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The Journey of a New sub. Part 4.
9/7/2010 3:35 am |
I felt the mattress shift underneath me as Sir knelt on the bed and used my leash to gently pull me upright onto my knees. My eyes remained clenched shut, but I couldn’t control my involuntary whimpers. My blonde hair hung loose around my face obscuring most of my features from his view. My ass cheek was stinging more than I could have ever imagined and it felt like every other nerve in my body was hypersensitive. I felt his warm breath on the side of my neck as he moved my hair away and felt his lips graze my ear ‘Does my little bitch want more? Your ass has turned a lovely shade of pink,’ The sound of his voice so quiet and close to my ear was reassuring and yet his words spoke volumes about the control he already had over me. I liked him calling me a slut and a bitch; what I would normally take as an insult seemed so apt coming from his mouth. ‘So do you want some more?’ I could hardly string a sentence together, my brain was solely occupied with the overwhelming sensations radiating from the rest of my body. So I just shook my head as my hair fell back over my face. ‘Disrespect again I see. You have just given me the answer I need.’ He let my leash go and I fell forward onto my hands and knees. Thus providing him with a perfect angle for him to whip my ass again. I knew exactly how I had disrespected him. I hadn’t spoken when spoken to, and I hadn’t addressed him as Sir. The sensible and obedient side of me couldn’t believe how arrogant I was being, but the confident and kinky demon inside me wanted to explore my pain threshold a little further. All of these thoughts travelled through my mind in the few seconds it took for Sir to raise the whip and place another mind blowing lash across my other buttock. This time I crumpled to the mattress. I felt a torrent of pain wash through my body and my breathing was instantly ragged. I began to beg. ‘Please, Sir. Please, please, please. I’m sorry, Sir. Please, Sir.’ Sir let me continue in that fashion for a few moments enjoying hearing me beg for the first time. He then placed his hands firmly on either side of my hips and pulled me up so I was on my knees again, with my ass and pussy readily accessible for him. I took a few deep breaths and attempted to compose myself in preparation for more lashes with the whip. However, I was pleasantly surprised as I felt his fingers hook into the piece of leather nestled between my pink cheeks and moved it to the side. I was wet and I wanted him to finger fuck me. I moved my legs further apart to open my pussy up for him. I felt him gently run his finger up and down my folds a few times, smearing my sticky juice up and down my pussy. I arched my back and thrust my pink bits at him. He began to softly trace small circles around my fuck hole, teasing me and making me very aware of the fact I hadn’t been penetrated by him. I felt a gradual increase in pressure on my pussy and felt his finger slip inside me for the first time. I was warm and tight around his finger, and he began to stroke in and out of me, hard and fast. I moved back towards him trying to meet the thrusts of his finger so I could feel him deeper inside me. Just as I began to work myself into a rhythm Sir abruptly stopped. I turned around to ask Sir to continue, but instead I watched him as he licked his finger, to taste the juices from my punani. I was enjoying the way Sir alternated episodes of pain with pleasure. It allowed my body to tolerate more pain and kept the edge on my desire to cum. He jerked on my leash and pulled me around. When I was facing him, I sat back on my haunches with my hands clasped in my lap. I coyly looked up at Sir and caught the small hint of a smile on his face. I looked back down at my lap and couldn’t help my own feeling of pride and self-satisfaction. Just a small smile from my new Sir meant a lot; I had been very worried that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations and disappoint him. A few moments later I felt him run his index finger along my jaw bone and tilt my chin up to look at him. He planted a soft kiss on my lips. ‘I need a cigarette,’ Sir said as he pulled away from the kiss. I pouted, I didn’t want him to leave me when he had me so worked up. ‘I want you to sit on the floor, right here,’ and he pointed to the foot of the bed right by one of the four wooden posts. I promptly slid off the bed and resumed my kneeling position, right on the spot he had pointed to. Sir firmly grabbed both of my wrists, wrapped them around the pole and clipped them together. ‘I know you can physically undo the clip, but I also know that you don’t want to,’ With that he turned around and walked out of the hotel room. I should probably mention at this point that I’m a person who suffers claustrophobia, so sometimes bondage can panic me totally; however, that doesn’t stop it me from enjoying it most of the time. BUT as a safety rule whenever I play with ropes there is always a pair of sharp scissors on the bedside table. Sir knew this, and sure enough the scissors were already on the bedside table. By leaving me attached to the bed post he had let me know he was firmly in control of the situation, but had given me an escape route if I needed it. A simple gesture, but it made me realise that he respected my boundaries as a new sub. I sat there for a few moments, pondering my current situation. Alone, almost naked, arms wrapped around a post of the most amazing four poster bed. And I should mention incredibly wet and horny. I couldn’t wait for Sir to come back, I just lay there with my head resting on the corner of the mattress watching the doorway for his return. Sir had been right, while I knew I could undo the cuffs, there wasn’t a single part of me that even contemplated doing that. |
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