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She sat on His cream leather sofa relaxing when Her Master spoke suddenly.
“And how does your arse feel?”
She turned at his unexpected question and smiling up into his blue grey eyes replied calmly, “My arse feels fine.”
“Good”, He grinned wickedly and continued, “in that case I think it should have a good warming. Kneel by the fireplace.”
Returning from her wee she stood momentarily stunned as He greeted her with an odd question. “Have you washed your pussy?”
Stood hands resting gently on her hips she look bemusedly at Him. She had dried herself after Her wee but why should she have washed …..?
He continued, “I want you to go and thoroughly wash your pussy.”
She shrugged plump shoulders and heavy breasts swinging returned to the bathroom to do his bidding. Light glinted gaily off the new nipple piercings. He enjoyed looking at them. They suited her and He couldn’t wait for them to be healed so she could wear nice heavy rings through them. Rings into which He could hook his fingers and tug gently, even lead her about. She loved nipple play so much and responded so well to being touched there; He knew she would enjoy it.
In the bathroom muppet smiled as she lathered a soft white flannel with Imperial Leather. Imperial Leather soap held special memories for her. It had been a treat when she was a kid.
The comforting twang of the Shadows music filled her ears as she sat dreamily by the fireplace waiting his return. Not noticing the bundled white silk ropes in his hand muppet responded simply to his query.
“I’m thinking about the flogging I’m going to get.”
Her tone was relaxed and dreamy; a smile curved full red lips. His slight frown lightened and blossomed into a satisfied smirk. He was looking forward to trying something new with her. He thought she might find this new idea very erotic. Making her stand with spread legs, He looped the rope around her waist and then up between her legs. It pulled tightly against her arsehole.
The rope snugged against her, rubbing gently at her pussy but tightly; almost painfully across her ass. She imagined it was how a wedgie would feel; or similar to a thong when it cuts in.
The pressure started to warm and caress her. She shifted the ropes a little, tucking them even more deeply in between her pussy lips. Later she would find that her swollen clit would be squeezed by the ropes, trapped, pushed back and forth by every movement she made. Simply sitting would be an erotic sensation.
Finished, He tugged experimentally at his rope work and grinned with complete satisfaction at the gasp that issued forth. Before she had chance to catch her breath He sent her walking to the kitchen. She was hard put not to walk on tiptoes and her hips swayed exotically as she walked in front of Him the rope pressing against her tight little asshole.
She stood waiting for Him naked, dressed only in her studded purple leather collar, her calmness portraying that she was still not aware of the full effect of the ropes that rested between her legs,. Resting his strong hand firmly in her long red hair, He pushed her down onto her knees and she crawled gingerly, the rope pressing in unexpected places.
He watched her slow hesitant progress and thought a cat on a hot tin roof could not have picked its way more carefully; the hard pressure of the silk ropes titillating her. Once back in the living room she dragged the velvet green bean bag over to the fireplace to crouch upon. The flat of her hands rested against the polished surface of His wooden mantelpiece.
A small ‘ching’ sounding in her ears notified her that He had fastened her wrist cuff to the steel eye He had previously screwed into the wood work. A tug on her other wrist and a second metallic ‘ching’ stretched her arms the length of the mantelpiece while a chain fastened her leather bound neck to a third and final eye. The sensation of helplessness and lack of control overwhelmed and excited her as she squirmed gently on the cushion
He caressed her shoulders with the black suede flogger, the familiar slap making a counterpoint to the lulling twang of the Shadows guitar. A funny thought crossed her mind. ‘Every step you take’ - such an appropriate song for a sub. Her last thought before she became lost in the Heat and fire of the flogging.
She leaned back as far as her bonds would allow and avoiding her erect nipples He wrapped the flogger around the sides of her erotically bouncing breasts their nipple piercings glinting and winking in the lamplight.
He was so pleased that she had had them done but couldn’t work out why she hadn’t had them done much earlier. From what she said she had wanted them done for a long time. But it didn’t matter now. She was his muppet and He was going to encourage her to be all that she could be.
He had thought of waiting until after their holiday but she had been so excited and eager about the idea and He wanted to see them done. The bars were smaller than He had pictured in his imagination but in time He would stretch the holes. He could see Himself caressing her erect nipples pierced by thick rings weights dangling from them. Thick nipple rings would compliment her large nipples and heavy breasts.
Her squeals had relaxed into a contented purr and He switched from the black suede flogger to a creamy yellow moose hide flogger. He tapped her mildly with the long strands and then firmly played it across her shoulders. The new sensation and rhythm jerked her out of her contentment and she writhed gasping with excitement.
