June 7, 2012

The Night

The energy fills the room, candles lit, lingering incense fills the room. She awaits His entry, but she doesn't know when it will be. He has told her to be a good girl and wait, that being patient will be expected if she wishes to entertain the idea of his company.
As instructed, she puts on His music, deep, dark, almost goth like filtrates the room, she knows He is near and will be entering soon. The anticipation almost takes her to the edge, and she hasn't even seen Him yet. Her palms are sweaty, her heart skips a beat, she double checks to make sure her tasks have been attended to; she knows that if she misses one, punishment will follow.
Suddenly, she hears a knock, she smiles softly, she knows He is here. Quietly, she opens the door, greeting Him in the outfit He asked for; One of His dress shirt, open to all but one button, the shadow of her body shimmering in the candle light, her 4 inch black heels illuminating the sensual curves of her calves, the shapeliness of her breasts and ass.
He inspects her, as He runs His fingers through her hair, He tugs just enough to give her neck a reminder that He is in the room, she feels her knees starting to buckle as they often do when He starts to demonstrate His dominance. A growl emits from His throat, she hears it in her right ear, she moans softly as He has been teaching her to cum on his command of a certain growl, but not this one.
She feels herself grow wet between her legs, but doesn't allow herself to cum, she knows if she cums before He allows.... she shudders at the thought. He continues with His inspection, slowly running His hands along the curves of her body, commenting on how beautiful she is, how sensual she feels, her smell, her lips; then giving her nipple a twist, just enough to make her smile. He catches the smile in the corner of His eye, and asks her what she was smiling about. She tells Him nothing Sir, to know that He saw that, means that she wasn't keeping her thoughts mindful.
He looks around the room, the music He requested is playing in the background, several candles lit through the room, several blankets lay before the just lit fireplace, two glasses and a bottle of red wine (His favorite) uncorked and airing. He steps behind her, His hands around her waist, He nibbles and kisses her neck through her hair, He tells her that she has done very well and she will be rewarded for such good behavior. She smiles and says "Thank you Sir, I'm happy to have pleased You." He guides her to where He wants her to stand, He wants to see her curves dance in the light of the candles, against the wall. He smiles in anticipation, will it be a flogger or a crop that tastes her flesh this evening?
He pours them both a glass of red wine and gives her a glass, He instructs her to lay on the blanket in front of the now warm fire, she feels the warmth against her skin. He comes to her, they share a moment of indulgence, He asks her what she would like to enjoy this evening, will it be the flogger, crop, wooden spoon or all 3 perhaps? She knows better than to decide, because no matter what she chooses, He will ultimately decide.
He goes to His bag of toys and gathers the leather cuffs that He knows she loves, placing them on her. Next, the blind fold, suddenly her senses are acutely aware, she hears the crackling of the fire clearer, the smell of the candle wick, she wonders will be next. He helps her to her feet. placing her on the cross, chaining her to each corner, facing the wall. She is now in complete darkness, completely at His mercy. She hears the zipper of His toy bag again, but this time she has no idea what He will retrieve. Her heart now starts to beat faster, before He does anything, He comes to her whispering in her ear "how do you feel?" She replies "I'm fine Sir" He says "that is good to hear" and with that He removes the dress shirt she was wearing, now exposing her beautiful body fully dancing in the shadows on the wall. He gently touches her ass, feeling the flesh, the curves; the warmth of His hand radiating into her skin. He smacks her gently at first, to warm her to His touch. First left, than right, then left again. Each strike becoming more intense than the first, her ass slowly starting to show a a color of mild red. He approaches her ear and whispers, "How do you feel little one, are you ok with everything?" She says "Yes Sir, I am."
She feels so lucky to have a Sir who is attentive to her needs, checking in with her, to make sure she feels safe and cared for.
He now strikes with the flogger made of bunny fur, the thuddy sound reflecting off her ass. She smiles in response to the impact, she so loves the feeling of the flogger. The intensity now increasing; then suddenly she feels a sting, oh that sting she knows so well, the twisting of her nipples, the clamps he has now put on her, starting to send her to her happy place. She now has the sensation of stinging and thuddy two of her favorite feelings. He now alternates between the flogger and the crop. Upon the strike of the crop, she utters a sound, a wince, He realizes now where He is taking her to and smiles. Checking in with her again, confirming she is where she wants to be, and if she feels the need to use a safe word. She replies that she doesn't and wants to continue.
The scene continues, all the while her wetness intensifies and He becoming more aroused by seeing her in this state of bliss. After a few more strikes of the crop, her now crimson ass reflective of the moment, He now releases her of her cuffs and removes the blind fold. He takes her in His arms, and gathers a blanket to wrap around her, He gives her some cuddles and kisses, reminding her how beautiful she is and how well she has done. He gives her what she needs, food, water and comfort.
Suddenly, she feels His touch, His gaze pour upon her and she knows she is His. He kisses her passionately, their bodies suddenly becoming intertwined, the building of their desires, the heat and chemistry have come to a fevered pitch and with that the night continues well into the morning......

1 comment:

  1. That is an amazing image of an wonderful night. It is almost cruel to post such a thing when I am so far from being able to give you just such a tender evening. I love it and adore you.
    Col. K