On My Nees!

On My Knees!

My mind is clogged with fear, clouded by dark swirls as I wait on my knees for you. My heart races and then stutters, missing a beat as I think I hear the faintest trace of your footsteps and I jerk my head round uselessly as my eyes can only stare into the black embrace of a blindfold. My ears strain to catch every tiny sound as I shiver even though the room is warm while my mouth goes dry and I lick my soft lips nervously.

What can you see waiting obediently for you, I wonder as the minutes trickle by; a painfully slow descent of the sand in the egg-timer that I am imagining in my mind. Is the last grain teetering on the edge of falling and will the first stroke fall then or will you wait longer? My dark hair kisses the nape of my neck and falls around my heart-shaped face as I stay on my knees voluntarily with my hands clasped on top of my head, fingers interlaced. I know this raises my breasts and I bite back a sob at the thought of you using them today, striking the sensitive skin with your fingers or a thonged whip.

The pure whiteness of my back stretches down to the soft swelling of my buttocks, made to be beaten as you told me when we met and you read my desire in my emerald eyes. Now my heart quivers at the thought of your cane marring my perfect skin, cutting deep weals into my flesh and I want to stand and run and yet...courage and desire keep me there, waiting, wishing, wanting. My thighs are trembling now with the tension as I kneel for you, muscles screaming in agony like my mouth soon will as the pain rides through me. I hate the cruel bite and yet I must have it because then comes the sweet tenderness of joy rushing into my soul as I am obedient to you.

I am sure that I hear a faint creak from the floor in front of me and I speculate again, wondering if you are standing there watching my small breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples rising and falling as I breathe or glancing down my flat stomach to the dark vee of my pubic hair and then I remember and my heart clenches and I gasp. Last time you told me to shave and I utter a little cry as I realise that I have failed you and I know now that this is why I have to wait so long.

The harsh kiss of the lash wrapping itself around my body breaks me free from my thoughts as I can suddenly only try and ride out the agony that suffuses my soul. I know that a fine line of raw pinkness will now decorate my buttocks and as the lash falls again and again, I realise that I will bear your loving marks for many days to come; a reminder every time that I sit down that I failed you. My body trembles and shivers as each stroke falls, skimming the soft surface of my skin and eliciting little gasps and moans of pain from my lips even though I try hard to remain silent and steadfast, a rebellious part of my soul not wanting to give you the pleasure of hearing my torment.

Time is now punctuated only by the sweet sound of the whip striking my skin and then the soft sobs and moans made by my mouth as I stare into the dark, wishing that I could see you and watch the enjoyment on your face as you use me. Last time I had begged to see you, tears rolling down my face and dripping down on to my bare breasts but you had remained adamant, just filling me with your thickness instead, using my wet mouth as your plaything, driving in and out until your salty sperm had sprayed deep and hard into me before wiping yourself clean on my tear-stained cheeks. Temptation rolls into me and I have to resist the urge to move my hands and slide down the blindfold as the final whip stroke kisses my arse and I wait once again.

I wonder if you will use my mouth or my quim this time and then I feel fingers pressing intimately against my anal pucker and my heart stops. I moan at the thought of you there, massive shaft widening me and stretching before sliding in and out and I shake violently as I try to stop my body moving up and away from you. Fear tears at my mind because this will be my first time and I hate even the thought of it. I want to beg you to use me elsewhere, to do anything but that and yet I have that dark worm of wanting deep in my mind; the need to be degraded and abased by you so that I can reach my full potential.

The world seems to still as you smooth in some ointment, slipping a finger into my fundament and making me gasp as I am opened a little. I imagine what it will be like with the huge girth of your cock in my anus and shivers spread through me. The salve begins to throb and burn and I itch there suddenly, raw heat spreading through me and I bite down hard to prevent myself crying out as my bottom hole feels like it is on fire. The heat rises through me, ravaging my nerve endings and tears fill my eyes as your fingers return, two then three easing into me and rubbing into the pain, sliding back and forth before they withdraw, leaving me gaping and ready.

Shivers subsume my skin as I wait for you and my mind goes dark and bleak, expecting raw agony as the first touch of your glans sends fear rushing inside me. I try to hold on to my courage as I feel your hard silkiness against my tight puckered opening, pushing relentlessly inward as my mouth opens in a silent scream. I feel my ring being stretched and then rolled round your thickness as you ease in further until I can feel your thighs against my buttocks and then you press down on my cramping legs and I cannot resist even though this impales me further and drives you into my very heart.

We fit together, your cock deep in my arsehole, your hands tight around me, playing with my soft breasts while I feel you fill me to the uttermost. You are thick and hard inside my tight tunnel which throbs around you as the ointment burns and part of me wants to be soothed by your cream even as I sob at the indignity of being sodomised by you. You pull my tender nipples upwards sharply and I rise to ease the pain and lift myself off your length a little before you release me and I drop back down. You repeat this many times, making me rise and fall for your pleasure while you stay still and rigid, erect and hard as iron in my anus.

I work harder for your pleasure, wanting to please you now and also to assuage the burning inside my bottom hole. I experience the exquisite agony of my ring rolling back and forth around your cock shaft, stretched and opened each time that I slide back down until my bottom cheeks rest on your muscled thighs. I raise myself further and feel your first shudder as I drop back down onto you, spearing myself on your immense length. Reason flees from me and I welcome the perverse mixture of pain and pleasure that builds in me as your fingers roam across my soft flesh then toy with my pubic hair pulling it sharply before they slide into my soaking wetness and I sob with shame at the unmistakable evidence of my enjoyment.

The seconds float by and then the minutes and then I feel my peak approaching; a waterfall of shudders cascading through my body and enveloping my mind just as your body stiffens and your sweet sperm slips up into my welcoming darkness, baptising my innards with creamy froth. I feel it spurting out into me and then the slow dribble of your sperm down as your cock withdraws leaving me bereft and lonely.

Silence apart from the soft catching of my breath as my heart beats heavy in my chest and then the first trickle of your cream drains out of me, running down my perineum and then over my quim entrance before it traces a snail path down my thighs. I wait to be told to move as it slips down further and rests on my calves and then I hear the loud closing of the door and I know you have vanished into the darkness from whence you came. Sad and yet elated at having passed another test of fortitude, I rise, smearing your love juice over my body with my fingers, tasting you in my mouth as I ready myself for bed and a night spent smelling of you but without you by my side.