I wonder if she would like me better if I tried to surprise her every playdate, but I can't stop myself from bringing her the same gifts over and over again. A bottle of tawny, a box of chocolates and flowers. She accepts them with the same kind smile as I enter her car with my backpack, it's the first time we will sleep together.
She sets up a table on the veranda, nuts, the chocolates, the wine... we talk about amenities and soon I'm at her feet, massaging them as we talk. Her presence is as refreshing as the sea breeze touching our skin. It's notably warm tonight, but the air humidity promises a storm.
-- I missed you so much... thank you for inviting me. - I say trying not to sound hurt, as I caress her sweet little feet with my cheek.
She pets my hair, laughs and say:
-- Oh, I promised to bring you here, didn't I?
She did. Six months ago. Almost no word from her since then. I kiss her feet.
-- Shall we start, then? Take off your clothes.
I let my summer dress slip to my feet, revealing my pink lingerie.
-- I chose them for you. - As I chose my parfum, my dress, my makeup, my nail polish, and even the haircut I had a month ago, all to please her eyes.
-- Nice. - she looks at my exposed body framed in pink lace - Cute, I like it. Keep it, then, and your heels, baby, now give me your hands.
She locks a set of cuffs on each of my wrists, and hang then on a hook on the ceiling. She enters the house for a couple minutes, coming back in lingerie and a silky robe. A flogger over her shoulders.
-- Now let's warm you up.
She starts flogging my legs and my butt, fast and rhythmically. At first very lightly, but as it was in fact getting warm, she increased her strength. Soon my tights and butt were red and hot, and I started to whine. I think it was her clue, because what came next was an unexpected sharp pain on my butt. Now she was using a riding crop with braided short ends.
-- Oh, Mistress, it hurts. - I pouted.
-- Does it really? Tell me more.
She struck me again. And again, and again. Each time I groaned, trying not to scream. With my wrists over my head, I could not escape her crop. But I tried, and she kept reaching me. After a particularly strong strike, I screamed and kicked, but she pulled my hair and made me look at her.
-- Baby, we have plenty of time. Take the time you need, I will whip you until I'm satisfied. I didn't even start with the cane yet. Just relax and take it. You are doing good.
I trembled wondering what could ever satisfy her. She took her silky robe off.
-- Ready?
I wasn't, and the crop met my skin again. I swung by my wrists, as I bent one leg. She didn't wait for me to put it down, and stroked the same leg again, and another stroke as I was screaming.
-- Yes, baby, take it. Just. - a stroke - take. - another one. - IT. - an unbelievably strong lash cut my skin in fire.
