invasion of his into your body. He hasn’t even French kissed you yet.

The warm finger starts to feel good massaging the muscle but he slowly withdraws it only to be replaced by the tip of the plug again. You are a little more relaxed this time. A little pressure and the tip slips further into your ass. You again wait for the thrust but instead a slow constant pressure allows it further entry. He stops and then starts again. How much will the little muscle take? Resign yourself to your fate you think.  Strangely you desire to prove your submissiveness to him and you say nothing and relax as best you can. You feel the muscle stretch; a dull pain starts to spread through you when the plug suddenly slips through the whole sphincter muscle.

You relax as the muscle constricts behind the plug’s large head and grasps the shaft. He lets you rest a minute and regain your breath. You adjust to the pain and stretching of the muscle. You relax and the pain subsides almost completely.  He starts to remove the plug. ‘NO’, you want to scream as the muscle is stretched again to allow the plug head to pass. It makes and embarrassing ‘plop’ sound as it pops out. Your ass is now free of the plug and you squeeze your butt shut. Your intensified hearing picks up the sound of more of the lubricant being applied to the plug. Don’t tense you try to tell yourself. You start to tense but stop as he forces the plug to enter you in a slow but smooth, persistent, thrust burying it deep in your ass.

“GOOD, NOW WE BEGIN!”

‘Begin what?’ you wonder. You hear him pick up a whip but do not know which one it is. You start to force the plug out of your ass hole but realize it is of no use. It is going to stay there until HE removes it.

The smell of leather and oil now fills your nose. Braded leather contacts your shoulder,, but which whip? He lets it rest there for you to sense the weight. After several seconds he starts to pull it slowly across your skin so you can feel the length of the whip as it slides. You start to shiver uncontrollably as one foot, two feet, and three feet; maybe it is the signal whip you think; four feet, five feet, SIX FEET; this is a small single tail bull whip! You have always feared a true single tail after a bad experience with a three foot single tail once before. Wait, there is more, another two feet of fall with the cracker have slid over your shoulder. THIS WHIP IS OVER EIGHT FEET LONG! It slides totally from your body.

Time slows.

SWISH, CRACK!

Your body jerks to escape, but you have nowhere to run bound to this chair. Will he honor the safe word and stop? “Do you trust me” he asks again. You hesitate but answer shakily, ‘Yes SIR.’ “Yes what?”  ‘I trust you SIR’. A few slow swishes tickle your left ass cheek. You realize he is only checking the distance to that tender skin.

He drags part of the whip over your butt marking the impact area. “Position!” sounds as a reminder and you comply without hesitation. SWISH, SMACK! Your body jerks in your bonds and you utter something unintelligible. Searing pain stretches across both cheeks. I’m marked forever you think judging from the pain. How can a lash this painful not cause permanent damage and marking? The searing pain slowly turns to spreading warmth in your cheeks

He approaches you and a warm but kind hand traces the length of the stripe on both cheeks. “Good.” “Nice color and warmth.” Is this what you are to endure until he tires of it?  “What number?” You remember the agreement; he is looking for a pain level. It is about a 2 or 3 for severity of what you think you can stand, but maybe I should lie and say it is a 7 or and 8? What if he finds out? He holds honesty highly and lying would most assuredly result in a severe punishment.

‘2 SIR’ you answer. The pain has somehow lessened now. He bends, kisses each cheek, and retreats back to his position. “I will give you ten lashes, and you will count each one for me. If you lose count we will start from the beginning again.” Then you notice that odd, new feeling again, you inhale and respond, ‘Yes SIR, ten lashes.’ You think that you must have lost your mind but you have the safe word and feel you may be able to trust this man. You will earn your submissive label today if you survive the ten lashes.

It sounds as if he has shifted his position.  Time crawls by. SWISH, CRACK! Your whole body jumps at the restraints but you feel nothing. He must have just cracked the whip harmlessly near you. You can’t hold your breath any longer so you exhale. Just as you finish your exhale and start to relax, SWISH, SMACK! Your body jerks forward and your head tries to jerk back in reaction to the impact. You now know and appreciate the position he has taught you. Now you notice the Pain, Pain unlike you have ever known permeates your ass cheek. It feels like red hot lava has been poured in a stripe over that quivering mound. Tears form and begin to drip down your cheeks.

You search for the safe word, but no sound escapes your lips. You moan and keep your silence as the tears continue. You seem to drift out of your body.  The strange effect is different than the endorphin high you felt earlier that helped you simply endure the pain to accept more willingly. This as if you are flying just outside of your physical body, isolating you from the pain, allowing you to actually enjoy it and get sexually excited by it; or are you getting accustomed to it. ‘Count Girl, count’ you think to yourself. He is waiting!

