>hm.. I think I shall take you to a cabin in the woods for a weekend. On the >way we buy some clothes/toys for you (which you model). start when I tell you >where we are going.. end when we get home.
After we arrive home from our evening in the park, you tell me to go take a bath, and you'll be in shortly after you make some phone calls. I run myself a deep bubble bath, which, as I lie in the nearly scalding hot water, relaxes my muscles, soothing aches that I didn't even know I had. As is my custom when taking a bath, I have left the light off and have lit some candles on the counter as a source of soft light. After a time, you come in.
"Hello, pet....enjoying yourself?" I nod, sighing happily. The candles flicker and you case a large shadow on the wall above me as you continue. "I have just spoken with a friend of mine who has a cabin, and have arranged to use it for the weekend. This friend is one who shares my particular interests, and the cabin's very nicely outfitted. We'll go up tomorrow afternoon and spend a long weekend enjoying ourselves in the mountains. The cabin's fairly isolated, which makes it perfect for what I have in mind."
I raise a lazy eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, might that be?" I sink down a bit deeper into the hot water and the bath swirls around me.
"You'll find out. Oh, and we have some shopping to do before we go up, pet. Your clothing is not nearly revealing enough."
"I think you'd just like me to go naked in public." I flick a few bubbles playfully in your direction.
You chuckles, and say, "Not just yet, pet. You're not quite trained well enough for that."
Tonight, not even the thought of being forced to go in public without clothes can bother me, and I laugh and sink a little deeper. The candlelight and the hot water has worked its intended spell; I am relaxed and cleansed from the afternoon's scene. You hold out a hand to me. "Come on, pet, you're going to look like a raisin if you stay in any longer." I take your hand and climb out of the tub, a trifle gracelessly. You surround me with a fluffy towel and I make pleased sounds in the back of my throat as you rub me dry. Then, you lead me to the big bed, which you have lit candles near, and I lie down and smile invitingly to you. After shedding your clothes, you climb in next to me, cuddling close.
You kiss the top of my head gently, breathing in the light fragrance of my hair. "Mmmmm, pet, have I told you I love you today yet?"
I shift closer to you, nuzzling your chest with my mouth. "I think you did....can't quite remember, now, though....it's been a long day."
"Well, I do love you, very much." You caress my face and bring it up to kiss you. I surprise you by taking the initiative on the kiss, darting my tongue quickly into your mouth, sucking lightly on your tongue as it slips into my mouth in answer. We spend a time like this, our tongues telling each other secrets in a language only our bodies understand. After we break the kiss and come up for air, one of your hands slips down to cup my ass, caressing the warm firmness of it, feeling the muscle tense and relax as I shift. I kiss you again, seeming almost hungry for your mouth, running a wandering hand along your body.
With some surprise, I find you are hard again; you have come so many times today that I had not expected you to be capable of arousal. I take the heavy firmness of you into my hand and, as our lips part, murmur, "You must be superhuman!"
I can hear a smile in your voice as you say, "No, my dear, it is just that you are so sweetly irresistible." I begin to answer, but your lips still my voice as you slip a hand under me and lift me so that I am straddling you. I look down at you, my normally light eyes dark in the warm glow of the candles. You lay a finger on my lips, but I feel no urge to speak as your other hand guides my hips down, my pussy enfolding you with heat as I surround you.
I pull my knees up under me to give me leverage to move, and we quickly settle into a smooth, slow, rhythm of thrusting. There is no urgency about this, and we are flowing like water into one another. The steel rings on my collar catch the candlelight as I slowly ride the pleasure that is coursing through us both, my breasts swaying gently with the movements of our bodies. I run my hands over your chest in inexpressible delight that you are here with me.
