The room is dimly lit as we enter, I'm not sure what to expect from you tonight.
Everytime we are together its different, my feelings are different and my acceptance of what I am to you and what I am doing is growing.
You pull me gently into the room by the lead. The collar it is attached to has become my comfortable friend over our time together. You have set everything you intend to use out ready.
I take a sharp intake of breath and excitement pools between my legs as I see the cane. There's also a butt plug, a blindfold and nipple clamps. I know whatever you have in mind I am going to cherish every minute of it.
You place the blind fold over my eyes, slip the straps of my negligee over my shoulders and it falls to the floor and ask me to kneel, I obey immediately.
You lead me, naked, into the centre of the room, I love the feel of the collar as you pull on it. You tell me to stop and proceed to flick my bare bottom with the handle of the lead. Being blindfolded my other senses are heightened.
I hear you move behind me and you rub your hands over my bare cheeks. My excitement is obvious as you touch my slickness with your thumb and fingers, rubbing it over my tight hole before you insert a finger in there. As you slide it in and add another, my climax builds and I seek permission, but you deny my release. A third finger is then added, opening me up ready for the plug to replace them. You push the plug slowly in until it fills me completely. It feels deep and causes an ache inside.
I hear you move to the front of me and bend to ready my nipples for the clamps. Pulling them and pinching them. I'm so close but again you tell me not yet! You attach the clamps to each nipple and move back behind me. You tell me that the clamps are going to feel different than before.
We establish that you are going to strike my bare ass twenty times and I am to count each one, after every five you will turn the power up on the nipple clamps so the shocks become more forceful. Shocks? What do you mean? I can do nothing but wait.
I hear the swish of the cane first before it bites deliciously into my bottom, just as it strikes you turn the clamps on. Oh fuck, I wasn't expecting that. The shocks of the clamps combined with the feeling of the cane striking my bottom and forcing the plug nestled inside to push against the ache, cause me to cry out, yet I still count every strike.