I lay down on the bed naked. My ass facing up and my arms above my head, wrists bound together. I put my head down between the crook of my arm and waited. Master began. First he used the belt, slapping my legs, my ass and my back all over. I cried out each time. “I think it’s time we got you a ball gag” he stated, just before hitting me harder on my right shoulder blade. He struck me once, twice and then three times. I jumped on the last one, couldn’t help it. “Mmmmmmm delicious! Don’t forget your safe word, and I want to know if you hit yellow” Master said. He was using three instruments on me. Because of my position I couldn’t tell which one he would use until it hit my skin. I felt the belt first, all over my body, followed quickly by light taps of the riding crop. I was starting to sink into subspace a little when he whacked me with the shaft of the crop, hard! I jumped, which he was apparently expecting because his hand immediately pushed me back down. “Stay on the bed!” he demanded.
My pussy started dripping. My skin felt like it was on fire and then suddenly the thwacks of the riding crop started to feel lighter and lighter. At first I thought Master was actually using less pressure, but then he asked me what it felt like. “Butterfly kisses” I murmurered, sinking even deeper into sub space. I felt so light. Master laughed when I asked him why he was hitting me lighter. “Your pain tolerance just went up. I’m actually slapping harder than I was a minute ago, but if it’s more you want…..” He brought out my new favorite toy: a leather paddle that says SLAVE on it (backwards, so that when hit with the paddle hard enough it leaves a mark on my body that actually reads “SLAVE”). I shivered in anticipation. I felt like every sensation was multiplied by a thousand. I could feel the cool cotton of the sheets pressing against my hard nipples. I could actually feel my juices flowing a little faster out of my pussy and the liquid going down my legs a bit before hitting the bed. I felt the air from the fan as it kissed my skin. And then, while I was concentrating on other sensations, I felt the paddle come down hard on my ass.
First I tightened, but then I felt myself lift my ass into the blow. God it felt good!! It was pain and fire and pure lust all in one blow. Again he hit me with it. This time I moaned. Incredible. I am always so amazed at how my body responds to the pain. When we begin, it hurts more than it is pleasurable but just as quickly, I sink into subspace and find myself moving into the blows. I crave it. I beg for it. I go crazy without it.
By this point I was soaked… and so was the bed under me. Master started playing with my clit and fingering me as he paddled my skin. “You’re so red you look sunburned” he said as he continued his onslaught. Before I could fully enjoy his fingers he was taking them away again. I must have whimpered because he told me to shut the fuck up and enjoy what he chooses to give me…. and then he promptly stuffed me with his fat cock. I wasn’t even expecting it!! He trust deep inside me and hit my cervix, causing me to jump and try to get away from it and yet beg for more all in the same breath. He held me down with his strong arms and fucked me.
He lifted me up a bit so that I was on all fours and continued to pound my pussy. Just as I was starting to reach orgasm, he reached around and pinched my clit, rubbing it between two fingers and tugging on it a bit. OH MY GOD. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I actually think I could have lost consciousness from the pleasure/pain but somehow I managed to stay grounded and enjoy the rest of our session.
By the time he was finished, we both lay there, sweaty, wet, spent and panting. And all I could think of was “As soon as I get energy back… I want more!”
And more I got too! :) Master and I spent four hours that day fucking. I’m raw and tired and worn out and yet still….. I want more!