The rhythm between us quickens, though there us still no urgency in it. I raise up and down on you much as if I were posting on a horse, my thighs rubbing against your hips, my pussy gripping and releasing your cock in its own rhythm. I look steadily down into your eyes and between us passes overwhelming feeling. I feel as if I am downing, yet ecstatic with shared pleasure. We begin to move more and more quickly, my hips rising and falling now in time with our breaths. Suddenly, it is there; the pleasure crests, your cock swelling inside of me as you pull me down onto you, my breasts pressing into your chest as you wrap your arms around me. I cry out as I feel you explode inside of me; I can feel the pleasure you take is my body and my pussy tightens around you, caressing you as you spasm. You moan into my ear as you hold me against you, I murmuring in pleasure as the rhythm slows to a halt. For several long minutes, we stay in that position, I stretched on top of you, clinging close to you as our breaths slow and deepen.
Finally, I roll to one side, not breaking the hold we have on each other. As we lie cuddled close, you slip out of me and kiss me again, gently. I open my eyes and look into yours, and smile. "I love you." My voice is soft, and filled with wonder.
You pull me closer to you; I feel your heart beating as you look at me, smiling softly. "I love you too, pet." You kiss my eyes closed and I relax against you. In a few moments my deeper breathing tells you that I have fallen asleep. You soon join me in sleep, letting the candles burn themselves out on the table by the bed.
The next morning, I wake to find that you've woken and gotten up ahead of me. I stretch luxuriously, and a flicker at the corner of my vision tells me that you are in the doorway of the bedroom and are watching me. I roll over and smile sleepily at you, my tangled hair falling over one eye. "Mmmmm....morning. How are you, sir?"
You come to the bed and kiss me fondly. "Just fine, pet. Get up--we should leave in another hour."
"What should I pack?"
You look thoughtful. "Just toiletries, and clothes for the way home. You won't be needing clothes while we're there."
I nod and slowly get out of bed, stretching. After a shower and throwing my things into a small bag, I am almost ready to go. I poke my head into the living room and ask, "What should I wear today?"
"Normal street clothes, with the usual modifications. We have a few stops to make on the way there." I disappear and reappear in a mid-calf skirt and another tight tank top, this one in green. We throw the few things we're taking with us into the car and get on the road.
I seem to be a bit sleepy, still, and doze in the passenger seat as you drive. I perk up as we pull into the parking lot of a nearby mall. You kiss my cheek and say, "I'm going to drop you off here while I go get a surprise or two for you. I want you to go and buy some pretty, and very sexy things at Victoria's Secret. Make sure they're things I'll approve of, and be back at the entrance at an hour." I nod, kiss you, and start to slide away. Instead of letting me go, you slide a finger into one of the rings on my collar, holding me still. "Who do you belong to, pet?"
"You, sir. Only you."
You release me, and say, "Remember that. You are to be modest and respectful, and remember that you are mine, totally." Again I nod, and this time slide out of the car without interruption. At the entrance of the mall, I look back at you, twitch my hips flirtatiously, and disappear inside.
An hour later on the mark, we reconvene and begin on our way again. It's a fairly short drive to the mountains, only about two and a half hours, and the time passes quickly, I acting much more animated than I had before. I've obviously finished waking up, and chatter about everything under the sun to you as we travel. Absently, as you drive, your hand rests on my thigh, occasionally slipping up under my skirt to massage the smoothness of my freshly shaven pussy. I squirm, but say nothing, simply scooting a bit closer to you.
By the time we get there, you have been rubbing my clit in this fashion intermittently for over and hour, and so I'm quite distracted when we finally reach the cabin. You stop the car, and I look around, noting that we are surrounded by thick forest, and through the open window of the car, I can hear nothing but the wind in the tees and the occasional blue jay. You pull me to you and kiss me hard, holding my head to your mouth with a hard hand. When you break the kiss, you say, "Take off all of your clothes. You will be wearing nothing this weekend except your collar and whatever things I will put on you. This starts now and only ends when we get in the car to go home."
I slip out of the car and pull off my clothes, looking around as I do so. The cabin looms before, me, more of a house in the mountains than a proper cabin. I pile my clothes on the seat of the cat and turn to you, looking for more instructions.
You have gotten out of the car, and rounded the car to reach me. You kiss me, and I press myself to you, finding that you are half-aroused already. As I rub my pelvis against yours, you harden and your tongue searches my mouth. You pull back and smile down at me. "Your service this weekend starts now. Nothing you are to say to me is to be outside of the context of being my slave. If there is something you wish to talk to me about, you know the safeword." I nod, shivering a little in anticipation. Your hand slides down you fondle my pussy, which is dripping wet because of your attentions on the drive over. "Hmmmm....I've not enjoyed you yet today, pet. I think that will change right now."
