A Night at the Opera

You’re wearing a forest green gown with slits extending high up your thighs. Your hair is up and a sparkling diamond necklace is clasped tightly around your throat. You are a vision of loveliness and class. But what others cannot see is the submissive standing before them. What they cannot see is the vibrator safely nestled between your legs. I have the remote. Tonight, I control your pleasure. Tonight, you are mine. As the opening notes of the orchestra swell, I begin to stimulate your pleasure. For the entirety of the production, I pleasure you mercilessly.
Once the opera is over, we return to our hotel and I slowly take off your gown while running my fingers over every inch of your body. Your body is tingling. I can feel your heart beating. I lean into your ear and whisper, “Tonight, you are mine.” You hold your wrists out to me and I slowly remove my bow tie and wrap it around your wrists. I instruct you to bend over the bed and you obey.

I take out my whip. Leather. Purple and black tails with a hard leather handle. I slowly run the tails down your back and between the crack of your ass. You feel it touching you where you long to be explored and conquered. I whisper into your ear, “I am going to whip you. Are you ready?” “Yes,” you say. I raise the whip and strike it across your ass. First gently. You feel the sting but it doesn’t yet truly hurt. I then say, “Kitten, I am going to hit you harder.” As I raise the whip and bring it down you can hear the sound of the wind in the air before it strikes you. Your eyes shut quickly because, this time, it did hurt. But you enjoyed it. You felt as you were being given an opportunity. An opportunity to become someone else. And yet, someone you always have been. Your eyes look up at me and you smile softly. Now I know, you are ready for more. I slide my fingers between your legs and you are already wet with anticipation. I place my finger firmly on your clit and say, “I’m going to hit you five times as hard as I can.” Your heart stops for a moment. “Can I do this,” you ask yourself. But you already made that choice. You made that choice the first moment the whip slightly grazed your inner thigh. You respond, “Yes, Sir.” I raise the whip and bring it down smartly on your ass. Immediately your throat catches. You weren’t prepared for this. Do you dare ask me to stop? No. You’ve come this far. You will see this through. You have to. I raise the whip four more times and each time your tears fall harder and faster. And, yet, each time you feel happier and happier.

After the fifth strike falls you are timid. What happens next? I pick you up and place you gently on the bed your ass still facing upwards. I slowly slide my tongue from the top of your ass over your asshole and pussy. This is a new sensation. Something you haven’t felt before. Your hand automatically reaches back to touch my hair but I stop you. I’m not finished with you yet. Not even close.

I grasp your wrists and hold them firmly behind your back. Your face is now buried in the sheets. It’s hard to breathe. But you don’t need to. I’m breathing for you. You’re breathing through me. I slowly slide my finger inside your pussy from behind. This is familiar to you. And yet still so different. The sting of the whip is still felt on your ass. Your ass is still red. It hurts still. But at just that moment I start to run my tongue across the marks. This soothes your pain and, in that moment, you know without a doubt this is all you have ever wanted.

I’m still fingering your pussy. Now it’s throbbing. I place your wrists on the bed and hold them firmly down. I lean over your back and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now.” You knew this was coming. You’ve been waiting. And here the moment is. I rub my cock from the top of your ass to your pussy. It’s warm. And you can feel I’m already hard and my veins are bulging. I ask, “Do you want me to fuck you?” You say, simply, softly, “Yes.” “Ask me to ‘please’ fuck you,” I instruct you. This is something new. You’ve never had to say please before. It’s always been given eagerly. Annoyingly easily. But now, just at the moment you want it most, you have to say please. You say one word, “Please.” I hold your hair firmly in my grasp and pull your head back. Your throat is now extended up. Vulnerable. My other hand runs slowly from your ass up your back and then, to your delight, around your throat. With one hand grasping your hair and one around your throat, I gently slide my cock inside you. This is the moment. You feel me. All of me. You’re already wet. But now. Now. You are drenched.

I start slowly. Annoyingly slowly. You want it harder. But I won’t give it to you. “Ask me to please fuck you harder,” I instruct you. That word again. But you know you want it. You must have it. So you say, “Please.” And you are rewarded. I begin to thrust harder and harder. Your ass is now slapping against my thighs. My cock is going deeper and deeper. You can feel my grip tightening. The sweat is now dripping off your back. Your ass starts to sting. You remember how this all started. It makes you want more. Now I don’t have to prompt you. “Harder,” you scream. “Please! Harder!” I reward you and begin to go harder and faster. I’ve started to grunt. Groan. It sounds like an animal. And that turns you on even more. You turn your head back and smile. You’re hooked. You know you will never be the same again. I lean over and say, “I’m going to cum inside you now.” “Yes please,” you say. I pull your hair back harder. Grasp your throat tighter. You can’t breath. It is delightfully overwhelming. And then I start to yell. A yell of victory. And as I yell you feel me exploding inside you. You can feel my cock throbbing. Your entire body is shaking. You’re dizzy. I push you down firmly against the bed my cock still firmly pressing deep inside of you. The shaking of my body slowly starts to diminish until it finally stops.

You know I’m finished. But you don’t know what to do now. I slide out, turn you over gently, and kiss you slowly from your pussy up to your lips. I look deep into your eyes and say, softly, “That’s a good girl.”

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