Sunday, November 30, 2014
“Lie down on the mattress on your front, arms above your head, resting your cheek on the cover,”
Alex says. I do exactly as he asks and he strides around the platform confidently to where my wrists are. He quickly cuffs them before attaching them to a rope that comes out the side of the platform so that I can’t move my arms. Alex then moves behind me and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he now has a further two cuffs that he attaches around each ankle and then secures them so that my legs are spread. I can feel the cool air between my thighs and I find myself squirming in expectancy.
A moment later Alex comes around and kneels in front of me, his eyes hard. “Choose a safeword,” he says. “Make sure it is something you can bring to mind readily.”
“Daisy,” I whisper, as my favourite flower springs to mind.
“Be aware that I am going to test your limits so screaming, crying out no or stop won’t do anything. But if you really want this to stop, say ‘daisy’, and it will be over in an instant. Okay?”
“Okay,” I respond, knowing that I am about to walk into the unknown.
“Promise me!” Alex stresses and I catch a glimpse of the soft side he seems to think he doesn’t possess.
“I promise.” I respond clearly.
Satisfied, Alex nods his head. “I am going to blindfold you now,” he says just before slipping the cloth over my eyes. Instantly I am in pitch black and my other senses are on high alert. I hear Alex moving about the room and that only furthers the anticipation. Suddenly I hear music; some kind of soft drumming that seems to match the rhythm of my heartbeat. It is a little louder now, but I can still hear Alex’s movements.
I wait and I wait and then I feel it. The soft tails of the flogger caressing my skin as it makes a path down my neck, across my back and then across my butt cheeks. My nipples are erect, burning even, in my arousal and I can feel the dull throb in my pussy. The flogger continues its journey across my body and down my legs before returning upwards. I gasp as I feel it getting higher and higher, and then it is right in the apex of my thighs, running across my sensitive clit. I moan as the throb turns to shooting sparks of pleasure in my abdomen.
Then suddenly the flogger is gone. I wait a moment and then feel as it comes down on my bare behind. I am anticipating a stinging sensation but instead I hear a light thud and all I feel is warmth spreading across the area where Alex has struck me. Then the flogger is back, running its tails across my skin before coming down on me, slightly harder this time. Alex repeats this action several times in time to the drumming, making my heart beat faster each time I anticipate each strike.
I am startled when I hear something drop on the floor and then I feel Alex shift me. Suddenly I feel two fingers thrust into my wet, needy pussy and I let out a low moan. “Someone is enjoying this,” Alex states. “And you taste so fucking good. I think it is time to take this up a notch.”
My mind is racing and, as I remember the crop, I find myself tensing, slightly scared about what’s to come. Without warning, I hear a whoosh and then my arse is on fire as the crop connects with my already sensitive skin. I scream out in response, already tensing for the next strike when I feel Alex’s cool hand running over my hot skin. “Fucking beautiful,” I hear him murmur before planting a kiss on my behind. He moves away and I brace myself for the next hit. When it arrives, it is painful, but now that I know what I am expecting it is less scary. Alex repeats his soothing action with his cool hand and his kiss, and I finally start to relax when I realise that it is not going get any more painful than this. Alex starts to work a pattern on my behind, but I am hardly aware of it as my mind seems to slip away, lost in the sensations and the drumbeat.
The throb between my legs is desperate and I am completely consumed by my need for release. I am vaguely aware of the crop hitting the floor and my ankles being released before I am being flipped over. The sheets are cold and fresh on my painful behind, bringing relief to my overheated skin. The mattress dips and I feel Alex between my thighs, a pillow being slid under my hips. And then he is inside of me and I cry out in relief. A hand comes down and pinches my clit and I shatter as my orgasm consumes me. The hard thrusts continue and the angle Alex’s cock makes the pressure on my g-spot unbearable. Just as I catch my breath, I feel the tightening of my pelvis once again, the sparks in my abdomen and then I am falling apart, ripped to shreds. Alex never stops his relentless thrusts as I come over and over around him, calling out that I can’t take anymore. Finally, I hear him grunt as he finds his own release and I feel his body collapse onto mine.
About the Author:
Bibi is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of London. She recently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head. Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in her head all this time.