*You walk in the door and put your bag down. Closing the door, you seemingly speak to an empty room.*
“You will be in the playroom waiting for me. This has been a long day, Pet, and you are to be my distraction. This will not be fun.” You walk away, appearing to have forgotten your bag. Once your footsteps are no longer audible I rise. You like me kneeling next to the door, waiting for your return home. It’s not that you don’t trust me, you just like to know where I am. I quickly grab your bag and put it away. Before I enter the playroom I strip down and replace my clothes with the rugby shorts that you prefer.
I open the door and walk to the far wall. Your favorite leather cuffs hang from a chain on the wall, attached low enough to reach when I’m kneeling, but with a chain short enough that my arms are forced to remain over my head. From your tone I know this is where you want me. There is no escape here. No hiding. No avoiding what you have in mind. Nervousness and excitement course through me, my shorts straining to contain the erection that has already come to life just from the thought of what is to happen next.
I slide the cuffs on, kneel facing the wall and wait. Finally, you enter. My shoulders have already begun to ache, but hearing and knowing you are close seems to make all that discomfort melt away. Peeking out the corner of my eye I see you in your favorite short, sundress style PJs. I know you love these due to how comfortable they are, but also how little they restrict your movement… This will be critical in what is to come. I also know, from experience, that that is all you are wearing. No panties for you, they do little but get wet and in the way. Sure, they can serve a purpose, but not here. There is no pretense here. Only fun. Caring. Beauty. Pleasure. Pain. Sweat, blood, and tears. This room can be anything. Tonight it will be a place of great hurt and a place of incredible caring.
“Tonight will be the belt, Pet, and it will be a long night. This day has not been kind and I leave it to you to make it better. You will ask and beg for every lash, and you will thank me after the same. I need you, Pet, do not let me down. Start by removing your shorts, they annoy me.”
‘I am yours, Mistress. I will serve you well.’ I immediately wriggle and twist and, finally, am able to kick the shorts away.
“Ask for what you want, Pet. It’s time.”
‘Please, gracious Mistress… Hurt me. I want your pain and I want to wear your mark.’
“Oh, Pet, what would I do without you…” you say with a pleased sigh.
*CRACK* goes the belt across my back… Not a heavy blow, but one that cuts straight into me.
*Sucks air in sharply* ‘Thank you, Mistress. Please, another. I want all you have.’
*CRACK* This one lands on the same spot as the first.
‘FUCK. Thank you. Please don’t stop…. ‘
Round and round we go… You flicking out the belt like an extension of your arm, loving the pain you see in my response and hear in my voice.
It’s not long before speaking with clarity becomes difficult.
‘Thh… Thank you. Please. More.’ No longer kneeling straight up, but leaning into the cuffs and leaving my shoulders take the brunt of the load. I have crossed a threshhold, where the pain is no longer cutting and sharp, but dull and heavy. A slight sweat has broken out as you send the belt falling across my discolored back again and again.
“God, Pet, you are looking so beautiful… and you are doing such a wonderful job. I am so fucking wet from putting you through this… See?” You walk over and straddle my back, grinding and rolling your hips, your wetness leaving trails on the marks you have given me. “Mmm, we’re not done, but you are doing so well, such a good boy.” At this praise I slowly straighten and, with a clearing of my throat, say, ‘Unless you are pleased, Mistress, I need another. Please, treat me as you desire…’
Another round of our dance… Five times I beg. Five times you acquiesce. Five times you hurt me and bruise me, five times I thank you.
I have let go, slumped against my restraints… I have nothing else to give. Though I am beaten and bruised, I am more aroused than I can remember. My cock is about to split in half, I never knew it could get this hard. It’s not the pain that I love, it’s what I can tell it’s doing to you. From the first stroke I’ve heard you breathing harder, more huskily. I know this turns you on more than you ever expected, and that is what does it for me. I would do anything, and have done many things, to turn you on, though that is another story for another day.
Exhausted, with my head floating in the clouds, you drop the belt and walk over towards me. “Oh my sweet, wonderful Pet. Mmm, fuck you look delicious.” Kneeling behind me you begin to caress and kiss and lick and bite the marks that you have provided me. Slowly, your hands work their way up my arms and free my left hand.
“Can’t have this going anywhere.” Using the binding tape you seemed to have made appear out of thin air you secure my left arm behind my back, like I’m wearing a half set of handcuffs. “Much better.” Now, as your fingers graze over my back and your lips find my neck, you grind yourself onto my fingers. With your right arm you reach around and begin to stroke my angry, aching cock. Slowly at first, teasingly… All while whispering in my ear… “Who’s a good boy? Do you like this, Pet? Have you earned this?” I can hardly speak, but I manage to mumble, ‘I’m yours.’ You love this.
Standing up you remove my other hand from its cuff and walk me over to the large chaise lounge, me trying to keep up with you from my knees.
“I am done hurting you, Pet. It’s time to please me.”
You lay back on the chaise and, with your hand still in my hair, guide my face to your sweet, beautiful pussy. I can see the glistening from your arousal all over your legs and lips. You pull my head in and I follow with no resistance. Licking, cleaning, loving every piece of you that I can get my mouth on. Your breath quickens and your head goes back, I know this is a very good sign and if I can get you off and do it well that you may return the favor.
Wave after wave of pleasure and passion roll over you while I lick and suck and nibble.. I’ve even managed to use my right hand and slide two fingers inside of you, rocking and gliding in time with my face and my tongue and your hips. You cum again and again, leaving me with new wetness to taste and enjoy. When you have finally had enough you get a foot on my shoulder and push me away.
Both exhausted, one of us half bound and all painfilled, you slowly stand… “If you can make it to my room, Pet, you may sleep in my bed. I will even allow you to put your head on my hip, but no higher than my waist, do you understand?” I nod confusedly. “Silly Pet, did you think I would let you finish? It’s only been two weeks! The next two will fly by, I promise… Oh, and grab the other cuffs off the shelf, you know what tomorrow is. My playmate will be here and I need to know where you are so I know you’re safe. Can’t have you getting too far away from the headboard while I have my fun, silly Pet.” I take a few breaths, obviously drained by what has happened tonight but eager for what awaits both this evening and in the morning. It’s all I can do to keep from smiling like an idiot while I grab the cuffs when I hear you from your room…
“Pet, come.” I quicken my woozy and uneven pace and head to your room. I lay down at your side, ecstatic that you’ve allowed me so close, so connected to you. And two more weeks! I’m not sure I can make it until morning, but I will find a way. I must. I have given you that power and control, freely, and trust you implicitly. You are my Mistress and I your Pet.
Your hand runs through my hair and down my neck as you sigh, the sound of a woman who has everything she could need or want. “Go to sleep now, Pet,” as though you can hear and feel the thoughts and feelings blazing through my mind and body. “We have another day of play tomorrow and I need you ready.”
‘Yes, Mistress,” and I drift off to sleep, for when your owner and Mistress gives a command, there is no choice but to obey. I obey.
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