My Birthday Spanking · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Will it hurt?” I asked.
“Only if I force myself and do it wrong. With the right technique and lubricant, we can do it safely. But only with your consent,” he replied with genuine understanding in his voice.
“Have you done this before with other women?” I asked.
“Only those that have consented to it. Just like spanking and being disciplined.”
“You just said Discipline – as in Bondage and Discipline. Do you practice that as well?”
“Yes, I’m what you would call a Master.”
“Do you hurt women?”
“No, everything is consensual, as I said earlier. Do you want to experience that lifestyle?” Carl asked.
“I’m not sure,” I replied, “but I’m willing to give it a try.”
“Good girl,” Carl answered.
“Let me give you a massage then,” he offered, “blindfolded.”
“Yes, I’d like that,” I answered
Carl rose the bed and removed a black object from the top drawer of the dresser. It was a common blindfold that could be found in every Chemist’s store.
“Were you expecting a leather blindfold?” ha questioned me, a grin on his face.
“Yes,” I answered from the bed.
“This works just as good as anything I can buy at a fetish shop. There are a lot of things that you can buy in the hardware store to place someone in bondage without spending anything in a fetish shop,” Carl replied.
“Where did you get those handcuffs, then?”
“Online.”
“Oh,” I answered.
“Let me give you a massage,” said Carl, he walked over to the bed and handed me the blindfold, “I want you to put this on.”
I took it from his hand and covered my eyes with the black satin covered blindfold, and stretched the elastic band behind my head. I couldn’t see anything. I used to have a girlfriend who used to have trouble sleeping, even at night, and she always wore a blindfold to bed.
He began slowly, teasing me with his fingertips. Carl began at my shoulder blades, tracing the bones under my skin. Then he moved to the small of my back, just barely touching me and arousing me with every contact he made with my naked body.
I sucked in my breaths, not wanting to get aroused too quickly. But the bedroom was already heavy with the smell of sex after he had taken me so expertly from behind.
“Turn over,” Carl ordered.
I quickly obeyed but stayed silent as his fingertips continued to range over my naked body. He traced my underarms, the curve of my breasts (I fully expected that he would pinch my erect nipples, but all he did was to suck gently on them); my belly; and the outlines of my quim.
Then he inserted two fingers into my already wet slit; and I moaned with desire. I wanted him to get on with it and plunge his shaft again into my quim, but at the same time I knew that I was his to command.
He began a series of gentle thrusts into my already wet and moist quim; each one making me hotter than the last. I was afraid that I might come, but I managed to hold myself in check.
Then he withdrew his fingers, and placed them in my open mouth. I did not have to be told to clean them of my juices.
Then I felt a rustling on the bed, and I could hear the sound of the condom packet being opened.
“Remove your blindfold,” Carl ordered me.
I reached up with my left hand and removed the blindfold, my eyes blinking in the sudden light. Carl was kneeling over me; and I could see that his manhood was again fully erect, the veins clearly visible in his shaft.
“Ready, darling?” Carl asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I quickly answered.
Carl unrolled the latex onto his cock, then got on top of me, and again plunged his rampant rod into me once more.
I moaned with desire; and I felt like a cat in heat. I opened my legs to admit him into my quim, and he easily penetrated my wet slit. I could smell his sweat and mine as we again engaged in hot sex.
Just as before, as on our previous dates, he again pounded me into the mattress. Except that this time I had a red bum, and the combination of both pain and pleasure was truly exquisite. It was something that I had never experienced before.
I had been on the Net last week, and I had watched a woman being flogged on a website. At first, I was appalled; but then I was fascinated. Was she really moaning from pain or pleasure? Or was it a combination of both? I imagined myself under the lash: how would I react to being flogged? Would I love it or hate it?
I soon matched Carl thrust for thrust, and we both moaned together in unison. Our hot bodies grinding against each other, our sweat mingling producing the heady aroma of sex in the bedroom.
“Oooooooooh,” Carl cried.
“Aaaaaaaaaah,” I responded each time he speared me with his hard cock in my quim, pounding me into the bed.
