I kneel before my Mistress, gratefully accepting her power, her dominance, her love. I offer her my body, my love, my spirit, to mold, shape and cherish. My wrists are placed in leather cuffs, the raised above my head to grasp soft handles secured to the yellow wood of the cross. Blindfolded, the distraction of other people diminishes and I feel myself begin to relax into my body. My mind stills, my thoughts focus on my Mistress, her wants, her pleasures, her desires.©copyright crave 1996She caresses me, her fingernails tracing patterns down my back. I see the redness of the lines beneath my eyelids and feel my back arch in response. My body craves her touch and the pain that is to follow.
Her heat leaves me, as she steps away and soon the light trails of leather sweep across my back. I bow my head, my chin resting in the place where the wood crosses, accepting her kisses and wanting more. She swings the whip harder now, the thud of the flogger against my back, nearly pushing the cross forward, wrestling the breath from my lungs in soft grunts. I feel my muscles relax and open, as my mind softens and my thoughts quiet.
A hard thunk on my ass lets me know that she's switched to a thick rubber pipe, covered with foam. This cushy baseball bat thuds deep. With each impact, I feel the vibrations in my pelvis and realize just how turned on I'm getting.
A wind gust hits my ass, seconds before the heavy flogger hits and I breathe out with the impact. My body sways back and forth as she alternates from right cheek to left and back again. We dance together to the rhythm of the whip.
Suddenly, her body is up against mine, crushing me to the cross, biting my neck and pinching my nipples. She grinds her pelvis into mine, playing with me, fingers teasing the moisture out of me, gently flicking across my clit and dabbling in my opening. Her hand wrapped up in my hair, pulling my head back as she smacks my ass with her palm.
She steps away and I miss her. Silence for a long time and I begin to worry. I can't hear her, I can't feel her. I start to tense and panic.
Cold steel against my neck and I scream as she trails the sharp blade of her knife down to my collarbone. Whispering commands to me, digging the serrated edges of the blade into my breasts. Nipples, already sensitive from tiny biting clothespins, now feel the coldness of sharp metal. Flicking the knife across my skin, just enough to feel the bite and her power she's restraining.
I forget to breathe, when she steps away and resumes flogging with the new flogger. My mouth, open in a perpetual, silent, joyful scream. I lean into each lash of the whip, wanting each pounding stroke, needing each forceful blow. Drifting into a space I rarely go, screaming when I breathe. I feel the flutters of orgasm, but my mind discounts them as impossible.
She's there, next to me, holding me, caressing the redness, breathing with me, breathing for me. I shudder against her body, waves of pleasure shuddering through me with a force I hadn't felt before.
The sudden burn of the cane, so much in contrast with the deep thudding, surprises and startles me. The instant white burn, followed by a sharp rebound pain, brings sudden tears to my eyes. Six sharp hits, then her arms around me. Six more, followed by full force wacks of a wooden paddle until my control finally shatters and I collapse into sobs.
She's there instantly, soothing me, releasing me, holding me as I breathe the leather of her vest. I feel small. I feel loved. I feel protected.
We move to another room, her leading me, still blindfolded, by the cuffs and chains on my wrists. The coolness of a leather table, searing into my hot ass. Moans and screams fill my ears as whips kiss the bodies of other women. She lays me down on my back and attaches my wrists to the table. Soft rabbit fur tickles my nipples and a giggle, quickly turns to a scream as my breasts are smacked with a leather paddle. I cringe and futilely attempt to cover my chest with my elbows, but at the same time a rush of wetness hits my cunt. Her gloved hand pushes its way inside of me and with every hit of the paddle, I quiver around her. Her thumb flicks across my clit and my stomach flutters. A little more pain, a little more pleasure and I cum.
She lays next to me, holding me, caressing me, kissing me. She becomes my eyes, describing to me what is happening in the room, until I am ready to leave my quiet inner world. I feel healed and loved. I'm home.