Your hands on my hips, you boost me up so I'm sitting on the hood of the car, which happens, to be about at your waist height. With no further ado you unzip your pants and thrust smoothly into me, sinking your teeth into my shoulder, I giving a high pitched cry at the double onslaught. You are rough with me, pinching my nipples and biting me hard, driving yourself into me over and over again. I lean my head back and let it loll, my mouth open to let my cries loose into the forest, my legs wrapped around your hips, pulling you into me. The scent of pine mixes with the scent of our sweat as we fuck, you moaning as my cunt wraps around you, squeezing.
I feel you growing harder in me, swelling, and I raise myself to you. Your hand closes on my left breast, squeezing it brutally, your nails digging into the small of my back as your mouth comes down on me. You loose a moan into my mouth as you swell and explode into me, buried deep in me, still fondling me roughly as you finish coming. You hold me to you for a moment and then slide out of me.
"Get the bags and take them inside. I will be waiting for you there." You turn and go up the stairs to unlock the door. I slide off of the car hood. Feeling the places where bruises will be in a few minutes ache as I move. The pine needles on the driveway prick my feet as I walk; I wince and whimper a bit but otherwise don't complain.
Inside, I drop my load inside the door and survey the inside. My original impression was correct--this is far more than some little cabin in the back woods. The person who owns this has both expensive tastes and the money to implement them. I notice all of the chairs have discreet places to attach ropes, and in the doorway I am standing in has metal-reinforced holes that would be just right to screw eye hooks into.
You come out of a hallway that I assume leads back to bedrooms or some such thing, and stop to regard me. There are several bruises on my breast that are darkening to a deep purple, and a bite mark on my right shoulder, startlingly red against the pale smoothness of my skin. You step over to me, caressing my wounded should, chuckling as I wince a little bit at the tenderness of the spot. Kissing my ear, you say, "go put on one of the outfits you bought today, and model it for me. You can use the bathroom to put it on, if you like."
I do so, scampering to put on one of the most interesting outfits that I found earlier today. It consists of a very skimpily-cut teddy, in a deep purple moire fabric. The neckline plunges to show off my cleavage, and it is cut high to show the maximum amount of thigh. to complete the outfit, I pull on silk stockings, attaching the thigh-highs to the teddy with garter clips in the same deep purple. I pad out into the living room and dace you, doing a turn so you can see all of me. My hair is unbound and falls softly on my back and shoulders.
You smile. "I am very pleased. Come here." I do so, purring softly as you rub my exposed and bare pussy lips. "Very nice, indeed. I like the stocking." Your hand runs over the contours of my leg, made slippery by the silk over it. "Hold out your hands, pet."
As I do so, you slip a leather cuff over one and then the other wrist, buckling it firmly into place. My ankles get the same treatment with another pair of cuffs, and then you stand back and regard me, a pleased smile on your face.
"Now, pet, there's an aspect of your education that I have not started yet, mostly because it's quite noisy and I wouldn't want to have the neighbors call the police. However, out here, as you've noticed, there are no neighbors, and while your lungs are strong, my dear, I doubt even you can scream loud enough to rouse anything more than a chipmunk and some birds out here."
You step over to an apparatus that I'd originally taken to be a clothes rack but, not that I notice it, is much sturdier than the average clothes rack. Also, it is fastened to the floor through some sort of bolting system that I can't see from where I am. you beckon to me. "Come here, slavegirl, and see what I have for you." I do so, and you clip the rings on my wrists and ankles to the frame. After you adjust the apparatus to my height, you belt a wide piece of leather around my midsection. The leather is padded, and attaches to the frame in such a way that even if I somehow lost consciousness, my weight would be hanging on this support rather than on my arms, where I could very possibly injure myself should I sag.
