"You know why you're here..." a calm, confident voice echoes through the darkness.
She nods slowly. The silver duct tape over her lips - tacky, sticky, tight - holds her own lingerie stuffed inside her mouth.
"You know this is going to hurt..." comes the voice again.
She shudders. It's been so long since she's been treated this way - entrusting her body and mind to another, yet still against giving it all away.
She nods again. The soft cloth covering her eyes prevents her from seeing her dominant, who stands just in front of her, smiling at her nude and beautiful form.
His eye slowly slides along her curves...From the ropes that wrap elegantly around her wrists, binding them high over her head to the beam which stretches across the room, and those that hold her elbows close together. From the dark hair that glides about her face, down along her neck and breasts, her pert nipples standing at, and asking for, attention. Along her stretched out ribcage, her skin pulled taut against her sides, her belly button elongated with the length of her luscious body. Down through the valleys of her hips, her perfectly shaven mound pressed tightly between her thighs. The the ropes that snugly hold her knees and ankles together, with smooth, black thigh high nylons ensacing her feet and legs, accentuating the natural shape of her beautiful, sensual legs.
Licking his lips, he reaches out, his warm hands resting on his girl's waist. She shivers at the warm touch, a single wave of adrenaline pumping into her naked body. Her head tilts down as if to see through her blindfold where his strong hands were waiting. The hands glide slowly along her skin, sliding up against her sides and curving about her breasts, cupping them, massaging them.
Her nose flares slightly as she lets out a sigh of pleasure, her heart beginning to beat faster. A storm is already beginning to brew in her loins, and she begins to fear the intensity of her looming scene.
Leaning forward, wishing to push herself against him, her stocking covered heels lift slightly off the carpet beneath her feet. She quickly releases the tension and presses her heels back down, according to the instructions she'd been given before she was trussed up like the little toy she is.
Oh, those instructions. Her breath trembled as she remembered what she'd been told. "Your feet will stay flat on the floor at all times, little one," he'd said. "No matter how much it hurts, or how intense things get, your only order is to keep those little feet flat on the carpet..."
He had paused when he said this. The words had hung in the air like a heavy dew on a cool spring morning.
"...or else."
Again, the nude, bound, and beautiful young woman trembled, and a small squeal erupted from behind her tape-and-panty gag as his fingertips pinched her swollen nipples. She deserved this; she disobeyed. She flinched and screwed her eyelids tightly shut as he twisted her nipples slightly, sending jolts of pain through her chest and making her heart skip a beat. Goosebumps began to rise throughout her chest as she whimpered in discomfort, and she gasped through her nose as he released her stiff, pink nubs.
A silence pierced the air for several long, hanging seconds. Her dominant slowly walked behind her, admiring the shape of her firm and smooth backside; the valley of the small of her back; the ripples in her flesh where her shoulders tried to meet behind her. Hanging, helpless, nude, and on edge...she was his to use and play with, and she wanted it...every second of it.
After what felt like an eternity, she squealed sharply when she felt hundreds of tiny metal spikes resting, one at a time, along the underside of her rear end. The gloves she'd longingly hoped to feel against her flesh, the object of one of her deepest desires for a very long time, were finally biting into her skin, fit tightly over her partner's fingers and palms.
She felt his breath on her neck as he gripped her backside, gently squeezing and sending a shocking mix of pleasure and mild pain through her. Her breath quickened, and she tried to press back against him; he was so close, she could sense his warmth, his power, his affection. As the spikes began to slowly slide against her taut skin, skimming around her hips, she gasped sharply and quivered.
The tiny spikes, oh how wonderous they felt. Setting her nerves alight, she quivered in his grasp as he pressed his body against hers, his gloved hands gliding teasingly up over her waist. His strong hands stopped and gave her midsection a squeeze, churning her emotions to a boil as her nude form shook from sensation. She was still afraid, still unsure, but the pleasure of this encounter was undeniable.
As his hands again slid up along her torso, she began to giggle. Her sensitive sides began to tickle as the sharp pricks slid along her stretched cage, stroking gently on their teasing course. Gripping her ribcage had the same effect; pulling her against his body and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, she let out a string of squeals and giggles as her knees began to buckle and the rope cuffs about her wrists pulled tight. His fingertips began to wiggle and vibrate against her ribs, forcing louder and quicker squeals from behind her tight, sticky gag. Her breasts jiggled gently with her laughter and her nipples throbbed with arousal as she pressed her backside against his waist.
