Pleasure and Pain: First Bdsm Session

She knelt on her rug in the middle of her living room, knees together, back straight, and put her blindfold on. She thought about the door, just slightly ajar, and gulped as she did up the second handcuff, pinning her own hands behind her back. She took a deep breath against the tightness of her corset as she remembered the last text he sent:

I'm 5 mins away. Get into position for Sir now.

She waited.

Soon the door creaked and her breathing hitched. Was it him? She really hoped it was him. What if it wasn't him?!

The door closed and footsteps crossed the tiled floor of the entryway then muted on the softness of the rug. She was frozen in position.

'Good girl. Now breathe.'

It was him. She took a deep breath in relief. Just as she got to the end of the exhale a hand slapped her bare thigh and she squeaked.

'Knees apart girl.'

She struggled to move with her hands behind her. He took hold of the cuffs, lifting her ass off her feet and steadying her so she could move her knees apart.

'Good girl.'

Her stomach twisted at the phrase and the accompanying caress on her hair. She sank back down and steadied her breathing again.

She could hear him move over to the couch and put down a bag. The sound of a zip followed. Things were taken out of the bag. She could hear them being laid out on the leather couch.

He came back to her and stood in front of her. She waited. Was he inspecting her? Was she supposed to be doing something? Was she getting it wrong already?!

He lightly touched her shoulder with something and dragged it along her skin and down to her cleavage.

'I like this outfit you chose for me.'

She began to pant a little in anticipation.

'Say, thank you Sir.'

He hit the top of her breast with the implement and she gasped.

'Thank you Sir.'

A hand slid into her hair and gripped it close to the scalp, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She was openly panting now, mouth open, pussy moistening. He ran a finger over her lips and into her mouth. She automatically closed her lips and sucked on it. He purred in her ear...

'Good girl.'

He pulled his finger out and ran it over her chin and down her neck. He slid his hand around her neck and she leaned into it. He chuckled and pulled away. She whimpered a little at the loss of his touch.

He was back in a moment and she felt a solid thing go around her neck. A collar. Her heart luched. They had discussed this, as they had discussed everything. It was only for the session. No more than that. She felt its heaviness as he fastened it and she liked it more than she thought she would.

Now he grabbed the collar and pulled her up. She struggled with her hands still secured behind her back. He was firm and in control, but he made sure she was supported and wouldn't fall as she got up. She felt oddly safe with this man she'd only met twice.

He took her to her dining table, cleared off as requested, and he bent her at the waist until her face rested on the cold surface. He undid the cuffs and then her corset, expertly unhooking the many clasps. He ran his hot hands over her back and down to her ass, clad only in a g-string. She melted beneath his touch. Then he took it away.

'Stay still now girl. It's time to pay for all the times you forgot to call me Sir. I believe it was fifteen at last count.'

She trembled and gripped the edge of the table as he walked over to the couch and then back again. They had agreed upon a number of implements she was willing to try, but she did not know which one he would use now. What if it hurt too much? What if she couldn't take it? What if she disappointed him?

'Remember your colours girl, if you need them. And breathe.'

He stroked her ass again, then stood back and she felt the movement as he swung an arm back and forward, then the sting of something hitting her left cheek. She flinched a little but didn't move or make a sound. He swung again and it was harder, and in the same spot. It hurt, but she could take it. Again and harder. Again and harder. A little mewl escaped her lips.

He sighed, stepped in to caress the spot.

'You forgot to count. We discussed this. You need to count punishment strokes out loud.'

She felt like crying. She knew she would get something wrongI She had disappointed him. But she could make it up to him. She nodded.

'Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir.'

He swung and she counted.

'One. Two. Three. Four...'

At first, he hit the same spot. Just as it began to be unbearable and she gasped out the count, he stopped and stepped in, rubbing the spot gently.

'Deliciously red and warm. Good girl.'

Then he switched sides and started on her other cheek. She would swear he could read her mind. Just as it got unbearable he would change spots so she could keep going. She did not disappoint him.

'Fifteen.'

He put down whatever it was on the table and stroked the new hot stinging section of her ass. Then two hands caressed her from her hips down to the tops of her thighs. She sighed in relaxation and responded automatically as he placed his fingers on her inner thighs and pushed them apart.

A single finger followed the course of her g-string, down her ass, then up along her pussy. She was very aware of how wet the slim fabric must be. The finger slid back and he pulled her g-string down to her knees. The finger slid back in and the touch of his skin against her made her tremble and moan.

Slowly his finger slid back and forth on her dewy lips, making its way a little deeper on each pass. She squirmed and tried not to move. It was so difficult. She just wanted to tell him to fuck her, but he was in control and there was a penalty for disobedience. So she endured the delicious pleasure of his teasing.

Finally his finger rested on her clit and she couldn't help herself but squirm. A quick slap to her burning ass stopped her. The finger began to draw circles around and then over and then finally it was flicking and rubbing and moving and she was so close to cumming, moaning against her table top... And he pulled back with an evil chuckle.

'Not yet girl. No orgasms for you yet.'

So this was what it meant to play properly in the BDSM world. This was a man really in control of her body and senses and responses. She loved it and hated it. She wanted more.