You stand back, looking at me. As a last touch, you blindfold me tightly, so I can't see anything you'll be doing before it happens. I hear your voice in my ear, "You are quite beautiful, you know, standing like that. I think...." You voice fades and I feel your breath blowing gently down my body. Then, I feel your tongue on my bade pussy lips and jump in spite of myself. The enforced darkness only serves to intensify the sensation as you suck and nibble on my lips, sliding a pair of fingers up into my cunt. As you swirl your tongue around my clit, I throw my head back and gasp, feeling the shock of it echo through my whole body.
Your mouth disappears and I sob with its absence. Then there is a time when I can hear you moving about in the room, the ache in my pussy simply growing with time. I hear you cross behind me several times, and I flinch, feeling just how exposed I am, spread like this. My arms begin to ache a bit and I move without thinking, encountering the cuffs before I've moved more than an inch.
This is a cue, seemingly, and, without warning, I receive a resounding smack on my ass with what feels like a heavy addle. A heavy paddle with holes in it, I amend as I feel the places where it stings more than a normal blow would have. I whimper as I feel you move around me, from the sound of it hooking something to the apparatus, whatever it is coming to rest directly on my clit, you nudging it gently between my pussy lips and somehow fastening it there. Then, I hear a switch flip, and blessed sensations begin to flow through my body as I recognize the thing nestles between my legs as a vibrator, the delicious sensations making my knees weak. I forget to listen for your movements and simply enjoy myself for a little bit, until...
SMACK! I scream at the shock, the pain on my ass contrasting with the pleasure centered on my clit. I sob, and the paddle thwacks me again, stinging my ass more with every contact. The paddle comes down again, and again, and again, over and over,, setting up a terrible rhythm as I hover in the territory between pleasure and pain. I scream and sob, despite myself, my breaths coming fast and my tears spilling freely down my face. I am light-headed, the pain eventually melding with the pleasure in one mass of sensation. The paddle swings over and over, paddling not only my ass but the backs of my thighs. On occasion, you stop for a minute, letting me recover a bit and giving me hope for escape before you plunge me again into the terrible pleasure/pain sensation. I struggle against my bonds fruitlessly, with no hope of escape.
My screams are now in a rhythm with your smacks, the hard hits welting me at least. My ass feels as hot as if I'd been sitting on a lit stove, burning with pain and friction. The pleasure in my clit is melded with the sensation, and it grows and grows until the whole thing overwhelms me and I come, screaming louder than I've ever screamed, hurting and in wonderful pleasure all at the same time. Your paddling rides me through the orgasm to its very ending, when I shudder for the last time and sag in my bonds, head light and not caring about anything, just, for the moment, being.
The vibrator switches off. I feel your hand caressing my ass, the touch hurting even though it's very light. I sob again softly, too tired to do anything more. Dimly, I feel you unbuckle my arms and legs, letting my arms fall and nudging my feet together. "Can you stand, pet?" I nod and put all of my weight on my feet, and you undo the support around my middle. Even though I'm doing my best to keep on my feet, I stagger a bit, and then feel your arm around my waist and your shoulder under my arm, supporting me. with your free hand you take the blindfold from my eyes and say, "We're going to go lie down for a bit, pet. The bedroom's only a few steps away--try and make it."
You help me into the bedroom, my head sagging and my eyes tight shut. you quickly take the teddy off of me and lie me down on my stomach. In a few moments, I feel your hands on my reddened and welted ass, I intake my breath to scream again, but nothing comes out. I lie limp as a doll as you rub some sort of lotion into my ass, soothing it a bit. Then you climb into bed beside me, and take me into your arms. You notice that I am still crying, my nose running as the tears run softly down my cheeks. Kissing my forehead, you gently use a washcloth to wipe my eyes and nose, saying, "Sssh, now. It's all right. It's perfectly all right. you were very good."
I look up at you, still sniffling. "I-I was?" My voice is hoarse from all the screaming, and I suddenly notice that my throat is very dry. "Can I have some water, please?"
You give me a glass. as I sip, you say, "Yes, you were. I'm very proud of you, pet. It was very difficult for you, I know. But the first time is always the hardest, and this is a necessary part of your training."