He wanted her well warmed up. Her pain threshold was enormous, an endless pit which absorbed the blows but He knew it wasn’t like His. He just didn’t feel, whereas she felt, but didn’t give into it, simply accepting it; enjoying the warmth that it created. A heat that aroused her skin left her squirming deliciously in its wake.
A blow across her shoulders had her shouting and He carefully avoided the stroke again not wishing to give her unpleasant pain.
As the blows heated her delicate skin it glowed redly and His thick fingers checked constantly, caressing her. If He found a single cut or break then He would stop, always ensuring that she was safe. Her gift of submission meant that He had a great responsibility to care for her and He was determined to live up to it. She would always be safe in his hands - never would his pleasure or arousal get out of control. Her purrs and whimpers were very exciting but never would He surrender to His pleasure whilst she surrendered to Him.
It was a fine tight rope He walked ensuring that He kept calm without making her feel that she didn’t arouse or excite Him. His engineer’s mind rather enjoyed the challenge of being with a woman as complex as she was.
His senses were alert to her needs, the sound of her whimpers in His ears, the speed of breathing, the flex of her skin under His flogger. As her breathing settled to a contented purring that indicated a pleasurable relaxation into the warmth of the flogging He was aware that she was away into subspace; floating at one point.
He sliced at her back with the cat-o-nine tails, the waxed strands producing its own cutting heat; nine streaks of fiery pain.
The sudden switch of tools knocked her out of her contented warmth. Her wriggling shoulders arched to get away from the tails and then relaxed bowing forward offering her back fully to his strands; consenting yet again to His control and use of her.
The fire in her shoulders burning a trail straight to her aching pussy. She squirmed and whimpered as the cat clawed at her ass and bit into the soft flesh of her thighs and sides of her cheeks.
‘Ouch’ she vocalised as the ‘cat’ bit painfully and unpleasantly but before she could warn Him that she wasn’t happy He had read the situation and moved the blows, caressing Her with a gentle fire. At first soothing her distress and then with a sharp clip from his suede flogger thrusting her back into the cloudy subspace from which she had dropped.
A world filled with heavenly music, the sound of the flogger. The slapping of the blows; none of them individual sounds, but part of the rhythm of the moment Her own breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by the occasional yelp; with eyes closed her mind was concentrated intensely on this world, with no colours or flickering lights to distract her. She could feel the rich glow of the well polished smooth wood under her sensitive palms. Her burning flesh could differentiate between the creamy yellow springy moose hide, the muddy waxed cat-o-nine-tails and the rich black silky feel of the suede flogger with its many tails. She didn’t need to open her eyes for her world to be filled with colour.
The smooth black leather crop touched her sensitive pussy and she climbed higher into the Heaven that awaited her, driven there in front of Him by leather tools. He poked firmly at her engorged throbbing clit and her hips bucked on the velvet covered bean bag as she ground her pussy in an agony of ecstasy and pleasure.
“Please” she cried huskily, wanting Him, begging Him to touch her swollen clit that poked between the two strands of her rope panties; the white rope now damp with her warm fragrant juices. “Please”, she begged again desperately, not able to frame any more words but panicked because He had stopped touching her.
“Please what?” He demanded. “Please Stop?”
“No! Don’t stop!” she gasped raggedly, desperate and wanting, her need more painful than the fire in either shoulders or arse.
“More”, she ground out hoarsely. He poked her again and again, her hips bucking, intensifying the pressure on the ropes exciting her more.
An odd movement caught at the corner of his eye and his attention focused where it had come from. Her fingers rubbed against her thumb again and for a third time as He returned his attention to her back. The small movement pricked sharply at his mind. He stroked her chilly hand and demanded to know if her fingers were numb. At her nodded response He immediately unclipped her wrist and removed the cuff.
Rubbing the palm of her hand with the ball of his thumb He noticed her squirm, the hook hanging from her wrist jangling slightly. He ignored her slight sigh of resignation at the thought that the flogging had come to and end despite the fact that she had not come.
Firmly He pulled her wrists behind her back. Clasping them together He watched her arch as He held her fingers straight and caressed the palms sometimes wetting his thumbs. She squirmed and her breasts lifting as she arched her back and stretched her neck. It amazed how sensitive she was to His touch. His touch soft and silky in her palms combined with his firm grip was exciting; the gentle touch of a lover combined with the firm grip of a Master.
As she ground and wriggled He unclasped her wrists and laid her back on his carpet covered floor. The normally soft cream Indian rug felt slightly rough against her sensitive shoulders still glowing from His flogger.
His tapping on her clit with the flap end of the crop had sent her spiraling higher until the flicking pushed her over the edge and her orgasm broke over her; wave after wave flooding through her as she reached for Him, hands scrabbling to feel Him
Reaching Him she wrapped her arms tightly around his legs hands resting against the back of his knees. A sudden thought broke through her excitement and she hurriedly shifted them to His ankles. Her hands clenched hard, dragging on his ankles as she raised her hips, offering her pussy for His crop.
