A Good Soa

I shake off my umbrella and step out of my trench coat. You greet me with a robe, towel, tea and the promise of a hot bath after my walk. Thoroughly charming. I'm grateful for your care and consideration. I sorely need this after the rain. But first, I have to strip. I'm thrown, all finesse gone in a daze. Pulling off my bra, I ask after your day. You're not having it. "Keep going," you admonish lightly. Leaning against a column, you quip about still perfecting a Dom scowl. I disagree. You stare me down as I undress, assessing me. Imposing, incisive and alluring. I'm often not sure how I'm measuring up, particularly in this moment. I jerkily free myself from my jeans and panties. You help me into my robe, and I cup my mug, warmth racing up my arms. I inhale as I make my way upstairs, grounding myself in the candlelight flickering beyond the door.

The bath is just hot enough for me to hiss and shudder as I slip in. I'm quickly bright pink below the surface. Nursing my tea, I gaze into the blackened wick of the candle near my feet. Tension drains down my back as I roll my shoulders and sink further in. You make your way upstairs. Will you be joining me? How I would love that, even if there isn't room in the tub. Maybe you'll watch? The faint sounds of clanking chains mingle with hang drum music. You are choosing your toys, arranging them. I listen for what you are pulling out of your toy box, still now in the tub. The wide range of sounds bodes well. I wonder if the soundscape is intentional. I earnestly anticipate my imminent service, being put through my paces. What edges will we tread today?

My heart is light as I grin softly at the candle. The last racing thoughts subside as I savor this indulgent bath. I finally melt. Receding inwards, acutely aware of the sensations around me, I steadily drift into subspace. Water laps around my thighs, clinging to the nape of my neck. My throat bobs as I swallow the last of my tea. I stroke the lip of the tub, and brush my hair back, sensations heightened now. A thready pulse jumps at my temple beneath quiet fingers. I roll forward onto my knees to stretch, and kneel. I contemplate what your first instruction might be under hooded eyelids. I step out, reaching for the towel as you enter. You tell me to take my time, as water rolls off me. I pat down, perhaps too quickly as I'm eager to start. I'm still flushed and damp as you shift a blindfold over me, water trickling from my hair.

Gentle pressure on my shoulder and arm guides me as we weave our way just inside the door of your room. "Step up," you bid me, maintaining contact. It's a lower step than I figure. "Bring your feet to the edge of the step." I comply. "Lift your heels, onto the balls of your feet." Another panel slides in place. I'm expecting more panels, but instead you ask for my hands. Flexible cuffs are worked up past my elbows, and another set onto my wrists. I fumble a bit as you guide my hands into mitts. You set my wrist cuffs onto a hook. My forearms lengthen up the door. Rocking my hips back, I steady my stance on the tiered panels.

My clit swells as a slender coarse rope slides around my right thigh. You lean in to pinch and latch on nipple clips, drawing out a small gasp. I want to lean into you, but make room for you to ready me. The harsh pressure is welcome after the soothing tea and bath. They are light, linked to a chain swaying up near my mouth. I tip my head to the side for you. The clink of a collar sends goosebumps on my chest and neck. It is a singular thrill to feel you buckle a collar in place for the first time. It's supple, thick and you clip on small bells, chiming as they sway on the O ring.

I strain against the door when your cock brushes against my thigh. You remove the rope, loop it up past my ribs, shoulders and down my back. I'm aching with arousal already. Deftly weaving the rope through, you drape the ends by my shoulder blades. I can hear leather tails swaying. They brush against my still bruised cheeks. Softly at first, building up to arcing blows. I admire your precision and strength with each stroke. We are just past my halfway mark for pain tolerance. Flinching as I temper stinging into tingling. I'm raw where some of the tails flick in towards my labia. You ease off as I seek more. Fingers slide against my thighs and ass, lubing me up. I wag my tail and rock into your hand. More contact, let me feel you against me. A hook slowly shifts into me, sinking deeper as you hitch the rope higher and tying it off. You check the tautness as I arch my back to lift it further. You ask to take photos, and for me to arch deeper. I press my hands higher up the door, and shift back, opening up my lower back slowly.

You stroke the sides of my lips, lighting up my nipples. They radiate under the clips. My belly and toes curl as you work up towards my clit. Pressing the tip of your cock against me, you clasp onto my shoulders. I arch deeper to make room as you slide into me, shallow and slow. Leaning forward brings the hook higher as you move further inwards. Pulling against the hook is good but I need more tension. Sliding down the door even more to find that sweet spot...My chest opens further, pulling on the hook. Biting my bicep isn't enough. I find the chain with my teeth and pull, stretching my nipples as you thrust deeper. I want you to see, to know what you are doing to me: stretching me open, up and out. I turn my head as the bells chime even faster.

We take a break, tilting my head back for some water. I barely catch my breath as you return, playing with my clit and inserting a vibrator. I breathe in the new sensation, and straighten up, awaiting more what?...More flogging. Yes please. You swing harder this round, and the added pulsations have me fluttering as the flogger slices through the air.

You pull off one clover clip, and I cry out. You soothe it a bit, and offer me more water. "Do you want to stop here or do you want more?" I need more, and I'm longing to feel you fill me. I turn to you, saying, "I'm ready for more, bring it on." Gripping and twisting my nipple sets those nerves aflame as you clip me back in place.

I swell as you grasp my shoulders again, ramming further and faster up into me. The vibrator is still on. Hands pressing down on my shoulders, I arch deeper, aching for the angle that lets you

bottom out inside of me. I cry out as you do. We reach and sustain a voluptuous rhythm. I grab the chain again in my teeth and yank tight. I'm fluttering around your cock, and drop the chain as I get close. "May I please come?" I pant. You allow it, but I can barely hear you over the bells, the vibrator and my cries. I moan "Thank you Roman" as I come.

You turn on the fucksaw. The sound alone revs me up. I miss feeling you fill me. But cranking up the speed soon brings shudders and deep moans. I pull down on the hook and lift my ass to bring the dildo further in. My ass tightens around the hook, and I rock back until the speed is too high to move at all. Pressing into the door and tensing up around the toy, my breath catches and tension ricochets through my spine. It is intense, and I'm barely holding on as I come again. My legs partially give out. Slumped on the hook, I pant as my thighs continue to spasm. You break away, murmuring "Good girl" to my delight.

Unhooking me, you hoist me up into your arms. I relish being tossed around and handled like this. But I'm too slick with water and sweat, so we go down. I slide onto my knees, and roll onto my side as you try to hold me up. Your concern and subsequent laughter as we recover is endearing. Leaning into your chest there on my knees, still bound, my heartbeat steadies. Helping me out of the mitts and cuffs, we come to bed. Laying on you, waves warmth rolling through slowly, my limbs still shake slightly under your hands. You soothe them with light strokes.

I'm keen to please you, to satiate you as you have done for me. I want to worship your cock, but I want to play with your ass after that hook. Nipping at your ribs and hip, I circle my thumb along your thigh. I slowly suck and lave your perineum. I hook my arms around your thighs as my tongue pressing and swirling into your ass. Sucking on your balls, I bring one hand to your ass, and one to wrap around your shaft. You allow me to grab some lube and I eventually slide two fingers into you, curling and slowly starting to speed up. It is gratifying to feel you contract around my fingers as I slide into your ass and drag my lips down your shaft. I fervently glide my tongue over you, humming and opening up my throat. Your thighs clench. He's close. I sink down onto your cock as you come down my throat. I lap up your cum, out of breath but deliriously happy.