I choke a little on my water. "The first time?"
"Yes, pet, the first time. You have to have all of your defenses stripped, if I'm to accomplish anything with you at all. I have to break you, my dear, so you'll be strong when you need to be."
"Oh...." My voice is soft as my head drops down onto your chest. you take the glass of water from me.
You stroke my hair gently, cradling me against you. "And I will say, my pet, that it was most difficult to break you on this one. Took nearly three and a half hours from the time I strapped you in. Tired me out, you did."
I lazily open one eye and confirm that dusk is falling. Nearly four hours have gone by since we arrived here, and I'd spent much of it in that timeless haze, having the last of my pride stripped from me. "Tired....me, too."
"I know, sweet.. Which is why I'm going to let you sleep it off rather than require you to serve me tonight. You've been a very good girl, very good indeed."
My voice is muffled and slow, as I'm on the verge of falling asleep. "Thank you, sir....." My mouth closes and you know from my breathing that I have fallen fast asleep. For a long time, you sit gazing into my sleeping face, free for once of the tension that I keep even asleep. Then, you curl up around me, holding me gently so if I should wake I'll know you're here. And then you, too, sleep.
I wake late the next morning, you still fast asleep beside me. My ass still hurts from the previous night, but not as much as I thought it would. I nuzzle you into waking, kissing your cheek and mouth and ear persistently. When you come awake, you kiss me gently, and say, "Morning, pet."
"Mmmm, morning, sir." You idly begin to play with my body, waking first one nipple and then the other into awareness, stroking my sides and my hips, playing with my hair. I cuddle close, purring softly, simply happy we're here.
Your hand wanders down and playfully pinches my butt. I yelp and come suddenly fully awake, to find you gleefully grinning at me. "Hurts, does it?"
"Yes, sir, it does." Softly, I kiss you again, trying to ask without words for a reprieve. But none such is coming. You give me a slap on the ass that stings almost as much as anything done to me yesterday.
"Go shower, pet. When you're done, come find me." I nod and scamper for the bathroom.
The hot water feels wonderful, everywhere except my ass, where it stings. And yet, the pain brings back memories of yesterday. I flush with arousal, and blush in spite of being alone. I wonder idly if there will be more of the same today....or if you have more fiendish things in store for me. I'm not sure which is worse, the known quantity or the fear of the unknown.
After I dry myself off and come into the kitchen, I find you've made pancakes for the two of us. You motion me to kneel on the floor next to your chair, where you feed me bits and pieces of breakfast with you eat. I remain patient; this is a familiar game, and I know you'll eventually tire of it. You set my plate in front of me, instructing me not to use my hands in eating it. The pancakes are delicious, not matter how they're fed to me, so I eagerly comply. Besides, I think, I probably couldn't manage to sit today, anyway.
You get up, stretch, and tell me to clean up after breakfast, and to be done by the time you're done with your shower. I do so, quickly doing the dishes. When you come out, you pull me close and kiss me, hard. You growl at me as you break the kiss, "Now, pet, you will please me, to make up for when I wanted you to yesterday and you couldn't." I want to protest but silence myself, only nodding as you lead me into the living room, scene of yesterday's session.
You pull my hand to your groin, pushing my hand down on your hardness. "The sight of you naked and collared alone was enough to do this to me, pet. Now, finish what you started!" With that, you sit on the couch, leaning back and waiting for me to make a move.
I quickly fumble your fly open, your cock springing free as soon as it is released from the confines of your pants. quickly, I pull the head of your cock into my mouth, sucking on it. My pussy warms as I sensually attack your cock with my mouth, using all of the tricks I know and some I make up on the spot to bring pleasure to you. My tongue lashes your cock, focusing on the underside, my lips firmly ringing your cock, taking you into the back of my throat and using my throat muscles to massage the head.
When you explode into me, I drink your come gratefully, your moans telling me that this release was quite welcome. When you finish spurting into my mouth, I lay my head on your lap, closing my eyes and waiting for whatever will happen next.
When you catch your breath, you say, "Very good, pet. I love it when you do that, you know."
I open my eyes and smile up at you. "I know, sir, I know."
