The way one expresses love for another is not always conventional; in fact, how I see it, it should rarely ever be conventional. There was a love I felt for her of which your typical forms of love-making always seemed to fall short of realizing. They always seemed so basic, too simple. The repeated thrusting and wild throwing from position to position, though fun and meaningful in and of themselves, still fell short of how I really wanted to show my affection. However, that was a while ago. Today, I felt perfectly at ease with my expression, waiting for her to come home from her training at the base, sitting nearly naked on the floor of our bedroom.
I was particularly fond of the leather shackles that bound my hands together. They laid comforably on my bare torso, though the chain that connected them to my collar kept me from being able to reach down lower than my stomach, no matter how turned on I might have been. The collar itself was chained to a hook in the wall that kept me from moving too far from my spot in the corner of the bedroom. My legs, though not bound together, were chained separately to hooks behind me. All the chains left plenty of room for movement, but I couldn't leave the corner of the bedroom where I'd been chained up since the morning.
It was late afternoon now, and she'd be home soon. I felt my shaft attempt to stiffen against the taut leather thong that surrounded it while I thought of my Love, the smell of her flowing hair trailing up and down my body while her plush breasts pressed against me. I thought of the way she always teased me to the edge of oblivion, then pulled me back to Earth with one sharp surge of pain. My shackled hands traveled up my chest, pinching my nipples as I imagined her naked body lightly trailing up mine. I looked at the whip up in the corner, knowing what was going to happen soon enough tonight. The excitement never left and the feeling of being enslaved to her never got old, which is why I always felt my submission to her to be the best way of expressing how I felt for her.
The pain of my shaft pressing against the thong was getting to be too much for me, and I had to force myself to calm down and clear my mind. I finally did, just in time to hear the door open down the hall. She was home, finally. I positioned myself to look as helpless as possible, knowing how much she loved to see me chained up. I heard the footsteps travel around, growing more excited as she approached the bedroom, feeling it subside as I heard them walk away. For a few minutes she did not enter the room, but tended to other things. She would always make me the last thing on her list when she came home because she knew I loved the anticipation. I waited patiently, kneeling on the floor, holding my hands politely in my lap.
She entered the room after everything else was attended to. She was still in her fatigues from being on base, but the shirt was unbuttoned completely, revealing a very unmilitaristic silk bra that supported perfectly her large breasts. She had taken her hair down, and it rested peacefully down her shoulders. I greeted her, but she didn't respond, or even look. Instead, she opened the closet, searching through our various toys and chains and other gear, laying them out on the bed for me to see before leaving wordlessly.
I could tell she wanted to be intimate and personal tonight. On the bed was a short flogger, a set of nipple clamps, a two-way strap-on, and two sets of handcuffs. I could only imagine what was going to happen when she finally decided it was time. My feet were starting to fall asleep from kneeling, so I decided to try and change positions.
"I can hear you moving in there!" I heard my Love say from down the hall. "I expect you to stay in that position until I let you do otherwise."
"Yes, ma'am..." I tried to sound submissive, but I know the smile crept into my voice. She would only let me address her as "ma'am" while she was in uniform. I wasn't sure if she was anymore, but I wouldn't take my chances; I wasn't sure if I was ready to take the 12-inch dildo tonight, especially not the way she did it the last time I disobeyed her. I'm not sure how long it was before she finally re-entered the bedroom, but I know it was starting to get dark outside. I instinctively greeted her.
"Good evening, ma'am."
She still said nothing, but she looked at me with a dry smile, her eyes commanding my gaze. She drifted from my stare, looking over my helpless form, finally turning her eyes to the toys she laid out on the bed. I noticed Karen starting to fall out of character as she smiled to herself, but she immediately wiped the smile off her face.
"You haven't been sitting like that all day like I told you to, have you?"
I immediately felt the urge to lie and say that I had, but her stare was turning meaner and I knew she would find out I was lying. The thought of the dildo crept back into my head; I was in danger of getting it again tonight if I told her I hadn't been sitting like this, but I would definitely get it -- hard -- if she found out I was lying.
I swallowed hard. "No, ma'am... I haven't."
