My Master does not like to be called "Master," because, he says, anyone can call themselves that. Rather, he wishes me to call him "Commander," for that is the title he has earned as a soldier in the desert war. He is gentle, kind, loving, poetic, gentle, tender, understanding, patient and selfless. Yet, he can also be very cold and seemingly cruel, which is more of a facade than the reality, for he has seen and witnessed many horrible things, and has had during the course of his life, helped send many men to meet their fate and maker. The coldness is his defense he says, and it is that cruel coldness that has broken my heart all too often, but despite the resulting pain I have endured over the years, I do know he loves me more than I may and will ever realize. For he has held me at some of my weakest moments and has only wanted me to be the strong and independent woman I am today. I waited all my life for him, and I will do all I can to please and pleasure him, just as he does all he can to please and pleasure me...
It is a cold winter's day, and upon my return home from the gym I find the Commander has sent me a message to be ready at 7 p.m. to be picked up...with the message is a box. I open the box, in it is something silky and white, a pair of silver heeled sandals and 3 other small boxes. I open the first box, it's a pair of thong panties made of a white see through material trimmed in pearls. I open the second box, it's my favorite diamond, after which I open the 3rd box, which contains a string of pearls with a note that says:
Hello my beautiful slut, here is a list of instructions you are to follow before I arrive. First shower and use scented oil all over your body...After you have done that, take your diamond and lick and suck it until it's slick (take pictures of you sucking your butt plug and send to me) then slip it into your tight little asshole (again take a picture of your ass spread wide so I can see the diamond I gave you).
You should still be naked next take the pearls and drape and wrap them around your tits... Caressing your nipples with them binding your tits with them, take more pictures and send to me. Then lay on the bed and spread your legs wide and rub the pearls all over your pussy, making them wet with the juices I know are dripping out of your pussy right now. Lick the pearls and taste what I'm going to be tasting soon, after which place the pearls around your neck and put the heeled sandals on.
I then want you to go to the corner of the bedroom where there is, against the wall, a folded saw horse with some modifications and a speaker. Turn the speaker on and turn the volume all the way up. With the music playing take the blind fold laying on the saw horse, which you shall keep above your eyes until you are situated. Open the sawhorse up, then place the blindfold over your eyes and bend over it. Once you are bent, place your wrists and ankles in the cuffs, all four of which will automatically fasten themselves tight around your limbs. Once secure, you then shall wait patiently my lovely slut, until I arrive and decide to make my presence known to you.
I stay in this bent over position for what seems like hours listening to Enigma play over again. I'm getting light headed because I have been bent over so long, when I hear the door open and what sounds like footsteps approaching me. With no warning a flash of hot red pain sears my ass and I cry out. I gulp air to breath past it when another slap of pain hits me even harder than the first. My lightheaded and muddled brain is confused as I realize that someone, whom I assume is the Commander, is whipping my hard ass with a riding crop. Another slap, and then many others follow, all of which has left me panting from the pain as I feel my pussy becoming ever more wetter.
After a few minutes it feels as if the pain has stopped when I then feel hands caress what I am assuming are some pretty nasty looking welts on my ass from the riding crop. The butt plug in my ass then begins to lightly tapped, causing me to jerk with each tap. I then feel it being slowly pulled out it, and when it gets to the widest part, the pulling stops and it stays there, stretching me wide as I quiver from the pain, until suddenly "pop" it is pushed roughly back into me. Even though it was rough, the relief from the release of the stretching makes me sigh until "whap!" That is when I am struck with another crack across my ass with the riding crop. Of course throughout this whole ordeal I am crying and whimpering unmercifully, which I know the Commander, my master, takes great pleasure in.