You continue to lie back, making those "pondering" noises I know so well. "I think we'll go downstairs today, dear. My friend has some very interesting contraptions, and I'd love to try you out on a few of them." You get up and leash me, and lead me down the dark, narrow stairs to a room that seems impossibly large. I realize it's been dug far back into the side of the hill the cabin is on and lined with mirrors, making it seem much larger than it actually is.
There are any number of odd things down here. I recognize the familiar duffel bag that you usually carry your toys in, but the rest of is utterly strange to me. I stick close by you as you lead me to the center of the room and tell me to sit. I do, wincing as I put my weight on my ass. you chuckle, and I know this was the intended effect.
You finally, apparently, find what you are looking for--a modified version of a spanking horse, padded with a leather covering, and a large number of rings for hooking bonds to. Again, the ankle and wrist cuffs are buckled into me, as I tremble in a mix of anticipation and fear. I know this is going to hurt, and hurt badly. But I also know from yesterday that I have no choice...and the pleasure is so exquisite, that I'm not sure if I'd say no even if I had the chance.
Without ceremony, you bend me over the spanking horse, securing my ankles spread wide and my wrists just below my head. I have even less freedom to move in this position than I did yesterday, and after a few minutes, I discover why.
You are speaking to me soothingly as you move about, gathering things. I am not blindfolded, and it appears that you do not intend to blindfold me for today's session. You screw nipple clamps tightly down onto my nipples, giving them a twist as you walk around in back of me, to my exposed and still painful ass. I feel your hand on me, caressing, and then...wetness? I cannot crane my head to look, but it feels as if.....yes, that is definitely lubricant that you are rubbing onto my pussy and asshole.
I feel my ass being opened as you start to slip something into me slowly. It is cool, almost cold, and it slides easily into my well-lubed ass, flaring in me. I've had one of these in me before, and I know it to be a butt plug. Then, another cool thing slides into my pussy, burrowing deep inside me and coming to rest on my cervix, the sensation nearly but not quite uncomfortable. You raise my hips a bit and slide what feels like a leather strap under me, buckling around my waist and then pulling it under me, holding the dildo and the ass plug in me, and holding something different and interesting against my clit. It feels cool, but the cool of plastic rather than silicon, and I guess that among your many purchases yesterday were several types of vibrators.
My suspicion is confirmed as you press a hidden switch and the electrifying sensations begin on my clit. I feel stuffed so incredibly full, the sensation is unimaginable. I feel as if I will burst, and the thrumming coming from my clit is not helping matters any.
And then what I knew would happen does. I hear a whistle, and my entire being is shocked with pain as something rains down on my ass. From the sensation, I think it's a cat o'many tails, wielded expertly to create the maximum sensation. And then, I stop thinking altogether.
If I thought yesterday was bad, this is infinitely worse. You lash me, and lash me, and occasionally switch to a light or heavy paddle, seemingly as the whim takes you. On already sore skin, this is agony. But the fire on my ass is answered by the throbbing in my clit and the tightening of my pussy around the dildo. I scream again and again, crying, sobbing that I don't want to feel this, to stop, stop. But it goes on regardless. And on, and on...until I feel everything crescendo, and I spasm, sobbing out my pleasure. You can see the tension in the line of my back, how the muscles bunch and release as the pleasure flattens me, over and over again.
I expect it to stop, now that I've come. But it does not. Instead, it keeps going, my clit being overstimulated by the vibrator, you lashing my ass like it's the only thing in the world that matters. and maybe it is. But now the dam has broken, and after a short time I find I am coming over and over again...I who have never been multiorgasmic. The sound of the lashes and my screams mix, my eyes tight shut as I hang my head, giving myself over completely to the sensations. I no longer can form intelligible words, as the sensations go on and on, taking me past whatever limits I have into a kind of peculiar headspace, where I am buffeted by white light, transcending both pain and pleasure. The sensations are transformed into light and sound, buffeting my spirit back and forth. For a long, long time I stay in this space, no longer sobbing but making ecstatic noises of pleasure.
