I always tremble as you walk into the room. Then my pulse accelerates. Then I feel myself flood with wetness, my body instantly ready for you. All credit goes to the dark man before me, my Master, for you have always aroused me effortlessly. This is how my body rewards you, with equal measures of love and fear.
Today I watch as you quietly close the door behind you, putting the book I was reading moments before on the floor beside the couch. Having no interest for that now, my thoughts already lost in gauging your mood. In searching those eyes of yours that will tell me whether I am going to suffer pleasure, pain or a combination of both. The eyes do not lie. I step towards you to press my lips gently to yours and I see them, pools of deep obsidian which I drown in.
There is no smile forthcoming from you and that makes my body weak. So, the mood is a dark one then. I see you point to the floor by your feet and feel my body respond of its own accord. My knees sinking gratefully down onto the hard floor below, blue eyes downcast to the floor below. The black satin robe I am wearing already slipping off my shoulders to pool beneath me, revealing smooth satin skin.
The man whom I have come to love now looks down upon my kneeling form and runs his fingers gently through my shining mass of silky, chocolate hair which swirls down my back. Caressing it at first, rubbing it against my face before closing his fingers around it, gripping it tightly. He twists my face up to look at him.
I can't help but look back at you hungrily, my desire clearly transparent. Blue eyes glazed before you with lust. Wondering still, at how you arouse me so easily.
You bend down to whisper in my ear, 'My slut' you pause as your lips come nearer to my ear, 'the whipping post... or the floor?'
Those words reverberate through me. Your deep, gravelly voice echoes in my ear. It sends my body into fresh tremors before you. Knowing you can see my fear and that you revel in it.
There is a thick leather whip across the room and my breath leaves me as I watch you retrieve it. Fearful eyes watch as the leather is bent between your hands, the whip being tested for suppleness. It should be, I think ruefully, for it has had plenty of practice on my flesh.
'And does my slut wish to have her ass fucked before or after being beaten?' another dark, menacing murmur as I feel your breath once more in my ear. Your fingers lovingly caressing my neck before your teeth leave their mark there, making my pulse rocket.
Oh God, I am thankful to be kneeling as my body would now be unable to support itself. My tremors renew themselves tenfold. I close my eyes in horrible anticipation of what is to come.
'Before,' I whisper.
'You are going to be beaten very hard, my whore.' From your lips that is almost an endearment said in a soft, loving murmur. Sometimes I find it impossibly hard to separate the light and the darkness in you. Perhaps that is why I love you so much. They are conflicting emotions of yours, which I can never begin to understand.
My eyes drop downwards in silent and fearful understanding. It is to be one of 'those days' and I can only hope to be able to endure it for you.
'Your throat, whore. Now.' It is a sharp order.
I move quickly closer and open my glossy red lips wide in ready acceptance. Feeling hands already around my head, your fingers entangled once more in my hair, thrusting me down upon your cock. My lips suck greedily and hard, feeding your cock to the back of my throat hungrily, needing to taste you.
'Jerk my cock with your throat muscles, slut.' The deep voice rings out once more, compelling me to obedience.
I tip my head up and take you the back of my throat in hard, jerking motions, so you can see the progress of your cock making its way deeper into my mouth. Feeling my lips expand around your girth, my mouth filled and my throat constricting.
'Suck hard, work for your cum whore.' I moan helplessly and suck back and forth , my mouth clamped hard around your cock. My warmth and wetness encloses you tightly. Your whore moves all the way forward and back, nearly letting your cock slip out of her mouth before impaling you once more to the back of her throat, impossibly hard. Wanting, no, needing to taste you. She stretches her lips wide around you, fucking you with her mouth until she is nearly unable to breathe.
I feel you grip my head tightly then as my mouth continues to ram down upon your cock, wanting to feel your explosion and our eyes meet. Then a hard jerk from you and that familiar roar I know so well. Violent, deep spasms as your cock throbs in the back of my throat. Then the feeling of your cum slipping down the back of my throat as I suck at it greedily, in great gulps as I moan happily.
'I love to hear you moan, whore, when you swallow my cum.'
If I could smile, I would, but instead concentrate on swallowing and sucking out every last drop from you. Savouring the taste of you I have come to know so well.
Then those fingers in my hair again, pulling me up by my hair roots as I cry out softly, being dragged to your cellar. Trying to keep up as you march me down swiftly and then let my eyes focus on the pole in centre stage of the basement. I let my breath out in apprehension and look with increasing panic at the long steel pole. The room itself is sparse and dimly lit and I feel the cool air prickle at my skin.
You throw me roughly down on the floor in front of it, watching as I land hard and look up at the cold metal with eyes drowning in fear. Your hands then come around to push me down, into the hard tiles face down, as you straddle my back. You hear my yells as I feel my arms buckle beneath me, being pressed bodily into the floor.
Your slut feels her Master put his hands upon her, adjusting her head so that it faces the pole. Making sure she has a constant reminder of the beating that is to come. You watch her face as her eyes deepen in fear and her body is reduced to an almost shuddering mass of helplessness.
I know you like me seeing me this way because I can see your cock already responding... hardening beneath your jeans at the sight of my lithe, slim body stretched out on the floor. Taking in the sight of my silky white back and imagining already the red welts that you will imprint upon it later. Imagining the sight of my face contorted with pain and anguish as your darkness takes it toll.
Then those eyes of yours move down to the curve of my ass, the buttocks jutting out as you run your hands lightly down them.
