I had been putting the finishing touches on the âprojectâ for the last week or two and I had tested all the systems. I felt the time had come for me to put it and you through its paces. I knew you had a three day weekend, I knew you had no plans. It was time and I grinned to myself thinking âbeware what you ask forâŠâ
I entered the kitchen where you were sitting doing a puzzle on the table. You looked up at me and smiled. How I love your smile. It is dazzling on an already wonderful body. Five feet tall, slender and sexy with pert stand on their own tits, a perfectly formed bottom and a to die for âinnocentâ looking shaved pussy made for a sight worth beholding. To think this knockout was my submissive was almost to much, but I stared straight into your eyes, smiled back and said. â Butterfly, go strip, wash and report back here in 20 minutes. I want you naked and collared.â
You bowed your head respectfully and replied âYes Master.â and hurried off to complete your tasks.
We both enjoyed these days. Calling you Butterfly was my way of saying I was in the mood to play. You never knew what I had in store for you, and I laughingly wondered to myself if you were more curious this time since I had been spending so much time in the playroom. I dismissed the thought and went to the fridge for a cold Mountain Dew.
I knew that you had always fantasized about being used without limits, taken and abused, sensory overload. I also knew I was the type that wanted you all to myself. You were in for quite the surprise.
You returned early and knelt before me. You smelled faintly of roses and you were wearing my favorite collar. I ordered you to unzip me and you hurriedly did so. Knowing what I wanted, you did not need to wait and soon my shaft was hardening in you mouth. Your lips and tongue we providing wonderful suction and the moaning added to the stimulation. I knew if I let you, you would suck me dry in no time.
I detached myself from you unwillingly and ordered you to put your long brown hair up. You glanced up at me with you green eyes questioningly and I quietly reminded you to do as you were told. You nodded and returned when your hair was ready.
I lead you down into the basement and to the bookshelves. I selected a hard bound edition of âDifferent Lovingâ and gave it a pull. Silently a latch released and the bookshelf opened inward revealing a play space half the size of our basement. Here was our sanctuary. I watched your eyes as you scanned the room and you opened your mouth to ask âwhatâ, but I cut you off and said for you to be silent.
I lead you over to the whipping bench and secure you. I turn and close the secret door and select a riding crop from the hook on the back of the bookshelves. I run the whip up and down your back, up and down your thighs and between your legs. The tip of the whip comes back wet. I laugh.
I take a few moments and warm your ass with the crop, having you count our loud for me. After twenty strokes and twenty thin red lines appear, I stop.
âTonight.â I begin âwe will test your endurance. This is my new toy. I built it for you. It is quite complicated, but that is not your concern.â