I walk back into the room, my shoes echoing each step on the wooden floor walking towards where I left her.
She was left positioned over a narrow bench, dressed in a loose, innocent flowing summer dress, her legs spread wide, ankles cuffed in red leather studded cuffs to a bar. Leaning over the bench, her arms hanging down on the other side of the bench, cuffed with more red studded leather cuffs under the bench to her legs.
I walk around to her face, she looks up and smiles a flirty smile as she sees me in white shirt, tie and trousers, she has a short intake of air as the sight excites her.
I lean forward and stroke her pretty face, softly against her cheeks and her eyes softly smile back up at me "I am yours, do as you please" she says before gently biting her bottom lip.
My hand drops to her throat and my smile turns to a gain as I lean forward till my mouth is alongside her ear, "Be careful what you wish for My Little Butterfly", my grip tightens as I softly nibble her ear lobe perfectly knowing how it will.send a lightening signal directly between her legs.
Walking round the bench I admire and appreciate every curve of her beautiful body as if it is the first time I've ever seen them but my mind wanders as I remember the taste and feeling of each of these perfect curves.
I stand behind her and slowly lift her dress, "you look so pretty in this dress My Butterfly, I can't wait to take you out in public later and show you off", she shakes her arse as she giggles at me, at the thought of what's going to happen now and later.
I take a knife out of my pocket, and hear a squeel of expectation and shock as she hears it click open and then feels the cold steel against her skin as I lift the now damp gusset from her body and quickly cut it open, followed by a swift slice from the waistband down the the gusset, feeling the coldness slide between her cheeks and cut the material. I remove her underwear and throw it down in front of her.
I run the tip of the knife slowly across her skin gently spelling out MINE before I stand back and admire her perfectly peachy arse and smooth soft thighs, all bare and ready for me to spank, paddle, flog and cane telling her that I am planing on taking her past our previous points and to the levels of heavy bruising and beautiful little breaks in the skin that she has fantasised about to me. She shreiks with excitement and adjusts her footing, her breathing speads up and her body starts to raise and lower in total anticipation.
I line up some toys, a glass dildo, a steel butt plug, a silicone vibrator, warming lube and a small bucket of ice cubes on a table.next to her bench and make.sure they are to hand for use between strikes.
Lastly, I tie a wand to her inner thigh, positioning so I can both rest it between her plump wet lips, and I can also move it away as I please.
We start slowly as her skin starts to darken and her breathing gets more intense, moving in between the different tools of pain and including the use of pleasure but not allowing her desperately wanted orgasm to appear, I ask her to count each strike in sets of 10, each getting a little bit harder.
After the flogger I ask her to remind me of her words of power and she slowly say Apple; her word for "I'm ok, dont stop", Orange; her word for "Please stop,I need a little break" and Cherry; her word for "STOP NOW!".
I reply with pride as I tell her how much she is my Good Girl and remind her to not hesitate to use them.
For being a good girl I kneel down and taste her, licking up all her heavenly juices that have escaped her for pleasure and bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
I stop and stand, my beard dripping with her taste, I move round and kneel in front of her and she her the cane, we haven't gone this far before and I see the excitement and eant in her face, "this is going to hurt My Butterfly, you've been such a good girl so far and your skin is a beautiful crimson, let's see what we can do now", he smile has some fear but the anticipation drives her to nod, "Yes, please".
The cane strikes her skin softly for the first one and she asks not to build, just to strike, "are you sure?" I ask, "yes" she replies "I want to feel it on every hit, do your worst!" She turns and grins at me, fire in her eyes, "ok, but I want you to count still".
I strike hard, she squeals and squirms and growls at me "1".
I strike again and see gentle spots of blood appear, "your skin is broken, but I am not going to stop until you ask" I sadistically grunt at her, "2" she squeals back.
A 3rd, 4th, 5th strike and spots of blood appear, I run my hand gently over her arse and rub the blood down her thighs
6th, 7th and 8th, I stop.again and slide my fingers in between her soaking wet lips and I gently massage her gspot, I feel it building again, the orgasm is close, I stop and place the wand on low, 9th and 10th and she yells out "10" panting and gasping for breath.
Her arse gently bleeding still I move round to her face and kiss her "I'm so proud of you, you deserve a prize".
I slowly fuck her, force my self to the back of her throat, hold her at the point of ecstacy so long that her body aches to be set free from the edge and then hold her there longer till her brain is a fog of pain and pleasure, until I am ready to release her from the prison I built on the edge of that chasm. |
