"Kneel," he demanded in that tone that made my spine tingle and my body weak.
My knees gave out and it took all my strength to drop gracefully in front of him. I spread my legs wide as he had taught me and laid my hands gently on my knees with my palms up. I dropped my eyes to the ground by his feet and allowed my mind to relax as I waited patiently for him. It wasn't often that he made me wait long, but it didn't matter to me either way. The moment my knees touched the ground, I was his through and through.
My eyes were pinned at the point just in front of his dark shoes and I watched as they began to move as he walked a circle around me. My whole body tingled as I waited, knowing his eyes were on me, staring, caressing... his mind racing with whatever delicious ideas he had for me.
"Very beautiful, my dear," he praised as he stopped in front of me once more.
"Thank you, Sir," I replied quietly.
"Go lean over the table, sweetness," he instructed me.
The anxious excitement took over with the knowledge that we had started our session quickly.
I stood up gracefully and walked over to the small square table pressed up against the wall that held just a single ordinary lamp that bathed the room in its soft dull glow.
I bent over the flat surface and gripped the back of the table as I knew he would instruct me to do anyway. I could hear the flogger snap through the air behind me as he swung it a few times to warm up.
"Do you remember your safeword, my dear?" he asked me.
"Yes, Sir," I breathed out without hesitation.
"Good. Remind me again."
I knew he hadn't forgotten it, that was one thing he would never forget in a million years, but he always asked, and he always checked. It was one of the ways he made me feel safe and cared for.
"Red, Sir," I replied once more.
"Good Girl. Are you ready?"
Was I ready? My clit was throbbing and I could feel my juices beginning to drip down my leg. Was I ready? I was more than ready, I was eager... I was craving it. If he made me wait one more moment I was going to cry. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself before I answered.
"Yes, Sir," I finally said, listening to the breathless quality of my voice.
He chuckled hearing it as well and with a few more cracks that made my whole body tense with anticipation, he began.
The first blow sent a shock of pain through me that I wasn't sure I would ever get used to. But then he did again... and again... and again.
The cries of pain turned quickly into moaning as I sank into the pain enjoying the feeling, the freedom of melting into my emotions and not thinking of anything beyond the next delicious bite.
Then he stopped and changed his pattern bringing me out of my world just long enough for the burst of sweet intense pain to be felt once more before I drifted away again.
"Are you doing okay, my dear?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered into the table.
"What's your safeword?" he asked.
"Red, Sir."
"Do you wish to use it?"
"Nooo, Sir," I moaned with certainty.
He chuckled in sadistic pleasure before starting again landing the blows from the top of my back to the bottom of my thighs.
I felt myself began to drift once more and almost screamed when a hand touched my shoulder. I sat up slowly and looked up into his eyes smiling softly as he wiped away a tear from my cheek.
"Such a good girl, my lovely," he whispered with pride.
A goofy dreamy smile crossed my lips as I stared up at him enjoying the sense of lightness that filled my soul now that the all the stress and worry was stripped away from me once more.
He reached down and unbuttoned his pants allowing his cock to sprung forward in all it's hard, throbbing glory. I fell to my knees again and eagerly opened my mouth. There was no need for words, for demands, I knew exactly what he wanted and was more than happy to give it to him. His hand cupped the back of my head gently, not guiding me as much as just holding my mouth right there. I leaned forward and gently rubbed my tongue on the tip before running it along the soft sensitive head. A soft moan fell from his lips and the sound sent a bolt of desire straight down my stomach to my dripping wet pussy. Empowered, I moved forward and swallowed the shaft as far as I could take it. I paused for a moment enjoying the sensation of my Sir's cock in my mouth, the feeling of it swelling against my tongue, the sound he made as I rubbed that same tongue against the sensitive underside.
I began to slowly move my mouth on him letting my tongue rub and flick against his soft skin listening to his moans and murmured words of encouragement and the feel of his hand tightening in my hair as he tried not to grab my head and force me to take more of him. I smiled softly knowing that I was driving him crazy... just like I wanted to.
I moaned against his cock and sucked him harder, deeper... but not the way he wanted me to.
"You are pushing it tonight, my love," he growled the warning as his hand tightened in my hair once more.
I met his eyes with a wide innocent look of my own.
"Oh... you wish for me to fuck your pretty little mouth, do you my little one?" he asked with a wide evil smile on his face.
Before I could even hope to formulate an answer, his hands twisted in my hair and he held my head still as his hips began to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth hard and fast. I opened as wide as I could go and closed my eyes moaning softly as he fucked my mouth almost wildly. Tears burning the back of my eyes every time he hit the back of my throat and I breathed harshly through my nose.
"God, little one, your mouth is so fucking hot... mmmmm, you want me to cum down your throat?" he teased while grunting harshly.
My eyes grew wide once more, but I did not move away.
"Or maybe..." he groaned. "I should just cum on my lovely breasts. Those are my breasts... this is my mouth... my body. You understand?"
I moaned around his cock at his words. I love it when he would cum on me, it was a branding of sorts, proof that I was his and he could cum wherever he pleased.
"Mmmm, it looks like my pretty little pet likes that idea," he whispered.
I moaned my agreement.
"Good girl," he groaned as he pumped faster.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his cock swelled once more in my mouth and I knew he was getting close. I wanted to pull away, but I didn't. it wasn't my choice, it was his.
A drop of precum touched my tongue and I braced myself for the rest of it. But, he pulled out just as suddenly and bathed my neck and breasts in his warm sticky cum, moaning as he grasped his cock and pumped out every last drop on to me.
Gasping he looked down at the me with a pleased look on his face.
"Good, girl," he whispered.
