Holly’s Tales…Part 10

I can feel her on my left side now and I feel her hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair. Her fingers begin to gather my hair together, until she has a ball of it in her fist. She controls my head; I have no ability…or desire…to stop her. My hair is yanked back and my head lifted. Behind the blackness of my blindfold I can feel the lines of drool from my breasts to my chin.

*I don’t care…*

A sharp nail traces a painful line down my spine to the valley below. The nail becomes a finger as her hand grips my ass so that her middle finger is now between my spread cheeks.

*Please…yes…*

Her finger slowly glides down until I feel the tip of it resting on my asshole. I gasp, sucking in air. She moves her finger further, and I can feel it slide between my lips as she discovers my secret. I am, literally, dripping juices. I feel her fingers exploring me, gently gliding up and down.

*My clit…please touch me…*

A wet moan escapes my pried open mouth. The hard beat of the music matches my racing heart. My request is never fulfilled; her fingers, slick with my wetness, massage and explore but never quite reach my swelling red button. The touching stops.

*No…no…please don’t stop…*

“I wonder,” she whispers in my ear, “what further surprises you hold for me.

My mouth and nose are suddenly covered by her hand as she smears my own excitement all over my face. I try to turn away but her grip on my hair is too strong. She wipes her hand up and down, pushing her fingers deep in my mouth, past the bit. The smell of my own scent is heavy in my head. Suddenly she tosses my head forward like tossing away a piece of trash. My head hits the padded bar. I feel her wet hand using my hair as a towel to wipe her fingers clean.

**** thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack****

The cane drums on the back of my legs, alternating between them. My face grimaces as I am pulled back into the scene. I groan. She works the cane up each leg, bringing me bright stinging lines of pain. I grip the restraints and tighten up, but immediately relaxed and focused on the quickly spreading warmth.

*Fuuuuuuuck…*

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

“nnnnnnnnnnnmmmmMMMMM!!!!” My scream is stifled by the bit in my mouth.

I writhe and twist as the thin rod ignites my ass cheeks equally, the bright painful flashes of light in my head sparking one after another, spreading out like colorful constellations before my eyes. The white hot hues cooling into reds and yellows into blues and greens and I start to relax. I feel the beat of the trance music as I focus on my stinging flesh and the visions in my head. The spreading heat moves throughout my pelvis, a slow pressure building up between my legs.

******THA-WHACK!!!****

I feel the force of the blow of the rose adorned paddle lift my heels off their perch, but the leather restraints against my calves hold tight, keeping me fast. The searing pain overwhelms me for a moment and my entire world explodes in a blinding white light. For a moment my hands grip the rods of the restraints holding my arms up and every muscle tightens…and then relaxes as I slump and allow the cross to bear my weight. The white explosion of light in my head is fading into an endless dark galaxy of distant stars. The music echoes in the background. I don’t know if my eyes are open or closed now. My head hangs in defeat against the padded bar as my body surrenders.

*What is this feeling?* *Everything is…detached…oh god that warmth…my clit…*

Light streaks of gentle pain appear on my upper and middle back, over and over. Thin white lines form a new shape. The pain is sharper, more brightly colored. The licks are swift and whippy, without the bluntness of the cane.

*Yes…more…*

I hear a momentary *whoosh* of something thin and long behind me.

****SWACK!****

A long searing line arcs across my back but my body barely moves. I feel the hot line distinctly. I feel the heat and see the white line that quickly moves off into the distance, expanding and fading into nothingness. The pain feels…

*…good…so good.*

****SWACK!****

****SWACK!****

****SWACK!****

Three more lines across my back light up three more thin streaks of white stars in my head as I shift my focus from one to the other, the searing pain now a welcome pleasure. More lines appear as she begins to hit harder and more often. The fireworks exploding in my head and on my back are all I want to feel. My body is motionless except for the occasional involuntary wince. Each blow sends waves of pleasure through my body. The shape of each painful strike is replaced by another in my mind’s eye, and the galaxy of stars I float through begins to fill with the distant memory each lash leaves on my body.

Time no longer means anything. The music is barely perceptible now as I float through my shape shifting galaxy of pleasure inducing pain. Cane strikes begin again on my ass and legs as she moves up and down changing her choice of toys as she went. Whip stings across my back; across my legs. My mind is losing focus on the pain as the waves of pleasure mount up between my legs. Each caressing sting channels directly to the building pressure. When she moves her strikes to the inside of my thighs, the smacks reverberate through to my clit and I feel the pressure growing.

*Yes…god yes…*

My hips begin to move again, but not in response to intolerable pain. Smaller hits build up warmth, followed by a heavy handed blow that sends my head burrowing into the bar that is holding it up. Sometimes she uses two toys at once, sending me reeling from conflicting sources of pain. The stings are blending, and I lose track of where they are landing.

******THA-WHACK!!!****

The rose paddle hits and I am unable to maintain focus on anything. My mind drifts to her. She’s in front of me at the gym. We’re alone. She reaches for me and takes my head in her hands nad pulls me closer. She’s kissing me. I can’t stop her. My hands are bound behind me as she thrusts her tongue in my mouth. Her hands move down to my breasts. She lifts my shirt and rips my bra in half. She’s sliding her hands down my shorts. I feel her fingers at the top of my panties.

