You are leaning back against a pile of cushions and pillows, blindfolded, bound, gagged, and naked. Your arms are snugly bound behind your back. Not too tight but you know that you’re not going anywhere. The ropes are softer than the kind you see on work sites or when you’ve been out camping.
Your legs are also bound but in a peculiar way. They are wrapped, mid-thighs, trapping your heels to your buttocks. Your knees are splayed, exposing your sex to the world. You feel quite vulnerable yet safe because you know that he is in control and won’t let anything happen to you…but all control currently belongs to him.
A hard bit-gag is trapped between your teeth, wedging your mouth partially open, and secured behind your head along with a satin cloth blindfold. Your senses of touch, hearing, and smell are being heightened by the wait…
You wonder how long he will keep you waiting. How long have you waited already? You can hear him lightly breathing and smell his cologne. His steps are gentle and even as he walks around preparing what he has in store for you…b ut the waiting…
The waiting is more excruciating than anything you are feeling right now. Is he going to punish you for some transgression that you are currently unaware of? No girl is perfect. Surely you have forgotten something that he has noticed but not forgotten or even mentioned. He likes to save them up, these slights and mistakes, for times like this.
You hear small cases being opened and feel slight movements on the bed. He is placing things exactly as he wants them so that he may access them without looking as he administers both punishments and rewards. You have watched this process so many times. He is so thorough and meticulous. Despite all of his human flaws and weaknesses outside of this room, in here, he is almost perfect. He is in control. He is precise. And he does everything just right. He makes you feel both wanted and needed but also safe.
He takes control so that you can relinquish every care in the world except what is happening in the exact moment.
Finally, he speaks, “you have been so good this week, BabyDoll." You feel yourself blush. He sounds warm and happy. “I think today is going to be a reward day.”
With that, you feel him lean in and kiss you on your cheek. Soft, warm kisses that ease their way to your earlobe. He takes the lobe into his mouth. Feels so hot as if all of the blood in your head has rushed to meet his affections. He bites softly and drags his teeth and lips…you feel his hot breath inside your ear…
He caresses your left breast, lightly pinching your nipple as he continues kissing behind your ear and slowly makes his way down your neck….you shudder. His other hand glides from your shoulder and down your side, tickling slightly as his touch is so light until he firmly grabs the fleshiness of your ass. You know that he has a weakness for your ass, and you moan slightly.
He breaks contact with you but not before you feel him stretch forward and kiss you on the very tip of your nose.
“Now BabyDoll, as long as you can follow my instructions TO-THE-LETTER, this will be an immensely pleasurable night for you. Do you understand? Nod your head if this is clear enough guidance for you.” You nod your head to the affirmative. “Good BabyDoll.”
You feel the bed let up as he stands and walks slowly to your front. He reaches forward and caresses your other cheek, the side that he has not received any love or attention. Next you hear, no feel, him retrieve something….
You inhale slightly because you have no idea what comes next…
The cold leather clapper touches the center of your chest…. aaaaah. You know this feeling. It’s the riding crop. He trails it down your belly and you tense up as it briefly touches your clitoris and down to your pussy lips. He drags it excruciatingly slow back up the same way it came, stopping after he reaches your sternum. He lifts your chin with it and holds it in place.
“Gorgeous….”, is all he says.
He holds you there for such a long time before he releases your chin to drop ever so slightly. He lightly taps your left breast and nipple, building into a crescendo. It isn’t really painful but the contact creates an indescribable sensitivity. You feel your pussy getting warm. He repeats the process on your right breast. Your pussy gets hot.
SNAP! The crop’s leather clapper makes a stinging contact with your left nipple. SNAP! He completes his symmetrical attack on your right nipple, and you feel your sweltering pussy begin to drip…
Two more times he repeats this before everything ceases… the room grows quiet except for your breathing and his. You squeeze your eyes closed because you feel an itch that cannot be scratched by anyone else in the world except for this one man… and he has temporarily withdrawn his attentions. You moan ever so quietly, failing to hide your overwhelming desire for attention.
He retrieves something else. You can only assume that he has left the crop behind, but you’ve been wrong before. So now you wait... again…
Suddenly you feel him grasp your right nipple…firmly but not with the harshness he has administered before. He squeezes and pulls. You feel it redden and get hot. He leans forward and licks, then gently sucks the nipple… DEAR GOD! It feels so amazing. He stops and slightly pinches the left nipple and now you feel his real intentions. The clamp squeezes firmly and he tightens it down. He waits until you whimper and then stops. Same for the right nipple. Now your pussy is absolutely soaked! These individual and deliberate attentions have your sense of touch heightened to near overload.
“Oh, my BabyDoll, I think you are getting a bit overstimulated!” he states because your brow is covered in sweat. You hadn’t even noticed your perspiration until he had mentioned it.
Your breathing has become a bit more shallow and rapid as the overwhelming sensations of your clamped nipples and itchy pussy have become the focus of your attention.
He slaps your right tit and then your left tit. It stings but he is still being gentle compared to the punishment days. Over and over again, he administers tiny slaps to your breasts and nipples. The kind of controlled aggression he administers is an important facet of his mastery of you.
Periodically he will stop to adjust the clamps, always tightening them a little bit more….
Then the mini-assault stops….
Again, muted silence…
Then you feel the pins make contact with the soft skin of your inner thighs…from your knee down to your groin, stopping short of the most sensitive skin. He calls it by some German name but you recognize it as the "pinwheel". Whatever it's called, it is excruciating! Pain...but not pain. With an amateur or a sadist, you are pretty sure that it could be traumatic. But not in his hands.
