I walked into the room, donned in a pink silk genie costume. I wore a red, velvet halter that exposed my stomach with red velvet sort shorts. My legs were draped in pink silk that attached at my ankles. I wore separate pink satin sleeves and a pink satin scarf flowed delicately under my chin from ear to ear. I wanted to be a devoted slave to my Dom, and grant him any wish he desired. He was my Master, and his wish was my command.
He told me to massage his body. I oiled up my hands and began to rub his calves. I rested my palms down on him and slid my hands over his skin, making it warm and moist. I pressed my thumbs deep into his muscles above his ankles on the back of his calves, and pushed my body down onto him, and moved my hands slowly up. I could feel his muscles separate as I pushed them; easing them with my hands. I rested both my hands on one leg at a time and began kneading his muscles, alternating my hands. I started at the bottom and worked my way slowly up. I wanted to be thorough so that my Dom's legs were soothed and relaxed.
After I had massaged his legs, he asked that I remove the bottom half of my costume. I slid the red velvet shorts down my legs leaving the bottom half of my body exposed. He instructed me to turn and face the all to reach my arms straight in front of me and place my hands on the wall. I was told to spread my legs and stare straight ahead at the wall. I obeyed. I stood there, patiently waiting, both nervous for what my Dom would do to me, and excited at the possibilities. Quickly, the feeling of a sharp snap of a leather belt brought me out of my head. The belt slapped my lower ass cheek hard and I gasped in pain. The smooth leather felt incredible on my skin.
It was precise and powerful. My Dom struck me again and again on my backside. I loved enduring intense sensations for my Dom; it makes our time together feel much more real, and overwhelming. My whole body shook from his lashes, and I began to feel myself throb from pain. He asked if I wanted more. I hesitated in my answer. I wanted to please him, but I could not endure any more lashes. He asked for honesty first, and I told him softly that I did not want any more. I was released from the wall and noticed red welts in a perfect line on my skin where I had been struck.
It was incredibly sexy to see my skin's reaction to leather. It looked beautifully tortured. I had wished my tolerance would have been higher so I could endure more marks.
My Dom instructed me to walk over to the chair in the room and place my knees on it and rest my body over the back to that I could bend forward and stick my ass out for him. I watched as I saw him grab a bottled of lube and latex gloves. My heart started to pound as I realized the very thing I had been yearning for I was about to receive. My legs were spread on the chair and I rested my head down. I felt my Dom's fingers on my pussy. They were slick with lube and slide evenly and smoothly over me with his gloves. I could feel him massaging around my vagina, loosening me and opening me up slowly.
His touch was tender and loving. I was anxious for him to insert his fingers inside me. I wanted to feel him in me. I then felt him slide one finger, then two fingers in. I moaned with pleasure. With his two fingers in, I could feel him rubbing me inside. I arched my back and stuck my ass up and out more to receive him. I felt a third finger slide into me, then a forth. He took his time, gingerly massaging my wet pussy, preparing it for him. I could hear him moan behind me. I closed my eyes and told him how amazing he felt. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted his entire fist in me. I didn't want him to stop.
