Let's Play Again

Easing out of sleep, I wake to find my arm over you, around you, your body nestled tightly against mine. Your gentle soft breathing belies the exhaustion from your ordeal of last night. You endured so much for me, my beautiful boy...you can't imagine how proud I am of you. I want to do this forever, with you.

Softly moving my fingers over your sleeping warmth, I can't help but think about what more I need to do to you, what more I need to release from you...what more I need to consume of you. My fingers tracing the hard knots of the welts across your back fuel my thoughts of what today will bring.

My lips on your ear, letting my warmth and breath wake you, my voice already shaking, I whisper two words to you again, "Let's Play." I can feel you tense for a moment, forgetting to breathe, then a slow ragged intake of breath as you try to keep yourself calm. I love how you react to me, how the instant you realize that I want to begin again, your struggle begins. I can see it so clearly, you want to please me, you need to please me and you know that you will have to suffer for me to do it.

Sliding from behind you, I stand next to the bed. I need to start this day of right. Smiling as you roll over, I tell you to lie on your back, across the bed with your head over the edge. I step to straddle your head, holding it tightly between my thighs, your mouth open, ready to accept my gift to you. You know better than to lose a drop and begin sucking and swallowing as I release a stream of hot urine for you. The sound of you swallowing, moaning, sucking sends little shudders of arousal over me, I feel my nipples pull into hard little nubs and the hairs on my arms and neck prickle in anticipation.

I need you to do this for me. Your hands reach for me, pulling me closer, harder onto you as you swallow the last drops of my gift. Not releasing you just yet, my thighs tighten even more on you, my hands under your head, pulling your mouth closer to me, you know what I want you to do. Your tongue begins its dance on my clit, so practiced, you know just how to please me. Looking down to you, I see your cock twitching and bobbing almost in time with your mouth on me...a string of pre-cum forming a small clear puddle on your belly. I close my eyes and feel your tongue on me, in me, your lips tightening on my clit...sucking in little pulses of pleasure. I can't stop the orgasm from overtaking me. Rising slowly from the pit of my belly, shuddering spasms begin to seize me, my thighs clamp down on your head...my pussy grasping at your tongue. The power and force of my orgasm overtakes us both and not until it subsides do I release you, gasping for air, to take a breath again.

This is going to be a long day and I need you to be strong for me. I give you two hours to do what you need to do for yourself. Have something to eat, use the bathroom, shower, shave...prepare yourself for me.

And you know how to present yourself to me. Naked. Kneeling. Knees stretched wide apart. Back straight. Hands behind your back. Head down. It just makes my heart ache for you to see you like that. Running my hands over your back, your chest, I walk around you. I love to touch you, feel your muscles tense as I brush against you. I love to watch you close your eyes as I explore your skin, inspect my canvas, watching you sway slightly as you become my boy again. Standing behind you, my hands sliding over your shoulders to your chest, my fingers finding your nipples, I pinch them, hard...while whispering in your ear, "Let's Play."

I have made my mind up about a few things about you. I have decided to keep you and have decided that it is time you bore my mark. I am proud of you and I want you to bear a symbol of your strength and commitment to me. You don't know this yet, but today, before we are finished, I will brand you and give you my mark.

You flinch when I squeeze your nipples. Moaning softly, your instinct is to pull away. You should know better than that darlin'. The instant you feel the stinging impact of my hand on your cheek, you realize what you have done. Looking up at me, fearful, you see my hand raise for the second blow. SMACK! Backhand. SMACK! Again. SMACK! Your face is red, tears welling in your eyes, I hold your face between my hands now, cheeks so hot...I bend to kiss your eyes...little licks at your tears. I need to consume them...taste your pain and fear. Placing a gentle kiss to your hot cheek, brushing my lips against yours...I whisper, "Stand up, boy. Let's see how much you can take for me today." Your whimper sends a shiver of pleasure through my every fiber.

Hands still behind you, legs shaking, you rise to your feet. Your eyes are closed, I can see the concentration in your face. You want to keep it all inside, your fear, your anticipation, your need for this. You can't hide it from me though, I know you too well. I know what you need.