He touched her swollen clit and her spasmed strongly, wrenching at His legs. He stumbled, momentarily pulled off balance and then braced His knees, powerful calf muscles absorbing her energy. She held tight to His smooth hairless ankles, her short nailed thumbs digging into His flesh as she offered her pussy again and again for His crop. She noticed He also was excited, her head just below his throbbing cock; and even as that thought obviously teased at his mind, He adjusted his thoughts into self control.
He loved to listen to her pants and groans as she came and the listen to her deep throated purr as she relaxed bonelessly, spent after coming down.
She listened to his gentle voice each word a gently caress bringing Her back to earth, praising Her, reassuring Her providing an anchor for Her floating mind. Gradually she opened one eye and looked up at Him. His silvered Head hovered just above her looking down watching her with a tender expression carefully listening for the changes in her voice that indicated her calmness. Quiet at first when she did eventually speak it would be in a husky drawl, a rough purr slowly coming back to her normal tone. He smiled softly down at her and then said prosaically.
“Now off to the kitchen. You’ve got some dinner to prepare.”
Smiling she rolled over and headed for the kitchen, her body relaxed and sinuous, sensual, a contented cat with the cream, her arse swaying easily. He smiled as she leaned over the sink peeling potatoes, her arse in its rope panties stuck out invitingly.
At this welcoming sight He grinned wickedly and thought that she should know better than to offer herself to his hand in this way.
“Thwwaaack!” His hand slapped her bare arse resoundingly, she continued with her task contentedly, smiling, taking it as a sign of His attraction to her. The second sharp blow startled her and she held fast to the potato as He tugged on the rope between her legs, raising her up onto tiptoe; she trying without thinking about it, to release the pressure in her pussy. Ruefully she decided that He was finding that rope just too handy.
“Come on”, He chuckled, “you are supposed to be getting dinner.”
She laughed in her turn, heavy breasts shaking slightly. “Well I was a little distracted”, she purred not complaining but only commenting teasingly.
“Don’t see why!” He replied and chuckled at her adjoining splutter of indignation. Tugging on the rope tormenting her pleasantly, “You are going to wear this until we go out.”
Startled she stopped and looked at Him squarely. The determined blue eyes confirmed His intent and she nodded in obedience, grinned and rubbed her pussy against the rope that trapped her clit between its strands.
Turning back to her task, she dropped the potato as His hand struck; her hands gripped the sink edge, back arched in response to His sharp staccato slaps. Some fell heavily with a meaty slap, hard and firm, while others were a stinging flick. A sharp caress raced from her cheeks warmly to join the fire deep within her pussy. She would never know how she managed to prepare the meal with Him slapping her arse and randomly tugging on the ropes that held her in its tight grip, secure and erotic.
Dinner was delicious but a little uncomfortable as the two strands of silken rope held her swollen clit firmly between them. Every movement pushed it from side to side and she was almost masturbating herself.
Her wriggles and bright smile told her Master that His work was very effective and He smirked as she squirmed back and forth trying to find a comfortable position despite the soft cushion of the dining room chair. She looked at his grin and wondered mischievously how He’d like to be tied like this. A guy tied in this manner would be talking high pitched for the next month. She smiled at the outrageousness of her thought. There was no way He would be ever tied. Not an ounce of submissiveness in Him ……. And that was just how she liked it!
Easing the rope from between her cheeks she gasped as the relief was almost as erotic as the pressure. She hoped that He hadn’t heard that small sigh or arousal. She grinned. He was very quick to tell her that she was a greedy girl. Even the ropes seemed to have his calm attitude of firm control. But Oooh how she liked his dominance.
A dirty spatula that she thought was washed was pushed under her nose and as she went to clean it again He tugged on the rope. Her resultant jump nearly showered both of them in soapy bubbles. Rising to tiptoes pulled up by his strong grasp on the rope her breathing become ragged and the spatula in her hands forgotten. As she stood there trying to gather her wits she felt a cane sliding between her legs. No not a cane the wooden pole that He used to open the roof space. Whatever it was she didn’t care. Her knees bent as she humped the pole. Her grip was hard her muscles clenching as she rode the improvised tool, gripping so firmly that He had difficulty retrieving it from between her thighs.
A light tapping started against her warm arse. A lover’s kiss from the pole warmed and excited her. She was almost rueful that they weren’t harder but relaxed to the exotic pleasure of being caned without pain. A harder meatier resounding ‘thwack’ against her arse nearly drove her to her knees and she gripped hard on the sink edge absorbing the pain.
