My medium sized breasts moved with each breath I took and I knew she could hear me. In this room every little sound was magnified. Mistress walked back into my view and once again I was in awe of her, black corset dress, black heeled boots made her long legs seem even longer, her pale skin was made even more so by the color, and her tattoos…oh those tattoos made me want to melt. Both arms mostly covered and a few one her legs; my favorite one was the one on her right hip, a small sugar skull with two whips as the cross bones. Even though it was a cartoon I knew the true meaning behind it. Her long dark hair was pulled back I into a pony, something she only did for me and our game. Her heels clicked with each step making me wet with desire. I wanted her, loved her, and right now I needed her more than ever.
Long nails painted red scrapped my bare stomach and back as she walked around me, inspecting her pet. I noticed that tonight her lips and nails matched in color perfectly. In the other hand was a riding crop, a favorite for us both.
“Are you going to be a good pet tonight?” her voice was dark and demanding.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied quickly knowing it would please her.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” She slapped the crop down hard on the back of my thigh, white hot pain and lust shot through me making my pussy muscles clench. I knew she would never harm me, hurt me and use me yes, but never harm. “I want you to count for me and thank me for each one.”
“Yes Mistress.” I loved this, the warming up, the foreplay. The crop came down hard again, this time on my back. The pain and lust were impossible to differentiate and my nipples became hard to the point of pain.
“One, thank you Mistress.” I knew she smiled as she glided the edge of the crop around the cheeks of my ass. Another slap there, this one short and quick.
“Two, thank you Mistress.” She continued to strike me, each one making me wetter, and even though she tried not to show it, her labored breathing told me she was getting more and more turned on with each blow. I counted to twenty before she was done, my nipples, ass, and back all burning from the angry welts she left.
“What good girl you are.” She grabbed my chin and kissed me hard, teeth and tongues mashing together. “You make your Mistress very pleased.”
“I’d do anything for my Mistress.” Game aside it was true, but right now even more so because of the endorphin high I was on. My body ached, my pussy was dripping, and I needed some form of release.
“I know you would.” She kissed my shoulder then bit down roughly enough to barely break skin. I moaned and clenched my thighs together trying to find some sort of relief. I knew I would have a mark. Something I would wear for a week, the thought made me hotter.