My Punishment
As I enter the darkened room, I can see little. Shadows consume the edges and the corners of the room. Harsh, bright white light spotlights the few items in the room. A free-standing doorframe on a platform festooned with steel rings. A thick beam of wood is mounted horizontally just above waist level, covered with padding-backed leather, holes drilled through in various places, and pad eyes set into the wooden platform it is set into. A large contraption in the corner built of wooden beams, metal poles, and iron bars, the use of which is not readily apparent. My elbows are bound behind me, arching my back and making my breasts stick far out in front of me. My hands are bound to a wide leather belt cinched tight around my waist. Manacles of leather are set around my wrists and ankles, and a wide collar of leather circles my throat. Each band of leather carries a few metal D-rings worked into the leather. A chain runs from one ankle to the other, hobbling my steps...
So far, I have not seen You. Are You alone? Does You have others who will watch this evening, an audience? Is the audience strictly men, or is it a mixed group of people? Will this evening be strictly me on You, or will others be allowed to participate? I cannot tell, so I do as I have been bid, and keep my eyes cast forward and down, locked upon the floor before me.
I am led to the horizontal beam by the rope binding my elbows. You are still behind me, guiding my steps. I step onto the platform and up to the beam. It is thicker than my thigh, made of stout wood, and the leather gleams as only well-oiled leather can. I can feel the chain binding my steps being removed, the chain taken away. I can feel Your hands, gently spreading my stance, placing my feet greater than shoulder-width apart. The nasty, hobbling chain returns with a partner, binding my feet into place. A length of cotton rope emerges, soft yet strong. A loop goes around my knee, tugging me farther apart...and the other leg as well, so I am now all but crouched before the bar, which now sits even with my hips.
Gentle hands pull back my hair, binding it up and off my shoulders with a loop of soft elastic, and Your hands press gently upon the back of my neck, urging me forward and over the bar. As I bend forward, I can see a pad eye set flush with the wood paneling of the platform before my eyes.
Another chain appears, slim yet strong. Your hands move into sight, clipping one end of the chain to my collar, the other to the pad eye below my gaze. Finally, my elbows and wrists are released, only to be spread across the length of the bar and clipped to hooks set there for this purpose.
And finally You step into view. A business suit it is today, starched and crisp. You remove Your jacket, hanging it on one end of the bar, where You removes several items that were hanging there, unnoticed by me. One is a handle to which are attached several strips of animal fur. Another is a paddle consisting of wood with holes drilled across it. Another is a flogger, made of well-oiled, pliable leather. A long feather. A vibrating egg on a wire. A fair-sized phallus.
"So, dear, are you ready for what is to come?" unable to respond to You, I simply nod my head.
And You disappear from view, Your shoes echoing hollow upon the wooden platform. Your steps echo as You cross behind me. Your hand softly caresses my hips, my buttocks, and my sex. Without warning, a gentle slap across my shoulders. Not the bite of leather, but the kiss of fur, awakening every nerve the strips cross. At random spacing they fall in a steady rhythm, over and over. My legs, my thighs, my hips, my shoulders, my rear. over and over, covering every square inch of offered flesh, repeatedly. My skin comes alive, anticipating the next fall of the furry flogger. After an undeterminable period of time, the blows cease coming. My skin is alive like never before, each pore open and nerve sensitized...as I feel Your hand gently caress again, following the lines of the fur, over my shoulders, my back, down my spine and between my buttocks, coming to rest against the crease of my sex, where they dwell slightly, gauging my readiness and excitement. One finger gently delves between my folds, circling my pussy, delving slightly deeper, and circling gently inside me briefly, then across my clit on the way out...
