The sun was setting outside with beautiful rays of orange shooting across the evening sky. But she wasn’t really seeing it. Lost in a dream, she peered through the window with a glass of wine in her hand. A loss in her life a month ago, hasn’t has her sleeping well.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled. “Are you sure you want to do this today?” he whispered in her ear. About to take a sip of wine, she nodded. He gently stopped her. "You don't need this” as he guided the glass down. “But it helps me when I’m anxious" as she placed the crystal stem on the window sill. There’s no reason to be. If at any time you tell me to stop, I'll stop.” “Okay" she said.
Her chest felt tingly and her stomach fluttery, but the anticipation stirred her. She’d never experienced this before, but she knew she’d regret it if she didn’t give it a try.
The bedroom smelled of fresh linen. It was large and tidy with beach wood furniture, and an inviting king-sized bed, with artwork that reflected a love for the sea. There was no television and nothing distracting. It was warm and comfortable. It felt familiar.
The sun was setting and the lights were dim but not enough that they couldn’t see one other.
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he took a small chest from the upper shelf of the wall-in closet. She held her breath as he sat it down on the nightstand and opened it. He took out handcuffs and a blindfold. “Take off your clothes.” he gently stated. She anxiously nodded.
The tone of his voice had changed slightly. He had told her weeks before, he would act just a little differently during this encounter, more commanding, more dominant, which made sense, she supposed. It was part of what was to come, and she was okay with that.
He watched as she slid off her tight jeans and cute tiffany blue summer top, revealing black and pink lace underwear. He smiled inwardly and wanted to walk up and kiss her soft pink lips. He held back watching her take off her lingerie.
Her breasts were lovely imperfect D cups and her pussy was smooth, with a light strip of chestnut pubic hair above her slightly exposed clit. Her butt was a soft full round shape. She felt a little shy for some reason standing naked in front of him tonight. But he thought, “What perfectly lovely figure for a maturing woman”. He resisted the urge touch her curves, instead taking her hand and guiding her back to the bed.
Her skin was naturally fair, but held a healthy sun kissed contrast due to recent days spent reflecting at the beach. He stepped behind her intentionally close so she could catch his masculine scent. He then wrapped the black silk blindfold around her eyes, tying it snuggly against her long golden hair. He softly grasped her upper arms instructing her to lay face down on the bed in front of them. She complied. Feeling her way to the center and she laid down, pressing her breasts and hips into the plush duvet.
Her breath quickened when he grasped her wrists and handcuffed them behind her. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly. "Yes”, she said in a low voice. She felt a little shivery lying there by naked herself. Bound and sightless, this was a new experience. But she trusted him, so she knew this feeling of nervousness wouldn't last.
First, she felt him softly brush her hair to the side. Blindfolded, her sensations felt amplified. His hands were big, soft and warm against her skin.
Then there was a different sensation altogether when she felt his manicured nails scratch across her skin instantly raising goosebumps. From her shoulders, down her back and up again, she couldn’t help but moan. He saw her response and whispered, “Are you with me?” Before she could reply, he delivered three sharp slaps on her ivory ass, her breath hitched. The slaps had been harder than she’d expected, but she liked it. She shivered in anticipation and wondered what would come next.
He could see she was turned on so far. Yet he chose to keep it light at the moment because he knew how inexperienced in this she was. Suddenly, it was silent. She felt his absence. Fear began to creep in. Then she heard a sound. It sounded like ice cubes in a glass. Before she could wonder much about it, she felt one on the back of her neck. She drew a short breath, the goosebumps returned and he felt her shiver slightly. He slid the cube down the feminine curve of her back and left it to melt in the small of her back. As the ice melted, she felt the cool water pool in the indentation above her round ass. The sensation was suddenly interrupted when he slapped her ass six times, every slap harder than the last. Her breathing grew louder and her hands tugged at the handcuffs, but she didn’t speak. “Are you okay?” He asked. All she could do is nod. He lowered himself to softly suck what was left of the water off her lower back. She moaned and arched her back as he licked her aroused skin until the water was gone. He was getting hard, but he knew to control himself.
