The location was the same. The preliminaries were over.
He stood before her, naked, in collar and cuffs, legs apart. She walked slowly around him, pinching here and slapping lightly there, drinking in his submission and slipping on control, like a favourite shirt or jacket. Now she was ready.
He shivered slightly, though he was not cold. She noticed goose bumps on his arms and thighs.
Mood was everything. Set the tone. Firm but cruel. Benevolent but fierce. Redemption through pain. Spiritual release through sadism. Two beings working as one in tandem, striving for a unique experience.
She stood behind him and raked her nails down his back. One hand continued and a finger slipped between his buttocks. She tapped his anus and scratched below. Her hand gripped his balls and squeezed.
He uttered a questioning grunt.
"It's alright, you are mine now."
She released him and moved around again, coming to rest before the throne, looking at his face.
She stood, poised and confident. Her boots were part of her. Her clothes were light and superfluous. Soon she would dispense with them.
"Kneel."
She stood above him, looking down.
His head was bowed.
They had discussed the next stage. She knew more of his desires and fears. She knew where to push him and what turned him on. She knew what intrigued him and she knew what she was going to do.
"Look at me."
He lifted his head and gazed at her face. Her eyes twinkled. There was the hint of a smile.
The slap came without warning. It stung his cheek and brought tears to his eyes. It had almost knocked him off his knees.
He recovered his balance. He started to lift a hand to his face.
"Keep still and put your hands behind your back."
He did so, a shiver stirred his loins.
"Look up at me again."
This time he was prepared as she slapped his other cheek. There was a symmetry to her sadism; balance to her kink.
"Good boy."
She pressed herself against him. She stood above and held him. Her hands pressed his head to her stomach. She stroked the back of his head and the pain began to fade.
"Kiss my boots. Both boots. They are a part of me."
He did so.
"Present yourself to me."
He assumed the submissive position on hands and knees, spine bowed and arse in the air.
A gloved and lubed finger entered him and was twisted around, followed by a second, then a third. She kept them inside him and smacked both his cheeks with her other hand.
He moaned slightly.
"You like it? I will do it again."
More smacks rang out, then the fingers were removed, there was a pause and a plug touched him and began to slide in.
He relaxed as the widest point approached. She applied firm pressure and stroked his back.
"Good, I know you can take it. Let me fill you up and you will be ready."
It was a struggle but he accepted it all. He felt the reassuring presence of the base against his skin. There was a feeling of fullness as the plug kept him receptive and open. She smacked it and the thud vibrated inside him.
"Now crawl to the bed."
He moved awkwardly towards the bed and climbed on. He was remembering his first time there. There was comfort in its familiarity. He was in her hands again.
He lay down as before and his wrists were restrained.
The flogging started and he began to fade away. She continued and moved on to a stingier and harder implement. She was warming him up and taking him as far as he could go.
They had agreed that this time he would use his safeword because she was going to increase the sensation incrementally until he could take no more.
His groaning became louder and his teeth were gritted. There was trust and pain. There was warmth and passion. There was power and there was submission.
There was self and there was nothing anymore. His eyes were closed.
She pressed on, sweating and glowing from the exertion, looking incongruous in boots and knickers, her damp torso shining in the dim light, her dress discarded, her lean athletic body demonstrating the power of a wild animal.
His body was hers to test and use. It was reddening and warming. His flesh was satisfying to pinch and squeeze. His obedience was given willingly out of respect for her skill. His trust was total.
She was enjoying the journey. Soon he would reach his first destination.
She stopped and stroked his back, leant over and whispered in his ear.
"I know you are taking this for me. Don't fight too hard. I think you are near your limit. We are going to reach it soon. I am proud of you."
"Lift your bottom."
He pushed up for her and she slid a hand beneath him and her fingers gently encircled his cock. She teased and stroked the underside as it grew. She pulled the foreskin up and down and increased the pressure as it hardened.
Unknown to him, she had a paddle in her other hand. This would test him fully.
Two, three, four, five increasingly hard smacks followed. She was using all her strength now. His cock trembled in her hand. His moans had become pleading.
