i arrive at
the appointed time. i’m unfamiliar with the place You have requested i meet You
at. i’m nervous. You’ve never asked that i meet You somewhere before, prepared
as i would be for a high protocol session. As instructed, i stand before the
door and arrange my long coat so that my naked body is exposed to only the door
in front of me and not the neighbors though the surrounding area is rather dark
and industrial looking. There is a bare utilitarian light hanging over the door
illuminating the area, casting my shadow behind me. i shiver but not with cold
as it is a warm evening. Anticipation courses through my body along with
nervousness and trepidation.
You have
instructed me that this will be very high protocol and to expect the
unexpected. i knock on the door and wait; my eyes cast down, my hands down at
my sides but facing forward as though presenting an offering, for that is
exactly what i am for You.
The door
slowly opens and i can see black boots before me. There is quiet for a moment
and then i hear Your beloved voice, “Look at you My whore; standing there naked
like a willing sacrifice. What have you brought me?”
My throat
is dry with my fear. i cough then state clearly, “Sir, i bring You my body, my
mind, my spirit and will; for Your use, Your pleasure, however You desire.”
“Whose
whore are you?”
“i am Your
whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.”
“And I may
use you however I desire.”
“Yes Sir.
Please Sir.”
You chuckle
at my begging. “Come in my whore.”
Your step
aside and let me into the building. The room is dark, barely illuminated but
You stop me inside closing the door and remove my coat, giving my eyes a chance
to adjust to the darkness. Then You circle me, inspecting me, touching my hair,
my back, my ass, my breast, Your hand touches my shaved pussy and then slides
down my naked thigh. You order me to remove my heels.
“Look at Me
My whore.”
i slowly
raise my head and meet Your eyes. There is a small smile on Your lips and Your
eyes show happiness with what i have brought You. Your hand reaches up,
tangling in my hair, forcing my head back as Your mouth descends on mine. Brutally
You possess my mouth, our tongues battling for supremacy, our animal passions
rising to the surface spontaneously. i melt into You, a moan escaping my lips
and just as suddenly as the kiss started, it ends. You hold onto my hair only
long enough to make sure i do not lose my balance.
You step
back, reaching over to grab something off a shelf. “Kneel.”
i quickly
comply and You place a hood over my head, effectively covering my eyes and ears,
muffling but not eliminating sound, leaving my mouth and nose open so that i
have no problems breathing. i feel enclosed, safe as the hood is tightened in
place. You order me to present my left hand and You place a cuff tightly around
it then repeat with the right. i shift a little on the concrete floor, and You
ask me if my knees are alright. i nod, licking my lips, afraid to speak because
my voice will quiver.
i feel You
lean over me, Your mouth kisses my exposed cheek then i hear Your voice in my
ear. “There will be only one safe word tonight my whore. That word that will
stop everything. If you speak it, I will take you home and take care of you. Do
you understand?”
Again, i
nod. i do not trust my voice at all anymore. i’m scared, i’m exhilarated, i
trust You completely.
i smile at
the pleasure i hear in Your voice then suddenly gasp as Your nails rake across
my breasts, down my stomach and back up again. When they reach my breasts once
more Your fingers pinch my nipples without mercy. The pain is sharp, intense,
exquisite as You lift my breasts, lifting me with them. i start panting trying
to enter into the pain and just as suddenly You release me. i sense You moving
around behind me then hear the snick of Your knife blade releasing and being
opened. i shiver with anticipation and hold myself very still as the knife
slowly, carefully draws a circle around the base of my neck. my breaths are now
coming slow and steady with the wonderful sensation of Your knife on my skin. i
am quickly entering that beautiful space where there is no beginning, no
middle, no end, just sensation, pleasurable pain, sensual torment, and
beautiful release.
i feel the
blade moving down my spine in a serpentine fashion and i feel my energy rise to
meet it and cannot stop the laughter that escapes my lips from the sheer joy of
the sensation. You move the blade around my ass cheek and up the front of my
thigh, touching my pussy, my clit, i gasp at the sensation and my essence
escapes my secret folds. i hear Your voice in my ear once again, “I can smell
your excitement My whore. Are you wet for Me?”