He used his nails again, this time on the insides of her thighs, and then following the curve of her smooth ass. As he dragged his nails from one hand across her butt cheek, he raised the other to spank her ass. This time, it came down harder than before. She sucked in a huge breath, he watched closely and saw she seemed to like it. He softly massaged the large red print left by his masculine hand. With both hands now, he massaged her back and her thighs, up to her neck and down again. He would interrupt the massage by again dragging his nails across her back and punctuating it with a single brisk slap to her rosy ass cheeks. He varying the intensity to keep her guessing.
She felt him leave the bed again. He returned shortly and felt him lay something on the bed next to her. He climbed on top of her resting his weight on her upper thighs. She felt her pubic bone press into the thick mattress. His felt good on top of her. He leaned forward, the weight of his hands on either side of her head and whispered into her ear, “How are you feeling?” “Good… just a little nervous.” she replied. He noticed her voice had an unmistakable husky tone, an indication that she was enjoying this unique experience. He leaned closer to her so she could feel the hair from his chest lightly brush her back. Just below her ear, he kissed her neck. She moaned. As he began to lightly lick her neck with more intensity, she felt the stiffness of his manhood sliding lightly between her ass cheeks, slowly, forward and back. Her moans grew louder and the hunger of her wet pussy grew more intense.
Then he climbed off her and picked up the item he placed on the bed. A flogger he intended to use on her ass. It was still red from the spankings. He held it above her and slowly lowered it next to her face so she could smell the musky leather. He lightly brushed it down her back to her ass, the goose bumps returned. Without a second pass or warning, he lashed her ass twice in two quick strokes. She screamed out. He paused and waited, gaging her scream as one more of surprise than pain. He observed that her face and neck were flushed and she licked her lips. An indication of excitement and desire. He resumed, in tune with her body language and whimpers showing that she was turned on, despite the pain. “You’re a little good sub,” He told her. She whimpered with a slight smile.
His strong hands caressed her ass, then onto her back, lightly where it was sensitive, more deeply where it was less. He kissed her in the places where her skin was tender. She moaned and raised her head. He read the sign and kissed her lips tenderly. Then he slid his hand under her chin and grasped her throat raising her face higher. He kissed her hard, always in control, slipping past her lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss even more, before pulling away and pressing her face into the bed. He could see see wanted more. He grabbed the flogger and lashed her ass again. Harder this time, making her gasp and cry out. As he continued, her legs thrashed and her wrists pulled at the steel cuffs.
She began succumbing to the intense sensations and losing herself in the moment. The blindfold and bound wrists only heightened her experience. She felt vulnerable, but strangely liked it because she trusted him and knew she had some control. She could tell him at anytime to stop if she wanted to. But something was released in her. This was more than “kink”, more than physical. Her spirit was freeing itself and she knew she didn’t want it to stop yet. Sensing this, he removed the handcuffs.
Her hands were unbound only long enough for him to turn her on her back and lock her wrists together again in the front.
As she laid on her back blindfolded and naked, ass still stinging from the spanking and flogging, she felt more exposed than before. But this new found desire was intense, she felt alive longing for whatever was next.
Taking in the sight of her beautiful, curvy womanly figure, he squeezed her breast and snapped a small clamp onto her nipple, then to the other. She arched her back and loudly whimpered, he asked again if she was okay. She nodded as he kissed her lips, allowing her get used to the metal clips. Firmly in place, he tugged on them and stroked her breasts. Growing more and more aroused with the stretching of her nipples, he suddenly slapped one, then the other, not too intensely. She gasped and whimpered. He couldn’t help but be pleased with her sounds and reactions. “I can tell that you like this” he said. She couldn’t deny it. “You’re a really good sub” he repeated. She bit her lower lip. They were just too tempting. He kissed her again, hard and deep and then he gently bit her bottom lip. “Hmmm…” she moaned. “I need to touch you. Please untie my hands?” “Not yet,” he said. She groaned. He saw her response was one of desire, not frustration.
Smiling at how cute she was, he picked up another ice cube, sliding this one between her breasts, she shivered as he let it melt above her pubic bone. He picked up a feather he’d laid beside her and trailed it across her stomach, then between her thighs, teasing her glistening pussy with it. She naturally spread her legs for him and arched her back, clearly showing that she wanted much more.
