A Submissive's Journey: Kumiko's Self Discovery
Chapter 2
by BrettJ and Bite-Me-Baby © 2005
His kitten trembled softly as he helped her from the tub, her green eyes shone brightly as they met His.. she was helpless in His arms as always, she really was His kitten. Purring softly she dropped to her knees before Him, wrapping her arms around His thighs and hugging Him tightly. His hands were suddenly in Kumiko's hair... "Crawl, Mine" He whispered. She crawled obediently alongside Him as He tugged her gently along. He stopped suddenly, pulled her up hard, causing her head to snap.. He placed a blindfold over her eyes then shoved her back down. Her trust in William was implicit, but she still trembled in anticipation.
Crawling along beside Him, He led her off , she was unaware of where he was taking her, but she knew she was safe in His care. He stopped again -- she heard a door creak open and felt a rush of cold air hit her naked flesh.... He spoke softly " You trust me Mine?"
She whimpered softly .. "Yes Master, I trust You."
"Enter!" He practically snarled, Kumiko could hear the tone in His voice change suddenly, she sensed His arousal already. Scampering quickly on her hands and knees she entered the room, not wishing to cause him any displeasure.
Master reached down removing the blindfold, she gasped and reared back on her haunches, as she took in the sight of the room . Kumiko's mind raced as she saw a wall covered in whips, floggers, crops, chains somethings she didn't even recognize. She was quivering now, not sure if it was from fear or anticipatory desire.
To the right was what appeared to be a Spanking Bench, in the center was a chair that looked evil -- chains hung from the ceiling, there were chains on the floor attached to "O" rings in the pavement, she shuddered as she tried to absorb it all. Kumiko was both fascinated and repelled, but she trusted William, her beloved Master. She knew he would allow her to come to no real harm.
Hearing Him chuckle softly, Kumiko looked up, seeing the lust in His eyes, He was standing near the wall where His whips were draped ... her heart pounded in her chest as He reached for one. She knelt trembling before Him, trying to conceal her own excitement as He approached her. The lovely Japanese girl was willing, ready, eager to submit to whatever He wanted of her.
His hand reached down cupping her chin , as He softly spoke, her eyes were riveted on the whip in His hand. "Now kitten, its time for a little training ... RISE!" He growled.
Quickly, she stood, locking her hands behind her head as she felt His hand caress her hair, she moaned softly...she loved when He played with her hair, sometimes even yanking it roughly. Suddenly, she felt William prodding her along, she walked before Him swiftly letting Him guide her, trusting Him completely. Then she saw the adjacent wall that she neared, she let a small squeal part her lips as her eyes met the St. Andrews cross. Master shackled her quickly to the wicked looking device, securing her safely, His eyes sparkled lustfully as He slowly stroked her flesh with the whip ... teasing her body with the cool leather, He slid it along her soft inner folds, making her shudder, making her crave his touch even more.
His lips met hers, ravishing her mouth hungrily before pulling back abruptly. Kumiko whimpered with disappointment. Closing her eyes she heard the whip cutting the air before it met her eager flesh, she wailed from the first lash, never having felt anything like that before. It was pain, but oh, so exquisite. He lashed at Kumiko's breasts causing her to whimper softly, the whip brought red welts upon her golden flesh. She heard Him growl as the whip came down on her soft, inner thighs savagely ... she screamed as the pain ripped through her, tears streaming down her face, yet Kumiko struggled in her bonds to reach out with her body, inviting more blows. William snarled with savage fury as he lashed out at her shaven mound. She spasmed violently from the searing pain on her most tender flesh, her head sagged as sweat formed on her brow. He yanked her head back, kissed her tears away as He unshackled her, she softly collapsed into His warm arms... sobbing uncontrollably, He held her tightly, stroking her hair before He led her to the chair. The sobs were as much from joy as they were from the exquisite, delicious pain.