The hands slid forward, wrapping about her chest. Her perky breasts were enveloped by his fingers, sensations exploding in her brain as they bit into her nipples. Her laughter melted into a long moan of pleasure, and she began to feel her tight womanhood throb and pulse with anticipation. The tacks stroked slowly, lightly across her hypersensitive flesh, causing her skin to pull tight and raise yet more goosebumps along her chest, arms, and thighs.
From behind her gag, a muffled word slowly leaked out. She wasn't sure what she meant to say as the sensations coursed through her young body, but her lips, had they been free, would have uttered a small, helpless, "...please..."
His fingers made one final trip across her skin, hundreds of small points gliding into her underarms, forcing a new gasp of pleasure from her body. Her chest heaved, fearing the feeling, knowing her underarms were smooth and extremely vulnerable to ticklish, teasing sensations. Her neck and chest had turned a lovely, seductive shade of pink, and her thighs quivered as she felt her nerves exploding.
The hands lifted, leaving her smooth flesh to quiver from the withdrawal. She wanted him close to her, and she whimpered when he pulled away, but she knew what came next.
She heard him toss the gloves to the floor, and sighed when his hands began to carress her rear end again. Palms and fingertips sliding along the curve of her backside, sensitizing her skin, warming her up for what was to come. Stroking his fingernails along her flesh made her squirm, and she tried hard not to giggle at the sensation.
A shriek erupted from her tapegag as the first blow was dealt. His open hand against her left cheek, making her rump jiggle and her hips jut forward a fraction of an inch. The second blow, on her right cheek, forced another shriek from her, as well as the next several strikes.
Keeping her nyloned soles flat on the floor, as she was told, was very difficult. Each gentle swat sent a rush of adrenaline and arousal fueled excitement through her body and into her mind, further churning the waters of her submissive tendencies. She wanted to bad to give in, to turn her mind over, but she was so afraid, so terrified, that she continued to fight it. The feeling, the pain, the sting of the beating was so marvelous, so wonderful, that she was afraid to let it go.
Clap after clap of pain shot through her, slowly, one every couple of seconds. Her rear end began to heat up and sting, and to her dominant's eyes, her pale cheeks had already begun to turn a light shade of pink. Each blow make her breasts and backside ripple sensually, and soon, her hips began to gyrate.
Moans of pain began to leak from her tapegag. Her head pressed against her arms, bound so tightly behind her skull. She quivered in suffering as the speed of her spanking increased, as well as the power behind each blow. Her knees buckled, and she rested her weight on her wrists, hanging helplessly as she was given exactly what she knew she needed.
Seconds turned into minutes. A gentle spanking turned into an intense beating, nearly a punishment. She squealed as the pain magnified, moment by moment, until her backside felt as if it was on fire, and the stinging pain resonated deep into her hips. She fought a tear of pain that began to form in the corners of her eyes, blinking them away from behind her blindfold.
As she began to slip, her mind finally beginning to give in, her heart aching to entrust itself to him...he stopped. The curve of her ass suddenly felt the chill of the room's air against it, and she shuddered, her mind coming around from a near trip to another plane. Her breath calmed as new seconds ticked by, but her nipples...oh how stiff they were.
And oh, how it hurt when she suddenly felt clamps pressing against them.
She squealed in pain as her throbbing, swollen nipples were pinched between the tiny rubber-coated prongs, as he applied them to each side. The shining chain connecting them dangled from her chest and pulled on her sensitive buds, and swayed back and forth gently as she quivered in sensation.
Then, she heard something that sent a spike of fear through her chest. The jangle of his belt buckle as he removed the leather from it's frame. The shifting sound as the strip of material was pulled in one smooth motion from his waist.
She moaned, then squealed, knowing what was about to come. She wanted so badly to beg for mercy; her skin was so sensitive, her body so helpless, she didn't know if she was ready. Barely a second passed before the first sharp pain exploded on her rump, the side leather belt biting harshly and with a loud clap.
Each blow sounded - and felt - like a lightning strike. Digging her heels into the carpet beneath her, she squealed loudly with each shot, her heated rump turning brighter and brigther pink. Soon, squeals turned into soft screams as she shook her head side to side and bit down into her own panties.
Her body and mind were at odds. She wanted to ask him, nay, beg him for mercy, because the pain was so intense, so acute. At the same time, she knew that giving in, turning herself over, submitting to his will, is what she needed. She needed this trust, she needed him to purge her stress and make her feel welcomed and safe. She knew, deep down, that it would make her feel more complete.
