3rd July was a sunny summer Sunday. The sunlight glinted off the deep blue lake outside our apartment, as I gazed at the seagulls, gliding and weaving between the boat masts and rigging, and occasionally swooping down to rest lazily on the pier that jutted out over the calm water.
"Are you going to get all your chores done quickly so we can have some fun today?" he purred in my ear, slipping his arms around my waist as I surveyed the tranquillity of the lake through the balcony doors.
I smiled, taking a sip of the coffee he'd made for me only a few minutes earlier.
"I'd like that."
"Good girl. Be ready for 1 o'clock. I'll give you some instructions."
I bit my lip and nodded, acknowledging with that small movement that I knew I was letting myself in for.
I spent the morning completing my usual, boring, adult chores. Washing. Exercise. Life admin. But 1 o'clock quickly came around.
Freshly showered, with my hair neatly braided into two French plaits, I slipped into my deep maroon lace underwear. Fastening my black, leather collar around my neck I felt my mind start to edge away from banal, everyday life and into submission. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours, and lay down on my bedroom floor, just as he'd requested. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my other senses. My exposed torso pressing into the fuzzy carpet below me. The gentle scent of coconut and vanilla from the body lotion I'd applied during my preparation. And, if I strained my ears as much as my concentration would allow, the faint echo of footsteps in the living room.
I focused on those footsteps. Imaging him walking through the apartment, finalising the last touches ahead of coming to fetch me. Perhaps getting himself a drink and mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do to me. I know it can sometimes be challenging for both of us. It takes a lot to physically hurt someone you care about, even when they want it.
The footsteps grew louder and my body tensed with anticipation. I knew we were about to begin.
The door opened slowly, brushing over the same light cream carpet that my face was pressed against.
"Hello little girl," he said calmly.
I didn't reply. I hadn't earnt the right to acknowledge him yet, and I knew I'd be chastised if I moved or even spoke without permission.
I felt something brush against my hair, then push down on the back of my head. At first I thought it was his hand, but as he pressed down further I realised it was his foot pressing my face into the floor.
"You look so good, little girl." I could feel his eyes surveying me. "I can't wait to use that gorgeous body of yours for my pleasure. You're going to do anything and everything for me today. Understand?"
I nodded, struggling against his foot still pressing me into the carpet.
"On your knees, against the wall," he commanded. I obliged, placing both hands against my bedroom wall. I stared at the deep ocean blue paint colour that I'd agonised over choosing when we first moved in. I was happy with my choice - the room felt dark, intimate, calming.
I felt a tug at my neck and realised he was attaching a leash to my collar. A blindfold soon followed, the black silk slipping over my eyes. One sense being removed always made the others heightened and helped my mind ease into 'subspace.' A place where I had no thoughts other than submission. Where my brain became quiet and a calm, meditative haze dulled any mundane everyday thoughts.
My body tensed. Cold leather pressed against my back. Hard and rectangular, I quickly identified it as a paddle. But normally he spanks me with it... Why am I just getting away with it being gently smoothed down my spine?
He stopped. I waited for the pain of it striking against my skin, but nothing came. Nothing until... My body shivered and retreated from the delicate, ticklish feather that came next. Across my shoulders and down my spine. I knew what he was doing now -- he was teasing me. He knows the anticipation makes me crave him and beg for his touch.
Next came the whip. Brushing slowly from my neck right down to my lace knickers. He stopped there, holding it against me, almost as if he was tempted to lash it across my exposed cheeks. Maybe he was, but he refrained.
Finally, the latest implement he'd chosen to subject me to. A black leather belt, with a metal buckle. And yes, he indulged my love of being left bruised and marked, so he often treated me to the buckle end when he spanked me with that. It hurt at the time, but the deep thud of the heavy metal hitting my skin satisfied my craving to be marked. I loved the reminder the following day -- catching sight of deep purple bruises when I was showering, bringing my mind back to the intensity of the previous day's session.
"Come with me," I heard him say, feeling my leash tighten and pull me towards the door. I crawled out of the bedroom and along the corridor. Tentatively following his footsteps, as I blindly made my way to the living room, onto the rug in the middle of the floor.