I feel myself slowly coming down out of my headspace, sliding back into my body effortlessly. My body that in most part aches and in other parts hurts very badly-- I can feel the muscles on my ass bruising as I lie, limply exhausted. The vibrator has been shut off but left nuzzling up against my clit, and I still feel very full from the dildo and ass plug. After a little bit, I summon the energy to open my eyes and look around at you. You are standing near my head, smiling down at me. I make a little whine, the only sound I have the energy to at the moment, and drop my head down again.
You pet my head, running your fingers through my sweat-dampened hair. "Well, pet, how was that?" I can only moan softly in response. You chuckle, and round the spanking horse to remove the leather strap from me, catching the vibrator egg as it falls into your hand. Slowly, you work the ass plug out of me, and then the dildo. Tears come to my eyes, in spite of myself. I have come so many times that, as you slide a few exploratory fingers into my pussy, is very, very slippery and loose with satiation. You disconnect the ankle cuffs from the spanking horse and then the wrist cuffs, and help me stand. I am wobbly and lean on you, trying to get used to being upright again.
You lead me over to a couch in the room and sit down, pulling me onto your lap and managing, somehow, to avoid making me sit on my ass, which is just now starting to really hurt, the euphoria breaking down at last. It hurts much worse than it ever did last night, and as you pull me close to you, I begin to cry again out of a mixture of happiness sand extreme pain. You hold me tightly as the storm passes, leaving me, if possibly, more emptily exhausted than before. You know better than to comfort me with words at times such as this one.
Finally, I lie silent in your arms, and you use a tissue to wipe off my wet face. Kissing me gently on the forehead, you ask, "you okay, pet?" I nod, silently, unable to speak. You shift me around until I am lying on my stomach on the couch, and begin to again rub lotion onto the very painful skin on my ass. I whimper loudly as the pain increases yet again, but do not have the energy to protest. You begin to talk quietly and tell me what a good pet I am, and how beautiful I am, and how beautiful it was when I was bound and helpless, submitting without a thought for escape. You brush my hair away from my face and kiss me, and say, "You've earned a reprieve from corporal punishment of this sort for the next few days. I don't want to really damage you, after all." I murmur in thanks as you rub the rest of the lotion into my aching back, arms, and legs, soothing away the pains.
I must have fallen asleep then, because my next memory is of you kissing me again, and saying, "Wake up, sleepyhead, you've slept quite long enough." I stretch and notice that my aches have faded somewhat; I am still face down on the couch.
"How long did I sleep?" I wriggle my shoulders to make sure they still work.
"Only about an hour. Do you feel better?"
"Yes, much...amazing what a nap will do for you."
The rest of the evening (as it is now late afternoon--I was in the euphoric state much, much longer than I had thought) is taken up by us cooking together a meal of some proportions--spaghetti and sourdough bread and salad and, for dessert, French vanilla ice cream with dark chocolate syrup on it. You allow me to sit at the table to eat, thoughtfully putting a big pillow on the chair in deference to my still very painful ass. My ass is not only badly welted, but there are also little bloody lines drawn over it, testament to the force that the cat whipped me with. They have started to scab over, but my movements awake new lines of fire in them as the new scabs stretch and break slightly. I am hungry beyond words, and so are you--the morning and afternoon sapped strength from both of us, and we eat with good appetite.
Later, after we've moved to the living room and put Dvorak's New World Symphony on the (cunningly hidden) CD player, we feed each other ice cream with spoons and fingers, both ending up delightfully sticky. My head rests on your chest, and I listen to your heart beat as I contemplate the candles we lit before dinner. I am still stiff and achy, but the worst of it has fled, and you help by idly massaging my shoulders gently, driving out any remaining tension in them. I raise my head and kiss your lips gently, and say, "I love you, sir. I really do."
You wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer. "I love you too, pet." I make contented noises and lick your neck where a stray smear of chocolate has come to the attention of my very sensitive nose. I am nearly on the verge of falling asleep again, and this time you let me, only waking me up briefly to get me up to move to the bedroom, where you soon join me in contented slumber.
