Examining You

You're nervous, a little scared. You know I have something planned. I have been too specific in my instructions. You just have no idea what to expect. All you know is that I have asked you to shower, then to come naked into the bedroom where you will receive more instructions.

As you walk in, you see me standing beside the bed, looking away from the door, dressed only in my boxers. Your breath quickens slightly as you realise they are your favourite pair, the ones that hug the curve of my ass... and other parts. However despite this you still pause, almost missing a step as your eyes wander to the bed where you see just what I have prepared for you. Lined up, carefully arranged you can see the riding crop, the feather tickler, a leather glove, a pinwheel, some rope and a collar.

Hearing you, I turn and smile at you, my eyes playing over your body as they drink in every inch of you. Your reflexes make you start to cover, although as I growl and the smile disappears you stop and drop your arms back to your sides. "Much better. Much, much better." As you begin to form a question, I growl again. The noise silencing you. "No words. No objections. No fighting back. Do you understand?" You stand there... mute... unsure how to respond. I stare at you, a frown forming, eliciting a quick nod from you to show that you agree to what I have said.

I slowly walk around you, letting you see my eyes play up and down your body. "Eyes front!" I almost bark as your head instinctively tries to follow me. Pausing behind you, leaning in so my breath plays on your neck as I whisper "You can leave now if you wish. However know this for if you stay. Once I put that collar on you, you belong to me. I will judge you. Weigh you. Take you." Walking back in front of you, staring directly into your eyes "You may now leave... or kneel." You gulp, before slowly kneeling in front of me. Your head automatically bowing, instinctively knowing not to look back up at me.

There is an awful moment, where you dont know just what I am going to do, before you feel my fingers playing through your hair. Gently raking them over your scalp, before I reach down and slowly fix the collar around your neck. The soft leather strangely comforting as it caresses your skin. I step back, feet leaving your view, however one hand staying on your shoulder keeping that connection. You flinch at the feel of something approaching your back, natural reactions kicking in. My nails on your shoulder reminding you that I am still here, as I slowly snake the feather tickler back and forth across the base of your back. Dragging it higher, inch by inch working its way up to your neck.

Your body twitches, desire to avoid being tickled making you arch away from it. My hand sliding from your shoulder to your throat, gripping gently. "Stay there. Stay there and take it." My voice low, commanding complete obedience as you respond by reluctantly easing back into the touch of the feathers on your back. As it reaches your shoulders, the motion changes. No longer dragging back and forth, but instead using it to gently beat against your shoulders. The sensation strange at first. Not hard enough to be a spank, but not soft enough to tickle. Strangely relaxing and soothing.

My fingers wrap in your hair, tilting your head back at first, then tugging more insistently. Forcing you to lean back slightly as I drag the tickler up between your breasts. Leaning down and kissing your lips softly as I let it fall to the floor. "Place your hands back on your ankles. Let me see what you have for me." You tentatively reach back, my hand on your shoulder steadying you. The new angle forces your breasts up, pushing them forward. My foot sliding between your knees and forcing your legs further apart. My fingers slide down, circling your breasts as they travel down. Nails raking your stomach then out along your hip bones. Unconsciously licking my lips as my eyes play over your smoothly shaved pussy, moving ahead of my hands. Leaning in, gently biting your shoulder "Good girl. Remembering to shave for me. I bet she feels so good right now." My hands finally catching up with my eyes, nails raking out along the inside of your thighs as I crouch beside you. Teeth grazing the side of your neck as one hand comes back up, lightly slapping the underside of your left breast.

I stand back up, slowly picking the crop up from the bed. Letting the leather pad at the end trace over the outside of your thigh, up along your hip. I flick it, quick but gentle. Quickly moving it to slap against the inside of one leg. "Keep them open. Don't you dare close them." The crop flicks quickly between the thighs, moving higher and higher up the inside of your legs. Pausing at the top, I look down into your eyes. Seeing the fear and lust building in equal measure as I press the tip against your pussy. Dragging the leather back and forth. Grinding it against you. Pulling back, chuckling at your reflexive flinch as you feel it coming back. Stopping at the last second before it hits your body. Moving forward, I straddle you slightly, free hand grabbing your hair and pulling you forward. Forcing your hands to leave your ankles as I press your face hard against me. The thin fabric of my boxers the only thing preventing my cock from slapping into your face. Almost smothering you as the crop slaps sharply against your ass. 3 quick, stinging slaps of the leather on each cheek before I release both you and the crop.

You hear a louder, deeper groan from me. My hands roughly playing through your hair. Pressing you harder into me. The mood suddenly changing. Dragging you forward again, as I grab the rope from the bed. Forcing you to kneel over the bed, bending beside it. Yanking and twisting your arms behind your back as I wrap the rope around them. Pinning them behind you as I kick your legs apart. I grab the rope, tugging back as I straddle your hips. Driving forward quickly. Every inch of me entering you from behind. I start to thrust frantically. Your breasts grinding against the sheets as I use the rope around your arms to hold you in place. Pulling you back to meet every deep, frenzied thrust. One hand sliding up, wrapping in your hair and pulling back hard. My own grunts and growls matched by the loud slap of my hips against you. Bed lifting and banging back down with each brutal thrust.

The pace is hungry, animalistic. Consumed by my own need for you. Panting loudly as my second hand moves to your hip. Clawing. Mauling. Nails leaving bright red trails on your soft skin. Hips suddenly bucking as you feel my legs shake, breathe catching in my throat for a split second before I cry out loudly. Pulsing hard against your walls as you feel my orgasm tear through me. Roughly pulling the rope from your arms, as my body collapses against yours. My arms circling you. Staying deep inside you, as I embrace you. Kissing your back and shoulders as our breathing slows, bodies relaxing into each other.