Opposite Carnal Thoughts

It is the second time that I have waited for you like this...on my knees, head bowed, unclothed and vulnerable. That does not make it easier however as my mind thinks back to the pain, the uncertainty, the worry and yet transcending that is the pleasure of being with you and learning obedience to your whims even when they come at my expense.

I hear the car door and my heart flutters while sweat forms on my brow as the front door opens and I hear your footsteps ascending the stairs. Part of me wants to cry out that it is all a mistake and that I did not mean to invite you but I force that lie down and wait, trembling already with a strange mixture of desire and fear. Your voice stresses that you are disappointed in me and I quail, hating to let you down by being in the wrong position. I vow silently to do better next time as you go to prepare yourself after your long drive and I stare down at the carpet and wait again, feeling miserable at my ineptitude.

You return to call me into the bathroom and I crawl after you, daring to peep up at your bare legs and the black panties which are just visible under the edge of an almost see through basque. It is a vision of heaven and I lick my lips as I slide into the bath and face upwards, suddenly realising with a burning sense of shame that you are going to use me immediately. You straddle the sides of the bath, pretty feet gripping the white edges, curvaceous buttocks looming above and then your fingers pull the gusset of your knickers to one side and I have a momentary glimpse of ecstasy before a golden shower descends on me. It cascades across my chest and then over my face and I try not to swallow any though a tiny worm inside my mind wants to. Surprisingly it smells almost sweet and you remark on the benefits of a good diet as you spray me with your offering and a little bit drips into my mouth and I find the taste not unpleasant. Your flow eases and I risk another look up and see the silver piercing through your labia and I want so much to examine it closely and I wonder how much it hurt...questions that I do not dare to ask.

You leave me with strict instructions to shower quickly and then crawl back to you and I hurry to obey, feeling humiliated yet liberated by what you have just done to me. I can still taste the urine in my mouth and throat as I crawl in and kneel before you, head bowed and body trembling once again. I become your footstool and I think of that verse from the Bible where King David has a young virgin to act as his footstool and I smile at the incongruity as I feel your lovely feet on my back as you carefully paint your toenails to match your hair.

I shiver more afterwards as you decide to use the pegs. A cord wraps round my balls and ties my cock tightly up and my hardness strains against the tether while you blindfold me with a pillow case...a simple but so effective method of heightening my senses and my fear. To see is to know but to be blind is to wonder and that is all I can do as one by one, pegs are clipped onto my swollen sac and pain shoots deep into my soul. I think there are about eight but I cannot be sure but then two are clipped on to my nipples and the tiny buds swell instantly and painfully into hardness. You twist them from side to side and the pain is like a living thing dancing in me and for some strange reason the right nipple seems to be much more tender than the left. I try and work the reason for that out as a way of combating the agony as your fingers slip down and tease the ones attached to my balls before you run a brush down my body and I squirm with the sensuousness of it as my sweet torment continues.

Several minutes fly by before I am released and then I have my chance to serve you once again, oiling your bare and beautiful feet with lotion and working it into your delicate skin. I can see up your legs as I work because you lie back comfortably on the bed and the view is delicious though tempting as I so want to move my hands up and stroke up your calves and then further to your tender thighs. Minutes float away as I massage your feet and then I use my tongue and mouth, kissing up and down the soft surface before I take your toes into my mouth and suck them gently.

I appreciate your comment that I have done reasonably well and pleased you and I swallow hard as I am bestowed the honour of clothing your feet and legs with your fishnet stockings. I am all fingers and thumbs but somehow I work the black stocking up your leg and I am even allowed to touch your thigh and the heat beckons me. Oh to kiss you there but I am not deemed worthy of that although I am allowed to fasten your stockings at the back and my fingers graze across the so soft surface of your bottom and my cock bulges in the restraints.

To my secret delight you inform me sternly that you are going to spank me next and I listen to your sweet voice with joy at the thought. I know it will hurt but to be over your knee and feel your hands upon my skin is bliss and I willingly crawl round the bed and then slide over your lap. I place my hands upon my head as instructed and then wait while your palm glides over my bottom cheeks, probing and prodding, squeezing and stroking as you talk softly about how easily my skin marks. Finally the first smack comes and it is pure pleasure to feel the slight sting. More follow and though they are hard and hurt, I can bear the pain because it is my mistress' wish to punish me there. I lose count of the number of spanks as you remark on the beauty of the colour that my bottom now is and then you use a ruler for variety, whipping it down hard on my cheeks and thighs and making me jump a little with the fresh pain that slides into my senses.

I have truly loved being spanked by you and I so wish that you could carry on for ever, gradually making my bottom cheeks hotter and hotter but then you spit into the crack of my arse and I feel your finger worm its way down and tease my tight ring. You squeeze my cheeks with your hands and remark on how open and vulnerable I am and I know it full well and a deep shame fills my mind as an anal plug presses into me there and opens me up. It slides in and I blink back tears of humiliation as I wonder what my mistress thinks of me as I lie there being violated for her pleasure...and mine. It vibrates suddenly inside me and I tremble in time with it as you remark on what a dirty and easy little slut I am. I can only agree with you, burrowing my head into the bedcovers as I try to hide my humiliation.

