“Show me your wrists,” I say, and she holds them up.
I reach for the leather handcuffs. I slide the first around her left wrist, close it, then repeat the same on the right. When I am done, I attach them with the carabiners.
“I am going to remove your trousers,” I tell her and open the button. She freezes instantly.
“Do you not want me to do it?” I asks.
“It’s just—“ she stammers, “I—um”
“Form words,” I order her.
“I don’t have matching underwear, and I’m…I’m not shaved—I didn’t plan—didn’t think you?—“
I grasp her chin.
“Listen closely, I do not wish you to shave for me. I wish you to be you, whatever it is you desire. I prefer a full bush, you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and I release her chin to go back to my undressing endeavours.
The trousers slide to the ground, and I kneel to remove her loafers and help her out of them.
When I get back up, I caress with my fingers up her legs, and she shivers from it. My hand wanders further up her back, and I step around her, pushing the table slightly out of the way with my foot.
I stand behind her without touching her. She can feel my presence because she leans in ever so slightly. And I could just let her and kiss her neck from behind. But I don’t. Instead, I push her onto the sofa.
She shrieks before she lands on the leather, kneeling, her arms caught on the backrest.
I breathe out as I see those full, round buttocks with an arched back presenting to me.
Oh, to dive my face into that arse right now!
Instead, I take the flogger and let it glide over her body, down her arse, over the back of her legs.
“I will—as you called it—hit you—with the flogger ten times,” I tell her. “I dare say you will see it it not hitting at all, but rather an explosion of lust. I will start softly and will intensify the strikes. You will count and say thank you after every strike, like the good girl you are. You will use your safe word if it is too much. Confirm you understand.”
“I understand, Mistress,” she breathes out, and I place myself properly so I can strike the right way.
Slap.
She moves from the sensation and arches her back even more before she says, “One, thank you, Mistress.”
I strike again, this time slightly stronger.
Slap.
“Two, thank you, Mistress.”
Anotherslap.
“Three, thank you, Mistress.”
When we reach the fifth, I intensify the strike once more.
Slap.
“Six, thank you, Mistress.”
Arousal spreads through me as I see the redness appearing on her arse.
