I wrote this a while back and found it in my documents:
Sitting at my desk, toiling away at college homework, trying to figure out why the numbers are not coming up right, I sigh in frustration. Totally absorbed in my work, I don’t notice that You have come up behind me. I look up at the blank wall as though the answer might magically be written and run my hand through my hair, tugging at the knots and thinking I should really get my hair cut. You like seeing me like this, so concentrating, so exacting, that I don’t even notice you’re in the room. Silently, You come up behind me and slip a blue silken blindfold around my neck, the soft fabric sending goose bumps down my skin. You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Take off those glasses, girl.”
Smiling as I recognize your scent - that soft powdery scent mixed with peppermint and lavender - I reach up and remove my glasses, setting them upon the books. As soon as I do that, You slide the blindfold up past my mouth and nose and secure it gently around my eyes, whispering in my ear, “You look like you needed a break from all that college work, girl. You will obey me tonight and trust in me. If this becomes too much, you will use your safe word. What is your safe word, girl?”
“Kindle, Sir”, I respond, and immediately feel your hand caressing my shoulders, massaging the knots that had formed while I was working. I feel Your strong hands as they roam my body, while You kiss my neck gently and nibble at my ear.
“Stand, girl.” You command as I hurry to obey immediately. You lead me out of the office and down a corridor to the special room, the one we keep locked so that no prying eyes may enter and behold. I smell the room air as the door opens, the familiar smell of the leather, paddles, wood, and other implements invade my senses as I cannot see. You lead me over to a padded rug where I know my task is to immediately strip, but You grab my hands and place them at my sides and tell me to be still.
I stand, stock still, as You take EMT shears, the kind designed to cut through clothing and “snip” them close to my ears. Immediately, I am glad that I am wearing clothes that are older and were going to be made into rags soon as I feel You snip through the first piece of clothing. My shirt falls away from my body, leaving only my bra clad breasts and You take in every sight as You continue to cut away my pants. My panties, You slide down my legs and tell me to step out. My bra, the only thing worth saving, You unclasp and let it slide down my arms, allowing my breasts to fall free. Seeing the nipples harden at the cool air, You smile.
Taking a set of leather cuffs, You quickly attach them to my wrists and ankles. Then, leading me to the bed, You instruct me through whispers, “Lay down face forward, girl, arms up.” Quickly and carefully, I comply, moving my body along the bed while blindfolded. I find You have placed pillows to support my hips and to lift my ass in the air. Settling over the pillows, face down, I feel you secure my wrists to the head of the bed, leaving my ankles free for now.
Leaning in towards my body, You whisper another instruction – giving me hints of what is to come, “Do you remember this morning when you were sarcastic to me and I told you it was enough, but you continued?”
Gulping, I reply, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You will be disciplined for your smart mouth before play will continue.” You say as you take the heavy oak paddle down from its spot on the wall. “Count every swat as it lands, girl.”
With that, You raise the paddle and bring it down upon my ass stiffly, the crack filling the void of the quiet space that we call ours. “One, Sir” I gasp, tears springing up to my eyes with the sting, the silk absorbing the hot tears. I count 15 swats total as my body writhes against the wrist cuffs, ass on fire, deeply regretting my words from earlier this morning. Chest heaving, it takes me a moment to realize that there is now something soft trailing its way along my burning ass, up my back and down across my leg backs. I barely have time to react when I hear the whistle and sharp FLAP sound that the leather flogger made as it made contact with my upper thighs. Skillfully, You avoid my reddened ass as the flogger gently warms my back and thighs with a constant thud against my body. The pain in my ass lessens as the heat from the flogger takes over my senses. The pleasurable gentle sting of the leather straps hitting every inch of my body as I focus on the sensations.
You unclip my wrists from the head of the bed and instruct me to turn over. I flip onto my back and You adjust the pillows and place them under my head. My ass protests as it feels the silk sheets which are on the bed. Quickly, You secure my hands above my head again, and this time my ankles are spread wide, exposing my most intimate area. I feel a strap wrap around each of my knees, further pulling my legs apart revealing my neatly trimmed pussy. Before I can react, I feel the flogger again hitting parts of my body, my legs, my belly, my breasts and chest and finally whipping that sweet spot between my legs. Not enough to hurt, though the warmth quickly spreads yet again. My senses whirling, I feel You drip ice water in different parts of my body, trailing an ice cube over my breasts, hardening the nipples.
Taking in the sight, You grin and attach clothespins to my nipples further stimulating the hard buds. I feel an ice cube make its way trailing down my body and pausing for a moment before slipping between my spread thighs, invading my intimate space with cold sharpness. I gasp and attempt to wriggle away from the cube, but it is firmly pressed between my lips on my clitoris. I feel the flogger begin to work its way on my body again, the fire on my chest, ice in my crotch, I moan out and whimper knowing that every minute spent being tortured is bringing me that much closer to subspace.
I feel the ice cube replaced with something cool and lubricated. It slips between my legs and pushes deep within my crotch, filling me up. Then You flip the switch. It is the Hitachi. It comes to life powerfully vibrating my crotch, teasingly, and intensely. You alternate between the low and high settings, taking care to angle it so that it occasionally hits my g-spot as You slide it in and out. My body edges closer and closer to orgasm and You whisper in my ear, “Not yet, girl, hold it.”
The flogger comes back down across my chest and belly, always careful not to break the skin. You work the wand attachment in and out of my crotch swapping between high, low, and off. Sweat begins to bead on my stomach and my hair is damp with desperation as I finally cry out, “PLEASE SIR, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!!” I beg and beg and beg again, only to be denied each time. My head thrashes, the blindfold still securely in place, You flip the wand to high and at the same time flick the flogger across my breasts, snapping off the clothespins and tell me, “Cum hard, girl!”
My body tenses up, I grip the air as I struggle against my bonds and the intense pleasure courses through my body. The burning in my ass long forgotten as my body is pushed through an intense orgasm like no other. I am breathing hard through the orgasmic high when I realize You aren’t stopping the wand. It again alternates between high and low and back to high constantly stimulating my crotch. You whisper to me to cum again and again and my body is helpless to stop Your sensual overload of my pleasure. I squirt with the third orgasm, and my body is now one big bundle of nerves as I quiver, held in place only by the bonds you placed on me. I’m floating in ecstasy.
The blindfold removed, bonds lifted, I feel my body being held in Your arms as I am brought back down to earth slowly. Unable to speak, my body does the speaking for me as I shudder against Your body. You rub oils into my skin taking care to treat the area where the paddle left deeper red marks. I smile up at You as my body is being cared for. Then, once I am fully down to earth, You look me in the eyes and say, “Time for more, girl.” With that, You take me, satisfying Your own pleasure as I ride your cock to orgasm again.