Slave Layla waited for me on her hands and knees, poised expectantly on the floor in her tight black skirt, black bra and suspenders with the sort of stockings that I really loved. She is a naturally sensual woman, with long hair and the sort of smile that provokes both the best and worst impulses in me.
This was my second visit, the first one where I had taken my first few tentative steps as a Master was extraordinary and was something that would forever remain etched in my memory. There's something about whipping a woman who is writhing in pain/pleasure while she is chained to the wall that is something you never forget.
I had just had a shower so I felt clean and refreshed from the drama of my mundane job. I was dressed in the gear that had over the years developed a fetish association for me. I had my Taipan boots on, rugged boots used by law enforcement, with sixteen eyelets and a side zip that I had polished to a mirror finish. I was also wearing a towel wrapped tightly around my waist with a t-shirt that I'd just purchased which had an x-ray image of a loaded 9 millimetre handgun, something that reflected my mood - loaded and ready to go.
I pulled over the stark metal chair and placed a towel over my knees and told Layla to come over to me. She moved across and I told her to put her her head down across my lap. I caressed her neck, shoulders and back. She was very tense, I could feel the tension radiating from a place just underneath her right shoulder blade. Using my thumbs I massaged the tension out of her shoulders and she slowly relaxed, soft and pliant under my hands.
I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and shoulders in silence for several minutes and for each minute that passed, I could feel her tension drain out of her and my own sexual tension mount, held in check by my iron will. This is no cliché, domination for me involves controlling my own urges and experiences as much as the slave's. This creates an incredible tension which is both creative and sexual. I have found this to be a state of being that I really come alive.
In my vanilla world, this has involved leaving women panting, on the edge of orgasm, begging me to fuck them after their third or fourth orgasm and despite my rock hard cock and screaming desire, I have said "No" and watched them come again with my cock in their mouth. All of their concerns and inhibitions gone, just coming with their lips and tongue around my throbbing cock and their eyes looking at me as they are lost in the pulsing throes of orgasm.
It's only then that I fuck them, fuck them hard and fast while they scream in ecstatic fulfilment with their legs wrapped around my ass and their fingernails drawing blood from my back.
I was thinking of this as I held Layla's head in my hands and caressed the beautiful skin along her neck. I said "I want you to know that I remember your protocols, that there is to be no penetration or oral and that I respect your professionalism". Layla said "Thank you Master". I told her that during this session I would be working on her ass, paying special attention to it and making sure that it received the right punishment for her behaviour. I asked her if she brought her vibrator and she said "Yes Master" and I told her that I would be leaving that to her to use as I would be busy with other things, but only if she did well.. She smiled and said "Yes Master" with a bit of a wriggle in her hips.
I told her to stand up and told her to bring me the wrist shackles, the flogger and something that hits harder than a flogger as I worked my way up towards giving her a real workout. She brought over the items and I put the shackles around her wrists, then I picked up the flogger and had a close look at it. It was done very nicely with a red leather handle and I looked at the new implement. This was shaped like a ping pong paddle but it was black leather on one side and a black fur covering on the other. I told Layla to explain to me why this was the case and she told me that it was to punish on one side and the furry side was to provide pleasure due to the furry texture feeling nice on the skin.
I brought her over to a suspended shackling point in the middle of the dungeon. This was excellent as it consisted of a piece of heavy wood with two caribiners to hook the wrist shackles into. This wood was in turn suspended from a pulley from the ceiling. I tied her there and took a few steps away to consider the visual aesthetic of the situation. Layla's skin glowed with an inner fire and the tight black sheath skirt and bra ensemble that she wore complimented her figure.
Once I had finished tying her I told her that I would begin with the flogger and I stuck the leather clad bench, creating a very loud noise of leather hitting leather. This made Layla squeal in a very feminine fashion, jumping up about half a foot in her restraints. I started flogging her along her ass, lightly along her thighs, reaching around to cup her left breast through the black fabric of her bra. This felt extremely sensual. Layla responded with a low moan as I came up behind her and cupped both her breasts as I pressed up behind her, heeling their hot heavy weight in my hands.
I reached up into her thick mane of hair and grasped at the roots of her hair, pulling it into a tight pony tail and pulling on her hair, forcing her to arc her back, forcing her neck backwards so I could run my tongue over her ear and down along her neck. Layla moaned, she had not been expecting this and I could feel her body reacting like the finely tuned instrument that it was. I felt like a formula one racing driver taking his car through the first corner, this was fun and I felt completely alive.
