It was dark, I could hear a pin drop. I listened, my senses heightened. I was blindfolded and wore only the simple leather collar, nipple clamps that were adorned with a rhinestone and silver chain to connect them, my hair down as per her request. I seemed to be able to feel every thread in the carpet beneath my knees. My hands folded neatly in front of me. My arms positioned in such a way that pushed my breasts together. My nipples hard and waiting, I could sense the dampness on my thighs and cleanly shaven lips. I pictured what she may look like tonight. I was not sure whether she would allow me to see her. I could tell she was not there yet. Call it a sixth sense but I always know when she is near me. I could feel it in my heart, in the pure contentment to know she is right there. When she is there I feel nothing is wrong, nothing can harm me. Thinking of this at that moment I smiled.
How can I describe such an indescribable beauty? It is not so simple. Perfect in her imperfections. I memorized her. Every mark, scar, freckle, and dimple. The way she looks when the light hits her a certain way and she looks like an angel. The face she makes when I know she is in rapture. The deep pools of her eyes that suck me in within moments of being in her presence and I cannot seem to tear my eyes away but feel the need to close my eyes at moments for I may lose myself in her. She has skin that could be described as nothing less than the flesh of a summer white peach. I know when I kiss her in certain places she blushes. Her hair, oh her hair, the sweetest of milk chocolates. Her eyes, those eyes, the most brilliant blue, I wish they made a name for it. She has beautiful nipples that harden in such a wondrous way, of the creamiest tan, as if the sun kissed them. Her beautiful mound, an arrayment of creams, pinks, and deep reds. The taste...incomparable, only to be described as how a woman should always taste. I can get lost there forever and be in bliss.
Just as I get lost in thoughts of her I can hear her. I can hear her careful, calculated movements along the carpet, just outside the door. I hear the door open with a slow sweep. I immediately bow my head to her, sensing her right in front of me and I bend immediately to kiss her feet.
*Good Evening Mistress. * I say obediently.
Good Evening Sub, I see you have done as asked of you. Always the obedient little girl for your mistress. Good Girl. *She tells me in a commanding tone of voice that gives me chills.
*Yes Mistress, Everything I do is to please you. * I lean down again and kiss her feet.
She grips my hair in one of her dainty hands, with a firm grip and pulls my head back.
I feel the end of her leather riding crop tracing my neck and then slowly, achingly, down the curve of my breasts and belly, to the bald flesh of my vagina, then thighs. I let out a soft low moan, unable to control my noises. Without words being spoken she bends me over, I now am on all fours. She whips me quickly with her crop, alternating from left to right on my rear. I cry out, not in pain, not yet. The true pain is to come soon enough. I thank her, ever the obedient girl she has made me into. I can sense a smile on her face, I too smile only briefly, so eager to please. She runs her soft hands over where she has just spanked. I hear the clicking of a chain, a chain, which she connects to my collar. She tugs at it and quickly I follow her on my knees. I know this room like the back of my hand now. I know what she wants. I lift myself off the floor and stand, lifting my arms above my head, she then bounds them to a bar hung from the ceiling, and my feet are then bound to a bar attached to the floor.
I hang my head, with that I feel her hands touching the back of my head to untie the blindfold. I take a moment to let my sight adjust to the dim lighting of the room and I can't see her. She is behind me, I feel her lean in, her body pressed against mine she kisses the sensitive curve of my neck.
*Thank you my Mistress*
She saunters around me slowly. Taking my breath away as she comes into view. Latex panties that I love so, her matching boots, and black corset. She is stunning. I'm not surprised; she always looks stunning to me. She has the crop in her hand and her eyes gleaming. Time stops completely, I feel a struggle to even take a breath. She gives me that coy smile that I learned she owns completely. She snaps the crop quickly against my thighs, inner and outer, alternating sides. I feel the sting and writhe, unable to really move being bound in such a way. Only when she thinks that my thighs have become sufficiently pink does she move on to my breasts. Giving each a few good sting with the crop before she lays it down on the bed. She then uses her hand to slap them. A smile across her face as my mouth twists in sweet agony.