I then placed my arms and legs around his body, drawing him ever closer to me. Our hot breaths combined, the heat of our naked bodies increasing our joint passion together.
I don’t know how long we continued in this way, with only the sound of the bed-springs and our breathing filling the bedroom. But there comes an end to all things, and then I felt his whole body stiffen; and then his hot come erupted into the latex covering his cock.
I screamed when the orgasm hit me, one even more intense than before. Carl moaned, and I felt each time he came into the latex. I had one orgasm after another, and this was truly the best sex that I had ever had. Carl was no fumbling, scared and inexperienced youth. Instead he was a true man who knew how to bring pleasure to a woman.
All too soon, the pulsations within me stopped; and we were both spent. He lay naked on top of me, our sweat mingling together. Carl withdrew his flaccid organ from my quim, and we lay together, panting in unison.
“You were terrific,” Carl told me, his breathing ragged.
“You too, Sir, thank you for a wonderful night.
“Let me get cleaned up, and we’ll get under the covers and cuddle all night,” Carl suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” I told him.
Little did I know then, but my life was about to take a drastic turn the very next day.
The next morning we both showered and cleaned up after both my spanking and our passionate lovemaking.
Carl made breakfast, and we sat at the table eating fried eggs, toast, black coffee and orange juice. In the background, classical music was playing to accompany our meal.
“Carl, do you have any other toys in that dresser of yours?” I asked, “besides the handcuffs and blindfold?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, are you sure you want an answer to that question?”
“Yes,” I answered.
Carl was dressed in a shirt; blue jeans; and trainers. I was wearing bra and knickers, a top and shorts; and trainers as well. Casual wear for a Sunday morning.
“I also have a ball-gag; riding crop; a leather paddle; leg irons; leather collar; nipple clamps; and a leash. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And would you like them demonstrated on you a little later?” Carl asked, “to be made helpless and placed in bondage?”
“Yes.”
I’ve always had a fantasy of being bound, gagged and helpless. The internet has helped me to understand my fantasy, since I’m turned on by images of women in bondage. Any bondage; naked or clothed; rope; leather; or chains.
“It’s not often that I find a girl who is already comfortable with the idea of being placed in bondage. What made you interested in the subject?” Carl questioned, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Ever since I saw fetishism and bondage on the internet it’s always been a fantasy of mine. The idea of being naked and helpless; and punished has aroused me,” I answered.
“Well, in that case I’m the man that you’ve been looking for. I’m sure that I can satisfy your sexual desires.”
“After you cuffed my hands behind my back you could have taken me sexually right then and I would have loved it,” I confessed to Carl, “bent over, with your hands on my hips, from behind. The very idea gets my quim soaking wet. Getting spanked was foreplay.”
“How do you feel about being used with a whip or riding crop?” Carl asked.
“I’d love to try it,” I answered.
The very thought of being physically punished was immensely arousing to me. Combined with bondage was making me wet indeed and my nipples hard.
This was a fantasy come true.
“Mmmmmph.”
We were back in the bedroom again, and I was looking at myself, naked and helpless in the mirror. And loving every second of it.
I was totally naked, wearing nothing but my pair of red three inch high heels. My hands were cuffed behind my back; a leather D-ring collar was locked around my neck; and a red rubber ball-gag had silenced me. A pair of leg irons were locked on my ankles, giving me about twelve inches of movement.
In short, I was totally helpless. It was great, because this was my fantasy finally come true.
“There’s just one more thing,” said Carl, “your nipple clamps, darling.”
“Mmmmmph.”
I stood impassively as Carl placed a set of clamps on my nipples. They were simple things, really. A “U” shaped piece of metal with rubber tips at the ends, closed with a metal slide. Carl placed the rubber coated tips onto my already erect right nipple, then slowly closed it. The pressure on my nipple increased and he gave it a gentle tug to make sure that it wasn’t going to fall off. Then he placed one on my left nipple, and gave the chain linking them a small tug. With one of the most sensitive parts of my female anatomy now pinched, all I could do was to move forward in response.
“Mmmmmmph.” I moaned into my gag, the red rubber ball taking away my power of speech.