The blows rose up over the curve of her ass and began to land on her waist. The leather belt snapped across her hips, first one side, then the other. Shrieking in pain, she quivered in her tight, supportive ropes, her knees no longer supporting her weight of her nude and aroused body. The rope around her wrists groaned and stretched as she was beaten, her mind beginning to haze and turn dark.
The belt continued it's trip along her naked torso. Light red welts appeared along her body and soon she was covered in them, along her waist, hips, and sides. She no longer squealed, but grunted, as each strike pushed her further and further into submission.
A very slight pause as the belt is repositioned in his hand. An explosion of pain, far more intense than anything she'd felt before, detonated in her chest. The belt snapped across her naked chest, leaving a wide, pink mark across the side of her left breast. She screamed in lucsious pain, her mind breaking, her will dissolving. Unable to speak, unable to move, tears began to suddenly flow from her eyes and into the blindfold. All the stress of the world poured out from her mind as she shrieked in intense pain and incredible pleasure, the chains connecting her pinched and throbbing nipples swaying with each blow. Her breasts turned bright red and she hung limply from her wrists as a bead of slick honey slid down along her inner thighs, followed by another, and another, leaving a trail that led to her now soaking wet womanly core.
She was His.
She didn't feel the last few whippings of her hypersensitive, red chest. She didn't hear him as he asked, "Are you okay, love?" She didn't feel the flat blade of the safety shears as the ropes were quickly cut from her limp, hanging body, and she didn't notice when he picked her up and carried her body into the other room, resting her gently on the bed.
When she awoke, she shivered at the intense warmth of his body, wrapped tightly around hers. Her breath was quick and her heart was still pounding in her chest, threatening to erupt from her body. His arms were wrapped around her and his legs intertwined with hers, and the moisture from her pink core was still warm and fresh between her pussy lips. She wiggled back against him, pressing her naked body against his, feeling him comfort her and console her in her bliss.
She was happy in her submission. She sighed heavily as her heartbeat calmed and her breathing slowed, as he whispered his affection for her into her ear. He kissed away what was left of her tears, and told her that she was his lovely little girl, and that we so very, very proud of her. She smiled, unable to speak, unable to thank him for showing her how much he cared, for proving to her that she could trust him. As she fell asleep in his arms, she began to dream.
She nods slowly. The silver duct tape over her lips - tacky, sticky, tight - holds her own lingerie stuffed inside her mouth.
"You know this is going to hurt..." comes the voice again.
She shudders. It's been so long since she's been treated this way - entrusting her body and mind to another, yet still against giving it all away.
She nods again. The soft cloth covering her eyes prevents her from seeing her dominant, who stands just in front of her, smiling at her nude and beautiful form.
His eye slowly slides along her curves...From the ropes that wrap elegantly around her wrists, binding them high over her head to the beam which stretches across the room, and those that hold her elbows close together. From the dark hair that glides about her face, down along her neck and breasts, her pert nipples standing at, and asking for, attention. Along her stretched out ribcage, her skin pulled taut against her sides, her belly button elongated with the length of her luscious body. Down through the valleys of her hips, her perfectly shaven mound pressed tightly between her thighs. The the ropes that snugly hold her knees and ankles together, with smooth, black thigh high nylons ensacing her feet and legs, accentuating the natural shape of her beautiful, sensual legs.
Licking his lips, he reaches out, his warm hands resting on his girl's waist. She shivers at the warm touch, a single wave of adrenaline pumping into her naked body. Her head tilts down as if to see through her blindfold where his strong hands were waiting. The hands glide slowly along her skin, sliding up against her sides and curving about her breasts, cupping them, massaging them.
Her nose flares slightly as she lets out a sigh of pleasure, her heart beginning to beat faster. A storm is already beginning to brew in her loins, and she begins to fear the intensity of her looming scene.
Leaning forward, wishing to push herself against him, her stocking covered heels lift slightly off the carpet beneath her feet. She quickly releases the tension and presses her heels back down, according to the instructions she'd been given before she was trussed up like the little toy she is.
Oh, those instructions. Her breath trembled as she remembered what she'd been told. "Your feet will stay flat on the floor at all times, little one," he'd said. "No matter how much it hurts, or how intense things get, your only order is to keep those little feet flat on the carpet..."
He had paused when he said this. The words had hung in the air like a heavy dew on a cool spring morning.
"...or else."
