"What's your deepest, darkest fantasy?"
I turned my head towards Him and blushed. There was one thing I enjoyed but I had never told Him. I had always felt that it was a secret best kept hidden. I squirmed and turned away from Him as I was picturing my kink in my mind. He seemed to enjoy seeing me so uncomfortable and persisted with His question.
"Princess...Tell. Me."
His tone told me that I couldn't evade His questioning any longer and I stuttered as I replied.
"Ummm, well, I kind of, sort of enjoy feeling, ummmm stretched."
There. I had said it and there was no going back. My dirty little secret was exposed for Him to see. I could only hope He wouldn't have a change of heart about our new found relationship. Looking back, I smile to myself as I realize how unfounded my worries were.
"Stretched, you say? I think I could make your fantasy a reality for you" He said as He got up off the bed and went to the closet where all the toys were kept. I was still somewhat of a novice when it came to all things kink. All I knew then was that I felt a very real need to submit. It wasn't something I could explain back then, but I craved giving myself up entirely to something greater than I. I needed to relinquish all control and I loved pain more than anything. Before I found Him all I could think about was what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of a crop or whip or paddle. How exquisite the sharp sting would feel on my backside and I wondered how far I could be pushed before I broke.
These were things I would learn about in time. His time. With an uncanny ability to peer into my mind, He knew what I needed and when I needed it. This insight is what made it so easy for me to trust Him, quite literally, with my life.
He came back to where I sat on His bed with a small spreader bar with a chain attached to it and a bottle of lube. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked what He had planned. He smiled His gorgeous smile and told me that He could tell me, but He'd rather show me.
Eager to obey, I hopped out of bed with enthusiasm and made my way to the centre of the room. Above my head was a hook that He attached the spreader bar to. He turned me around so that my hands were behind me and He strapped my wrists into the spreader bar. How I loved the feeling of helplessness! Knowing that I was completely at His mercy made me so hot and so wet.
He shortened the chain so that my arms were almost straight out behind me. I had never been bound quite like that before, but I knew right away that I loved it. It would be a challenge to be able to maintain that position and I devoured the opportunity to show off my endurance. I laugh now at my naivete, and I cringe when I think of how clueless I must have seemed, but He assures me it was an adorable cluelessness.
Within minutes the ache in my arms set in. My shoulders felt like they were on fire after ten minutes but I suffered in relative silence. I was determined that I would remain quiet and not beg for mercy. Truth be told, I didn't want any. Although I was in restraints facing a man holding a bottle of lube, I felt like I was home. This was exactly where I wanted to be.