i hear the door open behind me, but i do not turn to look. i know it is Master. He had earlier ordered me to go to His room, wearing only my collar and the chain leash attached to it; and on the bed i see the padlock and small brass key. i carefully picked up the lock as i wound the end of the chain around the bedpost until i have barely six inches of chain from my collar to the post. Then i locked the padlock into two links of chain, securing it so that i cannot pull more slack, and place the key on the tongue i thrust outward. Per my Master's orders, of course.
He comes in, and surveys my position. i am on my knees, the back of my head resting against the bedpost, my tongue holding the little brass key that goes to the lock between me and my freedom. He pats my shoulders gently. 'Good pet." i flush with the praise as he takes the key from my tongue. "Now pet, you understand I have had a bad day at work, and therefore will treat you savagely tonight. The last time we did this, you were marked for days, which you did not like. I gave you the choice; retire to your room and stay there the night so as to be out of my way, or present yourself for punishment if you wish to be the receptor of the treatment I choose to mete out. By doing this you have just signaled to me that you are willing to be marked by me tonight."
i nod. Of course. i love my Master; i would rather be whipped brutally by Him than be banned from His presence for the entire night. "Yes, master," i whisper. i am afraid of the pain to follow; but being apart from Him would be worse.
"I will not leave you entirely without an outlet though," Master continues, shrugging out of His satin dressing gown and laying it across the bed. Oh, how i wish i could reach out and touch it, caress it, hold it against my face and breathe in the fragrance of His cologne...but it is out of my reach, and He has not given me permission to do so. "Do you remember our safeword?"
The safeword. i have never had cause to use it. What was it? Oh, yes. "Mercy, Master," i whisper. "O/our safeword is 'mercy'."
Master strokes my hair, which is gathered into a long braid down my back and draped over my left shoulder. "I am pleased that you remember it, pet," He says, taking off his silk pajama shirt. He is now dressed only in the matching pants, and i can hear him open the closet door behind me. The hinges give that pecuiliar squeak. i hear a jingling, which i recognize as my handcuffs, and He comes to the bed. On the post is a hook. He places the hadcuffs on the hook, and of my own accord i raise my hands, waiting for Him to close the shackles around my slim wrists. He does so, and the metal is cool against my heated flesh. i am already beginning to swet, a fine sheen of perspiration filming over my skin, from anticipation.
Next is the spreader bar, which goes between my knees to hold them open. Master positions me so that my feet are under the bed, and my belly, my breasts and oh-so-vulnerable sex open to the kiss of the whip He is holding. I arch my back, offering my 36b tits and gaping brown-pink slit for His punishment. My golden skin, a shade lighter than most Asians because of the caucasan father i never met, glistens with the sweat. i know He likes the sight of my skin thus moistened with the sweat of fear, a fear He has instilled in me, and the sweat of desire. For i desire this, i want the feel of His lash marking my skin with tokens of His attentions to me.
"Beautiful, pet," he says. The leather thongs of the whip run through His long white fingers, so capable of giving me unimaginable pleasure as they are capable of giving me indescribabe pain. "I will whip your breasts and cunt. You need not count; I wish to hear only your sobs and screams." He raises the whip, and i tense for the first blow.
I'll continue this in my next post...