It was Sunday, the first Sunday where I didn't have to sing at the Cathedral of the Sacred Mother. The Chancel Choir was out for the summer. My first Sunday in six months of no commitments, no waking up early, no dressing up, nothing but sleeping in to my heart's content. I didn't have the struggle with the alarm clock of "to sleep or not to sleep" or my morning prayer to God to turn back the clock so I could have just two more hours.
I snuggled into bed as I heard the sounds of my Master's wife, and my lover, getting herself and the kids ready for church. I heard Master get up to fiddle around on the computer and I snuggled deeper into the oblivion of sleep, so thankful for this free Sunday. No singing, no church, and I can sleep until noon if I so desire.
I fell back into sleep and dreamt of CSI agents investigating a dungeon on the World of Warcraft, while dragons flew overhead and a Catholic choir sang the "Ave Verum Corpus". Obviously, I am slightly influenced by the television, my family's video games and my life... As I lay in bed, reveling in the cozy warmth of my comforter, laying on my tummy and dreaming the weirdness in my own imagination, the slap of suede thudded into my dreamland, waking me up roughly, and flooding my bum with hot warmth.
Master pushed the blankets aside, exposing my butt to the cool air the fan was generating and his red sueded leather flogger. His fingers caressed my behind for several moments, as he made admiring comments about my butt belonging to him and him alone. I whispered my consent in the form of a "yes, Sir" and my butt, on its own volition, wiggled against his hands. As I started to drift off again, comforted by his caresses, my eyes closed and I gave a little moan, and then "Thwap!" the flogger's leather strands slapped the backs of my thighs, and my moaning turned into a sharp yelp.
Master ordered me to follow him into his bedroom and I obediently followed, climbing up onto his King-sized bed and assuming my position, kneeling with my palms facing upwards on my thighs, my knees opened slightly and my head tilting down. I wanted to take off my glasses, and when they fell, I worried, afraid they might break in our playtime, so I jumped up and leaned over to find them. As cliché as it sounds, I really am blind as a bat without my glasses. As I bent in half, I wasn't thinking of the target I was making of my ass to my Master's hands, floggers, and other creative toys he might be hiding in his leather toy bag. He teasingly spanked me as I looked for my glasses, but seeing my distress over them, he kindly picked them up and put them on the dressing table so that we could resume our play without my worries. What a nice Master!
He shoved me roughly onto my face on his bed and made a big production out of showing me the brown leather Cat. The Cat?! I shudder even thinking about it. The Cat O' Nine tails flogger is our punishment flogger. Whenever sis or I disobey (or when I'm too sassy), he brings out the Cat. Eek! It is not my favorite toy. I lay there worrying about what offense I may have committed and wondering if I should confess. Well, there were a couple times I masturbated without a May I? but those were late at night when everyone was sleeping and I was feeling a little horny, but knew he had to wake up early...Surely, he didn't know about those?
I stayed silent though, not wanting to confess anything that might get me into trouble. He flogged the bed around me, startling me and sending a rush of hotness to my pussy. He then swatted my white behind several times in rapid succession with the Cat, making me yell out a cry and blink away tears. He alternated between whip-like lashes and feather caresses on my entire back, making me alternate between whimpers of pain and sighs of contentment.
He dangled the leather fingers of the cat in the crack of my butt and I arched my hips, raising my butt to his delicious touch. The handle of the cat pushed against my hole and I gave a little moan, but Master did not go further, just teased my greedy little hole. As I squirmed in need, he switched to my favorite red sueded-leather flogger and once again the hard thwacks began anew.
As ecstasy washed over me, sending me reeling, he paused and I heard a sound that makes me wrinkle my nose and think "oh no". I peeked over my shoulder and he was holding two small rubber floggers and spinning them in the air like propellers. He brought them closer and closer to my skin and their stingy slaps felt like bee stings all over my shoulders, my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs, and the bottoms of my feet. I moaned in pain, and he ordered me to spread my legs. I complied and he began to flog my pussy, using the rubber floggers for a while and then switching to the sueded leather. Each flog made me wet and I started to involuntarily rock against the strap, meeting the flogger halfway.
Master dipped the leather strands slowly onto my wet pussy, and then dragged it endlessly, infinitely slowly across my pussy lips, drenching the leather, and making my hips squirm against him. He used the cold metal handle and chain and danced them over my clit. I was desperate for more. I was floating. As I neared my orgasm with the chain on my clit, he pulled away, and gave me a harsh swat with the now-wet flogger. Sting! The pain racked through me as he hit harder and harder and I floated higher up, my eyes drifting closed and my body starting to shiver. I felt stuck in that moment of "half sleep, half waking" that Lysander says in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I was entering sub-space when Master yanked on my hair and said "I'm dripping for you. On your knees, slave!"
