The negotiation was done and she left me alone in her dungeon while she dressed into something more suitable.
I must admit that I was a bit nervous. She was the most perfect Dominant I've ever met. I glanced at the wall where all her tools were hanging. If I hadn't been as nervous as I was it would have been heaven. All those floggers, canes, whips, paddles and crops... Never ending tools of pain. I wanted to touch and admire them all, but I didn't dare to move from my kneeling in the middle of the room. She had told me to stay put. Suddenly the door closed behind me and I turned around. I gasped for air. Oh my god. She was so hot. So fierce. So, so dangerous looking. Her high-heeled boots were slimmed to her perfect legs. Her boots ended in the middle of her thighs. Her body was barely covered by her super tight leather dress, kept together with a perfect lacing on both sides. In her left hand she had a long beautiful leather flogger. She looked at me and walked very slowly towards me. The sound from her heels were echoing, the flogger in her hand swished from side to side.
I held my breath while she walked up to me and stopped right behind me. I could hear her breath.
Silence.
She pulls my hair, hard and I can sense her dominance thru every inch of her skin. Her steady grip in the back of my head makes my blood rush and I give in. I'm hers.
- Stand up she says with a voice so determined that I almost jump up on my feet.
With her hand still firmly in my hair, she pulls my head even further back. I'm almost leaning on her chest. I can feel her warm breath on the side of my neck. It's close. Her teeth touches my skin, slowly sinking in to my neck. Deeper, harder. Harder. My heart beats faster. My knees are getting weaker. A beast like groan sounds deep from my throat.
-Undress, she tells me.
Quickly I'm down on one knee trying to untie my shoelaces. My shaking hands makes the task really difficult and my heartbeat keeps racing faster and faster. Afraid I won't please her quick enough. My shoes are off, my jeans, my t-shirt. She tells me to stop. I am a little embarrassed standing in boxers and a tank top, but the way she is looking at me, calms me down and I start to feel a bit sexy. We're standing face to face and the leather flogger is still in her left hand.
She puts her hand on my wrist and softly caresses my arm. When reaching my upper arm her nails scratches my skin almost making me bleed. Her hand is on my neck, her nails are buried under my skin, and she pulls me gently closer to her. My eyes are closed and her teeth starts sinking in to the side of my neck, again. Her hand in the back of my neck is the only thing keeping me on my feet.
-On you knees boy, she whispers.
She doesn't have to tell me twice. She pulls my hair, bites my neck and scratches my back, under my tank top, all at the same time. My body explodes. It's like fireworks under my skin. The moaning and groaning from the depths of my throat is the only sound you can hear. My body shivers. All the pain. I don't want it to stop.
-Stand up! Her words are hard but still gentle in some way.
But my legs can't move, my bones are soft and feels like jell-o and all I can do is shiver in shame.
-Get up! Her voice is louder and more angry than before.
I'm trying to get up and I fall forward ending up on all four. The strike from the flogger didn't wait. The hit was direct and stingy. The surprise hit felt like lightning and the fireworks was fired up again. With all my submissive power still left inside of me I manage to stand up. A bit wobbly , but standing. Her nails is dug deep in my shoulder and with her lips really close to my ear, she whispers: good boy.
The satisfaction is arousing, I'm blushing. My skin has goosebumps. Her nails dug a little deeper, a little harder.
-Are you a good boy she asks teasingly?
While her nails dug even harder and deeper I can't do anything but exhale a Yes Miss. And she let go of my shoulder.
While trying to cuff my wrists with those leather cuffs and me being all wobbly and dizzy she gently caresses my tank top off my body. She raises my arms and put them in the chains, and in that same second I was tied up in the St Andrew cross, she sank her teeth in to my neck and put her hand around my throat. Putting enough pressure on for me to get the sensation of having a hard time to breath and still go for the whole vampire bite. My body is twisting and turning. I can't get enough! My blood is rushing thru my body. The adrenaline is pumping and my body is one big firework ready to explode.
She stops.
The heavy breathing, from both of us, is the only thing breaking the silence.
Her hand is caressing my back, soft and gently.
And there it is. The sound of air resistance from a heavy suede flogger. The first hit is soft, like massage. But the power and speed quickly increases. My head starts to get all dizzy when I unconsciously follow the pace from the floggers. One, two, three, four, five, six. It's like a beautiful dance going on. My back is the dance floor, the floggers are the dancers and the strikes are their beat. The dance fades out. She's changing the dancers. I can hear how she puts them down but I can't hear which ones she's picking up. She's warming up before she starts hitting my body and I hear a whinging sound. I'm sure that they're longer than the first one, but not what they are made off. Maybe leather. Maybe rubber. The not knowing makes me nervous and the first hit, stings like hell. I can't help moaning and my knees gets weaker. Luckily the chains are keeping me up and the pain from the cuffs digging in to my skin is a nice reminder.
The florentine flogging stops and her hand is smooth and cold against my back. She strikes me just below my shoulder. The pain is instant. It stings and my body bends backwards like a rainbow. I can feel how every inch of my body is shaking. The pain keeps coming, my shaking increases. Her nails are ripping my back like a lioness protecting her throne. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
-Are you all right, she ask?
All I have power to do, is nod.
-You're doing good she whispers gently.
