My hands knead Her shoulders and neck releasing the tension there, eliciting content little noises. I work my way over Her back and buttocks, noticing the ghost of my hand and smiling at what is to come. She thinks I do this for Her pleasure only and true, Her physical and mental wellbeing are a priority but I get a certain enjoyment out of this that I cannot put into coherent thought. She has given me the gift of submission and it is a palpable, fragile thing that I nurture and repay Her for with each session we share. I repeat my instruction that She isn't to move, that today's binding is in Her mind and I begin.
The first blows are with my hands, measured and light, just enough to bring a tingle to the skin and settle her. She lays there unmoving as the crack of skin on skin increases slightly, now raising colour on her pale skin and leaving behind an intricate web of overlapping fingers. I stop and run my hand over ass and feel small welts rising from the last of the blows. Her arousal is obvious, her labia red and wet and swollen. Two fingers plunge into her until they can go no further and she shudders, its not an orgasm but that deeply satisfying feeling that comes with it. Her mind is no longer here with me, transported to the place she inhabits during these times, a state that's almost transcendent and meditational so I continue my work and do not disturb her. Normally the paddle would come next, a cute little thing with XOXO indented along it that I delight in transferring to her skin. But not today. I feel its heft as I pick up my flogger, the woven red and black leather handle giving in to a multitude of single strands, some of which I've knotted for the occasion. I drag the ends over her back making her wriggle as the gentle touch tickles after the earlier impacts. I slide my finger from her, leaving a wet trail between her thighs, she will need to focus here and I don't want to distract her. We have discussed this next step and I've waited excitedly so I slow my breathing finding the control I need.
It's not a single blow, it's not even two or three. Each measured blow lands with a satisfying slap, followed by an exhale from her. I increase the intensity, taking my cues from her quickening breath and the moans of pleasure, each blow slightly harder and no pause between. The knotted ends leave small round marks while the others, long bright red lines. I will not stop today until told and I revel in the sheer primal pleasure of the pain I inflict, calm calculated cathartic. I strike in a single spot, moving to another only when its clear pleasure is overridden, the pain near intolerable. I have no idea how much time has passed as the metronome pace continues but her stillness is breaking, I see the glimmer of a tear before she tilts her head to the side.
She is broken. A vicious overhand strike brings the first safeword to her lips and I stop, this isn't the end, this is her need for me to slow, to make this last longer while she gets a break. She begins to push up, grinding her wetness over my cock, inviting me into her and i'm powerless to resist. But that doesn't mean she gets it all her own way. I slide easily into her and push hard near the end of my length, drawing a gasp as pleasure of fulfilment is tempered by the pain of hitting her cervix. 'Ready young lady?' i ask and she responds, by moving forward and pushing back hard on my cock, gasping again and nearly over balancing me. She wants to play a game with me!!
