seven - the present
The lashes of the whip continue to fall like a drenching rain. My legs tremble, and i feel my knees wanting to buckle, but i keep biting my lip, fighting to stay on my feet. Then my safe-word rushes from my mouth like water from a bursting dam, and i collapse onto my knees. The pulleys on the weight-machine-that-was whir loudly, and my hands dangle limply from my wrists, above my head.
He removes the restraints and lowers the pulleys back into their resting place. i remain kneeling on the floor, head down, hands in my lap, a curtain of hair surrounding my face.
"Give Me your hands."
He helps me to my feet, and holds me against his chest until i am able, again, to stand on my own. His fingers brush through my hair. i breathe in his virility, exhaling my surrender.
"you've done very well," He whispers into my hair. i shiver as he leads me, blindfolded still, into the bedroom. To my reward.
But first: the show.
"On the bed," He commands, "I want you to play for Me."
i crawl across the bed, pushing two pillows into place, my cheeks flushed, burning. i am still very self-conscious about doing this, but hesitation would displease Him, and that is not an option.
"Remove your panties."
i lie back on the pillows, sliding my satin thong down my legs. It feels damp as i toss it aside. My right hand slides across my breast, briefly brushing my still-throbbing nipple. Across my belly, between my legs. i am dripping wet, even though the hand that now brushes my clit is the first actual touch it has received. A soft sigh slips from my throat as my fingers begin to rub my clit in soft, slow circles.
"That looks so good. How does it feel, baby girl?"
"It feels good. Wet."
"I can see that. Your thighs are shining with it."
"Yes, Sir," i moan, rubbing a little faster.
my eyes, beneath the blindfold, are closed; my face is turned to the side, so that my flaming cheek rests on the pillow. i fantasize that my fingers are His tongue. my back arches up off of the bed a little, and my fingers press harder, slipping and sliding in the wetness.
"Harder," He commands.
Rubbing harder still, i begin to moan again. my fingers slide down over my clit and into my pussy. Two fingers tease just around the edge of the oozing hole, then pull the wetness back up around my clit, and back down to slide all the way in.
"Oh, yes. That's My baby girl. Mmmmm. Fuck yourself for me. Fuck it hard."
So i do, rocking my hips, slamming those two shining fingers faster and harder into my cunt. i try to fuck myself the way i want Him to fuck me.
"Three fingers."
Without changing the rhythm, my index finger slides in beside the other two, and i am pounding them even faster, even harder.
"Four."
my pinky joins the other three fingers. my entire hand is slippery-wet, and my knuckles are slamming loudly into the rim of the opening. my feet have risen off the bed, and my hips rock faster into the thrusts of my hand.
"That's it. That's My good little bitch. Make it feel good."
my left hand slides down to take the place of my right, four fingers sliding effortlessly into my soaking wet pussy, and my right hand, glistening from fingertips to palm, goes back to my clit, rubbing frantically. i writhe beneath my hands on the bed, until my head feels like it is coming apart at the seams.
"Please, Sir......please....." breathless, moaning.
"Please, what?"
"Please, may i come for you now, Sir?"
"Are you ready?" Maddeningly calm.
"Yes, Sir!" nearly screaming.
"Are you sure?"
"PLEASE!"
