I prepared for play as I always do; a shower, picking music and mental preparation. Play with Master is always an adventure into my own self whether it be from pain or pleasure or both. I don’t know what to expect this time as I enter the room.
Master is there, dressed in tight blue jeans and a bare chest. I can smell his scent from across the room and it lights fire in my soul. He smiles and asks me to kneel for him.
I kneel in the center of the room and he slips a leather play collar around my neck. I shiver with anticipation and look up at him. I notice out of the corner of my eye that he has a lot of impliments out today and realize that pain is on the menu.
When he has me rise I am directed to the spanking bench and as I get comfortable on it he pulls out the ropes. Quickly I am cuffed and tied in place so that I couldn’t move out of position. I struggle a little against the ropes, not because I’m scared but just to feel the fibers rub my skin; completely locked in place. Master runs his hands along my body and a shiver runs down my spine as I relax into the bench.
Master starts with his hand, swatting and spanking my ass, thighs and pussy. A methodical rythm developing in his attack on my body, I moan and gasp and whimper as the spanking goes on. My ass feels very warm and he playfully runs his nails up the tender flesh causing me to groan loudly. I start to tremble. I whine that my left asscheck hurts more than the right so he swats it extra hard. Oh. Evil!
“Five More, slut.”
I brace in preparation because I know these five are meant to be felt and felt hard. The fall on me slow and deliberate and I have to breathe and wiggle a little after each one, the pain working deep within me as I feel them disipate. Relaxing my now tense muscles after the final stroke I hear him reach for one of the toys lined up for today.
My tender skin alight already it doesn’t take much introduction for me to feel a flogger thud deep with just a gentle touch. He works my back and thighs in the same methodical motions, skipping my ass except to run his fingernails along it every so often to remind me who owns me and the pain that is his today.
The flogger works harder, then becomes two. The steady rhythm can take me into bliss and I sink deep into the pleasure of it. My thighs start to ache, my back is numbing from the constant beat of the leather and I sigh. After what seems like only seconds, “Five More, slut.” The final impacts of the leather is bittersweet as I want to continue into their bliss.
Master switches floggers to the rubber whip and within the first strike I am squirming and whimpering again. It has a huge bite for such a little toy and I can’t tell my body to stop struggling to get away and I can feel the burns developing on my wrists and ankles. It’s pleasurable but the whip feels like stings and bites. I hiss and growl as it takes me from my happy place into the here and now, fighting back tears and curse words, hating that toy and the wetness that always develops in my pussy from the pain.
He knows how to dance with me. I’m making noises with every stroke and he’s smiling, I know he his.
“Five More, slut.”
Bracing as best I can I wait for the onslaught that is to come. These strikes are fierce and fast. Coming down faster than I could count them and the pain clouds my vision and I am overloaded with sensation.
I feel Master close, he is touching me, holding me and telling me how wonderful I’m being. He kisses my cheek and reaches down to the ties on my wrists, removing the ties and massaging my wrists and fingers. He kneels by my ankles and does the same thing. The loving care radiates to me and calms my nerves a bit.
My body feels like it is on fire. Parts tingle, others burn and my mind is singing with pain’s dance. I love it, I hate it. Master helps me rise and then forces me to sit on the sofa. My ass denies me comfort as he spreads my legs wide and tells me to hold them there.
He turns to the toys again and when he turns back around I groan. The octocrop is in his hand. It’s a small rubber whip on the end of a crop handle. My pussy is the next target and the smile on his face is confirmation enough.
It’s hard to describe a pussy whipping to someone who has never had one, but imagine sharp, intense pain on your pink bits and it might be close. Master taps my mound and teases my lips, flicking lightly and for a moment it feels good. That moment fleets and he assaults my bits, a steady rain of razor sharp pain. I hold my breath, let it out in moans and yelps of pain, begging for Master to let up just a bit. I struggle to hold my legs open and he swats them each time I attempt to close them in on the pain.
I’m so wet by this point that I could feel the puddle dripping down my asscrack onto the sofa. Pain has this response in me and I’m so grateful when I hear, “Five More, slut.” Those last five send me over the edge and I turn intward in pain, the fireworks behind my eyes a colorful picture. I hiss loudly and curse.
I lay there as the pain takes hold and I feel him sit next to me, lower my legs and hold me, carressing my face and shoulders, just touching me. He tells me I’m such a good slut and we are perfect for each other.
His fingers slide down over my now swollen and painful mound and hit my clit, reminding me just how turned on I am. He mmmm’s in appreciation and tells me to come for him working my clit in circular motions. I arch and moan, trembling again as I feel it build. My orgasm is close and I beg to come. He makes me count to 5, but then I come so hard, so much that I buck on the sofa and I feel a flood of liquid down my legs. Then I collapse and thank Master for the orgasm. When my eyes finally focus on him he has that wicked smile on his lips.
“Five More, slut.”
and he always gets that hole. I imagine double penetration and triple penetration. I don’t think it’s possible with someone my size but I can imagine it and often do.