The First Time The Conclusion
I took that first unguarded step of my new life, no holds barred, no turning
back, he stood only 4 small steps away, the wall crumbling and falling with each
freeing step. I reached him and stepped into his arms. I looked up into his
eyes, "Please my sweet Master." I slid down his body and knelt before him, my
eyes still locked to his, spilled a single tear over a cheek, "I humbly kneel
before you and offer you my life, my soul, my heart, my submission."
I lowered my head waiting in silence for his response. I felt his hand stroke my
hair, and he lowered himself to lift me up into his arms. He held me close and I
buried my face against his chest. He lifted my face up and kissed me long and
deep. His arms went around me, his hands caressing my back, one slid upward and
into my hair. I felt the sweet tug as he pulled my head back. His other hand
stroked my cheek, my breathing was suspended as I held it and shivered. "Relax."
He whispered. "Relax." His voice was soft and slow as he spoke the simple word
to put me at ease.
"Splendid, my little treasure, the time has come for you to look deep inside, to
see the real you that you are, it is time for you to understand yourself and get
to know who you are. It is time for you to understand the choice you have just
made."
His hand left my hair and pulled the zipper down on the back of my dress. He
turned me around and peeled it from my trembling body. I stood before him now in
the black lacy lingerie he had so carefully picked out and bought for me. I
shivered, more from anticipation than from any chill. I was told to stand there
and not to move. I watched as he moved away from me and walked to the fireplace
and lit the logs inside. Soon the room would take on the hazy glow of amber
flames. I stood patiently, watching him move, waiting for him to return to me,
wondering what the night ahead held.
I watched almost mesmerized as he laid a thick down filled comforter and a large
array of fluffy pillows not far from the glow burning in the fireplace. I
remained standing as I had been told and watched my Master move towards a
cabinet, I held my breath, knowing the contents that were held within. He swung
open the double doors to reveal the toys and tools of erotic rapture and sensual
torture. My knees felt weak, my fear held at bay, but my excitement soared.
His hand reached in and selected a long, full, lush flogger. I shivered as I
heard the order to strip. The order had came out quickly and stern, I knew that
if I hesitated that I would feel the ends of that flogger sting instead of dance
a seductive dance over my skin. I reached my hands behind me to undo the
fasteners of the bra that had been holding my breasts as if they were on a
perch. Suddenly I felt more than naked before his watchful eye.
That first sting was a shock to my body. I had placed my hands over my breasts
protectively and lowered my eyes, I had broken his first order of the night, and
I had taken my eyes from his.
"Don't look away again my dear." was all he had to say. "I raised my eyes back
to his, my bottom lip trembled as I gasped almost silently an apology.
It took every ounce of strength I had to lower my hands from my breasts; my
nipples stood proud and erect making my arousal known. The hint of a smile
teased his sensual mouth. "Continue." was all he had to say.
I unfastened each of the garters and then the belt. I laid the belt and bra on
the edge of the bed. Standing now in just the stockings, shoes and panties, I
looked at him and asked, "May I please sit down to remove the stockings and
shoes Sir?" A slow nod of his head showed me I had his permission.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly removed the shoes and then ran my
fingers up and over my legs to remove the stockings, carefully so as not to snag
and slowly like he once described as being one of his favorite things to watch.
I remember how he told me how seductive he thought a woman looks as she sits
putting on or removing her stockings and she runs her fingertips smoothly over
her skin. I wanted so to please him, so I sat and played out what he had once
described in such vivid detail. When I finished I stood and was rewarded with
his soft smile of approval, it warms me through to know that such a simple
gesture can mean so much to him.
Standing before him, vulnerable and open, the faint lingering sting still felt
from his flogger. With his eyes moving over my body I suddenly felt more than
naked, I tried to fight the impulse that rose again to move my hands to hide
myself from view. Minutes seemed to slow down and I felt the heat rising up to
color my cheeks, I lowered my eyes.
