The stairs creaked under my footsteps leading to my Sir 's apartment. With each stone's throw, I became more excited yet apprehensive. Sir always surprises me. He has grown as a Dominant in the stopping point few calendar month exploring more pastime and fetishes with me. Each time we meet, he challenges me a little bit more.. My mind wonders what He will explore with me today and I smile at my curio. I am naive of how the day will unfold. I arrive at His door and knock. I can find out Him on the other side of the doorway walking to answer. I take a cryptical intimation as the threshold opens. Then, there He is and I draw a deeper breathing spell amazed at my love and cultism to Him. My Sir is quite good-looking with a beautiful wide grinning and colored kind loving middle. We embrace and kiss. He asks me how I am and motions for me to take a seat. We typically chit Old World chat but usually it is me chattering on and on about what is going on in my life. He is reserved as we talk, occasionally asking me to secernate Him more about what I am thinking or feeling. He silently sits studying me and I can experience His acute gaze.

Sir, pats His lap and I slide over onto it. He holds me in His sleeve, kiss me and susurration in my ear to undress and stand before Him naked. I do as He asks and find a wetness develop between my peg at the speech sound of His susurration. As my clothes come off so does the inconspicuous yet lumbering opaque masque I wear unremarkable. I stand before Him defenseless and transparent. He has my collar in His hands and I look into His middle while falling to my knees. As I place my bridge player behind my back and bow, He slips the thick well broken in strip of leather around my neck opening tightly buckling it in lieu. He rests His hands on my spine. The house pressure conveys to me I am His. I continue to kneel in fear. He tells me to rise which I do and stand `` at ease '' before Him. He gently caresses His fingertips across my berm and my skin reacts, my nipple harden as His fingerbreadth graze over my white meat and travel down to my clit. He feels my wetness and smiles. He instructs me to follow Him and I trot happily behind Him as He leads me to the bedroom.

He informs me today 's prospect is going to be different than any early scene I have experienced before. I swallow in excitement and apprehension wondering what He has in mind. He tells me to get on the bed so He may put my simplicity on me. He works quickly as He tightly buckles each restraint into place. He guides me off the bed and bending me over it. He secures the manacle onto my wrist joint control and encourage secures my out stretched arms causing me to lift to the balls of my feet. He ties the rophy off onto the headboard. He secures my tip-toed pes to the spreader bar. Next, He blindfolds me and I giggle. Blindfold ? This IS new ! as I think of a vanilla brace using a blindfold to `` kinkify '' their tiresome dark of scheduled Wednesday sex. Lastly, He places headphones over my ears and Sir tells me to say my Safe Word. I ask, `` What ? '' He repeats, `` I want to take heed you practice your dependable Word. '' I quickly but in a baffled timbre say, `` um, mushroom ? '' He repeats, `` mushroom '' and cups the earphones over my ears and livid racket rushes into my brain. At this detail, I was erotically charged with my trunk only cognisant of His presence in the room.

His hands explore my moist slit and vellicate my clit as the pleasure washes over me -- -I groan. He fingers me, massaging my G-spot and fray my pussy lips together and repeatedly flicking my clit. Because of the sensory deprivation, the pleasure is magnified. The spark of an orgasm is growing and growing and almost instinctively -- -He stops.

transactions seem to extend and I hunger for His ghost again but only hear the rushing bloodless noise and can not see what He is doing. Finally, His hand fret my ass and I begin to groan as my sexual desire is fed. Suddenly, the pleasance is replaced with a sharp sting as the whip makes contact with my skin. A serial of strikes each biting intensely into my physique. I feel the blood rushing to the impacted areas. The bother sears into my shocked brain, I cry out, shifting my feet and system of weights in a vain try to avoid the whiplash. He rubs my ass soothing it only to supersede the comfort with the thudding impact of the paddle. Its blunt military unit causing stemma vessels to split up. As suddenly as He introduced the painfulness, He switches and return to pass around my pussy rim apart massaging my clit while several of His finger's breadth roughly pump in and out of my hole. My body is confused but reacts as its Maestro directs ... releasing endorphons to lessen my distress and floods my brain with dopamine heightening the sentience of pleasure.

I let go ... ..I submit and surrender to my Masters folly. He alternates between pleasure and pain but nil is predictable ... .when I expect pain in the ass, I am rewarded with pleasure and when I expect delivery of joy, I experience the slice and cutting pungency of the whip or trauma of the boat paddle. He had my judgement spinning, spinning, spinning into sub distance ... ... ..oh ... ..I arrive at the edge ... .then the bliss of subspace over takes me ... .sub blank ... where the pleasure and pain become one ... one sense impression ... .I crave the hurting for the sheer pleasure of it and the pleasure stimulation causes uncomfortable predisposition ... ... my judgment disoriented to time, place and the confused response of my body. I descend cryptical into subspace and set out to float among the white noise convinced Sir tied me to the bed solely to prevent me from flying out the window. Where I am ? Who am I ? Oh, yeah ... I am in my Master den and I am His toy ... .I could be in the moment forever.

My organic structure and mind basket rummy no longer caring if pain in the neck or delight are given for it no longer matters ... .all that affair is my Masters sadistic delight and satisfaction. I am His instrument He plays carrying me to places within myself that I never realized were there. My trunk betrays me by orgasming ... ... .releasing the tension He built. I am not present to enjoy the climax ... ..the orgasm becomes just another one of my corporal functions as my heart cadence and blood pumps with no intellection involved.

Abruptly, silence. He removes my headphone. I hear my breathing but can not move. I feel drool covering my face but do not care and even if I did there was no way I had the strength to wipe it off. He removes the blindfold and my pupil do not acknowledge the sudden sparkle. I lay exhausted in the twilight of awareness. The deadening quiet is interrupted by the chink and clang of the metal D rings as my restraint are removed. He lifts me onto the bed, covering me with a blanket checking me from head to toe for injuries. I am forgetful to all His aftercare ... ..I am somewhere else ... .I am immobilise deeply inside myself ... .exhausted. He led me to this abysm ... He achieved what He set out to do and only one thing is completely clear and read. He owns me .