Her praise reaches me right down to my bones and I reach a whole new level of intoxication.
The leather and those sharp metal spikes from the vampire gloves gets me to yet another plane of emotions running thru my mind. The pain, the joy of pain, the arouse. The sensitivity. Every single touch is like the shaking ground just before a volcanic eruption. Her teeth against my skin, her nails slowly running down my spine, the metal spikes scratching all over my back. Can't stand the pain, too much to handle. Give me more. A deep, long groan runs over my lips. I can't keep it within me. My body throws itself around and I moan higher. Deeper. She takes a step back to admire the artwork on my back. I can feel that she broke my skin. Her hands are gently stroking my back, just for a few seconds, but it's like a soft feather-light touch as the the suns first rays, that first warm day of spring.
On an unconscious lever, I hear how a flogger is picked up. It feels like the cross sways back and forth. I take a firm grip on the chains and I feel the pressure around my wrists from the cuffs, those cuffs that keeps all my weight up.
Nothing happens. No pain.
All I can hear is my own heavy breathing.
The whip hits my back without warning. It's tough, hard and stings like pouring a lot of salt in a wound. She hits again, a little harder. And again and again. And again. I lost the count. Harder. Faster. Meaner. I can't take it.
I relax. I let the pain wash over me. Each hit hurts worse than the last. Tears are burning behind my eyelids. I can hear how she's using all her strength, she strikes again. That hit is like millions of fireworks at the same time. A single tear runs down my cheek. My grip on the chains gets harder. My whole body is shaking. My mind is hazy, as if I had too much to drink. I have no control over my body anymore. My legs will not keep me standing much longer. I can't bare to open my eyes. The adrenaline rush makes my body all numb, in a good way. My mind is filled with cotton, sunshine and fluffy things. Far, far away I can hear a familial voice but I can't really understand what is says. Suddenly the voice is clear
-Can you take five more, she ask with a caring voice. I know you don't like to talk but for this, you have to.
I let her words sink in before I even try to answer. Carefully, I open my mouth, and I really hope that my words can carry out.
-Yes Miss. Please Miss. My words are weak, but they are there.
-Good boy. Leather or rubber. Choose carefully. You will get all five with the same.
I shiver.
She puts the leather flogger on my left shoulder and the one in rubber on my right shoulder.
The pleasure is complete. My mind feels empty, my body is close to Nirvana. All I want is to please her and I know she likes the rubber flogger, but I also know that it will hurt. The question is, can I take that much more pain?
I lean my head on the leather one. It feels nice against my skin and it will also hurt. Almost as much. My mind has decided. I take a few more seconds for my body to decide as well.
-Rubber, please. Thank you Miss, I whisper.
-Good choice. That will be a gold star for you, she says proudly.
The joy of making her proud makes my body tingle and sparkle of happiness as I brace myself waiting for strike one.
The pain is echoing thru my whole body when the rubber touches my skin. I tremble and the moaning is inevitable. Strike two is even worse. My body shakes uncontrollable and the grunting flies out of my mouth. Number three is more pain than I've ever felt. My tears are burning in my eyes. Her hand is on my back, caressing. She asks if I'm okay. I open my mouth but there is no voice. I nod my head until she notice and says okay and gives my shoulder a kiss.
The forth hit is a sting from hell and my eyes are filled with tears. With heavy breathing and a really hard grip on the edges of the cross I get thru the pain. My body is out of control, my mind is a fluffy kitten. High on endorphins and adrenaline.
Fireworks! My body gets pressed against the wooden cross, the deepest moaning leaves my lips as tears falls down my cheeks. My breathing is heavy. Shaking and trembling. My knees keep bending. The cuffs leaves soft burn marks on my wrists. Can't keep my eyes open. Can't speak. My head is heavy, empty, fluffy, can't keep up with emotions running thru my body and mind. Body soft as melted ice cream.
She's standing right behind me, hugging me. Her body is warm, gentle and safe. Her lips slowly touches my skin. Thru the dizzy haze I can hear her voice – You are such a good boy. I'm so proud of you- Her words goes deeper than any of the pain, it goes straight to my heart. On top of the adrenaline, the endorphins, there is a deeper satisfaction, a joy that hugs me from the inside. She's gently and touches my arms, massages them a bit to get my blood going while she looses the chains from the cuffs and takes down my arms slowly one by one. My shoulders are stiff and aches a bit. She rubs my shoulders while I hug the cross to keep my self from falling. The earth is moving too fast. The room is spinning. I close my eyes and the embrace from her makes me feel safe and cared about. After awhile the spinning fades out and her soft voice asks if I wanna try to sit down. My voice isn't back yet, I nod. She helps me down, it's almost like she's carrying me.
I'm on the floor, room starts to spin again. I put my head on my knees. From nowhere she puts a blanket around me. She sits down and it's like she's all around me. She's everywhere. Hugging, touching, caressing. I'm barely here, my mind went to the moon and is not yet back.
I don't know for how long we sit close together, don't know how long I'm gone. But slowly my consciousness is coming back.
I look at her and she meets my eyes.
-How are you, I ask.
-I'm fine, happy. You?
-High. But super fine. Can I do anything for you?
-Not right now. Maybe later. She smiles and her eyes sparkle.
-Thank you Miss. It was amazing I said.
