He kisses me hard and deep and takes a hold of my throat. Pressing on it softly as he makes me look him in the eyes there is lust there but underneath them, there is also love. It's the kind of passion that most girls dream of the eyes that tell you "Your safe but you are also mine," He moves his lips against mine he takes his hand away from my throat chaining me to the bed. He makes them tight enough to keep me secure but not enough to cut off my circulation. He says nothing as he moves from the bed to the wall where the whips are placed he takes the black flogger a tool that I'm well acquainted with. He taps it gently against my thighs watching me flinch in pleasure and pain.
"You're to keep these sheets clean.'" He taps my thighs again this time a little bit harder than before. "Do you understand?" His voice is rougher and a lot closer. I nod my head with a grin, sometimes I like to push him over the edge. "Use your fucking words." He growls with no remorse as the flogger smacks my pussy as I jolt against the bed.
"Yes, master." I whimper helplessly he grins as he spanks me again this time they are small hits to my pussy but still pack a punch. The pain makes me feel more alive and I can tell that I won't be able to keep these sheets clean not like my master desires. Somedays I want to please him and other days I'm a dirty little slut, Who only cares for her own selfish needs. Today I want to be what he desires and also be selfish. But there is no way that I can have both because my master likes to play games to give me some control and take it away.
"You're fucking getting wet for me." He groans tracing the flogger along my nipples circling them as I pull against the chains that bound me. He likes watching me struggle to watch me whimper and squirm. "Look at how much of a desperate slut you are." He picks up the mirror that is nearby and places it in front of me. "Say that you're a desperate whore." This is it his games have begun and I'm ready to play.