*Wait…what’s happening…wait…*

My body begins lose control. The pressure between my legs is growing. Her blows keep coming, and the increasing pleasure is building beyond my ability to pleasure myself.

*I can’t…wait…what’s hap…oh god…oh God…OH…FUUUUUUUU…*

*“MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!”* I’m screaming as hard as I can but the muscles in my body are seizing up and pulling against the restraints as waves of pleasure from my clit release. The contractions almost hurt but the pleasure is too much. With each jolt of primal, sexual pleasure I moan through the bit in my mouth. The waves come and come and my body is wracked with spasms of pleasure. I feel a warm gush on my legs as I lose control of everything and release, peeing in spurts with each body wracking twitch. The pleasure ensnares me.

I no longer exist physically. I am floating in a cocoon of warmth and ecstasy. The outside world no longer matters to me. The pain she has inflicted is now a muted myriad of shifting stings and tingles; so many that I am unable to focus on any single welt. I quiver a few times as I hang there, oblivious. The whippings have stopped. The music still pumps in the background as I drift in my sensory deprived state of euphoria.

A few minutes pass and I feel her hand on the back of my head. I feel the blindfold slide up and off my head. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the glow of the red light. She’s standing right in front of me but I can barely make out her features as she is looking at my pupils back and forth. I make an effort to speak but barely a moan passes my lips. Her hands reach up behind my head and undo the strap holding the bit in my mouth. I open and allow to her remove it. My mouth hangs open still as I hang there in muted silence with my mind and body detached and floating blissfully. A warm towel covers my face momentarily as she wipes my mouth and chin clean of my drooling. She removes it, and I open my eyes and am able to focus on her.

Even in the darkened red glow, I can see she is smiling. She clears the hair out of my face and wipes my forehead with the towel. Her hand gently caresses my cheek.

“Well now,” she says warmly, “I’d say that changes a few things, wouldn’t you?”

My eyes speak for me.

*Yes…I’ll do anything for you…*

The music stops and I can hear only the soft whirring of some distant fans in the massive room. Mister Donovan assists her in taking me down from the cross. I don’t move as my legs are cleaned and dried. She caringly washes my soaking box and gently pats me dry. My legs are undone first, freeing them from the cross. The cables are relaxed and my arms brought down. He holds me under my arms while she removes the rings from the latches on the restraints and separates me from the device. He gently lowers me into a chair that I had not noticed behind me and wraps me in a large plush blanket that had been laid across it. My entire body feels weak as I slump into the luxurious comfort.

My mistress walks over to me and places the blindfold on my head again. I close my eyes and relax. The sting of the welts and pains of the bruises on my back and legs is mitigated by the long, soft fur of the blanket that protects me. Her touch on the back of my head is welcomed. I push my head back into her hand.

*I’m yours.*

Her hand is removed, and suddenly I realize I’m in a wheel chair. I am being pushed further into the large building. She pushes me along and then I feel a few turns as she navigates whatever else is in the enormous dungeon. The whir of the fans disappears as we stop, and then I hear a door close behind me. The quiet is soon broken by the sound of gently falling rain. I feel the blindfold removed from my head. I open my eyes to a dark room, the distinct lights of a couple of electronic devices the only illumination. The sound of falling rain is emitting from the direction of one of those lights.

*A sound machine?*

“Holly, sweetie, I’m going to help you stand up and we’re going to walk one step forward to a bed, ok?” Her voice is tender; motherly.

“Yes Mistress Kim.” I reply immediately. My eyes are coming into focus and I can start to make out some of my surroundings from the small digital lights around the room. I am facing the side of a large bed in front of me, with a small nightstand to my right. The sound machine sits on it. There is a lamp along with it, currently dark. She is to my left, helping me up. Her strong hand grips mine, and she uses her other hand to support me under my elbow. As the cooler air hits my skin I feel pins and needles light up my backside and I wince.

*Ow…fuck…My legs feel like I’m going to collapse.* *I have no energy…*

I take a step to the bed with her assistance and almost collapse forward into it. The smell of lavender is suddenly heavy in my head. The soft sheets almost feel like silk. I slide between the sheets and the stinging of my beatings gently subsides. My small frame is nothing for the down pillow top I am laying on. I have never laid on anything like it. I sink into it, and my head finds a soft cloud to lie upon. My eyes close immediately.

*I don’t believe this.* *Who is she?* *I don’t want her to leave me now…or ever…*

I reach for and find her hand and hold it. For a moment, I feel her lips on my hand as she squeezes it before she lets go. The sound of the rain is gentle and caressing, a stark contrast from the club music that seemed an eternity ago. I can hear some shuffling, and then I feel her sliding under the covers with me.

“Turn over, little spoon.” She whispers in my ear. I turn to my right.

Her naked, muscular form dwarfs me as she slides up behind me. I wince painfully a couple of times as she positions herself as the dominant spoon. Her bare skin is on mine, pressing against the wounds she so lovingly just gave me. I feel her breasts against my neck, and her chin on top of my head. My body relaxes against her. A gentle hand is now on my hip, slowly caressing me up my stomach, to my breasts. Her arm shelters me under the covers as she draws me closer, my nipple barely touching the palm of her hand that is cupping my breast.

I feel the brush of her lips on my head for just a moment, and then I feel her body relax.

I reach up and put my hand around her hand on my breast. I squeeze it lightly and hold it before I slip into unconsciousness.

*Thank you…*

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