"I could tell," she stated sternly, walking slowly toward me. She got down on her hands and knees next to me, peering closely at my feet, delibarately arching her back and pushing her well-rounded butt into the air. Her beautiful figure next to me almost distracted me until she spoke up again. "Your toes aren't even purple yet. They'd surely have gone numb sitting in the position all day. You've only been sitting like this for a few minutes, haven't you?"
"Yes..." I didn't want to elaborate. She stood back up and headed back toward the bed.
"Well, at least you're being truthful," she said, picking up the flogger. "But that you still didn't do what I ordered you to do. Don't think I don't know how to stay in one position for a long time, I do it all the time, and I expect you to do the same. Is that clear?"
"It is ma'am," I was starting to get hard again at the sight of the flogger. I knew I was about to be punished.
"Since you were honest about it, I won't do anything too drastic, but you still need to be punished. Get on your hands and knees."
I obeyed. I loved how skillfully she weilded the flogger, how I could feel my ass reverberate with each strike, the sharp pain the flew up and down my spine each time, the short pause between strikes. Occasionally I could feel her soft hands caress my sore cheeks before she struck again. Sometimes the flogging would go on for half an hour, but for some reason when she was satisfied, I was too.
"Ma'am," I said, struggling to find a way to get on my hands, "my hands are bound together. I can't hold myself up that well."
"That's not my concern," she replied softly, yet commanding. "I only wish for your ass to be where I can strike it."
"Yes, ma'am."
She approached me with the flogger in her hand, disappearing behind my view. I closed my eyes, waiting for the first strike. Instead, I felt it at the top of my neck, traveling down my spine and around my back. I felt her straddle my lower back, the rough fabric of her pants rubbing against my bare skin.
"You know how much I love doing this to you," she moaned. "It gets me all wet."
"I only want to do what you please, ma'am."
Her voice turned irritated. "Then next time, when I tell you to sit for the whole day, you do it." I felt the flogger strike my ass hard, making me gasp half with pain and half with delight. She struck me again, pulling on chain connecting my collar to the wall and forcing me to prop myself up with my cuffed hands. She struck me again on the other cheek, and again.
"You should feel lucky I didn't bring out a dildo that was more invasive." She continued to flog me and I started to moan. "Oh, stop faking it. I haven't struck you nearly enough times for you to start feeling any pain."
She let go of the chain and my upper body fell back to the floor. She lifted herself off of me, then stood in front of me. Again, she pulled on my collar chain, lifting me up on my hands.
"Stay like that," she ordered. "Now, unzip my pants."
"How?"
"With your teeth. How else?"
She shoved the zipper right in front of me. I attempted to do as she commanded a few times, but the zipper was small and I couldn't keep ahold of it.
"How long are you going to be? You still have a lot of punishment to go!"
Finally, I unzipped her fly. "Would you like me to get the button as well?" I suggested.
"You've done enough," she said with irritation as she unbuttoned her pants. "If I make you do everything else, it'll be midnight before we fuck."
She peeled off her pants, showing a matching pair of panties with her bra. She kicked the pants onto me and headed back to my ass, kneeling next to it, caressing where she had left welts.
"You know," she mused, "you look really hot in leather." She whipped me again and I jumped. "I'm going to have to make you wear more." Another whip. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, I do ma'am."
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"How much more?"
"As much as you'd like, ma'am."
She struck me again. "There, that's the answer I like." Again.
My cock was begging to be let loose with every time the flogger made contact. I let out some cute surprised moans as she got more and more into it. I could feel her teeth bite into one cheek as she struck another, causing me to gasp in pleasure. Once again, she straddled my back, grinding against my spine as she kept striking. Finally, she pulled off of my back, and I could tell she was starting to soak through her panties.
"Mmmm, I think that's enough of that," she said as she laid the flogger on the bed. I lay on the floor, still reeling from the pain and pleasure and watched her pick up the clamps. "Now I want you to keep these on until I take them off."
"I don't have much choice, ma'am," I said. I'd worn these clamps before and they hurt like crazy. I'm not sure if I could contain myself if she didn't put them on just right.
She walked from the bed toward me slowly and I noticed she was also carrying a key. "Now, if you're a good slave and don't make any noise, I'll take your cuffs off your collar."