“Yes Sir. i
am very wet for You.”
“I will
have to check for Myself soon.”
The knife
continues up the front of my body, making swirling patterns on my flesh,
causing me to stop laughing and gasp when it reaches the sensitive underside of
my breast then up to press ever so slightly against my nipple. i arch into the
sensation, releasing my breath with a deep moan.
Suddenly
Your other hand circles my throat, holding me still and pressing on the points
that cut off the necessary supply of oxygen to my brain, but only for a moment.
i lean into You, trusting You, knowing You will take us both to wonderful
places. A blade on my nipple, a hand on my throat; i want to swoon with the
sheer wonderful feeling of giving You everything giving up this power to You.
You apply
just a little more pressure to my throat, i’m having a hard time breathing but
am not afraid, then the pressure lifts and Your hand rises and cups my face, my
chin, tilting my head back You kiss me once again, gently, possessively. “Stand
up My whore.”
It takes me
a moment to get back into my body enough to obey and my legs are a little
shaky, but Your hand on my arm steadies me.
“Tonight
You may be asked who you are, what Your name is. Your only answer to these
questions is that you are Sir's whore. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir. i
am Your whore, Sir's whore.”
Once again
i feel Your hands roaming over my body, touching me, claiming me. i feel like
You are somehow marking me and then i feel it; supple leather circling my neck.
You are placing a collar on me. There is tugging as the collar is buckled into
place and then i feel a weight attached to it. You are locking the collar in
place. It is rare enough that You place a collar on me for our play but a lock
is unheard of.
Everything
You have said to me crashes through my brain. Expect the unexpected, stop play
safe word only, no name, only that i belong to You. i take deep breaths, trying
to get my bearings and ground my energy. You start breathing with me, slowing
my pace, helping me to regain my equilibrium. Soon i am calm, breathing deeply
and slowly.
You back me
up to a wall and order me to spread my legs. i wonder what is happening but do
not have long to wait. Soon i can feel You at my feet, placing cuffs on my
ankles. i know that whatever may happen tonight, i may very well get completely
bound. Once the cuffs are in place i feel You move away from me.
“Are you
ready My whore?”
i take one
more deep cleansing breath, “Yes Sir, to please You.”
Your hand
takes mine and pulls me in close, once again Your voice in my ear. “Good girl.”
Then You leading me through the space around obstacles it seems, and into
another room where it feels, it sounds almost cavernous, but i can hear and
sense people. No one touches me and You are deft at Your leading me as i touch
nothing except Your hand and my bare feet on the floor.
You lead me
to an apparatus and help me into position. It feels like a spanking bench of
some sort. You attach my wrist and ankle cuffs to various points on the bench
then i feel Your hands running over my body once again.
i hear
murmurings around me, indistinct words being spoken. i hear what seems to be
the clinking of silverware and glassware. Is there a party going on? Suddenly i
hear a loud voice, it sounds projected like with a sound system.
“Ladies and
gentlemen, guests, I’m certain that you have all enjoyed the festivities thus
far. The fare has been quite splendid this evening but we still have a very
special treat. Our dessert and final entertainment of the evening has been
brought in for everyone’s pleasure. Remember the rules and all final decisions
belong to the owner. Please take turns and enjoy.”
my heart
skips a beat and i can feel my hands grow clammy at my sudden nervousness, but
then i feel Your hand on my neck, the nails of Your other hand gliding down my
back and then Your hand lands with a hard slap on my ass. i breathe deep and
immediately feel calm.
i heard a
round of laughter with the slap on my ass and then i feel someone standing
beside me and a latex covered hand running over my skin. The touch is foreign,
unknown. The touch goes from hard to soft to hard again as though checking the
resiliency of my flesh. Suddenly i feel one hand in the small of my back and
the other hand lands over and over on my buttocks, raining blows on one cheek
and then the other. Just as i am about to reach my limit of these hard hits,
they stop and the hand starts slowly rubbing the abused the flesh. The
sensation makes me squirm with the pleasure of it all. i feel Your presence
next to me like an anchor keeping me focused and centered. i take the sensations
in and feed the energy to You. It is what i always do with the energy. i don’t
know any other way to deal with it.
