I’m laying back in bed, watching in the mirror as my fingers slide up and down the lips of my pussy, watching them glisten with saliva and my own moisture as my fingers spread them open a bit more with each stroke. I take in my tousled blonde hair, my flushed face and my slightly reddened nipples from where I was teasing them moments before…
I’m distracted by a rustling sound, and look up to see you standing in the doorway, holding a crumpled paper bag and giving me a look that I cant quite decipher. I quickly close my legs, embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position, even if its nothing you haven’t seen before.
“Well it looks like I’ve got you exactly where I want you” You say with a big smile, as you walk up to the bed and dump the contents of the bag out on it. I see what appears to be a blindfold, several lengths of rope, a short black whip, and what looks like a paddle.
“I wasn’t sure what time you’d be home” I say, “Um…it looks like you’ve been shopping?….” I trail off, feeling a twinge of unease as I look at the array of items on the bed. I self consciously cross my arms over my legs too, for protection from who knows what. “You must’ve stopped by that new store that opened in that cheesy strip mall…”
Dear, you’re not telling me you’re all talk are you?“ you say while you have the nerve to raise and eyebrow. “That moaning whenever I bite you or slam deep into you? Those little cries you make for more when it starts getting a bit rough?” You let out a low laugh, that is not your normal nice self laugh.
I look at you in shock, scared but a bit excited too at the chance to try something a bit different, maybe a bit more dangerous than our usual lovemaking sessions. I work up the bravado to reach my arms out in front of me, wrists together “Let’s see what you have in mind” I manage to get out of my dry throat.
“I’m warning you, I’m not playing. I expect total obedience until I’d done with you.” You give me a stern look, and I manage to give you a small nod as you reach for my wrists. You tie them together above my head, and I’m a bit surprised at how rough the rope feels against my skin. Next you put the blindfold on me, making sure it’s tight over my eyes.
Once I’m secured that way, you turn me over, and I feel your hands reaching underneath me to my breasts. You’re usually gentle, but now you grab them firmly, then push me down against the bed with your hand under my body, squeezing me, pinching at my nipples until I’m almost wincing. I want to tell you to stop, tell you that it’s too much, but just as I’m about to, you release me. I’m in the process of offering up a silent thanks, when all of a sudden the whip lashes across my buttocks for the first time, leaving a trail of fire behind.