My previous Dom and I had gone out for dinner. I had a very stressful day at work and I had been a bit moody. Not towards my Dom but towards the hostess and waiter. He reached across the table and took my hands in his and said in that very quiet assertive voice of his, “Baby, breathe! Settle or I will have to settle you.” I wasn’t rude to them, but I was short and to the point. I’m normally the type to strike up a conversation with people in public service positions to make them feel good about serving us. But, this day, just wasn’t a good one for that.
We ate, I behaved, and apologized to them both and they were very thankful for the apology. Walking out of the restaurant he asked how I was feeling. If I was still tense and I told him that I was. “Well then, I’ll take care of that for you,” he said.
Walking into the house my body began reacting to what I thought was going to happen. My nipples hardened, my core ached, and I knew my panties were wet. Grabbing me by my hair he pushed me to my knees. “Stay!” He said.
I went into position, sitting back on my heels with my hands on my thighs, palms up, and waited like the good girl I am. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and ear-buds in, so I could listen to my favourite music. I sighed, I love deprivation play. I’m a heavy metal listener so my body reacts different when I’m listening to it. More intense at times, it’s intense without it but so much better listening to metal while being deprived of hearing or seeing him. Giving me my favourite music made me realize that this was totally for me. He was breaking me for mainly my needs.
Taking me by the hand we went to the lower level of the house where our playroom was. Pulling my right ear-bud out, “Naked, NOW!” He demanded. I moved, quickly! I needed this release more than I thought. Bending at the hip to remove my shoes, he pulled my pants down from the back and smacked my ass so hard that if he hadn’t wrapped his arm around my waist I would have fallen forward hard and fast. Standing me up straight he growled in my ear, “Hurry slut!” I hurried!
I believe he already had a session in mind because he wasted no time in attaching my cuffs and roughly pushing me onto the cross. I sucked in my breath when the cold steel of the chains touched my thighs as he bound me to the cross. I was splayed out on the cross. I could feel my muscles already reacting, readying, the weakness I was feeling was moving me onto that place I go just before I feel that first strike of the whip. Grabbing each breast, he massaged them roughly. Removing an ear-bud, “How bad do you want this?” He asked. I began to babble, begging him to flog me, whip me, and touch me. I was dripping wet.
Before I was done begging I felt the flogger against my stomach, tightening my muscles without realising. He slapped my stomach...it was his way of saying I needed to relax my muscles. I did my best.
He swung the flogger lightly for a little while and then it was like it never left my body, continuous sensation. My body was tingling and on fire. He stopped abruptly and grabbed my pussy. Squeezing, shoving his fingers inside of me. I was whimpering and wanting release, but I knew he wouldn't allow it yet, and I didn’t want it yet either. I wanted to be beaten!
He played with my pussy...pinching my clit lightly. He finger fucked me until he felt my muscles clench and pulled them out fast, making me cry out. He slapped my pussy hard. I felt the tears coming already.
He moved away from me. I don't know for how long... probably seconds. The sting of the crop made me scream and jerk, feeling the chains dig into my thighs, and the cuffs into my wrists and ankles. He hit me in rapid strikes...I was coming close to that edge when he stopped. He always knew when to stop.
I felt his hands caress my body. His sweet kisses on my lips. But he wasn't finished. I wasn't at the breaking point. He clamped my nipples...swatting each breast a few times before attaching them. They were already a bit sore from the crop. He pulled the chain that hung between them. More pressure, more pinching, he was adding weights to the chain. Tears were falling again, and I was moaning so much, he covered my mouth with his hand and slapped my breasts with the other.
The wheel...I love the sensation of the wheel when the right pressure is added. He ran it over my body...my thighs were trembling, and he took advantage and put more pressure on the wheel when he went over them.
I'm now almost sobbing, getting so close to that edge again.
The flogger hit me again...softly over and over again. I was strung so tight now and another few slaps to my pussy brought the nasty words out of me. I can have a very foul mouth when I’m deprived.
He leaned his whole body into me. I could feel how hard he was. He started kissing me rough. Running his hands up and down my body, roughly. His fingers finding how hard my clit was. Rubbing it fast and hard.
He pulled my ear-buds out and asked as he rubbed my clit hard, "do you want to cum or do you need to cum?" At that moment it was just a want and told him so. He took his hand away and I heard it before I felt it. My vibrator weakened me more. He was going to make me cum hard and multiple times.
He put the vibrator just above my clit...running it back and forth, avoiding that sweet spot. He ran it quickly over it and between my lips. My legs were shaking so bad I could hear the chains rattling.
Over and over my clit, between my lips...again and again. Sobbing and ready to beg for release when he put it directly on my clit. "Do you need to cum now my slut?" I nodded, I couldn't find my voice. Again, he asked. And I finally sobbed, "yes please Master may I cum?" As he continued to push the vibrator against my clit and I could feel my pussy tighten, I was there, all I needed was permission.
"Cum my slut, cum hard for me. Let me hear you!" I cried and moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. My whole body tensed, and I felt the lift, the release. My mind was floating and as my body released all the tension, it too felt like it was floating. He made me cum 3 times. The 3rd time he made me cum he had his fingers inside me stroking the spot and flicking my cervix. I was spent but I knew it wasn’t over yet.
He slowly unchained me. I was so weak and crying from the release. He guided me to the bed and whispered soft loving words in my ear as he lay beside me. Holding me gently and wiping my tears. When my trembling quieted he got up and straddled my face, fucking my mouth. My hand stroking him as he pumped my mouth...my tongue rubbing the rim of his head. I could feel him get thicker, and he fucked my mouth faster until I felt him throb...I squeezed and tasted every drop of him.
