Can you see?’
‘No, Sir.’
‘Good girl.’
My fingers itch to fiddle with the spandex hood placed over my head but a sudden flash of last night’s punishment and the faint sting on my rear end deter me from testing Sir’s patience, I imagine I am already skating on thin ice. He gently takes me by the hand, lovingly kisses my knuckles and begins to lead me to our next escapade. I follow his lead as he tugs me down the hallway to the right and into the spare bedroom. He leads me to the centre of the room, and we come to a halt.
‘Kneel.’
I happily oblige and kneel against the soft carpet. Sir knows this is my favourite room to play in because of it. I ache to run my fingers along the carpet, but I remain still with my hands rested on my lap. Seeing nothing but darkness, I pay close attention to my other senses.
‘Nadu.’
Without a second thought, my knees spread and my hands rest on my thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Sir breezes past me as he goes to shut the door and returns to stand towering above me.
In the hopes of redeeming myself for my previously bratty behaviour, I decided to don his favourite lingerie set; black sheer stockings with lace detailed suspenders, a crotchless thong and a skimpy peephole bra proudly exposing my pierced nipples.
‘Give me your wrists, Angel’
He speaks softly but his words send shivers down my spine. I blindly reach my arms out and he effortlessly forms a handcuff tie with rope, no doubt the new bundle I gifted him the week before, and firmly secures my wrists together. I feel giddy with excitement as my mind begins to race through all the possibilities of what he may have in store for me today. However, nothing I imagined prepared me for was to come…
‘Drink.’
I pause, confused by the request until I feel a glass touch my lips. Sir presses it further and I obey taking many gulps of water.
‘Drink it all for me, Angel’
‘Yes, Sir.’
Roughly a litre of water later, Sir is satisfied however, I am still frantically trying to piece together this puzzle he plays. It is not even five minutes later when I feel a strong urge to use the toilet and suddenly, I begin to pick up on his master plan. I remain in Nadu as I listen to Sir ruffle through toys and accessories, taking his pick of what I am to endure this day. He walks from the cabinet to the bed and drops his equipment before returning to stand facing me. By now, he has noticed me squirming slightly as I do my best to focus on dry, dry things… He lets out a dark and knowing chuckle and crouches before me tilting my chin up towards him.
‘What’s wrong sweetie? Need to pop to the little girl’s room?’
I can almost hear him smirk as I press my lips together doing my best to remain still and not have an accident. He plants a light and lingering kiss on my lips causing me to let out a faint moan. I hadn’t realised how much I missed his touch in the few minutes he spent assembling the gear.
I truly am his.
Pulling away from me, he stands lifting my arms by the wrist tie and I follow suit. Sir is much taller than I am, towering almost a foot over me. He cocoons me in his strong, long arms, nuzzles his head in the crook of my neck, kisses my collar bone and whispers:
‘Okay sweetie. We are going to play a game now. I am going to lie you on the bed with your arms tied to the post above your head. Your ankles will not be restrained but you must keep your legs open for me. Do you understand, Angel?’
‘Yes, Sir. I understand.’
‘Good girl. If you let so much as a drop of piss out, there will be consequences. Understood?’
‘Yes, Sir’
I take a deep breath and inhale his scent before he has a chance to pull away. His intoxicating smell is enough for me blindly follow his every order.
My bladder screams at me knowing she won’t be able to handle the torture and I clench deeply. Sir leads me to the bed, ties me to the headboard and spreads my legs. I hear him pick up an item from beside me. As the cold, soft leather gently glides across my skin, I realise Sir has chosen a riding crop. Before my brain is able to process this new addition, I feel a sharp sting as he whips the crop at my clitoris. I gasp but the pain is welcomed causing me to squirm as I feel myself growing wetter and wetter. Sir growls in response and delivers another lick. I pull on my restraints and arch my back as I savour the sweet sting.
‘Make the mistake of closing your legs and you’ll receive five more.’
After a brief pause, I feel Sir’s warm breath cascading over my nipples. Ever so gently, he plants the lightest of kisses on my right nipple and it immediately stands to attention. I moan deeply, pushing my breast further towards him; Sir lets out a mischievous laugh as he retracts himself, clearly amused at my desperation. A fire burns in the pit of my stomach. I need him.
He moves onto my left nipple and this time he suckles feverishly as if it were his last meal. Our bodies sync deliciously as I grind to match his pace and soon, we become one. Sir’s teeth clamp down on my piercing and I squeal with both surprise and delight. His right hand begins to travel along my inner thigh and slowly towards my throbbing pussy. He dips a finger in to test the waters and my toes curl as I struggle to keep my legs open. He inserts another and starts gently massaging my g-spot. My legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. With each stroke, I feel myself building to my climax as the pressure on my bladder grows. I revel in the feeling of Sir’s strong fingers working their magic inside of me, exploring hidden intimate depths only he knows exists. We do our dance until he feels my pussy drip and tighten around him.
‘Good girl.’
His words are my undoing. My world crumbles around me and in that moment, it’s just Sir and I. Yanking hard on my restraints I ache to pull Sir closer so that he may feel the waves of my orgasm cascading through my body as my brain floods with endorphins and I desperately scream out his name.
My mind reels as I descend back to reality, short of breath and trembling. Sir is still inside me; he knows it’s one of my favourite comforts after an orgasm. I keep my eyes closed and begin to slowly relax my body. The restraints jingle as I release my grip and slowly sink into the mattress. Sir continues to softly plant kisses over my breasts and works his way down my navel to my clit. He pauses before touching her and plants the softest kiss as he slowly withdraws his fingers and my body further collapses. Eyes closed, I feel Sir’s finger dancing on my lips, and I part my mouth to welcome the sweet taste of my nectar.
‘Uh-oh… tsk, tsk, tsk.’
My eyes flutter open to Sir’s tutting and low and behold; I’ve made a mess. I stare up at Sir in my post-orgasm daze with puppy dog eyes. Yet Sir gives me a chilling look I know all too well.
I’m not getting out of punishment this time.
This is so hot. He is a wonderful Master. I wonder what her punishment would be.