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theroebabe -> the first time (8/21/2004 9:10:49 AM)
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He had asked if I trusted him, and I nodded and slowly said yes Sir. But now sitting in the car, blindfolded, gagged, ears plugged, and hands bound, I wasn’t so sure it was the right thing to say. I can’t say how long we drove but it was a very quiet ride for me. Nervous, unsure of what was to come. Its not like I didn’t know him, I keep telling myself. He is a man of honor and integrity but also full of mischief. Likes to keep people guessing. He is a classic bad boy for sure.
Finally he stopped the car and I sat there waiting for some indication of what I was to do, my body sweaty, my mind in turmoil, knowing I gave him control and yet knowing what was to happen was out of my control, and enjoying every frantic moment. I felt the car door open and I still jumped when he touched me to help me out of the car. I got out slowly getting my legs under me and walking slowly carefully led by him to our destination. He removed the shawl that was draped around me and led me away again.
He slowly ran his hands up and down my body sending shivers everywhere lightly touching my cool skin. I was nervous and afraid of what was to happen but excited, so excited as well. My pussy was wet with my juices and I quivered at his tender touch. He released one hand from the cuffs and brought it overhead where he fastened it to something and repeated the same with the other. Slowly teasing me and taunting me knowing there was little I would so to stop this, not that I wanted to. I shivered as if a cold wind had blown around me as he taunted me gently, when suddenly SMACK he startled me by spanking my ass hard. I jumped a little and made what I think was a whimpering noise.
He moved down my ass to my legs motioning for me to spread them wide and I of course did what I was told, being the good girl that I am. I felt cuffs on my legs and realized I was at his mercy. Well I was anyway, he excites me send fires thru the fibers of my body, making me realize how wanton I want to be with him. Again he moved up my legs startling me. Reaching up to my sopping cunt, I can imagine the look on his face laughing at my predicament. Knowing how right the time was for this to happen. How badly I needed this, how long it had been since a strong Dom took care of what needed to be done.
He walked away and I was left swaying with excitement and lust of it all, I was greedy wanting his touch and I got it the forms of those nasty clothespins. He grabbed my breast and took it out of the teddy I was wearing. I know I must have turned every shade of red. I hoped we were somewhere private where no one could see me like this but I knew that probably wasn’t the case. But yet I still hoped that we were somewhere that I didn’t know anyone. He pulled on the nipple ring and made me sway even more from the pleasure I was feeling when snap I felt the clothespins in my breast. I know I was groaning loudly. As each one went on it got a little higher pitched. I could feel them surrounding my areola, knowing they were going to hurt like hell when he finally decided to take them off.
He took my other breast and repeated the process; all the while I was swaying almost uncontrollably from the pain of it. Thankful I was being supported by whatever it was that held me up. My mind was a jumble of so many things; it was getting out of control. I felt the tweak as he played with the pins, touching my breasts and hard nipples. I have no idea what the sounds were that I was making I just know they were almost guttural in enjoyment and yet pain of those pins. He slowly stopped and I felt the thwack of the crop on my pussy. I jumped away in surprise as it hit. More unintelligible noises, emanated from my throat. He started slowly and built the pressure, moving up and down my inner thighs and pussy. All the while I was twisting and turning wanting it and yet wanting to get away from it.
He walked around me placing well-spaced smacks wherever he wanted and started on my ass. Again I tried to move out of the way but they seem to come from all around me there was no escape. Suddenly I felt the whoosh of air that can only mean one thing . . . a flogger. And as it landed on my ass, I pushed my ass out wanting more, wanton slut that I am for this. He was so wonderful as to give me what my body asked for as he pelted and striped my body with the flogger. I was oblivious to all surrounding me, save his touch.
Until he reached around for the clothespins, reminding me of their presence. I squealed in pain from them, he tinkled them softly with his fingertips just brushing against them. I prayed he would not flog them but he did. The pain making me cry out and beg thru the gag, nonononono, please no was all I could think. The flogging stopped and my breasts throbbed, and ached. He pulled my nipples and made the pins fan out, as they were pulled taut. I felt my knees go weak from it all when I felt him release me, my large breasts sagged against my chest more agony.
I knew it would be worse when it was time for them to come off. And he knew how to make it even more so. I felt the kiss of the signal tail on my stomach and legs and knew what I was in for tonight. Lightly caressing my skin, slowly building in intensity as it traveled my body. I felt the heat rise and my skin flush as he stuck me again and again the single point of fire on a small area of skin, as I fought to move away knowing I could not and loving every minute of the torture I was getting. I could feel the welts as he struck harder and harder, and every so often he would hit the nipple hard, make me cry out.
Then he started with the clothespins, one by one he struck them sometimes softly other harder. Dancing all around my body with the whip, until he struck one hard enough to pop it off. And the tears started to flow. I know I was sobbing but I could not hear it, as he moved again up and down me with the whip, then once I recovered slightly, another pin would be struck off. And the pain would light a fire in my loins and my body could not react to it all, it was too much. But I knew they had to come off and this was as good a way as any. Over and over the dance was repeated until they were all off, my skin on fire, my pussy wet with lust, my tears flowing.
I felt hands caressing my tender and abused flesh, and I was not startled at all. Through my tears I sighed softly as he began to massage my breasts and touch all of my heated flesh. My head was hanging as I relaxed from his touch. Enjoy the sweet touch of the sorest of spots; the pain flaring again, was the most exquisite I had felt in a long time. Sighing deeply composing myself. Sniffling away the tears as a blanket was put over me.
My arms were lowered and he helped me to the floor where I sat as his feet. Holding his leg as he pet and caressed me. I looked up not seeing and said thank you Master; it was a wonderful first time.
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