Written by splendid_

BDSM
9 Jan 2010


He gently moved my head back and looked into my eyes.... ‘Happy are you ?’ I murmured that I was happy and he chuckled as he moved me astride his lap and slid his already hard cock into me. I was a little confused by his tenderness as I gently moved up and down on his cock. The confusion evaporated at the same time as he yanked my head hard backwards and ground his teeth into my neck. I came hard and he came soon after holding my shoulders tight so his cock was buried deep into me and I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing against my G-spot and I felt another orgasm building. He moved me off him before I could cum, as if I was weightless, I had never been less in control of my body or more willing to allow that to happen.

I tried to kiss him and he moved his head away as he walked me over to another piece of equipment against his wall. Before I could anticipate what was happening he fastened my cuffs to each part of it.. Andrews cross, mmmm that is what this is called I thought as I marvelled at how completely I was submitting to him, I am sure that is what it is called. I mentally googled it and got confused between that and the george cross. My errant thoughts were brought back to the present as I felt the sting of something hit my bum. It was still tender from the crop and I couldn’t turn to see what it was he was using. I hissed with pain again and tried to work out what he was hitting me with. It was a wooden paddle I reasoned as he hit me yet again. My bum was on fire and I tried to tense and relax my bum at the same time and minimise the pain as he hit me for a fourth time. I flinched and groaned again and I was unable to think of anything as I slowly sank into a world where pain was the only thing that was real. He may have carried on a few more times but I wasn’t reacting. That was obviously not what he wanted as he stepped it up and I moaned at him to stop as the pain was unmanageable. I called out in pain and I knew that he was aroused.

He put the paddle down and I felt something pressed against my bum cheeks. I felt how aroused he was as his hard cock was sliding down the crack, I flinched again as I worried that he would attempt to enter me without any lube. He moved away and at that point and brought a whip across my back hard. I jumped as it was unexpected.. I felt him move my hair and I relaxed as I thought that he was touching me to be kind. I tensed up when he tucked my hair infront of me and I realised he didn’t want it to get in the way of his whip as he caused searing pain across my back again as he used the whip once more. My mind started to drift off and I moved my hands and feet slightly in the hope of getting more comfortable. He quickly moved closer and kicked my legs back to their original position and involuntarily I sagged my arms back to their position too. For some reason the thought of him touching my hands roughly with his felt too intimate and much worse than the whip or hair pulling or any other pain he had inflicted so far.

He moved my hair again and then I heard it. The fucking crop. I sagged some more as I knew it was going to hurt and hurt more even than the paddle. He swished it again and I heard it slice the air and I tensed. He came over to me and kissed my neck and I leaned into him looking for some comfort. He pushed me forward, away from him and walked away. My stomach turned over as I anticipated the pain momentarily before I realised it. The pain ran from the place of impact and down each leg and up my back as it travelled it was joined by another example and I yelled out as the intensity took over. I could almost taste him smiling and enjoying my pain as he hit me a third time. I moved against the restraints and although I knew that I could actually physically detach myself handing myself to him to hurt was beyond pleasure. It was completely absorbing.

He hit me for a fourth time and I yelled out the word that made it all stop. I cursed my brain for taking over when my body was in such delicious pain. I wanted to pass out. I wanted to just let the pain overwhelm me and goto sleep and I barely realised what was happening as he slipped his arms around me and half carried me off the cross. He must have wrapped me up again and the next I knew I was coming around on the couch. Before I could say anything he laid me down on the floor and climbed on top of me. I smiled as he slid his cock into me. The pain from my back was fuelling the intensity of the hard fuck and I arched against him. I felt his hand close around my throat and the pain from the cross mixed with the loss of any movement as his weight pressed down on me was so fulfilling. I felt the orgasm building quickly and he obviously did too as he told me clearly that I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said. I tried to concentrate on something other than his cock sliding in and out of me and the intense feelings of pain that were magnified by each stroke but it wasn’t working as the orgasm built again. He pressed down hard on my throat and the pain moved into my throat and as far from my impending orgasm as was possible. He carried on sliding into me and I detached from the experience and watched his face begin to fade away and my eyes close. Suddenly he released my throat and everything regained sharp focus and I felt his cock twitch inside me again as my body gave into the orgasm and the release intensified it all and I moved against him to draw the orgasm out.

He told me that I belonged to him and I relaxed knowing that I had done well and pleased him. He stroked my hair and began to move me again.........


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