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The Journey of a New sub. Part 3
9/2/2010 6:51 am |
Sir shocked me out of my reverie by pulling on my chain again. I quickly replaced my champagne flute onto the table and began to stand up. ‘No slut, on your knees and crawl,’ he pulled me to the hallway where there was a full length mirror. ‘Stand up. Look at yourself in the mirror,’ he stood behind me and placed his hands on my hips. ‘Look at yourself, in your leather bra and underwear, with your matching leather collar and cuffs. You look just beautiful. And you are all mine tonight,’ He was right. I did feel sexy. My long blonde hair was slightly tousled and fell over my shoulders, falling just short of covering my nipples. The black leather highlighted my fair skin and the leather studded bra gave my breasts a wonderful shape. Whilst I was standing there Sir slid his hand down the front of my g-string and began to gently rub my clit. I closed my eyes, revelling in the tingling feeling as it spread throughout my body. I arched my back and felt my ass cheeks brush across the front of his pants, I quickly noticed the erection between his legs. I smiled cheekily and looked at his reflection in the mirror, ‘I believe you’re turned on,’ He simply growled, grabbed the back of the collar and shoved me towards the bedroom. ‘Get on the bed, on hands and knees, with your ass in the air,’ I quickly complied, hoping that he would continue to play with my pussy, but I was sorely mistaken. ‘I want to introduce you to the horsehair whip. This is for your insolence earlier. You will remember to call me Sir, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you still disrespect me and neglect to address me as Sir.’ He began to run the coarse whip over my back and between my legs. The coarseness on my sensitive lower back made me shiver and brought goose bumps to my flesh. I involuntarily kept arching and straightening my back in response to the teasing touch, just like a cat languidly stretching. Then without warning I felt the sudden stinging and burning as the first strike of the whip cracked across my backside. My sharp intake of breath coincided with my involuntary withdrawal from the pain. Sir then continued the gentle teasing with the coarse horsehair. It was actually soothing following the first kiss of the whip. Just as my body began to relax I felt the same burn on the opposite ass cheek. This time I let out a little noise halfway between a cry of pain and a moan of pleasure. I am always astounded by the way my body reacts to pain. Sitting here in the comfort of my home I still find it hard to believe that it could make me so wet to feel the bite of a whip on my flesh, or even just the heat from a good spanking. It has probably been my intrinsic nature, but I have only been able to explore it as I have become more sexually curious. Someone once tried to explain it to me as the pain cutting through intense pleasure, as the pain subsides the pleasure rushes back with a much greater intensity. The contrast of pain and pleasure only makes the body more sensitive. However it works, what I knew was that I was enjoying the horsehair whip and getting incredibly turned on. Sir was standing behind me as I knelt near the edge of the bed. The frequency with which Sir was lashing was gradually increasing as my skin warmed up. He was paying special attention to my ass cheeks, but the backs of my thighs and my shoulder blades weren’t escaping his attention. The horsehair whip has a different feeling to some of the other whips I have experienced; the pain lasts for a shorter time, but has more heat and is less intense than a riding crop. When you juxtapose this with the coarse feeling of it running over my body and between my legs, you can understand why I was quivering from the sensation. My hips were already rhythmically rolling backwards and forwards; with every roll my ass was thrust out for him to strike. Each sting produced a low groan from the back of my throat. I didn’t count the lashes, our first experience together was more about exploring our likes and dislikes, establishing boundaries and exploring how I reacted to his actions. ‘I think you really quite like that whip my beautiful girl, actually its my favourite too. But now I want to introduce you to the leather whip,’ There was a slight pause as he changed tools then I felt the cool caress of the leather tails across my backside, sending a cold shiver shooting up my spine. That was the only warm up I received, the first crack seared across my left shoulder blade and made me cry out. I put my head to the mattress as the tails continued their slow and teasing path across my skin. Sir was using a lot more force with this whip. Just as the pain receded I felt him using it quickly, but lightly alternating across my ass cheeks. It sent tingles of pleasurable sensations up and down my spine. Intermittently there was a harder strike, but it was quickly soothed away by the rhythmic patter of the leather tails as they played across my soft flesh. As the intensity began to crescendo my low intermittent groans became a constant moan. I ached to be penetrated and feel something inside me. It was at this point that Sir whipped me harder than I have ever experienced before. It stole my breath away and instantly stilled the moan in my throat. After my initial full body flinch, I kept my position on the bed, but began to beg incoherently with my eyes scrunched tightly closed. I felt his warm and firm hand run across my bottom where it felt like it was on fire. His touch slowed my rapid breathing and resolved my incoherent and panicked speech into soft whimpering noises. With such a simple touch I knew I wanted to take more. |
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