Standing in front of you, I kick your feet apart with my boot. Purring, "Spread your legs for me, boy....WIDER." Purring again, "What a good boy."

Reaching to your chin, I tilt your head to me and whisper, "Look at me when I do this." And taking your balls in both hands, I squeeze. Harder and harder until I see my need to make you suffer mirrored by the pain on your face. "Yes darlin'...Show me how this hurts." Squeezing until your knees buckle, I let you fall against me, holding you up, I twist and squeeze your balls until your sounds change from moans to muffled gags. "That's my beautiful boy. You're so good for me." Relaxing my grip, I let you slump to the floor, panting, curling into a ball. A hard, fast kick with the toe of my boot gets the reaction I wanted so badly. "Good boy."

Needing more from you, I use my boot to push you onto your back. Tracing a path down your body with my heel, down to your poor aching balls. Resting my toe on your thigh, I bring my heel down slowly onto your balls. Grinding. Twisting. Crushing. Hissing through my clenched teeth, "Quit fucking moving...or I'll do it harder, boy." Your silent tears do nothing but infuriate me. You know I need to hear you. As I move to put more weight on my heel, I see the fear overwhelm you and your sobbing voice begs, "Mercy, PLEASE Mistress please, mercy."

Such a good boy. Releasing the pressure on your balls, I move my boot to your mouth. Your mouth opens instinctively. Your tongue working over the sole, hungry for the taste of my leather. Pressing my boot into your face, I offer your greedy mouth my heel. "Suck it," I order you, the hoarseness in my voice betraying my arousal "Suck it, boy, take it all in."

I need to calm down a bit. My heart is racing and my thoughts spinning around you. Stepping away from you, I sit on the edge of the bed. Leaving you on the floor, whimpering for more of what you need. My need for this is leaving me breathless. Your need for this is overwhelming me. Deep breaths, closing my eyes, ......breathing......breathing......breathing.

You trust me with your life when we play. I need to be calm and focused for what I want to do to you today.

"Come lay on the bed darlin', get off the floor," my voice strong again. I need to bind you for this. I want you completely helpless again. I retrieve the coils of white nylon rope from the floor and have you raise your arms above your head. Passing a knot over one wrist, I coil the rope around both, wrapping the rope up to your elbows, pinning them tightly together. Pulling the end of the rope through the ring in the headboard, tightening down hard, I have immobilized your arms.

Kneeling between your legs, I bend your knees and start wrapping the rope from your knee to your hip. With each leg, tight and secure, I pull the end of the ropes through the rings on the corners of the headboard, spreading you apart for me and raising your ass off the bed. Sitting back and smiling, I enjoy the position I have you in. You are so beautiful when you are open to me, helpless, at my mercy. Leaning forward, my hands gently running over your ass, still beautifully welted from yesterday, I place a gentle kiss on your belly, smiling, looking into your eyes I mouth the words, "Let's play."

Sliding a clear plastic bag over your head provokes the most wonderful responses from you. Fear, anxiety, arousal...I love what this does to you. Leaving the bag lose at your neck, I want you to feel the plastic against your face, feel the moisture from your breath build up, feel the slight dizziness as each breath is a recycled bit of the last. I bend to kiss you through the plastic...pressing it tightly against your nose and mouth. A long kiss. My hand on your chest feels your struggles and your moans for your next breath make me ache for you. Releasing the kiss, I leave you gasping ...god, what a wonderful sound. Can you see what you are doing to me?

Stepping back again, I take my favorite cane from the table. It's long and thin, you know each other well. I whip it through the air twice, laughing as the whistling sound makes you cringe. "Count for me darlin', count to 20," I whisper. Starting slowly, and gently, the first 20 leave faint pink stripes across your ass and thighs. Your breathing is still steady...but deeper already. Running my hand over the marks, feeling the rosy warmth from your skin, I whisper again, "Count for me, 20 again." Pausing for you to ready yourself, I begin again. Harder this time, raising red welts. Little gasps from under the plastic escape your lips each time...briefly...before your count increases by one. My heart is pounding so hard now, not wanting to stop. "Count for me again, 20," and before you have a chance to grasp what I've asked, I've begun, HARD, a bright purple streak left from the first strike. Your scream of "One" almost makes my knees buckle. The sound of your voice goes straight to the pit of my belly, into the core of me, fueling my arousal almost beyond comprehension. Alternating between soft and hard strokes, alternating between your ass and the backs of your thighs, I reach your count of 15. You are gasping for breath, struggling for composure, struggling with the fact that there are five more to come.