I awake the next morning to a pair of rather astonishing sensations--a mouth sucking on my nipple and a hand massaging my clit. I moan and open my eyes, to discover that you're producing both of these sensations. You stop sucking, look up at me, and grin impishly. "Thought you might appreciate a nice wake-up call."
"Mmmmm.....I did, indeed." I pull your mouth to mine and kiss you firmly, savoring the feel of your body against mine. We are both still sticky from last night, the remnants of chocolate and ice cream causing out skins to stick together, but I don't pay any heed to that, nor the sudden pain as my ass wakes and begins to complain. After a long time of kissing, you push the top of my head down, suggesting what I was feeling like doing anyway. I kiss my way down your body and to your cock, which I nuzzle gently before licking my way up and down it. I am in no hurry this morning, and it is times like this that you are most grateful for my experiences in making love to women, as they show in my technique. Now, I am soft yet persistent, causing the pleasure to rise and fall in you, my gentle sucking causing your arousal to come slower but with building heat. Gently, gently I lash your cock with my tongue, changing motions every few minutes for the maximum sensation. this morning, I am simply enjoying the feeling of your cock in my mouth, the unique combination of soft skin and hardness and warmth, your hands tangling in my hair as you moan in pleasure.
My hand slips up to weigh your balls in my hands and I caress them, softly, being careful not to hurt. Then, gently, I reach up behind them and massage your perineum, the sensation combined with my persistent sucking and licking serving to push you over the edge we have spent so long building up to, and I feel you stiffen and moan loudly, holding my head to your cock as if afraid that I will leave, and your come bursts into my mouth. I swallow you, still sucking gently, and continue to suck until you have gone mostly limp, and your breathing has slowed a bit. I kiss you gently and say, "Good morning."
You moan in response. We doze some more, letting morning slide over us gently, and finally realize we should probably clean up and go. this is accomplished fairly quickly, and before we know it we're almost ready to go. You give me a quick slap on the behind that sets my ass flaring with pain, and another feeling flares as well--immediate arousal. You watch the quizzical look on my face and laugh. "I see what I had intended this weekend is accomplished, my dear. Get used to that feeling; there's still some more work to do on your pleasure map, but this weekend conditioned you to be aroused by the kind of pain only I can give you, my pet."
I moan in understanding, knowing that there are many more spanking to follow this weekend. Perhaps never so severe--but I will enjoy them all.
You help me carry our things to the car, me still quite naked to the world--even if that world is a forest and all that can see me is birds and maybe a squirrel. Leaned against the car, you kiss me again, and tell me to get back into my street clothes. I do so quickly, and sit gently down on the passenger side as you start the car. My ass burns and I feel a striking need to masturbate, but don't dare. I can't resist, though, rubbing myself through my skirt--anything that offers a little bit of release....
You reach over, lift my skirt, and attack my clit with your fingers, knowing exactly how to touch me. I moan, my pussy tightening, and as you slip a finger into me I shudder, pressing myself against your hands as I come quickly and without ceremony, shuddering, my eyes closed tight. "There, pet. that should do you for the ride home....the two and a half hour ride home." I moan, thinking of it, and resolve to be strong.
The ride home is torturous for me, every bump in the road arousing me, but I know I can't touch myself. Finally, we are home, and I shuck my clothes. When I turn, I find that you, too have taken off your clothes, and are sitting on one of the armless chairs. "Come, pet. Please me with that pussy of yours." you are already aroused, and I quickly come over and straddle you, looking into your eyes as I impale myself on your cock. I am in dire need from the trip home, and my pussy grips your cock tightly, almost seeming to suck at it as I throw my head back and savagely ride you, thinking of nothing but my own need and your pleasure. The pleasure builds and builds, and breaks over us at the same time, you gripping my ass tightly and sending me into paroxysms of the combination of pain and pleasure I've learned to find so sweet. I shudder and twist on your cock, my moaning becoming light near-screams as I pant, you sinking your teeth into my shoulder as you come deep in me, shuddering yourself.
We slump against each other, satisfied for the moment. I rest my head on your shoulder, wordlessly kissing your neck, you still buried deep within me, our bodies shivering with aftershocks. Outside, it begins to rain.
8/28/1996