He took her hand, and led her to the bed. He told her to lay, face down, in the center of the bed. He bound her wrists to the top corners, and her ankles to the bottom corners. He looked into her eyes and kissed her softly. "Do you trust me?" He asked. She nodded, but said nothing. He blindfolded her, and gently caressed up and down her legs, stopping to give each cheek a firm squeeze. "You look so beautiful spread eagle like that. Just imagine all the things I could do to you right now." She felt just a tinge of fear, but she trusted him, and ultimately she knew he would never harm her.
She felt his hands leave her body, and heard him rummaging through a drawer. She wondered what to expect next, the anticipation raising her adrenaline level. Next she felt soft fabric running down her back. "What was that?" she wondered, but she did not ask. The cloth caressed her skin, down her back, and across her butt.
"Does that feel good to you, kitten?"
"Yes, it does."
He began to swing it harder against her skin, and she came to realize it was a flogger. "Today you will call Me Master. Today, you are My slave."
"Yes, Master," she responded.
He crisscrossed the tails across her back, each leaving a slight sting on the skin as it licked. She moaned in pleasure, trying to anticipate where the next strike would fall. She felt the licks come faster and faster, almost on top of each other, as he spun the flogger and ran it up and down the backs of her thighs.
"You do like that, don't you my little slut?"
He ran it across her ass cheeks, and up her back.
"Yes Master."
He leaned near her and kissed her cheek and said "You're doing fine, my pet."
His gentle words did so much to reassure her, and ease her fears. Making it possible for her to relax and enjoy. Then he gently tapped her pussy with the soft suede tails, causing her to quiver. Abruptly, he pulled the flogger away.
About a minute passed, in silence and darkness. She strained to hear or feel any clue as to what he might be doing. That minute felt like hours. Then she felt his hot breath against her cheek.
"Whose slut are you?" he asked.
"I am Your slut." she replied.
"Your slut what?"
"Your slut, Master," she corrected.
"That's better."
She could feel him straddle her. Suddenly, he grabbed her hips, and in one motion, he lifted her ass and buried his cock deep inside her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as he ground against her.
"Yes," he said, "My pussy is so wet for her Master isn't it?"