My Dom walked slowly toward me; his eyes studying mine. I could feel my breathing get faster as he approached until the moment he placed his hands around my face and pressed his lips to mine claiming what is his. He kissed me hungrily and I was overwhelmed by warmth and lust. I looked up into his perfect green eyes and could feel my knees weaken. He moved gracefully behind me and wrapped his arms around my body. I stood still and closed my eyes savoring his body pressed against mine and the gentle caresses of his lips on the back of my neck. I could feel his lips part and his teeth sink into the back of my neck. I grabbed his hands which were running over my breasts and my stomach and held them tight as he nibbled the nape of my neck.
We moved into my bedroom where he told me to take off all my clothes. Without hesitation, I undressed in front of him. I remember thinking how I used to be so nervous stripping in front of my Dom, uncomfortable with being so exposed to him. Most of my time serving him, I am nude, so I associate being naked with pleasing him and now I cannot wait to get undressed so he can play with me and explore every inch of me. I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back to lie down. I held his stare with my eyes and spread my legs wide, making myself available to him. My pulse quickened as he approached me.
He held my stare as he lowered his body and his face between my spread thighs. I felt the soft, smooth flick of his tongue and I gasped with excitement. He loved to watch me respond to his touch. He teased my throbbing clit playfully with his tongue and I rolled my hips like a hungry slut toward his mouth needing more of his touch. He kissed up my inner thighs sweetly, and I could feel my own juices dripping out of me. I loved being open, giving myself completely to him. His soft kisses quickly turned to quick nips of his teeth, pulling my flesh up and letting it slide and snap out of his teeth. The quick pinches shot up my inner thighs, and I tried to keep my legs open and relaxed for him. The more bites I received, the more I wanted him.
Naturally, my Dom saw how overcome with lust I became, so he stood up and told me to take my comforter off my bed. I grabbed the comforter behind my head and stood up with it setting it on my chair to the said. He tenderly guided my body with his hands to turn around, and delicately bend forward. I am so in tune with him that my body moves gracefully against his hands wherever he guides me. I could hear him pacing behind me studying my body's vulnerable position available to be abused by him. The sound of his whip cutting through the air was all I could hear. He asked me if I had missed his whip. I began pleading to him how much I missed his whip. I missed his power being struck onto my flesh. My body yearned to endure his brutal, loving touch. The more I begged for his whip, the more I realized that I wanted anything he would bestow upon me. I just wanted his touch, whether by his hand, his belt, his whip or his nails or his teeth. I was desperate to have contact with him and I found myself crying from how much I needed him to use me.
I felt him wrap his arms around my stomach from behind me. A soothing warmth flowed through me as he rested his long body against mine telling me that he loved me. My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks and I was taking deep breaths to compose myself. His body lying on top of mine calmed me so sweetly and he let me go as soon as my body became relaxed.
He stood up and I felt the first smack on my ass by his whip. It was an odd reassuring feeling, like my skin missed being warm from being struck forcefully with leather. I was bent over my bed grabbing the sheets as my Dom struck me harder and harder. He was increasing his force, and then backing off a little so my skin couldn't adjust to the pain. I felt him beat the same spots on my ass, without allowing me to recover, and all I could feel was my flesh breaking down and becoming sorer with each lick of his whip. I try to stay and still and quiet as the abuse continues to show him how devoted I am to serving him as a whipping post. My body can only handle so many vicious strikes before my emotions overflow. I want him to push me to my limit because that is when I feel free and when I feel truly his. I yearn for his pain. My throbbing hot flesh reminds me that I am a sub, and that I am alive.