Everything was laid out exactly to his specifications. Candles burning on the bedside tables, curtains pulled closed. I was showered and shaved and lotioned to within an inch of my life. I was awaiting Him anxiously, I could practically hear the seconds ticking by on the hall clock. Here I was kneeling in the foyer, naked, my collar and cuffs laid out on the floor in front of me. He likes to put them on me himself, it cements his ownership of me.
Finally, after what feels like aeons, I hear the deadbolt turning. My heart rate picks up as I hear his footsteps on the hardwood. He doesn't say anything at first, just walks around me, stroking my hair as he goes. He leans down on his haunches and picks up my collar.
"Lift your hair." He says it commandingly and I immediately comply. He fastens the collar around my neck, my breath catches as I hear the lock snick. He notices and just smiles. Next comes the wrist cuffs, followed by the ankle cuffs. He checks to make sure they're snug but not cutting off my circulation.
"Come," he says. I follow him down the hall to the bedroom.
"Stand here," he points to the floor where he's had eyebolts installed. They can be pushed down into the floor and covered so that someone (mainly me) doesn't trip on them. There are matching ones in the ceiling.
I stand where he indicated and he walks over to the bedside table. I hear a rattle and know that he's getting the chains out of the drawer. He walks over to me leisurely and runs his hand down my arm to my wrist. He attaches one end of the chain to my cuff and the other end to the ceiling so that my arm is pulled taut. He repeats the process on my other side. He does my feet in the same manner so that I am now immobile, strung up just the way he likes me.
He slowly runs his hands up my legs, over my hips, across my breasts, until he reaches my throat and clasps it in one hand.
"Are you ready?" he asks me.
My only reply, "Yes, Sir."
He kisses me lightly and pulls away. I reach for his lips with mine, wanting more, but he doesn't oblige. He smiles wickedly, knowing what he's doing to me. He lets go of my throat and walks around behind me. He starts by running the tips of his fingers up and down my back. He knows how ticklish I am and laughs softly as I writhe. He does this for a couple of minutes so that my flesh becomes sensitive.
He moves away for a moment and I can hear him rummaging around behind me. I know he's going through the chest of drawers he keeps his toys in. He's in no hurry, he knows the anticipation is just about killing me. He comes back up behind me, I can feel his heat against my back. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back roughly.
"Were you a good girl today?"
"Yes, Sir," I reply.
"Hm, we'll see." He lets go of my hair and trails kisses down my spine while at the same time running his hands down my sides. He reaches the base of my spine with his mouth. He gives it one last kiss and then trails his tongue down the crack of my ass. I feel one of his hands reach under me and between my legs, followed by his fingers on my pussy lips. I catch my breath, hoping there is more to follow. He slides one finger deep, feeling around until he finds the Ben Wa balls. He's made me wear them all day.
"Mmm," he hums softly, clearly pleased. He pulls out first one and then the other. He comes around to my front and tells me to open my mouth. He puts both into my mouth and demands that I lick them clean and spit them back out into his hand. I comply of course.
"Good girl," he tells me. I love hearing the approval in his voice. He kisses me hungrily, making me pant for more. He grabs my jaw, holding my face so that I can't follow him as he pulls away. I whimper softly and he gives me a look, then moves around behind me. He grabs my hair again and starts to rub my ass cheeks. 'Smack!' his palm lands against my ass followed immediately by him rubbing it. 'Smack!' on the other ass cheek. Again he rubs it. He loves to feel the warmth my skin infuses with. He continues spanking me for some time, until I can feel the burning warmth all the way to my pussy.
He stops and I hear him pick something up. Then the rough, heavy feel of the leather strands of the flogger. He rubs it up and down my back, just so I can revel in the sensation of the leather against my skin. He then starts flicking it lightly against the skin of my back. Rapid, light strokes to get my skin used to the feel.
Gradually he starts hitting harder. I feel the thump and sting of the leather. Over and over the leather hits my skin until I gasp with every strike. I know my skin must be red and stripey by now. I'm not sure how long we've been at it but it feels like forever. In reality it couldn't have been very long at all. I'm starting to feel hazy and glowy but I'm not quite there. He knows, he always knows where I'm at.
Suddenly it stops and I hear him drop the flogger. He comes around in front of me and just stares at me for a moment. He lifts his hands and rubs them up my arms making sure my circulation is still good. He checks my wrists and then drags his hands back down my arms, over my shoulders and to my breasts. He plucks at my nipples and I moan softly. He continues to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples until I am arching into his touch.
"Look at me," he demands. My eyes meet his and he lowers his head slowly so that I can anticipate his touch. His mouth engulfs my nipple and he sucks hard. I cry out, it feels so fucking good.
He alternates between my breasts, sucking and using his teeth until my nipples are rock hard. I see him take something from his pocket but can't make out what it is as his fist is closed around it. His mouth is still pulling at my nipples and I couldn't concentrate on anything else. His mouth lifts from my breast and suddenly I feel a sharp pain. I cry out and look down, seeing the clamp he's placed on my nipple. It hurts so fucking much.
"Shh, just breathe through it." I listen to the sound of his voice and breathe in and out. The pain lessens until its a dull throb.
"I'm going to do the next one now. Breathe in."
I breathe in and he clamps my other nipple. I breathe out roughly and concentrate on that until the pain turns to a dull throb matching the other one.
