“You look so beautiful like this, princess, but I have one more finishing touch. Are you ready?”
I sucked my bottom lip before nodding, but I knew she needed words. “Y-yes, mistress.” I wasn’t scared. I was incredibly turned on and itching to know what else she has planned for me.
Her hand went lower once again, and in its wake, I felt something cool rest on my belly. I thought she was on her knees in front of me as her lips brushed against my spread thighs. Her mouth licked and nipped my pussy, flicking my clit in teasing motions. I moved my hips, gasping as the clamps tugged my over-sensitized nipples. Blaize smacked my pussy, and my body jolted. Then she placed a third clamp directly onto my clit. A sound escaped my lips that was a mixture of a strangled moan and whimper as the new sensation coiled through my body. With every move my body made, the chain got tugged slightly.
“You’re doing so good, princess,” she praised.
“Thank you, mistress.”
“I’m going to use the riding crop on you. It’ll hurt, but I’ll go as gently as I can, okay? Don’t come until I give you permission. Also, you have your safe word. But with the crop, you tell me a color. Green means you are fine, yellow means you need a break, and red means stop.”
“Yes, mistress.”
There was a heavy silence as I tried to listen to the room, but I couldn’t focus on anything past my racing heart. I squealed at the impact of leather on my right ass cheek. The crop felt nothing like a regular spank—it was more concentrated in the area that the leather impacted. She hit my other cheek, and I gasped and flinched, the movement pulling at the clamps, sending painful pleasure to my pussy and nipples. I knew I was drenched, and we didn’t even start yet.
The leather dragged up my inner thighs, smacking my sensitive skin every few seconds, then she smacked my pussy. The clamp bit into me, causing me to jerk and scream when allthree clamps tugged. It was a sweet pleasure-filled pain that was driving me insane. I never thought it would be possible to come from pain alone, but it may happen tonight when I was allowed. What would she do if I failed to listen and orgasmed?
“Color, princess.”
“Green, mistress.”
A moan escaped my lips as she smacked my left breast with the wet leather, before striking the other one. She alternated her hits from left to right until my nipples throbbed and pleasure soared directly to my clit. Then Blaize stopped suddenly. My hands grasped the air above the restraints as the clamps pinched my most sensitive parts. The sound of the crop slicing through the air whistled before it hit my left ass cheek. She alternated the crop from my bruised ass, to my soaked cunt, and my sore nipples. Her hand wasn’t as heavy, but the repeated strikes hurt more.
Blaize continued to rain blow after blow on my over-sensitized skin until tears were soaking the blind fold and I was arching away from the crop. The pain had slowly fizzled from intense pleasure to a vicious pain, but I wanted to hold on longer. When the crop smacked the inside of my left thigh, I screamed. “Red! Red! Red!”
I heard the crop fall to the floor, clattering on the hardwood as I sobbed. Why was I crying? Blaize quickly removed the blindfold, and instantly my head fell, not wanting her to see me sobbing like this. I wanted to be better for her.
Her hand slid under my chin and gently lifted my face to meet her intense gaze. “You did a wonderful job, princess.”
“I tapped out.”
“Baby, you wanted it to stop. You don’t have to force yourself to do something just to make me happy. Besides, your ass is pretty red and you may be bruised tomorrow, but I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded. “Can you make me come, mistress?”
In a swiftness I’d never seen her use, she removed one of the clamps, causing me to scream as blood rushed back to the deprived bud. I moaned into her when her mouth soothed the screaming pain. She did the exact same to the other one before falling to her knees. This time, I could see her on her knees, and fuck me, it was a sight to see. When a dominant woman,my dominant woman, got on her knees, I was ready to commit ungodly acts just for the praise to continue.
She removed the final clamp, and I hissed out in agony. Those things were tiny but fucking mighty. Blaize skipped foreplay, closing her mouth around my clit, sucking hard and almost taking my soul with her. My skin was buzzing and my clit was desperate as she alternated between sucking and licking. At one point, she grazed her teeth across my sensitive bud. Release was taunting me, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. Part of me expected her to stop, continuing this deprivation until I was begging her to come.
My arms were still bound and I couldn’t move, but I wanted to pull her deeper into me, grind my hips on her face until I was chasing my pleasure. She delved in like a voracious animal, lapping and devouring me like she had been deprived of my taste as much as I'd been desperate for her touch. I whimpered as I tried and failed to rock my hips into her. She was worshiping me, but goddamnit, I wanted her to push me over the edge of ecstasy.
“Blaize, please. Please.”
She peered up at me, her mouth still on my clit, and I could die now because nothing would beat this sight. Someone up there was repaying me for a shitty upbringing because there was no chance in hell I would ever deserve a woman like Blaize Matthews. She speared two fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot as she continued to vigorously suck my clit. I pulled myrestraints, my back arching as black dots danced across my vision, and I came hard.
“Fuck, fuck, Blaize!” I screamed as she lapped up my release.
When she removed the spreader bar and freed my arms, I fell into her, her firm grip holding me tight. She gently wrapped her hand around my throat and smashed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced in a symphony as my taste mixed with hers.
“Do we need to stop?”
I shook my head, desperate in my movement. “No. I want more. Please. But I don’t want to use that for a while. Can you fuck me like your dirty whore, mistress?”
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you. And this time, it’s consensual. I’m not afraid of sex when it’s with you. Everything I want is consensual, and if it gets to be too much, I’ll use my safe word.” She nodded, walking over to her dresser and grabbing a harness. I bit my lip, but the words spring free before I can stop them. “Blaize, can you be naked too? I love you in a suit, but I want to see how wet fucking me makes you.”
She lifted her arms as an invitation, waiting for me to walk to her. Quickly, I rose to my feet and made my way to her, realizing I was still in my heels, but I didn't care. I’d always wanted to be fucked while only wearing heels. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, keeping eye contact with her as I pushed the fabric over her shoulders. Blaize never wore bras, so my eyes dropped to her pert breasts and my mouth watered. I wasdrooling, but I obeyed and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down her long, lean legs, and looping my fingers into the sides of her panties. This felt more intimate than sex. It felt like Christmas morning, opening my favorite present when I saw her pussy—dripping and needy for me.
