I crept into the bedroom with a grin on my face, the non-descript box that I had made a special trip to the post office to pick up in my hand. Sir was asleep in the bed, but I couldn't wait to give him his surprise. Placing the box on the bed, I join him under the covers and carefully menouver until I am straddling him. Gently, I run my hands up his bare chest and lean over to kiss him and then move on to nuzzling and gently biting at his jaw and neck. He awakens, rubbing my back with his hands as his body greets me with enthusiasm. Grinning, I straighten up and grab the box, placing it on his chest.
"Oh?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow, "What is this?"
"A surprise," I tell him, my excitement obvious in both my voice and body posture. "Open it." I urge as I slide off of him onto the bed so he has room to open the box.
A moment later he dumps the contents onto the bed after my assurance that nothing is breakable. Digging through the newspaper that had been used as stuffing, he comes across a long object wrapped in plastic wrap. A smirk dances across his face as a knowing look comes into his eyes. Impatient to see what I had gifted him, Sir tears through the plastic wrap until he feels the soft leather of his newest addition to his toy chest. He finished unwrapping the brand new elk hide flogger, admiring the craftsmanship. The long tails were black and neatly trimmed, and the handle was designed with a subtle black and dark blue check pattern.
He swings it a few times to test the weight and runs his hands down the tails. Silently, but still vibrating with excitement, I hand him the second item also wrapped in plastic. Arching a brow, he tears into the plastic this time revealing a bull hide flogger with double the amount of tails as the elk hide. Grinning, he tests that one out, admiring the weight.
"A matching set? And it isn't even Christmas yet." He says to me as he motions for me to get off the bed. I was already prepared to be his first test subject and was barely dressed, in anticipation of the occasion.
"On your knees," he orders me and I quickly obey, looking forward to the thud of well crafted implements against my bare skin.
*Crack* When the first stroke against my haunches. *Crack* Went the second stroke on the other side, matching the first in intensity. *Crack* My right shoulder. *Crack* My left shoulder, Sir's need for symetry obvious in his expert placement. He teased me with light hits, startled me with harder hits, chuckling at my gasps of both pain and pleasure as the leather licked my skin. I was blissfully headed into subspace, my body responding and tightening deep within me.
But then there was silence. My skin twitched at the slightest sound, expecting the harsh yet seductive feel of leather at any moment. My eyes were closed, I dare not look at what Sir was doing. And then I felt it. The touch of the toy we called Big Red against my tight ass. Sir had stopped flogging me so that he could prepare the toy to penetrate me. I bent down so that he would have better access as he carefully and smoothly slid it into me, my breath catching at the widest part of the plug before it was fully inside.
I could feel him move away from me as my body adjusted to the intrusion, but this was not the time for niceties. *Crack* The sound of the bull hide flogger echoed in the room and my ears. The first flare of heat as the weight of the leather tails brushed down my back. My flesh clamped down on the toy inside me, making me cry out. *Crack* A harder hit square on my butt cheek. *Crack* Matching heat on the other cheek. I cried out, almost protesting. It hurt. But it was that oh so fine line between erotic and pure pain. A hit to the spot right below my shoulder blades. A matching stroke on the other side. Another to the shoulders, another to my hip. Soon, the strokes came one after another until I was panting both with need for him and pain, the endorphins giving me a sense of being high as I lost count, my mind quieting and retreating, my body existing only for his use.
So lost in the sensations it took me a moment to realize Sir had stopped. My back radiated heat and I could feel moisture pooling between my legs. "Stand," He commanded, his voice deepening and taking on the detached sound that only happened when he was completely in his element. Wobbly, almost dizzy, I did as I was told. Fortunately, I was not to be on my feet for long.
"Get the oil." He commanded as he took position on the bed. Sometime, I didn't know when, he had stripped completely naked. His cock was tumescent, his need for me, for release, quite apparent.
Retrieving the oil, I liberally covered my hand and took my place beside him on the bed, still on my knees. Taking hold of his cock my mind slowly began to come out of its daze as I proceeded to pleasure him. I closed my hand on him as hard as I could while still being able to move and slowly slid my hand up, tightly coming up over the head of his cock. I rested my fist against it for a moment and then reversed the motion, this time "forcing" his cock into my fist, maintaining pressure until I got all the way down to the root. Slowly, I continued this movement until he grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand off. With his other hand he grabbed my ample breast, kneeding and squeezing until he reached my nipple. He toyed with it, my back arching as the sensations shot down to my core, the plug in my ass making me feel full. Still squeezing, he sat up and brought his mouth to my nipple, almost inhaling it as he forced as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. I moan as he increased the suction, slowly letting the flesh fall out. I cried out as my body shuddered, my skin almost too sensitive.
He ravished my breasts, biting, sucking, tormenting. I ached with the need for him, ached for him to be inside me. I didn't care how. All that mattered was the ache, the need, the knowledge that I was his and his only to be played with. Finally, he said what I was wanting so desperately to hear. "I need to be inside you." I shivered with anticipation. Nodding, I waited for him to tell me how he wanted me. "I think I need more oil, don't you?" Nodding again, I liberally applied more oil to his cock. "Take the toy out." I shivered again. A toy was one thing, but his cock in my ass was another.
Big Red was removed and set aside for cleaning later. I used the remaining oil on my hands to make sure that I was ready to be penetrated, also making sure not to clench too much. Sir was laying on the bed again and he motioned for me to straddle him. Slowly, I moved into position, a bit higher up than when we have regular sex. I lift myself up and position the tip of him at the opening and then slowly slide down. The toy had done the initial work of opening me up so there was none of the hesitating that sometimes happens. I slide down and down and down, spreading my ass cheeks until I have as much of him inside me as I can. Then I flex, just once. His back bowes as the sensation causes him to gasp. I slide up until he is almost outside of me before sliding down him again. I hold myself there, enjoying the feeling. Leaning forward, I offer my breasts. Again, he ravishes them, holding them together in such a way that he can hold both of the nipples in his mouth. I moan as once again he finds that fine line.
Almost incoherent, I force out the words. "Fuck me, Sir." He doesn't ask if I am sure, but takes me at my word as he rams himself again and again into my ass. I cry out and gasp with each thrust, my wrists locked in his grasp as he pulls me against him, knowing it wouldn't be long for either of us. Our eyes lock as I am caught in his hunters gaze. Suddenly, Sir throws his head back, letting out a triumphant, primal cry as he pumps his essence into my body. I follow soon after as spasms wrack my body, sending my mind away on a golden cloud of sensations and emotion.
We were not really sure when we started to come back into ourselves. I was collapsed on Sir, our mingled sweat slick between us. Carefully, I disengaged from him and slumped to the side, cradled in his arm on the bed. We were both still breathing heavily as his fingers gently caressed my arm, sending aftershocks throughout my body. I was languid and satisfied, relishing the warmth of him at my side. When I could finally form a coherent thought, I turned my head just enough to grin at him, my face otherwise slack with quickly approaching exhaustion. "Do you like your presents?" I ask, knowing perfectly well that he did. His only response was to hold me tighter to him as he planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. Soon enough it would be time to clean up, but for now we rested in each others company, coming down from the high that we had created for each other.