Staring up at his tall frame, a sudden wave of submission coats my mind and body. His darkened eyes confirm the palpable shift in power, and I become His. With one swift movement, He snakes His arm around my waist and swivels me around until I am trapped between His strength and the cold wall. The coolness seeps through my thin mesh top doing all it can to control the fire spreading between my thighs as He gently lowers his lips to meet mine. At first, His lips are tentative and teasing, as if testing the waters until eventually growing into a deep and urgent desire and I find myself begging to be closer. Pulling away, He grabs my left arm and effortlessly throws me towards the bed.
‘Bend over.’
I comply instantly as if it were second nature, as if He commands my brain and I am merely the body that follows. Bending over, I feel a welcomed draft swim up between my thighs as my obscenely short skirt rides up exposing my pantyless behind, courtesy of Sir’s orders. Suddenly, a sharp sting travels through my right cheek and straight to my sweet spot. He rhythmically continues, His heavy hands simultaneously soothing and swatting. With each blow a low guttural moan escapes me, and I feel the tension in my body dissipate and bliss take its place.
Author: canaryyellow__
Bound. [BDSM] – 22F
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.