The
spanking continues one for a bit more, then someone else moves forward to take
its place. There is no longer any gender involved. i have no idea who is going
to do what to me and it no longer matters. The next person brings a flogger and
the blows land mercilessly on my back, ass, and legs. i focus on my breathing
and then i feel Your hand on my head and i relax into the sensation, becoming
one with the pain. At that moment, i feel the juices from my pussy once again
start to escape my intimate folds. The flogging ends, only to be replaced with
lube and a butt-plug. The insistent entry to my nether region brings a moan to
my lips as my hips start to buck against the lovely invasion. The person
inserting it plays with it for a bit, pulling and pushing on it, fucking my ass
with it.
This person
is replaced by someone else with a cane. The caning is exquisite and brings
purring and moans from my lips. i hear loud whispers about my reaction to the
caning. The blows started soft and built in intensity until i screamed with the
final blows; one on each ass cheek. They burned and i am certain i will have
marks from them.
The caning
is replaced with a paddle. The cool wood glides across my hot flesh,
introducing itself like a new lover. i squirm against the coolness with how
deliciously wonderful it feels, cooling me off, yet raising my hunger for more.
Suddenly the blows start landing, ass cheeks, thighs, calves, feet and back up
again. Back and forth, light taps followed by hard slaps. The rhythm varies and
i cannot wrap my head around it. i can tell i’m starting to get lost. i can’t
find my anchor and i’m close to screaming and losing control, almost ready to
say my safe word when it stops and i feel You close to me, touching my head,
giving me the control i need to go deeper.
Someone
starts playing with the butt-plug again. i don’t know if it’s a new person or
the person who was playing with it before. They play me and it like an
instrument though. It takes mere moments before i am humping the bench, the
air, trying to get good deep thrusts with it and suddenly the butt-plug is
gone. i whimper with the loss but not for very long. Something infinitely
harder is placed against my nether opening and slowly slid into place. i
recognize the ass hook and groan with the sheer beauty of how it feels in my
ass. The person inserting it plays with it a bit, fucking me with it and moans
escape my lips as i try to rise up to meet it, desperately wanting more.
It’s
released but stays embedded in my body. Someone new starts threading what i
surmise is rope through the hook tightening into my body, making me writhe with
the erotic feel of it. As soon as they are done tying it up, i can feel that as
i squirm i will effectively fuck myself with the ass hook. i look forward to
what is to happen next that may give me the incentive to move against the hook
in a way that will take me yet deeper into my happy whore space.
The next
instrument of torment is strap. This was not what i had bargained for. This is
hard to take. It stings and i want to get away from it but i am cemented in
place with the ass hook buried deep inside of me. Again, i am almost come
undone when i feel Your hand on my shoulder and i breathe through it. The blows
let up and are replaced with the whip.
Whoever is
wielding the whip is expert. The blows move from subtle brushes to full on
cracks. They move back and forth between beautiful caresses that make me want
more to burning bites that i want desperately to get away from, but the person
is reading me and seeing what i react to and how and easily falls into a rhythm
that causes me to melt and go ever deeper into the wonderful dark place of
erotic pain. Soon the blows become more insistent until each hit is a burn on
my flesh and with the final crack, i scream long and loud.
i feel You
lean down next me, Your voice in my ear, “Checking in My whore. Are you all
right?”
i try to
smile for You but i’m floating and don’t know if it really comes across. “Oh
yes Sir.”
You kiss my
check and then hold a glass of water to my lips. It’s awkward but doable. i
never drink that much water during play anyway. Once hydrated, the next person
comes up to have their way and i whimper when i feel the rope on the ass hood
released. i’m afraid it will be coming out next and i don’t want to lose the
beautiful sensation…and i am not wrong. The next thing to happen; the ass hook
is pulled from my body and i cry out at the loss of it.
As the
evening progresses each person brings their own implement of torment and
delight. There is a pussy paddling, there is a dildo inserted in my pussy and i
am fucked mercilessly, there is a riding crop, a whippy cane type thing that
just about sends me over the edge (i learn later it is the bee stinger, but
wielded by someone who did not know or understand its strength). There is more
flogging, there is someone who fucks my mouth, someone who fucks my pussy,
there is scratching, and biting and then, there is the finishing whip.
