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[pomonagirl]

"When I come over next time what do you want to do?" the text comes through from my new Master. I shudder, inwardly, even though my heart races and pulse quickens at the words. Expressing these desires, when faced so closely with making them a reality, is always hard for me. "Well Sir, what you said last time. About Rope, and Wax, those are two things I would like to experience." Deep breath, press "send"....a few beats later, His enigmatic response which I am now coming to think of as a trademark of His...."Good".

 

"Are you ready"..."I'm here" come the texts, one after another. Here it is, the moment of truth. I gulp down some red wine to help quell the nervous and excited butterflies in my stomach. But it's a good excitement by now and I'm grinning and glowing ear to ear. One quick glance in the mirror and comb my hair down and I'm out the door to meet Him and usher Him inside.

 

"You look happy" He says, smiling, eyes warm, arms open. We embrace and I feel like a ditzy ***ager for a moment, pulse racing and grinning like an idiot. We enter my house and I ask if He'd like anything to drink. "What do you have?" "Well, wine," (glancing at my half-empty glass on the kitchen counter) "OOH, you started without me?" He grins. Even though I was drinking slow, not wanting to get too tipsy, the bit I did drink, as well as my nervousness and excitement, makes me blush and smile even bigger. "Well...You said to be ready, as soon as You walked through the door." I laugh and see the smile in His eyes.

 

We retreat to my room and I pour Him a glass. We sit together, closely, His arm around me and our legs touching. We chat a bit about our jobs and this and that. It's nice, slower paced and more natural this time. I appreciate this moment of closeness, intimacy, normalcy, being allowed to acclimate in His presence, knowing what is to come.

 

And then, we kiss, a small and sweet but passionate kiss, and as we draw back I feel somehow, it has begun. Subtle but powerful and no way to deny it. The shift of power, the aura of lust, desire and control. "On your knees" He says, and I'm on my knees between His legs as He sits on the edge of my bed. "Take 'em off" My shirt comes off and I look up at Him coquettishly. "Keep going", off comes bra, pants, socks, panties. Back on my knees in place as His hands begin to knead and compress my breasts, squeezing and pinching hard enough so that it is ***ful, but not unbearable. My breasts still bear His marks from the last time, healing now but still very fresh and colorful. I hope He enjoys and relishes the sight as I do every morning when I dress for the day.

 

Candles, flogger, crop, rope, toys set on the desk ready for His use. He takes my coil of rope and while I am still on my knees, He is crouching down beside me. Teasing me with the rope, gently brushing the nylon over my face, neck, breasts. "Hands behind your back", and He expertly binds my breasts, gently pushing my head down and taking care to brush my hair aside before tying the rope around the back of my neck. Next securing my wrists. I had never been tied in such a way and my body exalted in the new sensation. "Get up" He says. He is so close to me, standing now, and with nothing to balance myself I struggle and have a few false starts getting to my feet.

 

What happens next....am I bent over the bed? Yes, I think I am, or instructed to. Feet on the ground and head/shoulders buried on the comforter. Legs spread on His command, verbally or by touch, I don't recall. Which comes first...was it the flogger, or His hand? The next hour is a bit of a blur as Master deluges my body and mind with sensation. Flogger, hand, crop, landing at His will on any place of my body He desires. Toys inside me, in my pussy and my ass, stuffing me til I cry out I can't take any more. He flips me over and hauls me up, his body so close to mine, so intimate, even more intimate with my nudity, so *** next to His clothed body. Out from His pocket He pulls a black cloth...a blindfold...which He slips over my head. I am positioned on my back on the bed and try to settle into the pose, hands bound behind my back, breasts thrust forward and seeing only darkness. I hear the lighter flick on and wait.

 

Blindfolded though I was, I sense His pleasure and what must have been a smile to die for, as I feel the first sharp burn of the wax hit my naked flesh. Again and again. Sometimes in rapid succession, sometimes just a few drops, concentrated in one area, sometimes long lines run down my body. A trail of fire, of delicious agony. The *** is sharp and strong but only lasts a second. But applied over and over again, in my blindfolded and bound state, doing my best to stay still, not knowing what or where it is coming next....breasts, chest, stomach, thighs, pussy, arms, legs....

 

"...Now the fun part, taking it off." He picks up the flogger and smiles. "This is the easiest way, the fastest and funest too". Blindfold back on, and subjected again to His lashings, whippings, spankings, with the flogger and crop. The leather landing everywhere on my breasts, torso, stomach, legs, pussy....my legs close after the first lash on my pussy, it's so sensitive and the touch is ***ful and rough. I beg Him not to strike me there and He relents, a little, still striking me there only occasionally, with what I'd like to think, is a slightly lighter touch.

 

Having removed most of the wax from my body with the relentless lashing of the flogger, crop, and other implements, Master picks me up, hauls me up and rests me seated on the floor. Not for respite or to untie me but to repeat the process of the hot wax on my back, thighs and ass. Blindfold off now, He pulls me close and drips more on my breast and nipple. Watching Him do it makes it hurts so much worse than when I was laying blindfolded. The next few drops He applies on my so-sensitive breasts and nipples, I look away, feeling silly but reveling in the bit of respite. More wax, on my front, my back, ass, thighs, pussy, interspersed with the thuds and stings of the flogger and crop. I feel His delight and enjoyment and He slips the blindfold over my eyes one more time.

 

I'm on my knees, on the floor. Bare knees, legs and feet pressed into a bed of dried wax chips. I feel His body close to mine, standing, belt pressed against my face. On my knees, blindfolded before Him, I hear His belt unbuckle. My heart leaps with anticipation. I feel Masters warm cockhead nuzzle against my cheek for just a few hot, amazing moments. My mouth opens and I try to move my head a bit, not wanting to break the moment but wanting to feel it in my mouth so bad. Instead I am met with two of His long, strong fingers pushing through my lips and into my mouth and back of my throat. After teasing and exploring my mouth for a few moments He withdraws and asks "What was that?" "Master's fingers" I say, desperate with lust and sensation. "And what was that, before?" "Master's cock" I breathe, and His reply, a guttural, primal, lust filled affirmation, makes me melt, melt and surrender before this Man, this Dominant Master to whom I offer my body to use at His pleasure.

 

Blindfold removed again, Master unties me and rubs off more wax layers, revealing a scary-colorful mélange of deep, colorful streaks and bruises on my breast. Deep blue, green, bright red, browns, grays. Master instructs me to briskly slap my breasts often to get the *** flowing again. He is seated again on the edge of my bed, and I, on my knees, between His legs. Mirroring our intimate position when this session (as well as the previous session) had started. I ask if I may go and fetch the broom and dustpan but Master says no. "I'm leaving soon anyway, and you must shower first before sweeping up." "Yes Sir" I say, and throw my arms around His waist, burying my face against His lap, my body against His legs, as I feel His arms surround me.

[Bo****]

Love your writing! Thank you!
Such passionate wordsmithing, a joy to savour over n over,in ritualistic coffee wake up...
Looking forward to more ? Please?
Life,love n unity🙏

[pomonagirl]

Thank you so very much for your support @Boldbald!! i really appreciate it and it is an honor to know that some of my writing is a part of your coffee/wake up ritual... :) 

[Bo****]

Thank you ! Really put a smile on my face,and made coffee much better. Looking forward to perusing more of your craft....🙏