"Thank you, Sir," I stammer.
Leaning forward, he fastens the blindfold and attaches the chain leash to my collar. He pulls on the leash, ordering me to rise on my feet, and leads me to a padded bench with a headrest. Sebastian positions me across the bench in doggy style and cuffs my ankles and wrists in soft leather restraints. An icy panic creeps up my arms and legs, threatening to engulf me. My lungs pump hard, releasing a storm of breaths as adrenaline courses through my blood. You're safe. You can do this. The panic subsides with every slow and deliberate inhalation and exhalation.
"Are you okay, pet? Do you trust me?" He interrupts my mini melt down with a low, soothing voice. My skin grows clammy as I lay with my ass and pussy up in the air. I've never felt more vulnerable and ashamed, yet deep down in my gut I trust Sebastian with my heart, body, and mind.
"Yeah, all good. I do, Sir," I answer with a steady voice.
"What are the safe words, pet?" he demands.
"Green, all good, yellow, it's good but getting too intense and red, stop now, Sir."
"Good girl." His voice is laced with approval.
With the blindfold robbing me of my sight, my other senses become heightened. The heady combination of Sebastian's unique masculine, earthy perfume and smoky scent of the leather flogger alerts me he's standing behind me.
"You're stunning, kitten. This masterpiece belongs to me now." A gasp escapes my lips when his hand lands on my ass check.
"What is the correct response, pet?" His baritone voice is cold as ice, sending the old familiar shiver coursing through me.
"My body belongs to you to use it as you please, Sir."
"Perfect, little sub." He traces the soft tips of the suede flogger across the skin on my back and legs, awakening every nerve ending and all my senses. I know what's coming, but I don't know when. I'm torn between unease and arousal as anticipation pulses through me. Sliding his hand between my legs, he pushes his finger into my pussy.
"You're so wet. I can't wait to bury my cock in your juicy pussy." Pushing in a second finger, he pumps them in and out slowly, sending pleasurable jolts through me. As the pressure builds, I wriggle against his hand and clench my core, begging for more.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me, Sir." Needy moans squeeze past my lips. I'm so close. He taps my backside with the flogger, forcing me to unclench my muscles.
"Not yet, greedy little sub," he commands with a firm voice.
I give an involuntary squeal of surprise when he removes his fingers and something cold and rubbery pushes at my entrance. Dildo. Once it's fully seated inside me, he turns it on and swats my ass with soft taps, sending a shivering thrill up my spine. Oh, this isn't so bad. It's quite pleasurable. Sebastian taps my ass cheeks in rapid succession. The stinging strikes come fast, so fast it's hard for me to distinguish between each individual strike. Pain is an illusion, I remind myself.Inhaling and exhaling, I ride the wave of pain. Pausing for a moment, Sebastian rubs the palms of his hands on my cheeks in a circular motion, soothing my throbbing, burning flesh. As the pain fades, he swats me again. The staccato sound of leather smacking my bare bottom reverberates through the playroom. The leather flogger lashes up and down my legs, over my ass cheeks, its blows random and each time landing a little harder. A tortured moan tears through my lungs as a searing pain branches across my bottom like lightning.
Sebastian stops and demands, "What color are you, pet?"
"Green, Sir." He massages my aching buttocks, telling me he's proud of me. Then, the soft flogger strips land on the crease between my ass and thigh. My clit pulsates with each impact, bringing me closer to the brink.
With the relentless onslaught of the flogger striking my flaming flesh and the vibrations of the dildo intensifying, the pain and pleasure reach an unbearable crescendo, threatening to throw me off the cliff.
"Oh, my God. I can't hold on…Please Sir, may I come?" I beg shamelessly. If he doesn't let me, I'll come anyway. I can't hold on any longer. Even the threat of consequences can't stop me from coming.
"Are you sure you're ready to come, pet?"
"Oh, yes! Please, please, may I come, Sir?" I mewl loudly.
"Come for me. Now." Sebastian swats my swollen, aching clit and I explode as a white-hot orgasm rips through me.
As I lay limp on the bench, he carefully removes the blindfold, dildo and restraints. He snakes his arm around my deliciously sore body and scoops me in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder as a warm glow of euphoria flows through me. He takes me to the ensuite bathroom.
"Are you able to stand on your feet, pet?" The warmth of his smile echoes in his soothing voice. My muscles tremble with overuse, but I'm determined to push through the fatigue.
"Yes, Sir." I summon a small smile to reassure him.
Putting me down, he grabs the ointment from the cabinet and rubs it onto my bottom with great care and gentleness. I exhale deeply as the cream relieves the throbbing, stinging pain. He walks me to the bed, tucks me in, then pulls off his trousers and gets under the covers.
Gathering me in his arms, he runs his fingers lazily through my hair, murmuring, "You did well. I'm proud of you, kitten."
"You were amazing. I felt safe and cared for. Thank you, Sir." My words slur as exhaustion pulls me under and I drift off to sleep.