After several minutes, I slide off your lovely lap and go into the corner where I kneel and keep the plug in my bottom with my heel pressing firmly against it. You tie my hands behind me and blindfold me once again before you leave, explaining calmly that you are off to have something to eat. I wait in the dark, ears straining to hear you and with no idea of how much time is passing. Your return takes me by surprise and then I am crawling back to you like your obedient servant and I stay on my hands and knees for you as you use me as your table to eat off. The plate burns into my back and I wince and then I hear you eating above me. Next I have the blindfold removed and my hands freed and the plate is set on the floor in front of me and I am told to clean it with my tongue. I hate this; my senses smell the food and I know that I don't like it but I force myself, knowing that I must prove my worth to you and so I lick it clean and the burning taste of the fennel sticks in my throat and makes me retch.

Clingfilm spins round me when I am allowed to stand and I am wrapped up securely in a cocoon of clear plastic from my shoulders down to my thighs. Even my cock is squashed tightly against my body as you pull the clingy wrap hard around me before you push me back onto the bed. I can only lie there and stare up at the ceiling but then that option is denied me as you wrap the blindfold round me and once again my vision is obscured and I can only imagine the darkness to come by staring into the darkness above me. You pierce holes above my nipples and I wonder what for and then I hear the match striking and fear flutters with every beat of my heart as I remember the candles that you had ordered me to provide. You straddle my chest and I can feel the heat of your soft thighs through the clear film and it delights me even though trepidation remains as I know the flame of the candle is burning above me. A sweet shard of absolute agony rolls into my soul as the wax falls on my nipple and I buck upwards but the clingfilm and your weight restrains me totally and I can do nothing but wait for the next fiery flicker of pain. It arrives a moment later and then more wax falls on my other nipple and I moan in fear and pain and helplessness then sigh with relief as I hear the flame being extinguished by your breath.

You shift position and I have sorrow in my heart as I so enjoyed the feeling of your body warmth on mine. Then you return but this time you are facing my cock and you bottom is just by my chin and I wish that I could see the glorious sight of your pert cheeks in front of me. Your fingernails tear through the clingfilm and my cock is freed and I love the feeling as cold air slides all over it followed by your fingers as you reward me for my bravery in coping with the wax. Then comes the unmistakable sound of another match and I shudder as you explain what is going to happen. I want to scream at you to stop but I must obey even though I am afraid of the pain and then you go on and explain that one day you will coat my whole cock with wax, make it fat with white wax and I wonder then if it will be worthy of your use? The agony cuts into my thoughts and I strain against the restraining clingfilm hopelessly as two more drops follow before I am granted mercy. You whisper to me that it does not hurt that much and I wonder how you know...have you been subjected to the terror of feeling the burning on your skin? Has somebody done this to you or have you done it to yourself to test out your limits? I want to ask but dare not.

I roll myself over and you tear open the wrap on my bottom and I again feel the delights of cool air spilling over my cheeks and I fear wax there but there is a greater indignity as you use an anal dildo on me, sliding it in and out and making me feel so shameful and abandoned as it slips into my tight tube. You laugh at my expression when you remove the blindfold because I am trying to deny my delight in being used and abused in such a way. I like it and yet I want to repudiate that thought because it demeans me as a man...but how can I help what I feel? A carrot comes next, long and fat and it slides into me, cool and hard and you press it further and further in before you seal the clingfilm back up and tell me to wriggle around. I do, feeling the carrot shift slightly with each movement and you congratulate me on being such an easy slut and I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment as the truth hurts! You spread your thighs wide in front of me and press a banana against your lovely labia through the darkness of your panties and I suck it in as you slide it in and out of my mouth while you tell me how next time you will use a strap-on in both of my holes. Fear and desire fill me like the banana and the carrot at the thought and I know that I am lost in your world of lust. I want then to be spanked or paddled or slippered. I wonder what it would feel like through the clingfilm but instead I am released and the carrot plucked from my abused anal ring and then I am ordered to accompany you back to the bathroom once again.

My every sense is heightened as you straddle me once again and I praise the beauty of your buttocks and thighs as they loom above me and then comes your golden essence again, pouring out of you and spattering all over my worthless body, coating my hair and sliding over my face while you spit on me and I thank you for your kindness. I follow your orders and scoop up some of the mixture and lick my fingers clean, tasting your heavenly delights. I lie there in your urine and spit as you step down and then your hand strokes my cock and heaven is mine as your touch transcends my world into beauty. I beg for release and you are kind enough to grant it and I add my white pearls of semen to the golden mixture on my body. Your hand smoothly milks me dry, draining my sperm out of my shaft expertly and squeezing my cock hard as pain mixes deservedly with pleasure and then I obediently clean myself up again in the shower as you walk out and shut the door behind you.

A few minutes later and I know real pain as you leave...I fear your return yet I hunger for it. Can you understand that? I think you do...which is why you are my mistress! I wonder if thoughts of your afternoon with me flicker through your head as you drive away...I hope so even though the memories for me are so shaming!