He had ordered her to lay face down on the bed, hands up toward the bed corners, feet toward the opposing corners, and to remain still. She had been stripped of her garments and there she lay bare, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension coursing through her being. The ceiling fan spun above, the draft cooling her flesh and drawing out goosebumps. This pleased him as it would provide a more sensitive palette for his art. Speaking not a word, he circled the bed, taking in the visage of his prey spread out before him.
He lifted a black duffel bag, his Bag of Tricks, from the floor and set it next to her, his eyes never leaving her, watching her body respond to the anticipation welling up within her. He began to speak to Himself as he drew the evening's choices from the bag.
"Hmmm, this will do."
"Definitely this one."
"Oooh, this one will do nicely"
With each taunting remark, he set his implement of choice on her back, thighs, propped against her ass. She tried to guess at what each tool was set upon her, uncertain whether her suspicions were accurate.
She heard the bag drop to the floor and felt his choice instruments one by one lifting off her skin. Her anticipation rose as his strong hand caressed her ass, expecting his first strike. As his hand left her skin, she braced herself and waited. But he was not ready to strike. Rather, she heard his voice on her right. "Lift your hand," he ordered with a bite in his tone. She complied and he wrapped a soft, fir lined cuff snuggly around her wrist. She felt her heart beat quicken in her chest as he secured her bound wrist to the rod iron scrolled headboard. Her anticipation grew further into apprehension as he circled the bed, stopping at each corner, ordering her to lift each ankle and the other wrist, binding each in turn, and securing her to the remaining corners. his bindings complete, she attempted to pull her hands away from the headboard with little movement to be made.
SMACK! She cried out at his first strike, a heavy, sharp pain she recognized as coming from a thick rubber paddle. The sensation was like being struck with a plank of hard wood. "I told you NOT to move!" he snapped.
"I...I'm sa...sorry, S..." but her feeble apology was cut off as he struck again. She cried out again and turned her head toward where she last heard his voice. Her eyes failed to find him and she felt a panic begin to well up within her. She had moved again and now feared his consequence.
She felt him climb onto the foot of the bed and lay atop the length of her naked back. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, drawing her eyes toward the headboard and her ear to his lips. He held her there as he breathed his deep, growly words into her ear. "You will not speak again tonight, understood?" he ordered. She whimpered as she attempted a nod of the head against his grip. "Open your mouth," he barked, "NOW!" He released her hair and quickly stuffed into her mouth a round ball with leather straps protruding from either side. He pushed her face down into the bed and fastened the gag tightly around her face. Sitting up, straddling her back, he spoke in a scathing voice.
"You are Mine to do with as I please, tonight and always. You will feel My handywork for days." As he spoke, he leaned forward, forcing his hands beneath her. Gripping her breasts tightly, he continued, breathing his taunts into her ear. "As you drive home tomorrow, your thighs, your back, and your ass will sting. As you lay in bed tomorrow night, your sore muscles will keep you uncomfortable. As you sit at your desk the next day, and for several days after, your ass will throb, your thighs will twinge, and your back will be tense." She felt a heavy wave of fear grow from deep within as his grip tightened an one breast and he released the other, drawing his hand out from beneath her. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled her head back and turned her face to the side until their eyes met. "You will think back on this night with every move you make, with every twinge of pain, and you will crave it again," pushing her face back down on the bed, his next words would echo in her head, "Because you are MINE!"
His hand released her breast for a moment and with his other hand he swept her hair away from her neck. She heard a sound rise from his throat, a soft, low growl of an animal ready to pounce. He pushed her head to one side and grasped her tit tightly as his teeth found that tender spot where the neck and shoulder meet. This was not the tender nibblings of a sweet lover, rather an animalistic lust. He held her head to the side and gnawed and sucked until she whimpered, a mix of pain, fear, and desire attempting to be heard beyond the gag. Instantly, he released all handholds on her and began to rise from the bed. Stopping on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs, he stroked the soft flesh of her ass. Her fear began to soften under the gentle touch of his fingers but it was short lived. With both hands, he grasped her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks. There he held her spread open, inspecting her ass and cunt. Internally she begged for him to fuck her, but no words could be formed. He released his grip and rose from the bed. There she lay aware of his presence, daring not to move. The only sounds to be heard were her breathing and the soft whir of the ceiling fan spinning overhead. She felt her flesh cooling and the goosebumps again rising from her skin and she shivered.
SMACK ... SMACK ...SMACK-SMACK-SMACK His favorite leather paddle drew out a red hue from her skin. He continued striking her, beating out the pattern over and over. She bit down on the gag, refusing to cry out. He continued his assault, increasing the power in his strike as she bit down and grunted against the intrusion in her mouth. Harder and harder he struck until she let out a muffled scream. He stopped and watched her as she panted and moaned, attempting to compose herself. As her breathing calmed, he watched the rosy glow brighten her ass and he chuckled. She heard him shuffle about the room and wondered what was to come next.
Click click...click click She recognized the sound immediately. She heard the shutter release of his DSLR camera circle its way around the bed. Click click...click click. Setting his camera aside, he reached down and gently stroked her hot, red ass cheek. She melted under his caress, relieved that he was finished. Turning her head to meet his gaze, she was greeted with a stern glare and a hard strike from the dreaded rubber paddle. She jerked her eyes back toward the headboard and screamed out a muffled cry against the gag as he continued to paddle her ass. Harder and harder his blows came. No safeword could escape her lips as she clenched her bite against the ungiving ball and she could not recall the hand signal. Blow after blow followed and the tears began to flow as she screamed out against the gag.
She heard a whir like a small motor start up and recognized the sound of her favorite vibrator. He continued to wail on her ass as he penetrated her cunt. Once the toy was deep inside, he turned the dial to its highest level and laughed as she convulsed at the sudden pleasure it aroused. Fucking her hole with the buzzing cock, he continued to beat on her ass, this time with the leather paddle. The mixture of pleasure and pain caused her to quickly approach orgasm. He brought her right up to the edge of climax and before she could release, ripped the vibrator from her cunt. He watched her quiver at the sudden loss of her impending release and let out a vicious laugh. He set the still vibrating cock on the bed, between her legs, barely touching her wet clit, and left the room.
