I look
up at each wrist. Each one is secured in a fur-lined, heavy leather
cuff, padlocked in. A chain goes from each cuff, upwards, to the top
of the bedpost, pulling each arm taut.
Looking
down at my ankles, it is much the same way. Each leg pulled towards
one side of the bed. Making my legs strain a little.
I look
down, to my left, and on the table are the instruments that she will
want to use tonight. A flogger, my favorite crop, nipple clamps, a
nice-sized vibe if I am good; a cane if I am bad. And the knife that
she will use to cut away the black lace bra and panties, leaving me
in just in black heels.
The gag
in my mouth is cruel. A hard, bit gag, pulled tightly into the
corners of my small mouth. Forcing my tiny, pink tongue down, unable to make
words, just whimpers, moans and screams of delight and pain.
Mistress
walks towards me. Looking severe and seductive. A long, black skirt
with a slit up one side. White, long-sleeved blouse, buttoned up
collar. Black kid gloves on. Powerfully red lips and blue eyes with
her dark hair up and off her lovely neck.
Her
boots make noise as she walks towards me. Very loud on the wood
floor. She looks stern, almost angry. Powerful. My heart races a bit
more between lust and fear. She's different tonight; not sure why.
I'm hoping that she finds me a good girl and not use the cane on my
bottom.
She
comes right up to me. Looks down at me, face unreadable. She reaches
behind me and undoes the gag. I'm nervous, she always makes me wear a
gag through the whole session. She roughly rips the bit out of my
mouth. I work my jaw a little. She tosses the gag to one side,
glaring at me.
She
reaches behind me and grabs my short, brown hair. She violently pulls
my head back, delicious pain surprising me and exciting me; I gasp
out loud.
Her
other, gloved hand grabs my chin and her fingers dig into my cheeks.
She's holding my head in place. With clenched teeth, she shakes my
head once, twice...violently. I'm scared, I don't know what's
happening, why is my Mistress acting like this...she moves to shake
my head once more.
Instead,
her hand releases my hair. It cradles the back of my head. The other
hand lets go of me face and caresses it, still holding my chin, but
gently, and she kisses me.
She
closes her eyes. Her lips land on mine. Oh, they are so soft...she
presses them to me, just her lips, it's so gentle and lovely. Her
hands on my head holding and caressing me. She pulls away slowly and
her eyes slide open to look at me.
My knees
go weak. I'm melting. I smell the jasmine on her. I see her blue
eyes, so soft now, red lips parted. Her hands leaving me and I don't have
the strength to tell her not to.
She
looks at me. And she's scared. She's actually trembling. My Mistress
is trembling.
She is shaking as she whispers to me, “Please...please say yes...oh, please say yes...”
Too many
words are choked off in my throat. I do the only thing I can. I nod
to my Mistress. I find that I'm smiling a little as I do it. I nod
yes for her.
With a
small sound she slips her arm around my waist. Her hand in my hair,
pulling me forward to her, the smell of jasmine, her body on mine,
she kisses me so, so, so deeply that I give up to her. Everything.
I give her all of me, and then I close my eyes as I feel her tears on
my cheeks.
