The room is quiet. My heart is pounding so loudly, I think surely You must hear it. You recline comfortably into the deep burgundy leather chair. I have fixed a drink for You and returned to kneeling in front of You. Slowly, You sip Your drink, looking quite serious and reflective.
“My pet, turn the stereo on. Select some music for us.”
“Yes Sir.” I hurry to the stereo, wishing You had told me what music You would like, but You have left this decision to me. Finally, I decide on some instrumental music, with a nice sultry jazz sound. I return to You and begin to kneel again, but Your words stop me.
“Before you kneel again, My pet, take off your clothes.” The riding crop is draped casually across Your lap, in case I had any doubts about how quickly You expected my obedience.
With trembling fingers, I disrobe before You, wishing for a modicum of privacy to shield me from Your intense gaze. Completely naked, I return to my knees, thankful for the pillow that You have placed on the floor for me. While I am kneeling, I feel the soft leather of the riding crop as You stroke my back with its tip. Each time that You pause, I tense, anticipating a much firmer stroke, but You do not change your pattern.
“Kneel up and show Me your breasts.”
My hands cup my breasts, presenting them for Your inspection. Slowly You trace around my nipples until the peaks become very hard and pointed. I watch, as You are rolling them between Your thumb and forefinger, squeezing them, tugging them and I feel the desire begin to rise inside already. My breathing begins to change, indicating my arousal.
“So eager, My pet, and the night is so new … let’s see what I can do for you.” You slide the cool metal clamps across my skin, the contrast making me shiver. First the left, and then the right … ah, the pleasure, the pain, as You adjust and tug the clamps to make sure You have achieved the desired effect. The chain between the clamps makes a nice accessory, as You pull me forward by the chain.
“Ah, Sir, please” I gasp as the chain is pulled tautly, stretching my nipples.
“My pet,” You shake Your head, disapprovingly. “Are you questioning Me?”
“No Sir, I wasn’t, truly Sir!” I am sincere and I hope You can sense this in my voice.
You nod forgivingly, as You give the chain another firm tug. Wisely, this time, I restrain any outburst, although each tug sends a corresponding jolt of desire to my already wet pussy. How I long to feel Your cock inside me, ramming into me, making me cry out with pleasure. But You control my pleasure now; I no longer have a say in deciding how or when that pleasure is meted out.
You continue playing with my breasts, enjoying Your game of erotic torture. The pain was lessening, and the pleasure was so sweet. Suddenly You remove the clamps, without warning. As the blood flows back into my nipples, the sensations are overwhelming. I whimper softly.
“Bend your head down.” You instruct me and I quickly comply. The collar is leather, black and cool against my fevered skin. I feel the padlock closing it on my neck, the key disappearing into Your pocket until You choose to remove it. Three metal rings, one in the center and one on each side, rest against my skin. The collar is a symbol, officially signaling my submissiveness, easing me out of my vanilla life and into a realm where I desire to submit and give control to someone else.
I know what comes next. We have been practicing this, using only my mouth to unbuckle Your belt and unzip Your trousers, so that You may receive pleasure from my mouth. I am struggling with the belt and You help me by doing it Yourself. In no time after that, I am kneeling between Your legs, sucking Your cock, sucking Your balls with my mouth, my hands carefully folded behind my back.
Sometimes You have me continue this for what seems like forever, until I think my jaw is about to snap, other times, You cum quickly into my mouth or onto my breasts. This act establishes my submissiveness firmly before any activity begins. Tonight, You seem eager to begin, as Your voice commands me to stop. I remain kneeling before You, waiting for Your next instruction.
The blindfold is slipped on so quickly that I hardly even knew what You were doing. Straining my ears, I try and determine where You are, as I feel the riding crop again stroking my back. The first stroke was against the soft, fleshy part of my backside, then alternating from one side to the other, increasing in intensity.
“What do you say, My pet?” You ask, taking a brief respite from Your labors.
“Thank you Sir, if it please You, may I have more strokes?” I reply quietly.
“Eager for the sting of My crop, eh, My pet? Well tonight I am feeling generous, so I will indulge your request.” You laugh teasingly, knowing my predicament, knowing that I would have answered that way even if that was not my wish. Many more strokes and the warmth of my skin is flooding my body. You instruct me to kneel up again and to spread my knees wide apart.
“Wider, My pet, you can do better than that.” You say sternly, using the handle end of the crop to push against my inner thighs. Finally, You are pleased with my posture and You reach down between my legs. Chuckling at the wetness You encounter, You rub my clit, ever so lightly and rhythmically back and forth, until my hips are grinding against Your hand.
“Always so wet for Me, My pet, after a just few lashes from My crop.” You say out loud. Inserting a small vibrator into my pussy, You turn it on low and whisper in my ear, “you may not cum, nod if you understand.”
I nod, as I feel the smooth plastic sliding into me, vibrating against my aching flesh. You set it on low and tell me that You have preparations to make in the other room.
“Remain this way, My pet. I will return for you.” You are being quite mysterious and I cannot help but shudder as wicked, wicked thoughts of the next few hours run through my mind. The vibrator is raising my level of desire, but it is really just small enough to torture my pussy without providing any relief, which is exactly what You had planned. I am waiting and waiting and waiting …