Again, the nude, bound, and beautiful young woman trembled, and a small squeal erupted from behind her tape-and-panty gag as his fingertips pinched her swollen nipples. She deserved this; she disobeyed. She flinched and screwed her eyelids tightly shut as he twisted her nipples slightly, sending jolts of pain through her chest and making her heart skip a beat. Goosebumps began to rise throughout her chest as she whimpered in discomfort, and she gasped through her nose as he released her stiff, pink nubs.
A silence pierced the air for several long, hanging seconds. Her dominant slowly walked behind her, admiring the shape of her firm and smooth backside; the valley of the small of her back; the ripples in her flesh where her shoulders tried to meet behind her. Hanging, helpless, nude, and on edge...she was his to use and play with, and she wanted it...every second of it.
After what felt like an eternity, she squealed sharply when she felt hundreds of tiny metal spikes resting, one at a time, along the underside of her rear end. The gloves she'd longingly hoped to feel against her flesh, the object of one of her deepest desires for a very long time, were finally biting into her skin, fit tightly over her partner's fingers and palms.
She felt his breath on her neck as he gripped her backside, gently squeezing and sending a shocking mix of pleasure and mild pain through her. Her breath quickened, and she tried to press back against him; he was so close, she could sense his warmth, his power, his affection. As the spikes began to slowly slide against her taut skin, skimming around her hips, she gasped sharply and quivered.
The tiny spikes, oh how wonderous they felt. Setting her nerves alight, she quivered in his grasp as he pressed his body against hers, his gloved hands gliding teasingly up over her waist. His strong hands stopped and gave her midsection a squeeze, churning her emotions to a boil as her nude form shook from sensation. She was still afraid, still unsure, but the pleasure of this encounter was undeniable.
As his hands again slid up along her torso, she began to giggle. Her sensitive sides began to tickle as the sharp pricks slid along her stretched cage, stroking gently on their teasing course. Gripping her ribcage had the same effect; pulling her against his body and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, she let out a string of squeals and giggles as her knees began to buckle and the rope cuffs about her wrists pulled tight. His fingertips began to wiggle and vibrate against her ribs, forcing louder and quicker squeals from behind her tight, sticky gag. Her breasts jiggled gently with her laughter and her nipples throbbed with arousal as she pressed her backside against his waist.
The hands slid forward, wrapping about her chest. Her perky breasts were enveloped by his fingers, sensations exploding in her brain as they bit into her nipples. Her laughter melted into a long moan of pleasure, and she began to feel her tight womanhood throb and pulse with anticipation. The tacks stroked slowly, lightly across her hypersensitive flesh, causing her skin to pull tight and raise yet more goosebumps along her chest, arms, and thighs.
From behind her gag, a muffled word slowly leaked out. She wasn't sure what she meant to say as the sensations coursed through her young body, but her lips, had they been free, would have uttered a small, helpless, "...please..."
His fingers made one final trip across her skin, hundreds of small points gliding into her underarms, forcing a new gasp of pleasure from her body. Her chest heaved, fearing the feeling, knowing her underarms were smooth and extremely vulnerable to ticklish, teasing sensations. Her neck and chest had turned a lovely, seductive shade of pink, and her thighs quivered as she felt her nerves exploding.
The hands lifted, leaving her smooth flesh to quiver from the withdrawal. She wanted him close to her, and she whimpered when he pulled away, but she knew what came next.
She heard him toss the gloves to the floor, and sighed when his hands began to carress her rear end again. Palms and fingertips sliding along the curve of her backside, sensitizing her skin, warming her up for what was to come. Stroking his fingernails along her flesh made her squirm, and she tried hard not to giggle at the sensation.
A shriek erupted from her tapegag as the first blow was dealt. His open hand against her left cheek, making her rump jiggle and her hips jut forward a fraction of an inch. The second blow, on her right cheek, forced another shriek from her, as well as the next several strikes.
Keeping her nyloned soles flat on the floor, as she was told, was very difficult. Each gentle swat sent a rush of adrenaline and arousal fueled excitement through her body and into her mind, further churning the waters of her submissive tendencies. She wanted to bad to give in, to turn her mind over, but she was so afraid, so terrified, that she continued to fight it. The feeling, the pain, the sting of the beating was so marvelous, so wonderful, that she was afraid to let it go.
Clap after clap of pain shot through her, slowly, one every couple of seconds. Her rear end began to heat up and sting, and to her dominant's eyes, her pale cheeks had already begun to turn a light shade of pink. Each blow make her breasts and backside ripple sensually, and soon, her hips began to gyrate.
