Her eyes were open wide, like a deer caught in the headlights, they darted from floor to ceiling and left to right, taking everything in. It was red and gothic, it was dark and atmospheric, it was chaotic, disorganised and organised all at the same time. She felt like Alice in some kind of alternative wonderland.
There were row upon row of equipment - restraints, collars, leads - she ran her hands along the row of paddles and floggers, canes and whips. She then noticed the St. Andrews Cross at the far end of the Dungeon and the hooks in the ceiling above her and couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run through her.
He stood and watched her take everything in, watched her walk around the room and examine everything, watched how the expression on her face changed as she noticed something new, watched her in her innocence, trying to work out what each piece of equipment was for and then watched her smile as she turned to him, he could see the excitement in her eyes.
He walked over to the collars, discounting the frivolous pink diamanté and red collars, instead choosing a black leather collar with a silver ring and matching lead, turning he moved towards her. “Princess” he said cocking his eyebrow - she raised her eyes to meet his, softly smiled and kneeled. He sat behind her and brushed her hair over to one side, out of the way, taking the time to admire the lines of her long graceful neck, bending he laid kisses along her nape to her shoulder before placing the collar around her neck. He fastened it nice and tight and moved to stand before her, tugging the lead slightly so she could feel the pull on her neck “ok” he asks, she nods and tries, but fails, to stifle an excited smile.
He tugs her lead so she is pulled into a standing position and then holds her close and kisses her - soft and gentle, the little whispers of kisses she loves, that excite her and make her melt. He unbuttons her blouse and pushes it over her shoulders, letting the silky fabric drop to the floor. His hands trailing softly down her arms, taking her hands in his, raising them to his face, he kisses her palms, then slowly his fingers trace their way back up her arms, moving to the mounds of her breasts and stopping he unclips her bra and frees her. He holds them in his hands and admires them - the weight, the way they mold themselves to the shape of his hands, fhe way her nipples react to his touch. From there he carries on, slowly and gently, down to her stomach, then her waist. His hands move to her leather skirt, unzipping and slowly moving it down past her hips, kneeling as he does so to kiss his way down from her neck to her stomach. She closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing, the next thing she feels is a tug on her collar and opens her eyes to find him smiling at her “Come along Princess” he says as he pulls her behind him, the lead draped casually over his shoulder. She smiles, in excitement, as she realises which piece of equipment he has in mind.
He holds her waist and places her in front of the cross, taking one hand at a time he secures her by her wrists, he then kneels and secures each of her ankles. Running his hands up her legs, stopping to kiss her thighs, working his way to her sweet spot, feeling how wet she is and how ready she is.
He stands and picks up the pegs, running them around her nipples and teasing her, she tests the restraints and he laughs, kissing her neck. His hand grabs her throat and they make eye contact as he places the first peg on her nipple, she winces slightly with the unexpected pain but she makes no sound. He kisses her hard and his hand caresses her other breast and for a brief moment, the pain lessens and dissipates, suddenly she feels a jolt as he pegs her other nipple, she moans as the pain fires through her and then settles.
“You are such a good girl” he says kissing her. She can feel his hands rubbing her clit, moving in small circular motions, she moans and moves her hips in a matching rhythm. He stops and momentarily moves away, she can hear a vibrating sound and opens her eyes - it was the wand - her eyes widen as he places the wand on her clit. Her head rolls back and she moans loudly, a animalistic guttural sound, her mind is a jumble of feelings and emotions and thoughts, the pain mixed with the pleasure was like nothing she had ever experienced. There were wave after wave of orgasms washing over her, leaving her shuddering with the onslaught of powerful emotions and feelings. She tries to process her feelings but the intensity of everything happening, all at once, gave her no time, no space to think, there was just pain, just pleasure, just the feelings taking over her mind and her body - owning her.
She felt herself being cradled in his arms, he was whispering in her ear, stroking her hair and kissing her. She felt tears running down her face but she was laughing, she had never experienced anything like this before but knew, just knew, deep down, that this was her homecoming.
