He drew his hand down her spine and watched as the gooseflesh formed on her skin. She stood before him, naked; save for her collar around her neck and the nipple clamps that hung from each breast. Her fingers were interlaced and her hands rested behind her head; her feet were shoulder width apart. He drew his hand to her hip and over the curve of her waist. He watched her shoulders tense when he cupped her buttock firmly. She worked out often and he could feel her muscled flesh flex in his hand.
He leaned forward and breathed slowly against the base of her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations that were randomly caressing her body. She wobbled on her feet when she felt his hand slip between her thighs and brush against her sex. God, she could not believe she was this aroused.
“I’m impressed.” His words hung heavy in the air.
She debated on whether or not to thank him, but since he had not addressed her directly, she decided against saying anything at all.
He selected the doeskin flogger that hung on the wall and took his place in front of her. As he drew the leather strands through his fingers he noticed a glint of fear in her eyes.
“Have you ever been flogged before?” he asked.
“No, Sir. Never,” she replied.
“Close your eyes,” he said as he held the leather to her nostrils. “Now take a deep breath.”
She inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet, yet pungent scent of the leather. His actions had the desired effect on her as her body responded with further signs of arousal between her thighs.
“Do you want to feel the leather kiss your flesh, my pet?” he asked.
Hesitantly, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not sure I’m convinced,” he gleefully mocked, waiting for further affirmation from her.
“Please, Sir. I want to feel the flogger against my skin. I want to be your whipping post,” she begged.
“Much better,” he said as he reached out and drew the back on his index finger along her cheek and jaw line before leaning in and brushing his lips lightly against hers.
Her body shuddered when she felt his kiss. She hadn’t realized she was this aroused, but the anticipation had caused the first of many orgasms she would experience that night. He drew his finger down her neck and between her breasts until his finger pulled slightly against the chain that hung just above her navel.
“I’m going to whip these from your nipples, little one,” he warned.
She bit her lip at his words and tensed when she heard the leather bite through the air and land against her thigh. She was shocked as she had expected it to fall on her breast but it did not. Again, she heard the leather slicing through the air and landed on her other thigh, this time leaving a matching read hue on her other leg.
She took a deep breath, as she knew what was coming. But she was not prepared to feel the leather kiss her tender, swollen lips and clitoris. Her knees buckled and he reached out and caught her, steadying her on her feet.
“Are you ready to continue?” he asked once her breathing returned normal.
She nodded and then felt the lips of the leather kiss her right breast, freeing her nipple from the bite of the clamp. Then the next blow landed on her left breast and she flinched when she heard the clamps fall to the floor.
Her mind raced as the sensations of pain and pleasure, cold and warmth, and fear and peace flooded her mind. Then she felt his lips on hers again and his tongue probed her mouth. Her thighs were shaking as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and slipped one, then two fingers inside her. She cried out into his mouth as her orgasm coursed through her body. She knew her body had betrayed her and she had cum without permission.
He broke their kiss and pulled away. She stared deep into his eyes as a tear trailed down her cheek.
“I’m sorry, Master,” was all she said. She knew she would now be punished.