The person
who wields tells me i will ask for and count each stroke. There will be 10. You
know my fear of this implement. It has been used mercilessly on me, but there
is a fine line between effective and useless with it.
i gather my
courage, “Please Sir, may i have the first blow?” It lands just about right.
There is no burn so i am hopeful that i will be able to get through 10 hits if
the person using it knows how to gage the blows. “Please Sir; may i have the second
blow?” The second lands on my other ass check at about the same hardness. i
breathe deeply, calming myself and ask for the third, then fourth blows, taking
a breath after each blow. Each odd number blow gets a little harder. by the
time we reach 8, i’m not sure i will be able to take the final two.
i take one
more deep breath, “Please Sir, may i have the ninth blow?” i almost tighten up
but before the words are completely out of my mouth the blow lands and a few
seconds later the burn starts and i scream. Your hand is on my shoulder, urging
me to breath. i pant for a bit and then breathe deeply once again. i nod, not
knowing if You are watching me or not. “Please Sir, may i…” and the tenth blow
lands on my other cheek and once again i scream when the burn hits a few
seconds later. i start sobbing and trying to breath. You calm me, getting me to
breathe with You. Each breath becoming deeper until i am calm.
Once again
You check in with me and i tell you that i am okay. i feel Your lips on my
cheek as You whisper in my ear, “you are My good whore.”
i smile at
the pleasure and pride i hear in Your voice.
Suddenly it
feels like everyone is crowding around us. i can feel the press of bodies, hear
them even though only You are touching me and then i feel cold lube on my pussy
again, and i think i am going to get fucked again, but no. Cold hard steel
enters my pussy and then i hear the hum of the Hitachi. Now comes the pinnacle
of the evening for me. i know i will be forced to orgasm.
i hear Your
voice in my ear as the Hitachi comes into contact with my pussy, playing around
my clit as the PureWand is used mercilessly to find my g-spot and rubs over it
again and again. Suddenly the Hitachi finds the sweet spot behind my clit and
the PureWand is moved over and over my g-spot. i start screaming and bucking as
the orgasms start to rip through my body, my essences gushing from my pussy in
waves to match my ecstasy. i lose track of how many orgasms are ripped from me,
my throat is raw from the screams of my release.
Soon the
relentless torment ends, the Hitachi is turned off, and PureWand is removed
from my body and lay limp and exhausted on the bench. The room is strangely
quiet and then i hear a single person start to clap and then more and then
suddenly the room is filled with clapping, wolf whistles, and yells of
happiness.
You start
to release and someone joins You, making sure i am release quickly and
efficiently. You help me to sit up and wrap a warm blanket around me and hold
me close while people mingle around, periodically coming by to thank You for
sharing. You hold onto me tightly, letting me know You have me, i feebly reach
up and stroke Your face, touching You and i always need to do after we play.
“Thank You
Sir. You are the most wonderful Sir a whore could ever want.”
You slowly
reach up and loosen the ties on the hood and remove it. The lights have been
lowered and people are still mingling and talking. i can feel wonderful energy
in the room and glancing around i see that there were many stations set up for
play and more than one naked submissive is in the room but i see that where the
spanking bench was, i was the center attraction. i truly was dessert, for
everyone.
“Good
energy my whore. Wonderful energy.”
“i am Your
whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.” Your lean down and kiss me passionately,
possessively.
Later,
after we are home and snuggled up in bed together, You tell me it was a raffle
for a good cause. Each person paid for one ticket and on that ticket was the
name of the implement they were allowed to use and on some of them, how the
implement could be used. You had veto power over anyone coming up, but before i
arrived saw how people were trading their tickets around and could see how each
person who really knew how to wield that toy got what they were best at. You
made sure there was nothing on any of the tickets that would cross a hard limit
for either of us. You really do take very good care of Your whore Sir.
“Sir, what
toy did You get to wield, did You get to play with?”
You kiss me
again, “My whore.”
© Dawn C. Davis - 2012