‘ONE’ you manage to say counting the first lash. “Give me a number for the pain.” ‘7 SIR’ you respond almost without thinking. He quickly checks his work, lifts your blindfold to check your eyes to see if you are in the session and not FLYING.  Then he returns to his previous location. SWISH, SMACK! Your body jumps against the chair back. Your mind swims. Count you think through the pain. ‘Two SIR’ you respond. A moment’s hesitation and SWISH, SMACK! Fire again leaps across your other cheek. You answer even as he approaches to inspect the tortured area, ‘Three SIR’. His hand touches your skin and the warmth of his hand further fans the pain but only for a moment and the pain subsides a bit and you cry no more tears. You sense your body but feel less a part of it.

“Give me a number for the pain” rings in your ears. What do I tell him? You know that these were as had a lash as the 7’s he had previously delivered but the perceived pain is now greatly lessened. If your lower your response number will he continues getting harsher until you are left in ribbons of torn flesh? “Give me the number you hear repeated”. You notice that your whole body is quivering from the last lash, but you answer, ‘5’. What are you doing your inner self asks but it gets no answer as the now familiar SWISH, SMACK, ‘FOUR SIR’ rings distantly in your ears.

The numbers stay mostly at 7’s and 8’s and the counts continued as he alternated lashes between your inflamed ass cheeks until you hear yourself say ‘NINE SIR’. He steps toward you, checks his work, and kisses both cheeks tenderly. Your thighs are dripping. You realize that you are quickly approaching a climax from the whipping; but do you dare tell him? ‘Master, I’m so close, let me cum.’ He does not answer for a moment and asks, “What did you just say?”

A hand, HIS HAND, slips between your thighs and finds what he is searching for, your dripping pussy! You start to respond, “Master” you try to correct yourself ‘SIR let me cum. ‘  “That is not what you called me.”

‘MASTER!  PLEASE LET ME CUM, PLEASE MASTER!’ escapes your mouth. MASTER IS what you meant to say. You are trying to squeeze your thighs together in an effort to not disobey and prevent yourself from coming until given permission to cum.

“You still own me one lash, after you receive it you have my permission to cum.” a far away voice is heard; ‘NOW MASTER, HARDER MASTER, PLEASE SO I CAN CUM!’ Yes, you think, hit your slave any way you want, humiliate her, but allow me to cum!’

It seemed an eternity passed until you heard that delicious, SWISH, SMACK and you instantly cum screaming and squirming in your bonds! ‘THANK YOU MASTER, THANK YOU’ you hear yourself say as softly and as thankful as a child getting her favorite Christmas wishes. Oh! You almost forgot, ‘TEN MASTER!’ your voice loud and clear as you give the lash count. The pain is of no consequence, only the feeling love and submission as your climax takes over your body.

Your body now sinks limply onto the back of the chair and you just soak up and enjoy all the sensations, when his fingers find your sex. As if he had turned on a faucet you instantly start getting wetter. You wiggle a bit to escape the searching fingers. It is useless. As soon as he found his target you push your clit back onto the wonderful, probing finger. ‘SLUT’ you think and in no time you are reaching another quivering climax. You start to let him know but are greeted by a wonderful phrase, “CUM WHENEVER YOU WANT MY PET!”

‘THANK YOU MASTER!’  And you explode losing all control of your body! You feel hot liquid splashing onto your legs. No! You are SQUIRTING and cannot stop. Your head is swimming; incredible sensations take over your body and mind. How embarrassing. What will MASTER think of me.

“GOOD GIRL, WELL DONE!” reaches your ears. You relax; enjoy the sensations without a worry in the world. You faintly sense being untied and fall asleep as a smile spreads over your face.

Only now as you wake to find yourself lying in bed with him holding you, his arms wrapped around you holding you near and safe, and as your senses start to return to you do you realize the gravity of what you have yelled in the grasp of erotic passion,  ‘Thank you MASTER.’ you have said. Or did you really mean to say it? As you lie there pondering what to say to do, you hear, “Time to get dressed and clean up.” “It is 5:45 PM and we agreed to stop at 6:00 PM.”

You snap back, sadly to the present.

Obediently you get up and start to get dressed without even stopping to take a shower. You like how you feel; how you smell from the mixture of cold sweat, your tears, the fluids from your pussy still on your thighs, your added bodily fluid, HIS PARFUME, and HIS SMELL. You will never wash it off you think.

