The scene was going as planned. It had been a long week for both my Master and I, so we decided some rope bondage and impact play was in order. Eric, my dominant, had already bound me tightly in our makeshift play room. We had specifically chosen our apartment for this windowless third bedroom that served as the prior occupant's home office. We knew it would serve other purposes just as well. Currently it was filled with various freestanding devices and a number of toys hanging from a pegboard on the wall. We kept it locked most of the time, just in case a wandering guest was to happen upon our makeshift dungeon.
I was kneeling on a small pillow, as we had foregone the more serious contraptions that night. Eric had instead painstakingly bound my arms behind my back. The rope crisscrossed around my torso, highlighting my breasts in a way that I knew Eric found to be pleasing. Having already used a flogger on my chest extensively, they glowed with a warm, red hue.
"Sir, please continue," I spoke breathily. Eric stood before me wearing only a pair of dark jeans. He brushed his long brown hair out of his face before crouching down in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to touch him, but in my current predicament I could only lean forward. Eric must have sensed my desperation for closeness, because he chuckled before leaning away from me slightly.
"Now Jess, don't be greedy. You have had plenty for now."
He reached up and stroked my lips with his thumb. Almost instinctively I began to suck on it. The warmth between my legs was growing with each passing second. He pulled away just as I let out a soft moan.
"And aren't we forgetting something?"
I looked at him quizzically. His stern, blue eyes squinted, waiting for an answer. He was so attractive crouched in front of me at eye level that I lost my focus on the question at hand.
That is, until he grabbed my long hair and snatched my head back quickly. I cried out loudly at the unexpected assault.
"You know you are not to speak unless spoken to first", he growled in my ear. "Respond if you understand."
"Yes Sir. I apologize for my forgetfulness."
"Good. Do not forget that. Now, where were we?"
After having by breasts beaten and then being reprimanded so harshly, I began to slip into a state of clouded euphoria. I didn't notice Eric had gone to the wall of instruments until I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. My eyes snapped open as I yelped. He placed the second clip on me. A low hiss escaped my lips. Eric stepped back to admire his work. Just my visual submission was enough to arouse him, which I could now see clearly. The denim outline of his stiffening cock had become quite evident.
"Are you mine?" Eric whispered as he unzipped his pants. I knew what was to come next; a favorite part of many of our scenes. I shook my head obediently.
Eric stepped out of his clothing, walking closer to me. He slowly stroked his rock hard erection just inches from my face. I opened my mouth and looked up at him with begging eyes.
"Not tonight, Jess. Tonight you only get to be a good girl and watch." He continued to stroke himself as I squirmed in front of him. I longed so deeply to take him into my mouth; to please him; to submit. I held back whimpers. Eric knew I craved his physical touch. He was purposefully denying me, heightening my submissive feelings for him.
Eric pumped faster and let out a deep groan. "You're so beautiful", he grunted. I knew he was close. Still kneeling, arms bound behind me, I smiled widely as cum began to shoot onto my face and mouth. My tongue chased every drop it could reach, but some still ran down my cheeks.
Breathing heavily, Eric put one hand on the closest wall and turned to retrieve his underwear. The act only served to increase my need for physical intimacy. Whether from sheer bliss or uncontrolled desire, in that moment I forgot my station. I needed to feel him.
"Master, please kiss me."
Forgetting my transgression from earlier, I was surprised when Eric turned slowly, his eyes glaring at me. In an instant his palm raised and he slapped me across the face. I screamed in shock. Just as quickly as my euphoria had washed over me, it disappeared. It felt as if I had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
Face slapping was almost nonexistent in our play; always discussed beforehand and never more than a light, attention-grabbing smack. Eric punishing me so harshly and with such a violating move had triggered something deep inside of me. My chin began to quiver, but he did not see. The exchange had only lasted for a moment before he turned again.
"Tsk tsk, Jess. We already discussed this once tonight. I didn't think you'd have the nerve to break the rules again."
My head was hanging low and my shoulders shook. Through my hot tears, I saw his feet turn towards me.
"Jess?"
As hard as I tried to hold it in, a sob escaped from me.
