Every nerve in her body quivered as he moved around her. He was silent, his footfalls muffled by the carpeted floor, and it was only when he dragged the leather crop over her skin that she knew where he was.
Coming here had been a risk but there was a part of her that always knew it was a risk she would one day take. His profile had been short and to the point.
I will dominate you into a state of total submission. Take you to the brink of orgasm again and again. And maybe let you have one eventually.
She had become wet immediately upon reading his words, appreciating their succinctness as well as the bluntness. Her entire life she had dreamt of becoming a submissive. She craved the surrender. She wanted to be used.
And now, bound in the playroom of a man she didn't know, in a city that wasn't her own, she was sure she was about to have all she ever desired.
A sharp crack against her left nipple brought her rushing back to the present. She struggled to keep her fingers laced behind her head and her elbows up at her ears as she drew a quick breath. The pain was intense--stars flashing behind her closed eyelids--but it quickly faded and just the pleasure remained.
That first blow marking the beginning of what she hoped would be a long and painful night.
****
She closed her eyes tightly, the anticipation of where his crop might strike next threatening to overwhelm her. She could already feel her wetness running down the inside of her thigh. Both nipples were hard as rocks, the skin around them red and raised from his punishment.
"Stick your ass in the air," he commanded.
She hesitated, her elbows dropping slightly from where he'd told her to hold them, and fought the desire to disobey. Wondering if she remained where she was, he would continue to punish her aching breasts instead of moving on.
Hesitating was a mistake.
He moved quickly, gathering her long hair in his fist and jerking her head back. She stumbled backwards awkwardly, thrown off balance and unable to remain on her knees. Opening her eyes, she saw his own green eyes had darkened from the soft moss green they had been when she'd first arrived, to something much more sinister.His hand shot out and slapped her across her cheek, the sting of it bringing tears to her eyes.
"When I tell you to do something, slut, you do it."
He slapped her again and now, in addition to the wetness in her eyes, she felt her pussy contract causing another gush to flow down her thigh.
"When you disobey, you get punished," His voice was hard as stone and there was no mercy on his face. "Now put your hands on the floor and stick that ass in the air."
This time she did as she was told, pushing her face into the soft carpet, stretching her arms out as far as she could in front of her. He ran a hand over her exposed ass, gave it an open handed slap and then ran a finger over her clit.
The moan came out of her without warning, as though her brain no longer had any control over her body, and at the sound, his finger disappeared. She wiggled her ass, hoping to connect with something, anything that would give her release. But there was nothing there.
Again, she fought the urge to move from the position he had commanded her to take, fought her instinct to get what she wanted, what she needed. Instead, she waited.
Finally, she felt the cold, wet sensation of lube being rubbed over her ass and something hard and cold pushing against her opening. They had talked briefly about her limits but it was only now--as she lay at his feet, vulnerable and quivering with anticipation--she realized she'd never confessed to being an anal virgin.
Too late now, she thought. And with a deep breath, she surrendered herself to his will.
*****
The plug in her ass--which had hurt enough going in to make her cry out and earn another hard smack from the crop across her back--filled her in a way she had never experienced. It felt foreign and yet, inexplicably, already a part of her.
After roughly filling her hole, he commanded her to remain in her position on the floor, face pressed into the carpet and arms stretched out in front of her. She heard him opening the drawers of the large cabinet on the other side of the room and her mind raced, filled with the possibilities of what was to happen next.
When he returned, she felt his hand caress her ass, wiggling the plug as he did. This time, as good as it felt, she kept her moan to herself. She was learning to control. Learning to submit.
"It's such a pretty ass," he said. "But too smooth. I need to leave my mark."
Her body tensed. Mark? What kind of mark?
"You're going to count the lashes. We'll start with five," As he spoke, he trailed a finger up the inside of her leg, finally landing on her swollen clit and rubbing, slowly. "Are you ready my pet?"
The bite of the cane took her breath away. It lingered, as though it was still lying across her skin and she gasped.
"I didn't hear you."
Her voice came out shaky, on the verge of tears yet again. "One."
"Good girl," he said. "When you follow the rules you get rewarded."
The moment he pressed the vibrator against her clit, she was lost to the sensation, her entire body quivering at its touch. She squirmed, trying to press herself into it, to achieve her orgasm before...
The buzzing stopped abruptly and the cane whipped across her ass once again. The combination of pain and pleasure made her feel as though she might be losing her mind. She wanted to come but she also wanted the cane. How could both things be true?
"Two," she counted, her voice less shaky this time, more confident.
"That's a good slut," he said and relief flooded her as the vibrator began to buzz again.
It went like that for three more strikes of the cane. Alternating pain with pleasure, getting so close to release only to have it kept from her at the last moment. It was infuriating. Her pussy pulsed with need. She wanted so much all at once, to be fucked, to come, to have her nipples clamped, her face slapped, to be degraded and used. She wanted it all.