"Stop." He reached down for my hands and brought them up to an object in front of me. I explored it with my fingertips. It felt like a chair, but there was something distinctive about this one... Just below the seat, attached to each of the legs, were restraints. He was letting me feel what was coming next, letting the anticipation build again.
"That's enough. Back to the bedroom little whore."
He let me lead this time. Slowly, disorientated, I inched back along the corridor until I felt the floor change from hardwood to carpet, confirming that I was back in my original starting place. He crouched down behind me and I felt his fingers brush against my pussy through my underwear.
"Fuck, you're so wet already and I've not even touched you yet," he growled. I could hear in his voice that he was pleased.
"I bet you want me to fuck you, don't you little girl?" he continued.
I nodded, biting my lip. I'm almost embarrassed how wet I am already. So desperate.
"I will. I'm going to fuck every one of your holes before the end of today. But not yet. I want to abuse you first and make you earn my cock." I could tell he was smiling as he said it. "Come with me."
The leash tightened again and I followed obediently back to the living room, where he had me kneel on the chair, my chest against the back of the seat. He ran his hands over my ass and down to my pussy again. I knew it was soaking, I didn't need him to tell me. He pulled at my knickers and I felt the wetness spill down my inner thighs as he pulled them off.
The blindfold was pulled off my eyes roughly. I blinked, re-adjusting my eyes to the light.
"Look at this. So wet already." My panties were presented to me. I could see the thick, glossy juices covering them. He brought them closer, pressing them against my mouth and forcing me to taste myself.
"Good girl." He smoothed them over my tongue. "You taste good, don't you?"
"Yes daddy," I nodded, my mouth still full of the taste of my own wetness. Blindfold back on, I was plunged back into darkness.
He fastened restraints around my wrists and ankles, binding me to the chair. I pulled against them, testing how far I could move. Answer: not very. I was here for as long as he wanted now, completely in his control to do whatever he wanted to.
I guessed what was coming next, given the teasing he'd given me with various implements at the beginning of the session. The paddle coming down harshly on my ass confirmed what I was expecting, stinging my skin and causing me to cry out with pain. I was better prepared for the second strike, able to take the pain without flinching too much. Then a third... The lashes kept coming, growing with intensity. The full range of implements were used, giving me different sensations but equal amounts of pain with each. He knows my pain threshold well. Just when I can't take any more, he'll stop and I'll feel gentle kisses on my red, stinging skin and his strong hands rubbing the pain away, resetting me before we go again.
The mix between aggression and care pushed my mind deeper into that submissive headspace that I was craving. I was already most of the way there when I was tied to the chair... The teasing, blindfold, and being led around my apartment like a pet had all contributed their fair share. But the complete powerlessness of being restrained and beaten pushed me over the edge. I couldn't think of anything except the physical sensations. The pain from each smack. The dull ache of the chair back digging into my chest. The silky blindfold firmly pressing against my eyes.
"Are you ready for my cock, slut?"
I nodded. It wasn't a lie. I wasn't just ready for it - I was desperate for it. My pussy was aching to be touched.
"Let me use that pretty mouth."
I opened my mouth, obligingly, waiting for his hard cock to fill it. Something touched my tongue and pressed into my mouth. Cold. Soft rubber. Not what I was expecting. I felt the dildo push into my mouth and then slide back out.
"Good slut. Let's get your throat nice and warmed up." He pushed it into my mouth again, deeper this time. With each thrust, I felt it slide in a little more. I started salivating as I struggled to take it.
"That's it... Good girl..." he murmured encouragingly, as he forced it into my throat. I concentrated on relaxing, knowing that I'd please him if I could deepthroat it. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. Again and again. Cutting off my oxygen and making my eyes roll. I choked and he relented, pulling it out. Spit dribbled down my chin as he did so, but when I tried to move to wipe it away the restraints kept me bound. I felt humiliated. Abused.
The blindfold came off again. He crouched down until he was eye level with me. He looked at me affectionately and cleaned the spit from my mouth. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them. The corner of his mouth twitched.