The first strike of the whip was a shock. Bondage and submission is what this Master has in store for me. Obviously that crack of the whip was a line of fire that made me cry out. But I was quickly silenced by a gag.
Following, each subsequent lash was a blend of pain and pleasure. Now that sting is mingling with the thrill of being under such control. In fact, my Master is an artist with the whip. And he is painting my back with welts, each one a testament to his mastery and my surrender.
Bondage and Submission Has Me Surrendering Deliciously
Now the room is filled with the sounds of my muffled cries, the whip cutting through the air, and his heavy breathing. When He paused, his hands explored the marks he’d left. As it was soothing and then pinching, making me whimper behind the gag.
With a swift motion, he removed the gag, only to replace it with his command, “Beg for more.” My voice was hoarse, raw from my earlier screams, but I did as he asked, begging, pleading for more of his dominance, for more of the exquisite torture that was both my punishment and reward.
Finally he obliged, bringing out the clamps next, and attaching them to my nipples. This led to the sharp pain shooting through me. While grounding me further into this intense reality. Next, he tugged on the chain connecting them. While watching my reaction with a dark satisfaction.
Then came the edge play, a knife tracing my skin, the cold steel against my warmth. However, never cutting but always threatening, always reminding me of the edge we danced upon. Still, I am his canvas, his toy, his to mold as he saw fit.
When he finally allowed me release, it was like a dam breaking, overwhelming, almost too much to bear. Simultaneously I screamed his name. All while my body convulsing in the bonds, the pleasure tearing through me like a storm.
“Thank you, Master,” I murmured, my voice a whisper, my mind and body still echoing with the intensity of our shared experience.