He immersed his hand in the glass of melting cubes so his fingers were cold. Tossing the feather aside, he touched her clit with a cold finger. She shuddered and moaned, and then lifted her hip exposing an ass cheek. Again, he read the signal. He quickly reached for the paddle at her side and cracked it on her offered red cheek. She gasped. This sensation was sharp, hot, and intense. For a moment the thought to stop crossed her mind, but her newly loosed spirit was too strong, she couldn’t. He again slapped her now blazing red cheek, but would stop to run a soft hand over her ass. Sensing a need for comfort, he laid down the paddle and gently lowered her hip, pulling his warm body close to her and began to caress her lovely curves. She became a writhing mess in his arms. He loved it. He leaned up to kiss her and she fiercely kissed him back.
He removed the handcuffs and then the blindfold. She blinked as she could finally open her eyes. Even though her hands were a bit sore from being bound, she threw them around his neck so she could kiss him. She ran her hands down his back, crawling under his open shirt with her fingers so she could feel his warm skin. She pulled him closer, arching her back as his hips came in contact with hers and she could feel the bulge through his thin pants.
He pushed her away gently but firmly. He wasn’t done yet. He turned her over once more, lifted her hips and placed her on her knees. He gently pressed her shoulders down so that her ass was upward and pussy exposed. She held herself on her forearms obediently, face hidden in her arms, her locks spilling onto the bed around her face.
With one swipe, he sent the toys across the room onto the floor, returning with a sharp bare handed smack on her crimson ass cheek, and then another. The sound of the slaps and the feel of her warm, angered skin against his hand turned him on. He spanked her twice more, then draped his large frame over her. One arm slid under her, crushing a breast as he gripped her throat. The other on the bed to hold his full weight from her. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve got you. Let go.” She knees trembled and her mind raced as she cried out “Yes sir!”
He pulled away, spanked her twice more, then grasped her entire pussy with his thick hand and squeezed. He then began lightly flicking her clit with his meaty finger and she let out a loud moan that made his cock hard.
Seeing she was a little shaky from their experience so far, he slapped her throbbing ass one last time, not wanting this to be too much for her first time. However, he knew how turned on she was and how connected they’d become. So he reached for the one toy he had spared earlier, a vibrator.
He turned her over and laid her down so he could see her flushed face and her nipple clamped breasts. With a single hand, he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head so she couldn’t touch him. With his other hand, he switched on the vibrator, flicked it to the highest intensity and laid it lengthwise between her soaking pussy lips, the tip touching her clit and commanded, “Now, cum for me.” Her orgasm was almost instant. She was grinding and thrusting so intensely, he could hardly keep the vibrating toy in place. She screamed as she squirted. When her hips dropped to the bed, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder, pinned down the other down with his elbow and thrusted the intensely buzzing unit into her soaking cunt. She screamed in overwhelmed ecstasy. After each inward thrust he tilted the vibrator slightly upward and dragged the tip across her G-spot. In-up-out… in-up-out… in-up-out, over and over…
Her back arched, her head thrusted upward, her hands tearing at the bed cover. Her spirit was soaring.
She came again and again. The sweat was pouring off the Dominant as he battled to manage every orgasm, each growing more intense.
Suddenly, he saw her grow weak. She was blacking out. He tossed the vibrator and flipped her on her side, her body now limp. He ripped off his soaked shirt and spashed the now cold water in the glass onto it. He embraced her from behind and gently applied the cool cloth to her neck and face and began to whisper, “I’ve got you my girl… I’ve got you”.
It was only minutes until her submissive spirit gently returned to her heart and her eyes opened. She turned to him and said, “I-I never…” He replied, “Shhhh. Rest now” and covered her with a soft white linen blanket. She spoke again, smiling now, "That was… a-amazing. Is it your turn now?” He laughed, “Another time my darling. Sleep, you need it."
When she awoke in the morning. She still felt him, like he was a part of her now. Still wrapped in the linen blanket, she rose to look out the bedroom window and noticed her wine glass on the sill.
Looking out to the morning sky, she smiled and thought, Thank you for making my dream come true baby. I have missed you so very much since you died. But you’re a part of me now. I’ll be fine.
Mister Marx (2022)