A pause now, as You move again. A shock, and the force of a blow, spread across several inches, as the flogger comes down over my shoulders. A stinging smack as the tips glance off my buttocks in a passing blow. The same rhythm again, over and over, alternating flattened force from the edge of the strands to stinging smacks from the tips. A errant blow creases across my breast, hanging low in my bent position, biting into the nipple. the blows come faster and slightly harder, stinging the skin now, each blow coming a little faster and with more bite. The back of my thighs, the inside of your calves and ankles. lengthwise down the crack of my ass. An occasional flat blow rising to smack against my sex itself, shockwaves rippling through my insides. You step around infront of me. Your exertions have worked up a fine bead of sweat, and Your tie and top button are loosened. Your arrousal is apparent, tenting the front of Your trousers. You step closer, within reach, if only my hands were not bound. The blows continue, the flat end of the flogger now, the strands of leather finally bringing red to the surface of the my skin. the rhythm falters as one hands reaches down to loosen Your fly, and your throbbing cock springs free, within reach of my lips. You allow me to take You into my mouth, Your blows matching the rhythm of my lips as I work on You, desperate to taste You...You concentrate on my buttocks, thrusting Yourself into my mouth and throat with every blow, as Your blows come lower, the tips wrapping to bite harshly into your bottom and across your sex...but You step back and out of my reach, Your shaft glistening with my saliva, standing urgently erect and ruddy. Your pulse pounds visibly in the veins on the underside of the shaft, matching my racing heartbeat...but You step away further still, denying Yourself the pleasure of spending in my mouth...
You walk around me, still rampantly erect. I hear the flogger hit the ground. I feel Your fingers on me, opening me, delving deep and fondling, circling...and then You tuck something inside me, hard and round. It is the egg, I realize, the control placed on the bench beside me, as the tiny motor inside engages and the vibrations begin to run through me. You lean forward, whispering in my ear, "Remember, dear one, you cannot cross the threshold until I give you permission." And suddenly, in harsh contrast to the pleasant vibrations from the toy inside me, an harsh "thwack" sounds, and I feel a burning in my bottom...I realize that You have taken up the paddle, and You have begun to apply it...over and over to my bottom with increasing force, bringing the light pink into a raging red heat, every blow of force bringing an answering pulse from inside me, as my muscles clench around the vibrating egg, and counter shocks of pleasure echo through my body. Over and over this repeats, slowing as I approach my orgasm, speeding up as my peak fades away...my nerves, alive and awakened before, scream in overload. and abruptly, the blows stop. Footsteps echo once again, and I feel You behind my presented backside. I feel something familiar at the folds of my sex, but it is too cool, no warmth, to be You; I suddenly remember abruptly the phallus, a goodly-sized dildo. I feel You press it home, tugging on the leash of the egg to position them side-by-side deep within me.
One again, I hear Your voice in my ear, your breath hot upon me. "remember to keep in inside this time, dear. Or I fear it will be ten lashes with the cane if you let it slip out again..."
Terrified of the welting bite of the flogger, I clench myself around the invaders, tightening my internal grip. As I do so, the presence of the phallus and the vibrations of the egg intensify, higher than a simple gripping should. You have increased the setting of the egg. I dimly remember Your warning of cumming to soon, but also remember that I cannot drop the invaders from my body...I am caught between warring sensations, the knowledge of punishment, the knowledge that if I continue to grip tight, I will be pressed over the edge...and as I struggle, I feel a blow from the flogger again, slapping my lower back, my thighs, my buttocks. The invaders inside my body quiver as a blow strikes my sex, and I scream in frustration, anger, and need...the blows continue for what seems to be an eternity, driving me insane with need. I must get off. I MUST. the need is overwhelming, but You have not given Your leave. Abruptly, the blows stop, and the invaders are ripped from me. Your own need has overcome You, and You drive your throbbing hard cock inside me over and over. Your hands snake around to clench my breasts tightly, and You whisper in my ear, " You can come now, dearest. Now come for me. Come for Me!" Your command is like a trigger, and all the pent up need explodes at once. I clench you deep within me and wave after of wave of pleasure rip through me, triggering Your own orgasm, and I can feel You pulsate within me in response, Your hands clenching tightly around my breasts, twisting my nipples almost savagely. I ride the waves of pleasure down, and I feel You collapse across my back, spent. Slowly You stand, righting Your clothing as you step around, taking a cool cloth to my face, my back, my shoulders, and my backside, ending at my pussy. Finally You release me from my bondage, holding me in Your arms tightly, and You whisper in my ear again, "Well done, baby girl, very well done indeed. Come, let me oil your skin, so you have no lasting marks..."