Tender, firm flesh, 37 years of age at the most. She was led into the dungeon cloaked in black. Her hair flowing free. Gliding through the air, the ruffling black robe draping her body, fitting her every curve.
A collar around her neck, the black leash attached, being held by her Dom. He was roughly 35, with hazel eyes.
One could not see his face as it was covered in a black leather mask with a leather Celtic cross stitched on the back of it. He stood about six feet tall, leather pants tight in all the right places. No shirt, just a leather vest, his well built frame was displayed.
He walked her over to the cross, unleashed her and told her to clean the cross. She did as she was told. He started to unpack his bag, sitting it next to the cross on a table. As he did this, he asked her what is her safety word. She turned his way and said red. After a moment, he asked her if she understood what they were about to do. She said yes. He asked her if she was okay with it. Again she replied yes, for they had spent hours talking to each other about her first time.
He told her to drop her robe and to walk to the front of the cross, she did. Milky white skin in the candle
light as it danced upon her body in joy. He walked up behind her, using his left hand, grasped her hair tightly at the nape of her neck. Gently pulling her head back, kissing her neck. His right hand glided over her chest, floating across her nipples, down her stomach to her right hand. Slowly he moved that hand to above her head, resting it on the cross. Releasing her hair, he whispered a question to her, are you mine? She said yes as he raised her left hand up to meet the other hand. He took padded leather cuffs off the table and placed her delicate wrist into them. As he buckled them he asked if they were comfortable. She replied yes as he chained them to the cross.
Running his hands down the inside of her arms on the way back down, across her shoulders to her back.
He grabs a silk blindfold and positions it over her eyes, tying it snug, asking her if it feels right. A slight scent of lavender permeated from the silk . He runs his hands slowly down her back kissing
every inch of her all the way down. Letting her feel the warmth of his breath upon her skin as he worked his way down. His breath caressing her back, down her satiny outer thighs to her ankles where he cuffed the right one to the cross. Then slowly, he kissed his way back up to the small of her back, caressing her with a firm hand and moved to the left side, floating down her leg inch by inch, restraining that ankle.
Taking a pair of claws out of his vest pocket, he floats over her skin with the cold metal. Her body responds by quivering beneath them as they move up her back, down the front of her, circling her hard nipples.
Freeing one hand he grabs a piece of rabbit fur and caresses her body. Whispering in her ear are you ready? She said yes with a quickening of her pulse as she waited with anticipation. He reached to his right
side and unbuttoned the flogger hanging there. Thick, made of soft leather with a nice black wooden handle. He walked back up behind her, running the handle up the inside of her thigh as he grasped her hip with the other hand and rubbed the handle between her legs, teasing her .
Stepping away, he started hitting her lightly. The soft thudding sound of the flogger as it hit her from left butt cheek to the left upper side of her back and back again from left butt cheek to the right upper side of her back
Over and over building intensity as the skin turns slightly pink he reached for another flogger with thinner falls. Working two at a time up and down her back and against her butt, switching to the new flogger after a few strokes. Warming the skin up watching her lean back and forth with every stroke, watching her breathe and tremble with every swing, listening for a word he leans in and asks if she is okay ? No answer just a smile .
Have you been a good girl he asks.
She says yes. He reaches over to the table and grabbed a wooden paddle. Her back was bright red and hot. He knew she could not handle much more and that she would not say the safe word just to please him..
He takes a scarf off the table and puts it into her hand and tells her to drop it when she’s to her point.
She nods yes with quickened breath. He begins to swing the paddle, popping her on the ass, watching her tighten up her ass after each swing and relaxing . Looking at her hands, seeing them tremble, he stopped.
Reaching back over and grabbing the rabbit fur to rub her red hot back down. letting the cool touch caress her. Then taking the paddle back in hand, he slips it up her thigh. He moves it across her pussy, back and forth until she trembles with a climax. Dropping the toys after she dropped the scarf, he moves his knee between her legs to balance her
While she regained some clarity, he reaches up, unclipping her arms, letting some time pass before asking her if she is okay. With a gasp she replies yes she is. He waited a minute more before reaching down and unbuckling her ankles from the cross. Helping her to stand straight, he led her to the loveseat were her robe was waiting. He wraps her in the robe and offers her some water. She drank slowly and he pulled her gently into his arms. They talked quietly as he gave her some chocolates to end the night.. Scott Baker