That one really hurt. Her foot twisted around the other leg in a tight hug as she tried to cope. The light erotic tapping continued and she relaxed standing down on both feet squirming a little as the heat from the blows became a sensual pleasure. The feeling of being in warm comfort, she groaned deeply when He stopped, the blows had been lovely but never enough to push her over the edge into the ecstasy of orgasm. The heat kept her highly aroused, the fire burning through her as they finished working.
Puzzled she watched from the corner of her eye as she saw Him toss the chair on which she had been sat, to the floor and on its side. Before she could ask however, He summoned her to ride the improvised wooden horse He had just created for her. Half crouching, half kneeling she dragged her wet pussy along length of the edge of the polished wooden frame. The rope sliced at her swollen clit grinding in deeper. The pain/pleasure was almost too much to bear as her arse shifted along the wooden horse.
“Hump it. I want to see you fuck it,” her Master ordered quietly, knowingly.
A pre-cum spasm, almost a mini orgasm ripped through her as she addressed herself again to the pony, tears standing in her eyes, her need to come great upon her. The horse kept her hanging on the point of coming, never able to come fully; but so close. Teetering on the edge of the well of ecstasy unable to dive in, forcing her to return to the pleasure and the pain of the horse. Rubbing her engorged clit against its hard surface, humping the leg wetly hoping to take the edge off her need until the pain won for a minute and she would have to stop, rest, then the cycle of pleasure and pain would start again. Her mini-orgasms wetting her need for an orgasm, ever increasing her appetite.
The frustration, need, hunger and wanting driving her to distraction, she had to concentrate very hard not to damage anything when she returned to her earlier task and it was with great relief as He led her to the fire. Her mind filled with relief as she was secured kneeling to the wooden mantelpiece for another flogging. The whipping soothed her tortured mind and calmed her without giving her relief; a step back from the brink taken in the wash of his strokes. A gate holding a ravenous beast penned momentarily, she lay in his arms peacefully, not realising that all she had achieved was to paper over the cracks of her need. The firm flogging had left her relaxed, but He could tell that she needed more; that she hadn’t come fully and soon, all too soon the relaxation would dissipate and the monster would surge forward to engulf her again.
He needed to help, to give her release; to tame the dragon within her, each day just as a good Master should. He was growing more aware of his subs needs; her body told Him more than her words ever would. He didn’t know if she was just incapable of framing the words, but He suspected that it was that she didn’t know herself. Once chasing the dragon’s tail she could not let go.
She would believe what she told Him but her body would say otherwise, from the flush around her nipples, the hardness of her clit, to the restless shifting of her legs. All sorts of little things that told Him what state she was in. Also He could tell from the change of pace and intensity of her squeals and whimpers.
Sitting her up He loosened the rope panties and she gasped as the erotic sensation almost overwhelmed her.
“Lie back and spread your legs wider” He ordered nudging at her legs with his hands.
She barely had time to comply before He returned. Subconsciously mind registered the fact that He had gone to fetch the rabbit to give her the relief she needed and her body thrilled to the thought of setting the beast at the gate. She almost came, even perhaps did slightly as she waited for his return; her legs moving restlessly against the carpet. So close to the edge was she, she started squirming at the first touch of the smooth cold rubber. It only took a light pressure to drive her over the edge and her fingers sped to her pussy to hold the throbbing vibrator against her equally throbbing clit.
As the fingers dug in she started to moan, which raced into screams of pure pleasure as she started to hump and fuck the vibe, nothing existing but her pleasure and her need to come. Her awareness extended only to Him and the vibe pulsing between her legs. The friction her fingers were almost too good to be true. She twisted and squirmed against the clit like a fish caught on His hook as she rode the dragon’s tail. Understanding her need; her need to finish fully, He held the vibe against ever harder - holding it despite her thrashing and mad twisting.
She wanted to tell Him, to beg Him to stop, that she couldn’t take anymore but her Master knew better; knew that she needed Him to keep pushing her further and further through the fire, the burning fire, the ecstasy and the pleasure; the pure white light until she came out the other side, throat sore from her screams of pleasure, collapsing limply in His arms; finally spent and relieved. The dragon tamed and her whole body warmed and stretched beautifully, pleasurable by the experience, tears shining in her eyes from the agony and ecstasy of the past session. Her body was totally relaxed and at last He could hold her, talking quietly, praising her, making sure she hadn’t stayed lost in the subspace that she had vanished into.
His calm voice, quiet and soothing, strong as the arms that held her safe; held her mind, carrying her spirit and soul until she was ready to take them back. Cradled gently as a baby, she turned her face towards Him and He smiled softly, contentedly with the pleasure of giving her pleasure. He was her anchor, her guide, her Master!
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