Imagine the scene. You are chained up, powerless and in my control. My slave. To do as I wish and demand.
You are standing in the middle of a room lit only by candles, to the side of you is a bed and a range of toys (strangely enough the ones we have), laid out neatly on a table on the other side of the bed.
Now when I say your chained up I mean you have I chain round your neck, but the cuffs are ready for use when I think they would be necessary, which as long as you do as your told I shouldn't need to use!
You are naked and I'm in a corset style top, thong and stockings (not hold ups but proper ones, suspenders and all!), maybe if I think you've been a good boy I might just be wearing high heals, but then again I could be bare footed.
I tell you to pick up the blindfold from the bed and put it on. You think better than to ask half worried that I might use the whip I'm holding on you (it's a soft leather one, not designed for pain really, not if used right).
Slowly you slide it down over your eyes, ready to follow my instructions.
As I walk over to you, leaning close enough for you to feel my breath on your skin, I slowly bring the whip to your chest; starting at your shoulder I slowly and softly run the soft leather over your bare skin. "You like that?" I ask, but you don't answer me. You remember that I told you not to talk. You nod your head, maybe slightly relived that I'm not whipping you.
You hear the door open and turn your head in that direction, but regret it as you feel my hand cup your chin pulling you head back round, sharply (not to hurt but to regain your attention). As I run the whip again across your body you almost flinch, worried you are going to get punished for moving when you had not been told to do so. But just this once I'm feeling generous.
I can see you wanting to ask who just came in to join us, and why it sounds like one of the toys has just been turned on and put to use, and who its being used on. Yet I continue to move the whip softly across your chest making a cross, shoulder to hip repeatedly. The sensation half tickling and half something you can't quite put your finger on.
I decide to turn you round 90°, so that if you were to take the blindfold off (which you will do when I say) you would be facing the bed and would know the source of the buzz and know who walked in the door, as I continue to use the whip softly, this time on your back, but following the same cross pattern.
You feel someone (a female someone) move towards you and slowly take hold of you cock beginning to wank you off.
You try to move, knowing it's me standing behind you with the whip. Not sure what's going on. But you realise when I pull slightly on the chain round your neck that you are to just stand there, that I'm ok. I carry on with the whip on your back as your cock is wanked. Knowing you are enjoying the whip I begin to move it more to your bum, hitting you with it just a little harder, but still more of a stroking move than a hitting one.