Moans of pain began to leak from her tapegag. Her head pressed against her arms, bound so tightly behind her skull. She quivered in suffering as the speed of her spanking increased, as well as the power behind each blow. Her knees buckled, and she rested her weight on her wrists, hanging helplessly as she was given exactly what she knew she needed.
Seconds turned into minutes. A gentle spanking turned into an intense beating, nearly a punishment. She squealed as the pain magnified, moment by moment, until her backside felt as if it was on fire, and the stinging pain resonated deep into her hips. She fought a tear of pain that began to form in the corners of her eyes, blinking them away from behind her blindfold.
As she began to slip, her mind finally beginning to give in, her heart aching to entrust itself to him...he stopped. The curve of her ass suddenly felt the chill of the room's air against it, and she shuddered, her mind coming around from a near trip to another plane. Her breath calmed as new seconds ticked by, but her nipples...oh how stiff they were.
And oh, how it hurt when she suddenly felt clamps pressing against them.
She squealed in pain as her throbbing, swollen nipples were pinched between the tiny rubber-coated prongs, as he applied them to each side. The shining chain connecting them dangled from her chest and pulled on her sensitive buds, and swayed back and forth gently as she quivered in sensation.
Then, she heard something that sent a spike of fear through her chest. The jangle of his belt buckle as he removed the leather from it's frame. The shifting sound as the strip of material was pulled in one smooth motion from his waist.
She moaned, then squealed, knowing what was about to come. She wanted so badly to beg for mercy; her skin was so sensitive, her body so helpless, she didn't know if she was ready. Barely a second passed before the first sharp pain exploded on her rump, the side leather belt biting harshly and with a loud clap.
Each blow sounded - and felt - like a lightning strike. Digging her heels into the carpet beneath her, she squealed loudly with each shot, her heated rump turning brighter and brigther pink. Soon, squeals turned into soft screams as she shook her head side to side and bit down into her own panties.
Her body and mind were at odds. She wanted to ask him, nay, beg him for mercy, because the pain was so intense, so acute. At the same time, she knew that giving in, turning herself over, submitting to his will, is what she needed. She needed this trust, she needed him to purge her stress and make her feel welcomed and safe. She knew, deep down, that it would make her feel more complete.
The blows rose up over the curve of her ass and began to land on her waist. The leather belt snapped across her hips, first one side, then the other. Shrieking in pain, she quivered in her tight, supportive ropes, her knees no longer supporting her weight of her nude and aroused body. The rope around her wrists groaned and stretched as she was beaten, her mind beginning to haze and turn dark.
The belt continued it's trip along her naked torso. Light red welts appeared along her body and soon she was covered in them, along her waist, hips, and sides. She no longer squealed, but grunted, as each strike pushed her further and further into submission.
A very slight pause as the belt is repositioned in his hand. An explosion of pain, far more intense than anything she'd felt before, detonated in her chest. The belt snapped across her naked chest, leaving a wide, pink mark across the side of her left breast. She screamed in lucsious pain, her mind breaking, her will dissolving. Unable to speak, unable to move, tears began to suddenly flow from her eyes and into the blindfold. All the stress of the world poured out from her mind as she shrieked in intense pain and incredible pleasure, the chains connecting her pinched and throbbing nipples swaying with each blow. Her breasts turned bright red and she hung limply from her wrists as a bead of slick honey slid down along her inner thighs, followed by another, and another, leaving a trail that led to her now soaking wet womanly core.
She was His.
She didn't feel the last few whippings of her hypersensitive, red chest. She didn't hear him as he asked, "Are you okay, love?" She didn't feel the flat blade of the safety shears as the ropes were quickly cut from her limp, hanging body, and she didn't notice when he picked her up and carried her body into the other room, resting her gently on the bed.
When she awoke, she shivered at the intense warmth of his body, wrapped tightly around hers. Her breath was quick and her heart was still pounding in her chest, threatening to erupt from her body. His arms were wrapped around her and his legs intertwined with hers, and the moisture from her pink core was still warm and fresh between her pussy lips. She wiggled back against him, pressing her naked body against his, feeling him comfort her and console her in her bliss.
She was happy in her submission. She sighed heavily as her heartbeat calmed and her breathing slowed, as he whispered his affection for her into her ear. He kissed away what was left of her tears, and told her that she was his lovely little girl, and that we so very, very proud of her. She smiled, unable to speak, unable to thank him for showing her how much he cared, for proving to her that she could trust him. As she fell asleep in his arms, she began to dream.
