When he arrived at my front door, he found me in black heels, thigh high black stockings, a silky black g-string and a black lacy corset. I had a black lace choker necklace on, and my hair was flowing freely. The look in his eyes as he walked in the door told me immediately that he approved of my attire. He dropped his bag, put one hand on my waist, and kissed me firmly on the lips. Then, opening his other hand, he handed me a squeaky toy that belonged to his dog. I looked at him with puzzlement.
“Are we going to play fetch today?” I questioned.
“No, we are not playing fetch, silly. That is going to be your safeword today,” he replied. I was still very confused, though.
“What’s wrong with my usual safeword?” I queried.
He gave me an evil grin. “You can’t possibly tell me your safeword if you have your mouth filled with a ball gag, and you can’t wave an arm or a leg if I have them bound to the bed.”
“Oh.” I replied. So we were going there. One of my last fears. One of my biggest worries. Trusting him enough to surrender my voice to him. To let him dominate me and not be able to say “STOP” if I got scared. Yes, I’d have the squeaky toy. It was still a major act of trust on my part to let him do this.
“Are you ok?” he said, looking into my eyes with concern.
“Yes. I just didn’t expect this. But I want this. I need this. I trust you. I just have to let go and surrender to it.”
With that, he gave me another kiss and a firm pat on my ass. “Upstairs. Now!” he commanded me, and I willingly obeyed. I took his hand and led him into my room. Once there, I put my arms around his shoulders and my hands around the back of his neck. I began kissing him passionately, letting him know how much I wanted him, even if he had other plans for entertaining us.
“God, you are so sexy, woman. You turn me on. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to wait a while to do something about that problem. Instead, I’m going to deal with the problem of your lily white ass,” he remarked, giving my bottom its next smack of the day. Despite the shock of the impact, I refused to give him the pleasure of crying out with surprise. He’d just have to wait until he earned my screams. Two could play at this game, or so I thought.
He led me over to the bed where he piled a few pillows in the center. “Up and over, Little One.” I wriggled across the bed and placed my plump bottom over the pillows, my face then laying down into the quilt. I felt him grab my left foot and draw it out towards the footboard. Soon, hemp rope was binding my foot in place, loose enough for me to not lose circulation but tight enough that I wasn’t going to be able to move more than an inch or two until he released me, an action that would be fully his to decide upon.
He repeated his actions again with my right foot. I could hear the rope knocking against the headboard as he swung it around, making loops and knots that would keep me captive. I tried to move a bit, but I found that, as always, he had done an excellent job of binding me exactly where he wanted me. Then followed my wrists, one after the other. I was now making a giant X while lying sideways across the king-sized bed, a position which left my ass exactly in position for a good, hard spanking from my Master. Just to make sure there would be no unintentional damage, he unfastened the garter straps attached to the bottom of my corset from their secured place on my stockings. He tucked the straps up out of the way, leaving my ass a completely clear target since my g-string was wedged firmly in my butt crack.
However, the setup was not complete yet. My Master pulled the ball gag from his bag. This was a new toy, one I’d never seen before. Before putting the gag on me, he asked if I had any final words or requests. I asked if this was a death sentence! He gave me an evil grin and handed me the squeaky dog toy back again since I had set it on the bed during our preparations. Then, he pulled my hair back into a ponytail fastener so that it would be clear of the gag. He looked at me and commented lovingly, “You look so beautiful when you are tied up like that.” His comments were punctuated with a kiss, which although it was at an awkward angle, still contained plenty of tongue and passion. Binding me like this always aroused him in ways nothing else could. My submission was his ultimate pleasure.
With that, he put the gag around my head and into my mouth. He tightened it and stepped back to assess the situation. The smile on his face told me he approved, but it also told me something else. He had another surprise in store for me. His hand reached back to his pocket and pulled out a folded black blindfold. “I thought we’d see what sensory deprivation was like. Are you ok with that?”
I looked at him and saw the love and desire in his eyes. Yes, I was fine with that. I nodded my head in the affirmative, and with my consent, my lover gently slipped the elastic over the back of my head. I was now bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was truly at my Master’s mercy.
I heard my Master moving around to the other side of the bed. Soon, I felt his warm hand gently caressing my ass as he contemplated his first line of attack. Giving into temptation rather quickly, his hand smacked my white bottom, beginning the process we both loved of making my skin quite red from his touch. Again and again he spanked, moving from one side to the other, taking some time to smack the tops of my thighs because he knew I loved being spanked there. He also made sure that he spanked both of my sit spots repeatedly, causing me to squirm on the bed and squeak through the gag to voice my disapproval at one of his favorite tricks.
Eventually the hand spanking stopped, and my Master rubbed my bottom with his hand. He spoke to me, telling me how good I was being in accepting my spanking, not that I had any choice given how he had tied me up.
It was at this point that I decided to let him know that I had figured out how to spit the gag out. As he turned to get another toy from my collection to use on my ass, I spat the gag out and said to him, “You know, I’ve read on Fetlife that spitting out the gag is often a behavior that causes Doms to have to punish their subs.”
