One minute she was on her feet, blind, bound, and a little off-balance, but at least she was still standing, still in control.
The next she was flying.
Falling...
Back onto the soft bed, chained hands wanting desperately to reach out and catch something to hold onto...but unable to.
She knew it wasn't graceful, the position she'd found herself in. And she knew he was watching her. Staring at her. Taking in every detail of her form. Enjoying the way the tumble had made her legs fall open like a slut who couldn't contain herself.
She could feel him moving closer, feel the heat of his hands even before they wrapped around her arms.
"OVER!"
Frozen by the certainty that she knew what was coming next she failed to move as quickly as he obviously expected and the hand that grasped her chin was not overly gentle.
"You heard me, slut. Turn over!"
She struggled, bound hands getting in the way, to turn over onto her plump stomach. Without his assistance she doubted she'd have made it. He dragged her by the thighs until they draped over the edge of the bed, her knees not touching the floor.
"Such a sweet slut, such a round little ass. That's my ass to play with, slut. Isn't it?"
The force of his hand coming down on her round white cheek echoed through the room and brought the hoarse 'Yes, sir' out of her constricted throat in a hurry.
"I think that little ass needs some attention."
He moved away for a moment and she was almost afraid he'd changed his mind...and almost hopeful as well. It was always this way. She wanted the pain but she feared it too.
He was back and manipulating her knees onto a pile of blankets so that she could brace herself. Stomach on the bed, knees planted wide on the pile of soft blankets.
The flogger was relentless. Back and forth between cheeks, slapping down with a thud but leaving a trace of sting in its wake.
She squirmed, she cried out. She tried to brace herself for the blows...but he kept throwing her off.
Back and forth from one cheek to the other until her body was bouncing on the soft bed, and the motion of it all went straight to her pussy making her so wet she was sure the blankets beneath her were soaked.
She wanted to cry out 'yellow', to make it slow down, soften or stop, but the thought of him stopping kept her quiet. She knew he loved it when she was taking it for him and so she held on, on the edge of a scream, hoping it would please him.
Eventually the blows softened and stopped. She'd lost count.
"That's a good slut. Such a lovely red ass."
His hand came down softly stroking the burning mound of flesh. She knew she was shaking, shivering, whimpering.
His body draped over hers for a second. The hair on his thighs scratched the sore skin of her ass, and it hurt so much she wanted to throw him off her...but to be held after the pain was what made the pain worthwhile. Knowing that even though he said nothing, he adored her for this kept her quiet and still beneath him.
He left a soft kiss at the base of her spine, where he'd dropped the flogger and moments later she heard the tell-tale sounds of ice in a glass and sighed.
As he tended to one red-hot cheek then the other she felt shivers overtake her, and only his hand resting softly at the base of her spine kept her grounded. Eventually they stopped and the world began to look familiar again.
He left her there a moment, as she gathered her breath. She could hear him moving about, and began to wonder what was coming next.
"Up on the bed, slut...hands and knees." His voice demanded as though he'd read her mind.
She tried, but needed his help to get there. With a hand on the collar around her neck he turned her...made her crawl across the soft downy bedspread.
It was hard to keep track of where she was with the blindfold throwing her into confusion but when she felt the edge of the bed beneath her chained hands she knew...Knew what was next...
"Suck, bitch..."
His thick, semi-hard cock was hot against her dry lips. Her tongue seeking to wet her lips brushed the head of his cock and sighing she drew it onto her mouth.
She wanted to take him deep, she wanted to make him groan, but he always kept control, rarely rewarding her with the sounds of arousal he was surely suppressing.
She wanted to use her hands to grasp the base of his cock, to steady herself but his hands held her wrists, chains and all, so tightly that she knew it wouldn't be possible even if she could gain enough balance.
He was big enough to stretch her small mouth, just long enough to graze the back of her throat. She fought the urge to pull away, knowing that the sounds she was making were a mix of distress and hunger.
She wanted this, for him. Wanted to know she gave him pleasure. In a way it took away a shred of the helplessness she felt in this position, bound and under his control. As though if she could just suck hard enough, long enough, he would gentle, go easy on her.
A vain hope, born out of the mixed emotions submitting to masculine power gave her. It would never happen.
"Keep sucking bitch...You don't stop until I say so...Understand?"
His hand, now in her hair...pulling. On her neck, caressing...Back to her head, to push her a little deeper. To guide the rhythm...to make her go faster, deeper...
She knew the garbled sounds of distress coming from her full, stretched mouth only pleased him more.
"I could come in your mouth...I could come all over your face...Such a good cocksucker...But you'd like that, slut. Wouldn't you?"
His voice was hoarse, but almost affectionate. He couldn't quite hide how much he loved that she was doing this. How much pride he had in her. She could feel that pride growing as she tried to answer around his hard cock, but she knew better than to show it. He'd only have to work harder to bring her back to a humbler state.
Fear shot through her with the realization...He always went harder on her after she sucked him...always.
She knew why.
She even knew he had to. How hard it must be for him...all warm and aroused from having her mouth on him, having to bring her back to earth, having to dash the pride without breaking her heart. Knew he had to regain the upper hand.
"Enough, bitch!"
She let him slip from her dripping wet mouth reluctantly, even though her jaws were aching and it was also a relief.
His hand on her collar led her into a crawl and before she knew it she was feeling that familiar sensation of her collar being attached to the chain that was eye-bolted to the headboard.
There was no escape, no pleas that would set her free.
His hand stroked over her still aching ass and slid down to caress the opening to her anus...
