"Come with me." he said, as he lead me up the stairs. Knowing I was nervous. And just a little scared. "Do you trust me?" he asked, as he opened the door. "Yes." I nodded, as I saw the "tool" lined walls. Recognizing some, but not knowing what others were for. Stood there a little ashamed....embarrassed. But enamored by it all.
"You will address me as Sir" he whispered in my ear. As he removed my dress and with it, my fear. "I will show you how most of these feel.". "What they are for.". "I will give you what I think you can handle.". "But, for today, nothing more.". I stood there, eyes closed. Exposed and bare, As his firm but gentle hand,. Caressed my shoulder; pulled my hair. I trusted this Dom with my body....mind..... All that I am. "Breathe.", he said, as he slipped leather cuffs up to my wrists... Over my hands. He stood behind me, giving one strike... Then two... The crop, I liked... This feeling anew.
I stood there shivering. Not like at the start. No, I shivered from elation, and was proud to wear his marks.
He moved me to a chair,. Hands secured behind. I really couldn't move,. But, that I didn't mind He brought out the "wand". I had nowhere to run. He intended to use it,. Until HE was done.
The vibrations ran through every fiber of my being. He knew just what to do. to make me moan, cry out almost scream.
"Cum for me." he said as I cried out and soaked his chair. "Ride it out!", he demanded. "Cum again, Mon Cher."
A reverberant, sweet release, and I had nothing more. The chair was wet, the knee of his black pants, and the floor.
He uncuffed my hands,. I collapsed against his chest,. Unable to move,. I just needed rest.
He gave me cold water and I jokingly asked. "What have you done?" He stroked my hair and said,
"Mon Cher, so ends day one."
