I obey as graciously as I can in the midst of throbbing pain and blinded to all but your orders. When upright I feel a strong, firm, muscular arm around my waist, as I swoon into you surrendering the last ounce of resistance within. Your unrelenting arm has hooked me around my waist and drags me backwards making me even more disorientated and lost in a mist of passion.
Then I feel the smooth cold wood against the front of my body and realise you are dragging me to that great X of desire and discipline. In the darkness of my mind, I pulsate against that smooth black wood, leaning into it as my knees threaten to buckle with anxiety and the sweetness of surrender. My abandon increases with every strap you secure, every bond you tighten, and my ankles and wrists are bound with your intentions and desires. I relish the feeling of restraint, of captivity and savor every second, every brush of your sensuous skin against mine.
The butterflies are swirling inside my tummy as they flutter and dance during their flight of anticipation. My palms are clammy and grasp for some invisible source of strength. I can hear the sound of cold heavy leather brush against the floor, as my heartbeat and breathing quickens and my body tenses. The thought of the lash ripping across my smooth soft skin, leaving searing lines of fire, marking my back and behind in such pretty patterns make me moist with pleasure and terror. An irrepressible desire to wear the criss-cross marking of your dominance, branding me as your willing living canvas to be marked upon with your choicest tools.
As the cracker rains down upon my skin in the first of several strikes, the sound of leather scoring flesh echos in my ears. It feels as if a bolt of electricity jolts right through, me making me writhe in agony and ecstasy. Those two great arch enemies, one and the same, side by side as they dance through the hall of my soul, feet pounding out their rhythms, as first one leads and the other follows, until the first ebbs always to be replaced by its partner. With every subsequent strike on my skin I feel the scorch as it burns so sweetly, so deeply. I can almost hear the adrenaline coursing through your veins, as you feed off my reactions, and I suffer your pain biting down on my lip to stifle a sob. A sob of joy that shakes my very foundations as emotions, sensations, time and space all blur into one and I am reborn again out of that haziness.
Living from one moment of sheer physical sensation to the next, my body starts to tremble with the utter energy of sensing, of being, flashes of pain interspersing these revelations. I am my Master and he is me, as we transcend our boundaries merging in that sweet symbiosis of sensation. As one part of him gives, so do I receive, and feedback each transformed flow of power with greater intensity, greater velocity. I can stand it no longer, cannot hold it in and cry out in urgency and relief as the last lavish round of lashing finishes off that exquisite Master piece. I am my Master's art an expression of his desires, needs, achievements, maleness, a reflection of his masculinity in which my femininity is reflected, free to fly spreading its graceful wings.
I soar higher and higher until I am above us both, at once feeling, receiving, responding and observing, as the passion and love fuels my flight. At once your essence calls me back with a dive bomb to earth as you release those clothespins from my tormented nipples and painful sensation floods in once more. I can feel you now between my legs stroking that throbbing morsel of flesh before you devour me whole. Your long nimble fingers stroke me firmly, like the thoroughbred you've trained, and I can feel the rush of blood pounding within. That aching pulse of pleasure threatening to betray the anguish inflicted by you.
With your other hand you release the blindfold and my head swims as I slowly open my eyes and adjust to the light. As I regain my vision I realise I am looking straight into your eyes, penetrating my soul with your dominant stare. As you keep staring and stroking, my thighs tremble and shake uncontrollably. You keep playing with my tight wet throbbing holes, my succulent parts and also run one had down my scarred back. The electric sensations of hot and cold at once send me into a frenzy of desire as you stare into my soul, you so Masterfully own. All I can do is surrender yet again to your Masterful moves, opening evermore to your delectable dominance. Reaching that great height, that apex of euphoria.
I clench against your fingers inside me, squirming in pleasure as you finger my tight cunt and graze that twitching clit. I'm so wet as you hear that squelching suction from my pussy swallowing those fingers, greedy for more. You watch every expression, every grimace, every smile, every tear as it rolls down betraying my stubborn self, as I fragile and finally free break upon you. A deep sensual moan escapes my lips ending in a high pitched flurry, as I shatter into a million shards each minute part piercing your heart.
