I was feeling flustered. Being bound, gagged and blindfolded was normally a good way to heighten my senses. Add the weightlessness and slight sway from the swing, and I was on tenterhooks. I took a moment to concentrate on what my body was experiencing. My arms and legs were cuffed to the chains that attached the swing to the rafters, so my nude body was spread open and on display. My mouth was stretched wide around a penis gag, and the taste of the silicone made me yearn for the real thing. The blindfold had effectively locked me into a world of darkness, so that the gentle creaking of the chains was all I could hear. I felt exposed.
A cool breeze wafted across my body, pebbling my nipples, and I realized that I was no longer alone. My body tensed as I listened to the sound of footsteps walk across the floor. I could hear breathing, but couldn't smell any sort of cologne, so I honestly wasn't sure if the person standing next to me was a man or a woman - until he touched me. I would always recognize my Master's touch.
The hand that ran down my leg was warm and gentle and slightly calloused. Even so, I still jumped, causing the chains to rattle and the swing to rock.
He used both hands to explore my body. He smoothed them along my arms and legs, and gave my ass cheeks a firm squeeze. The undersides of my breasts were tapped solidly enough to make them jiggle, and my nipples were pulled and pinched until they were warm and stiff. He even ran a finger along the outline of my lips. He touched me everywhere; except for the one place that craved his touch.
Then, my Master spoke for the first time. "Stretch your right hand above the cuff." I lifted my hand and felt a silky cloth. "A white flag is attached to the chain there. You won't be able to use your safe word while you're chained, so if at any time you want to stop, all you have to do is reach up and pull the cloth. Nod if you understand." I nodded, and heard Master say, "Good girl."
I sensed that he moved away from me. I heard a drawer slide open, and knew that he was at the toy cabinet. What would he choose? I could barely stand the suspense.
I jumped again when a slippery finger breached the tight ring of my asshole. I heard a quiet "Shhhhh", and nothing more. His finger remained just inside my ass, waiting until the swing wound down to a stop before continuing the finger fuck.
One finger became two, and I was having a hard time keeping quiet. I knew that my pussy was wet, and that he would be able to see every shiny drop that coated my lips. I should have been embarrassed, but knowing that he was watching only aroused me more.
Without warning, his fingers withdrew, and I felt a harder pressure take their place. It was a dildo or a plug of some sort. I didn't know which, but I knew that it was going to stretch me wide. The pressure was intense, and the bite of pain as he began to push it in was almost too much to bear. I was panting and whimpering and trying to thrust my body away from him, but to no avail. He simply placed a hand on my thigh to steady the swing, and continued to push. There was a quick release of the pressure as the first bump of a plug slide inside, but I wasn't granted a reprieve. He continued to push the plug deeper, until the larger second and third bumps were firmly seated in my ass.
I heard his shoes tap across the floor as he walked away from me once more. I was breathing heavily, and the ache in my tightly stretched ass was finally starting to ease when I felt the first stinging slap of a riding crop. I gave a startled scream and the swing careened haphazardly to and fro. This time, my Master didn't stop my movements, and instead peppered my ass cheeks with quick, biting swats that sounded like snap pops hitting the ground.