“Enjoying yourself?” Carl asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Mmmmmmph.” I moaned again in response.
“And is your quim wet, Sabah?”
I nodded my head in response.
“Let’s see for certain.”
I opened my legs to accommodate his index and middle fingers as they entered and probed my sopping wet slit. I had been aroused by the whole process of placing me in bondage, feeling like those women I had seen in bondage videos I had seen on the internet.
“Mmmmmmph.”
Carl was now fucking me with his fingers, and I certainly didn’t need any more sexual stimulation at that moment. About the only device from the top dresser drawer that he had not used on me yet was the riding crop. And I desperately wanted him to give me a few strokes with that too, so that I could experience everything.
“Enjoying yourself?” he taunted me.
“Mmmmmmph,” Was my only response.
Just when I was close to an orgasm, he withdrew his fingers, coated my female juices. He smelt his fingers, and then placed them in his mouth to suck away my secretions.
“Randy little minx, aren’t you?” Carl asked, “what a bondage slut you are.”
“Mmmmmmmph.”
Carl then sat on the bed, watching me in my captivity.
“It’s always nice to break in a new submissive. I can tell when a girl wants the feel of steel and leather; and you are such a willing pupil. We’re going to have a really good relationship, and once you’ve felt the bite of the whip, you’ll be a different girl.”
“Mmmmmmph.”
Naked, bound, and helpless, I knew that I had found the man I had always been looking for. I looked forward to the future with high hopes indeed.
For my twenty-sixth birthday Carl had taken me to a very special restaurant. We had a salad, steaks, baked potatoes, asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, red wine, and finally cheesecake and coffee for dessert.
I had never felt so good or horny in my life, and I was eagerly looking forward to the rest of the evening with Carl.
Now most girls would have been thinking of a nice night in bed with their paramour. For them, that would just be rogering; and for the more adventurous, perhaps oral sex.
But I’m a completely different girl than the one of one year ago. I had always dreamed of a man who would master me and make me his submissive.
Now I’ve found that man, Carl. In the last year I’ve given my body over to him, and he has trained me in the use of all of my bodily orifices. Not only that, but I have also been trained in the use of the riding crop, paddle, and whip.
I have now found freedom in chains, just as Carl said I would.
I reach down to my waist and try to pull off the chastity belt that has deprived me of the use of my sex. I am not allowed to have unauthorized orgasms without his permission, lest I get a whipping. Which I really don’t mind, since I have acquired a taste for punishment.
I hear a noise and turn around. The door to the playroom has opened, and Carl has now joined me. He is dressed completely in black, a shirt, trousers, and shiny black shoes, which I shined earlier today.
“Enjoying yourself, Sabah?” Carl asks innocently.
“Yes, Master.”
“How do you like your accommodations?”
“I like them very much, Master.”
“Did you sit down on the cot for a while?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you very much.”
“Good. I want you to be fully rested for tonight’s activities,” Carl said so calmly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to open the cell, and then I want you to go over to the rack and choose your method of punishment, and hand it to me. Then I’m going to hang you from the ceiling and deliver twenty-six strokes with whatever you choose. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I quickly answered.
“Good,” he answered as he unlocked the cell door.
I walk out of my jail cell, and bow before him. Then I walk in chains over to the rack, and remove the whip. I walk back to him and bow, and present it to him, coiled like a snake in my chained hands.
“I choose the whip, Master,” I tell him, “make me scream my devotion to you.”
“As you want, Sabah.”
A few minutes later the chastity belt and my ankle and wrist chains have all been removed and I’m hanging naked and vulnerable from the ceiling. My wrists and ankles are held apart by spreader bars; and my heels barely touch the floor.
I am exposed and helpless to my Master.
Carl stands before me and offers to whip to my lips, and I eagerly kiss it, even though I know it will soon slice my skin and make me writhe in pain.
“Ready yourself, and there will be no need to count the strokes, I will do that,” said Carl.
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
When the whip strikes my shoulder blades and makes me cry out, my tears are both of joy and pain. For I have found the man that I have always wanted: A Master.
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