10th August 2011
Do you know how wet it made me watching him in the garage turning the bundle of garden canes into an instrument of torture? Watching the concentration on his face as he wound wire round the ends to hold them in place, the muscles in his hands and arms visibly working to create the tension he needed made me shiver with anticipation. I watched mesmerised as those powerful hands twisted and turned, moulding the raw materials into one giant thick cane, lovingly crafted by him so that it could be lovingly applied to me.
He unbutton my trousers for me and pulled them down my legs, leaving them in a crumpled heap around my ankles, leading me over to the table and placing my hands on the back of a chair. Glancing back over my shoulder I had a pleading look in my eyes, I never know quite whether I am pleading for him to do it, or pleading for him not to do it, I think the answer is both, the anticipation is often the worse thing or is that the best thing?
The bundle of canes was heavy and cool as he drew it across my skin and then it started, firm strokes to start off with, rippling through me over and over again the sting building very quickly until I was dancing and twisting trying to move away, tears prickling up in my eyes and my pleading words tripping off my tongue but he was not to be distracted.
His hand came round my neck, not tightly, just a calming hold but still I twitched and wriggled under his touch, trying to escape the ever building burn. “Please Sir, no more, I can’t….”
“Breathe Slutmine, concentrate on the sensation, you know you want this and you will be so happy when you see the result…..deep breaths, slowly, relax into it…..
He had never said these words to me before but they were like a calming balm to my conflicting senses, the coaxing, gentle tone of his voice felt like a guiding hand, leading me into my submission. My body stopped fighting and I could feel the tension flow out of me and arching my back I pushed my bottom out towards the cane offering myself up to him.
As the thudding continued to drive through me, I could feel myself starting to float away into it, and every time my body tensed and threatened to fight back his purring calm voice would lead me back into my mental space, a space I craved so much, a place I can only get to with him, a space that now swamped and consumed me.
I came for him like that, with my fingers rubbing furiously against my throbbing clit, my mind a total blank to everything else, just a body of nerves and sensations colliding together between my thighs, my knees growing ever weaker as my orgasm rolled through me.
The moment it stopped I could feel my arse start to burn again, and my fingers reached round and attempted to stroke the welts that adorned my skin, as I looked in the mirror I could see that they were already turning to bruises. My bottom was a mishmash of angry red, blush pink, deep plum and dark blue and I loved it. He had led me, pushed me, driving me on into that space, my mind had given up the fight and my body had surrendered to him.
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