Quickly his body flew around to the other side of the bed. “How did you get that out?” he questioned, not really waiting for an answer. He immediately tightened the gag, and this time, my mouth wasn’t going to be escaping from its prison. He then replied to my original statement, “Yes, you definitely deserve some punishment for that behavior. It won’t be tolerated at all in the future!”
With this pronouncement, he returned to the opposite side of the bed and swung the small round leather paddle he had picked up hard on my bottom. The first swat was not a gentle one, but was one which made me strain against the ropes and scream through the gag. “That,” he sternly commented, “Was for being such a naughty sub and even attempting to escape the gag.” A second painful swat came down on the opposite side of my ass resulting in a second comment from him, “And that was for actually succeeding.”
Having let me know he now meant business, my Master begin rhythmically spanking my bottom, giving me a swat here and a swat there. Slowly but surely he was going to turn my ass red, but I never knew which section of my ass was going to be his next target. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I could only make out a limited amount of his movements through sound.
Though I tried to squirm away from his vigorous attack on my poor bottom as he continued to use the small leather paddle, my struggles were in vain thanks to his excellent knot tying skills. The only real options I had were to accept the consequences of letting him tie me up or to use my safeword. I definitely did not want to do the latter because despite the pain, I was enjoying this entirely too much.
After having turned my bottom a sufficiently dark shade of pink, my Master dropped the paddle on the bed. His hands slowly ran up my back, and bending over carefully, he kissed my back near my neck. Softly he gave me tender kisses along the base of my neck. His love was coming through very clearly even though no words were being spoken.
Running his fingers along the back of my corset had given him another idea. He returned to the toy box to find his favorite toy and one of my least favorites, the crop. I had contemplated burning that damn thing, but I was certain he would buy another if I did. Armed with his favorite toy, he began running the crop up and down my back, teasing those places where the laces left gaps to my open skin. It was sensuous yet torturous because I never knew when those gentle caresses would be replaced by sharp smacks against my inner thighs and on my bottom. As I expected, the temptation of making me screech soon got the best of him, and my Master began alternating his loving trips up and down my spine with painful whacks of the crop. He really enjoyed using the crop on my inner thighs because that was the place where I was most sensitive to its stinging bites.
Eventually he decided that my bottom was starting to fade too much, and he didn’t want that to happen. My Master announced sternly, “It’s time to really start reddening your bottom.” I shuddered to think what that meant since he had been doing a good job spanking me with the little paddle earlier. However, he had the bigger, longer, wider, more painful leather paddle in mind. I felt him gently place the paddle over my entire bottom as he whispered in my ear, “This time, you’re really going to feel its sting.”
With those words of warning, he stood back up at the end of the bed, and he let his first swing take aim at my bottom. OUCH! Despite having warmed me up with his hand and the smaller paddle, the time we had taken off to play with the crop had left me unprepared for the wrath of this paddle, especially when my Master was using it sternly on my ass to make sure I understood fully that he was in charge. He began counting the swats he gave me, spacing them out just far enough from each other to give me the maximum sting yet also to cause the maximum suspense as I waited for the next blow to land.
As he doled out the fifth swat, I began to squirm and squeal. As we got to the tenth swat, I began to cry. Finally, when we let the twelfth swat land on my very sore bottom, I knew I could take no more. I squeaked the dog toy, and he immediately dropped the paddle on the bed. He quickly came around to my head, took off the blindfold, and removed the gag.
“Are you ok?” he asked with great concern in his voice.
“Yes, I will be fine. We just hit my pain limit for all I could handle today,” I responded, sad that I had needed to end things but so glad that he had proven that he would listen to my needs.
He gently wiped the tears from my face and kissed me, gently at first, and then passionately. “I still need to fuck you. Please, will you help me with my erection?” he asked.
“Yes, Master, I would love to let you use my pussy to relieve your hard-on,” I genuinely replied.
He kissed me once more, and then went to the other side of the bed where he untied my legs, but he left my wrists bound. “Kneel up so that your pussy is at the right height for me to fuck you from behind,” he commanded. While he dropped his pants, removed his shirt and boxers, and slipped on a condom, I complied with his orders. I spread my legs apart, making room for his dick to easily penetrate me.
And that it did. My Master’s dick is on the smaller side of average, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. They say good things come in small packages, and that is definitely the case in this situation. My Master is always able to pound my pussy in an amazing way that leaves me howling with pleasure. No other man had ever made me cum the way he could.
Over and over my Master began to thrust, continuing past my first orgasm and waiting for the next one and the one after that to ensue quickly. He did not stop pounding me until I finally begged for mercy, exhausted by the handful of orgasms his thrusting dick had given me. As soon as I gave him the word, he let loose with his load, cumming inside me with a great moan of pleasure.
He collapsed on the bed beside me, and I let my legs down beneath me. My arms were still spread across the bed, my face on the quilt, and my wrists tightly tied. After a few minutes of cuddling next to me, he finally said with a smile, “I suppose you’d like me to untie you now.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied. “It’s been a wonderful session, but I’d like to feel my arms again, please.” He untied my wrists, and once I was free, he allowed me to put my arms around him tightly.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear as he tightened our embrace. “Thank you for helping me face my fears. Thank you for respecting my limits. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”