I nod and swallow hard.
‘Go into the bathroom and take your clothes off, then come back out here and stand by the bed,’ he instructs me calmly.
I get up and do what he says, leaving my clothes folded up neatly on the tallboy in there. Before leaving the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror for five full seconds, thinking myself into a submissive role. My heart is racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It’s been so long since I did this, but from the way my body and mind are automatically responding in such a positive way, that’s not going to be a problem.
I walk back on shaky legs to where he’s waiting for me.
‘Stand and face me,’ he says.
I do it.
He takes a pace away from me and spends a few moments looking at me, from the top of my head to my toes. It’s a thorough examination and my skin hums with awareness, almost as if I can feel his gaze physically touching me.
‘Beautiful,’ he says when his eyes finally meet mine again.
‘Thank you.’
‘Did I say you could speak?’ he says, raising one chastising eyebrow at me.
I shake my head.
‘Hold out your right hand,’ he tells me.
I do as he says and he picks up one of the slippers he’s left on the bed and slaps it against my palm, just hard enough to leave a delicious sting in its wake. I feel reverberations of the sensation deep inside my pussy.
He puts down the slipper and picks up one of the belts.
‘Hold your wrists out together in front of you,’ he says, nodding to my hands.
Again, I do as he says, my heart skittering.
He winds the belt around my wrists so I can’t move my arms apart now, though not so tightly there’s any danger of it cutting off my circulation.
He’s standing so close to me I can feel heat coming in waves from his body and feathering against my naked skin. And his delicious, unique scent is in the air all around me, winding through my senses and rooting me into the scene.
Everythingis heightened, in the most brilliantly intense way.
At this moment, in my mind, it’s just me and him in this world. No-one else exists.
It’s such a freeing feeling.
Tucking one end of the belt in between my palms, so I can release myself if the restraint starts getting too tight, he then picks up the loose end and tugs on it, leading me to the head of the bed.
‘Lie down with your arms stretched above you,’ he says.
I do this, forcing myself not to watch what he’s doing as I feel the belt jerk gently as he ties the end of it to part of the bedhead.
‘Ready to take your punishment?’ he says, though I know it’s not really a question. It’s a statement of intent.
I nod anyway, playing the game.
Picking up the slipper again, he walks to the middle of the bed then grasps both of my ankles in his large hand and lifts them, so I’m forced to bend in the middle, exposing my arse to him.
‘Right, let’s get you warmed up,’ he says and starts to tap my left buttock with the slipper, gently at first, but getting increasingly harder as he tests my reaction to his strokes. I count twelve strokes before he moves on to do the same to my right buttock.
None of this hurts very much, but I still feel a glowing heat and a delicious hum of sensation on my skin where the slipper made contact.
Kit then puts down the slipper and, still holding on to my ankles with one hand, gently rubs his other hand over the area of skin that’s just been targeted.