It is now 5.56 PM as your eyes scan the room for things of HIS and yours, your eyes come to rest on his toys, still spread out over the other bed. There is the dreaded eight foot bull whip, the Cobalt butt plug that you now know can do you no harm (your mind jumps to the thought of HIS cock tracing the path of the plug), the flogger, then your eyes stop on two unfamiliar of HIS toys. A huge Black Bull Whip may be 10 feet long, and a 4 foot Black and Purple whip that ends in a black 12 inch tear drop shape of 1/4 inch Kangaroo leather.

You look at the clock, back to the two new toys, a loving glance at YOUR NEW MASTER, and you know what you must do!

‘MASTER, may I make a phone call?’ Why did you do that? You are now out of Role. You brush the thought out of your mind and you single mindedly and purposely dial your phone. After giving your safe word to confirm the end of the session and of your friend’s responsibilities, you end the call and lay it on the night stand.

‘MASTER?’  “YES, PET?”  ‘Do you have to be anywhere tonight?’  He answers, “No, not until the morning, why?”

You answer that question with two, not one, but two intentional violations to what you had agreed never to do. You go to the bed and grab the large Bull Whip and the tear drop ended short whip and flipped them over your shoulders, then walk tall and defiant to stand in front of your MASTER, and drop to your knees, eyes lowered. Just before your knees hit the floor you spread your knees almost two feet apart and you bend forward to touch your chin to the floor and curve your back.

‘I AM YOURS, MY MASTER, UNTIL THE SUN RISES TOMORROW!’

There would be no escape this time, 13 hours of no safe calls, you have placed your total trust in this man. You have given him control of your very life until the sun rises tomorrow and trust him to do you no permanent harm.

It will be a long night and you want to get started as soon as possible. You kiss his shoe as you hand him the tear drop whip.  Your whole body and mind await his desire, whether carnal or sexual, you will rush to satisfy it. He takes the short whip from you. “You know that you do not touch my toys without my permission.”  ‘YES, I KNEW THAT, MASTER!’  Every inch of your body is trembling as you answer. Was this a good, coherent decision or will it prove to be a very, very bad mistake? He is standing over you now with your head between his feet.

Your pussy lips are spread wide exposing your tender clit, your pussy gapes open and is dripping onto the carpet. He lays the throat of the whip in the crack between your twin cheeks and the rest of the whip lies in the valley of your pussy lips and against your now fully exposed clit. He starts to slide it up, dragging each and every remaining plait of the whip over your throbbing clit. Your entire body is quivering and then you stiffen, frozen in time as the tear drop slowly follows the rest of the whip across your clit and up between your now swollen, dripping lips. Yes, you know that he has just marked his chosen target area for your punishment.

As if looking at another person, you see yourself force your knees as wide as they can possibly go. This further spreads your pussy lips even more to make more room for the whip to find your erect clit. You assume the posture that MASTER has taught and requires. Head up, eyes lowered to the ground, back curved downward toward the ground, cheeks high and pulled tight for punishment, pussy moved prominently back, lips spread wide, and your clit standing proud and vulnerable to happily accept his will. You pray that you have done everything correctly.

 

There is nothing in your world right now except your body, your mind, the whip, YOUR MASTER, and his desire. All else is immaterial and non-existent. No job, no groceries, no bills, nothing. You do not have to think or worry about anything, only to listen and obey YOUR MASTER until the sun rises tomorrow. The world and time is in slow motion and all your senses are now incredibly heightened.

 

You sense his arm move back and cock the whip. Now you sense his arm as it starts to move, dragging the whip with it, forward and down, down toward its intended target. Your body instinctively tenses, and it takes every ounce of your strength for you force yourself to hold your position. You can hear the whip picking up more speed, hear the distinctive whistle of the tear drop cutting the air, and you sense it as it gets ever closer to his target, your tender, aching clit.

S………W……..I…….S…….H,   SMACK !

‘YES !’  Explodes from your lungs and into the room for HIM to hear as the tear drop streaks to its target between your pussy lips and the flying tip finds its mark. You cum at that very instant the tip finds your erect clit and you explode in the strongest climax you have ever experienced.

 ‘THANK YOU, MASTER !’

“YOU HAVE DONE WELL, MY PET” fills your ears and you revel in a sea of sensations and love.

You know now, you have chosen well!

Story written by Paul Andre

 

THANK YOU PAUL FOR THE WONDERFUL STORY YOU LET ME POST!!!   Your awesome!!

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