Her body quiver as he teases his fingertips along the inside of her thigh. His touch gentle, steady, feeling her soft skin gliding under his rough hands. She raises her hips in anticipation as fingers follow the crease where her leg meets her hip. She follows his path with her own responsive body. He watches as her breathing increases and she lifts her chin; she is biting her bottom lip in a subconscious attempt to remain grounded. Teasing her with his touch, watching every reaction of her body. Listening to her moans and whimpers with every stroke of his fingers. Slowly, he traces the line of her panties. She is helpless to do anything, having her hands and ankles bound to the corners of the bed, her eyes blindfolded. She is in his absolute control. The only thing she has are her words, which at this time she is unable to find; her voice forgotten with the intensity of his touch.
Suddenly, she feels him leave her skin, his body shifting, suddenly her arousal is awareness. In her ear she hears him ask “What are your safe words?”. Clearly, she says “Green. Yellow. Red.” “Good girl.” she hears him say. She feels his body shift again, feeling the ribbons tickle as he pulls the delicate bows holding her panties in place on each side. Lost again in his touch, she lifts her hips in anticipation as her panties fall away from her skin leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her focus is shifted again as she hears him remove something from the wall behind her, her anticipation building as she waits for what comes next. He is introducing her to a new sensation. Inside she weeps, both in gratitude for his merciful and gentle hand and in sorrow for all she has come to know of the ecstasy of his sensual attentions which she fears may now be lost, replaced with an impersonal, tool. Her body shivers without his touch, and in anticipation.
The next sensation she feels is like a hundred little fingers caressing her bare breasts. A feeling which she has never felt. One of the many new feelings his masterful touch has taken from her, things she never knew were hers to give. She has no idea what he will open inside her, but she trusts that she will find out. She thought his new touch would feel cold and disconnected, but his tool was still him, just an extension. She could still feel his intention. Feel him watching.
Goosebumps rising, her skin prickling, reacting to this new touch. The sensation continues, pulling an invisible thread connecting her nipples to her clit and somewhere, deeper. She rises again, following the tracing leather tails as they tickle her own prickling heat. Suddenly, the tails reach her throbbing pussy, slipping over her already swollen clit. A SLAP sending a shock wave of electricity through her entire body causing her to involuntarily squirm and twist.
As he watches her reaction to the tails of his flogger, petting her hot, flushed skin he prepares himself for what is about to take place. He studies every inch of her exposed body lying open in front of him. Calculating every strike before he starts. Without warning, his first strike connects with the top of her thigh followed by slow teasing tracing of a figure eight, both as a threat and a caress. As his tool does its work, with each hit the falls land across the top of her thigh creating a steady then building thudding beat. Her body now still, her mind hypnotized by the rhythm of her master musician, playing his favorite instrument. Pulling sounds from her she had never heard.
With each passing of the tails, she is driven deeper and deeper inside, into her ecstasy. She can feel each hit send lightning bolts through her body making her rise up, craving more, unable to wait during the pause between each lash. She feels him traveling the path of her body from the bottoms of feet to her dripping pussy. Each pass of the tails across her skin sending more and more sensations she never imagined that she would feel. Rutting now, she is desperate for more, even as the tails slap HARD against her swollen clit. Her orgasm explodes out of her, her entire body arching, now straining against her forgotten restraints as she lets out an uncontrolled scream of pleasure. Wave after wave now rolling under each SLAP. Her panting fast and shallow as her body shakes and twitches. Never in her life has she experienced a pleasure such as this.
As she starts to settle, her legs still shaking, she feels his fingers brush across her cheek and the blindfold slide from over her eyes. No thought to her exposure and unable to gain composure, she opens her eyes, her vision blurry. Slowly she sees his smile swimming into her vision. With his fingers still caressing her cheek, he asks her, “Are you feeling good, My babygirl?” As she still struggles, unable to speak, she gives a confirming nod, as she now finds herself lost in his caress once again.