I gently raise your head and wrap a leather thong around your neck, tightening the bag and closing off your air supply. The beautiful combination of trust and panic that I see on your face drives me on to do this. Whispering, "I'll count," I count "One" as I bring the cane across your ass as hard as I can, the skin splitting and bleeding instantly. Your scream uses up whatever oxygen you had...in the bag...in your lungs. Grunting, "Two, Three, Four, Five" as I use all of my strength to cut you again and again with these final blows. The sounds you are making now, in that delirious state of agony and confusion as you near unconsciousness, drive me over the edge. I slide my hand to my pussy, fingers easily and almost instantly bringing me to orgasm, then quickly, tearing open the bag and sliding my wet fingers into your mouth. Moaning with you as you take your first breath, tasting like me.

Unwrapping the leather thong from your neck and removing the bag, I bend to kiss your lips again. Tasting myself on you, breathing in your soft moans. Gently, I brush back your hair, damp with perspiration, and smiling at my beautiful boy, I purr, " I'm not done with that delicious ass of yours yet darlin.'"

Kneeling on the bed, before my spread and exposed boy, I fasten my strap-on to my hips. My left hand on the back of your thigh, pressing it higher, bending you even more, my right hand stroking the shaft of my new cock. Closing my eyes, I can feel the power consume me, knowing that I can fuck you as hard and as long as I want. I love to fuck you on your back. I need to see your face when you feel me slide into you. I need you to see me enjoying this, watch my face as I cum.

Both of my hands on your legs, pushing them higher, I use my hips to guide the tip of my cock to your ass. Making little motions against your ass, watching your face...watching you as I press, slowly and steadily into you, until my thighs are tight against you, until I am buried deep inside of you, the blood from your caning smearing on my thighs and belly.

Taking your cock into my right hand as I begin to slide in and out of you, I echo my motions on your cock. Stroking you in time with my thrusts into you. Faster and faster and faster as I near another orgasm....my breathing short and ragged, my fist tighter on your cock, my hips slapping against you harder and faster. My cock slamming into you as my pussy explodes in another orgasm...I almost don't hear your sounds over my own, almost don't feel your cock erupting in my fist

Making sure you are watching me now, I bring my hand, slick with your cum, to my mouth. Licking it clean, smiling at you, I bend to kiss you, so you can taste yourself on my lips, my tongue.

Such a good boy. It's time.

Releasing your right leg from the hook on the headboard, but still needing you bound securely, I pass the rope through the ring at the foot of the bed, pulling it so tight that your back begins to arch to compensate. Perfect.

Placing the blindfold over your eyes and fastening the ball gag tightly between your teeth, I am almost ready. Two more straps over your body, one over your chest and the other, your hips, fastened tightly to the hooks on the sides. I can see the fear in you now, you still don't know what is going on, what I have planned, but I've never restrained you so completely before.

Laying on the bed next to you, as close to you as I can get...my fingers stroking your right thigh, my lips pressed against you ear, I whisper, "It's time darlin'. I've decided to keep you and you need to know that you now belong to me. I'm going to brand you now and give you my mark."

I know you've been waiting for this, but nothing can prepare you for the moment when you are bound and blindfolded...at the brink.

"Do you want to know where I'm going to brand you?"

At your nod, I gently place my fingers on my favorite spot, on you, that little curve where your hip meets your thigh. Your whimper tells me you understand. How delicious. Your trembling begins in an instant, so fearful and for good reason.

I plug in the soldering iron I an going to use for this, and sit with you, my hands comforting you, stroking your thigh, the spot, and wait for the iron to get up to temperature.

Kneeling on the floor next to you, the cordless iron held firmly in my fingers, my left hand on your chest, I whisper, "Don't move, darlin'. Please be strong for me. I'll be quick, but I need to do this."

"Ready?"

At your nod, I begin.