She lay on the cold, metal table, vulnerable, naked. Her eyes were closed as she took deep breaths, trying to relax. She couldn't tell if the shivers she was fighting off were from anticipation or the chilling air against her nude flesh. Her eyes snapped open as she heard the door open, but it did not matter, all she saw was the blackness caused by the blindfold that covered her eyes.
His low, guttural chucker made her flinch. She could feel his eyes running up and down the exposed length of her body. "Hello little one." He said, his footsteps nearing the table. She felt herself tense, although she tried to remain calm. "Do not be afraid, remember, you agreed to this."
This was not a lie. She knew that, to become his sub, and to enter into a sexual relationship with him, she must undergo his initiation. Naked, blindfolded, laid out for him to do as he wished. However, she did not know what to expect. There were, of course, safe words, but she even doubted her ability to use those. Her requirements were simple, remain still, remain quiet, and do as he asked.
He was by her head now, she could tell by his footsteps. She could almost feel the heat of his body. His fingertips grazed her forehead, lightly drawing their way down to her chin and then up to her lips, running across her soft smile from left to right. She became calm, trusting his touch, and somewhat excited. He stepped to her side and ran his fingers down her throat, between her round breasts, and down to her belly button.
She understood better now, he was teasing her. Her breath quickened in anticipation. He placed his other hand on her stomach and split his hands, going down to her hips and down to her toes. He lifted his hands. "You are very beautiful, little one." He said giving her a sense of reassurance. "Thank you, Sir." She said softly before feeling the harsh sting of his hand slapping her inner thigh. "Silence." He ordered sharply. She felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement.
His hands firmly grasped her breasts, causing her to gasp. He let this involuntary sound be excused as his grabbed and groped her full, round breasts, moaning softly to himself. Her nipples hardened under his warm hands, her mind going wild with possibilities. He fanned his fingers out, catching the tips of her nipples against the pads of his fingers. His right hand began pinching and pulling her right nipple, rough, bordering the line of pain as his left hand lightly and erotically caressed her left nipple. The mixture of feelings drove her mad, fighting to keep herself quiet, involuntarily arching her back.
"You like that you little slut?" He said, his voice hitting a carnal, animalistic growl. His left hand began pinching and pulling as well. She had never experienced pleasure from this kind of pain before. She felt herself become increasingly aroused, knowing that if he looked between her thighs, he would see a sweet sticky mess of her juices, and she wasn't sure how he would react to that.