The sharp crack and spreading sting of the flogger reminded me again that I was
not to look away from his gaze. I raised my eyes back up to meet his. I took a
deep staggered breath and let it out slow, the sudden tingle I felt deep from
the depths of my soul, the wetness between my legs appeared fast, the heat from
the sting spread out, I was rapidly approaching that weak kneed feeling, soon I
would crumple to the floor. Silent pleas filled my head, "Please, Master,
please.... don't make me stand here like this."
My mind raced with thoughts of scenes he had shared with me over the months of
talking and chatting long distance, any one act could not even match the
intensity of his stare or the difficulty in standing before him, locked in his
gaze and this awaiting silence. Nothing else could ever match how hard that
moment was.
The silence was deafening and made my ears ring with the thunderous roar my
racing heart caused. The warmth of the room took my breath, I began to tremble
as I felt walls tumbling, it was like he willed them down with just his stare.
My knees finally wobbled and I began to buckle as every emotion known to man
rushed thru my body.
"Good," His voice finally breaking the thick silence in the room. All sound
seemed to return, the crackling of the fire, my breathing, his, the muffled
sounds from outside. He began to walk towards me, he moved so smoothly, almost
like the fluid movements of an elegant dancer.... mmmmmmmmmm, yes, a dancer who
created my dreams. He wore a black shirt and black pants, the soft warm glow
from the fire made shadows dance around him, his face highlighted in the dim
light made him look almost angelic, like a gift from the heavens.
I no longer held the desire to look away, nor the will. My eyes locked to his as
he moved closer. My body started responding anew, my nipples hardening even
more, the moist flow seeping from my body, the scent filling the air, drifting
upward, I could smell my own arousal, the soft smile on his face told me he knew
my every thought.
As he stepped close, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, his
hands slowly lifted up and lightly rested against my back, gently cupping my
shoulder blades. I shivered as the tips of his fingernails lightly glided
downward to the small of my back. He leaned in as I tilted my face upward, our
heads slowly turned, both of us closed our eyes slowly, and then with a duel
soft sigh our lips parted and touched. The kiss of a lifetime, a kiss that holds
all hopes, all dreams, and even your very soul, it was the kiss of life.
Memories of our chats and talks flooded my mind as his hands tightened each
round orb of my behind. He let go and moved the feathery light touch back up my
spine, I shuddered again as I felt them tickle my neck. Our lips parted but I
didn't open my eyes, lost in the seductive feeling of his fingertips and the
lingering warmth of his mouth.
I felt him pull away, and I suddenly remembered that I had closed my eyes; I
opened them to see his gaze so close and still filled with that intensity they
held before. I knew what he was thinking, I started to try to apologize, but he
softly laid his finger against my lips, "Shhhhhhhhh . . . just this time My
treasure, but the next time...next time there will be punishment." I looked deep
into his eyes and knew he meant just what he said.
Once again I shivered as his fingertips moved to my neck again, trailing them
along the curve, his thumb extended on his left hand to brush along my jaw line
and came to a rest on my chin, his right hand continuing down to the top of my
breast.
My skin felt like fire and my chest almost heaved from the intensity of the
moment. He withdrew his touched and stepped back again, he searched my eyes and
smiled, he was pleased to see my reaction to his touch. He laid the flogger on
the bed and stepped closer to me, "Don't move." was all he said as he began to
kiss lightly over my shoulder towards my neck. I shuddered with the excitement
that rocked through me as his soft kisses gave way to small tiny nibbles along
my neck. His hands return to my arms as his mouth traveled down my shoulders to
my chest.
He moved his hands to my waist, his tongue began to make slow soft circles
around my breasts, moving closer and closer to my nipples, they were so hard,
they were straining to touch him, wanting and seeking his tongue, the warmth of
his mouth. Inside my mind I begged and pleaded to feel his lips wrap around them
and to feel that glorious tongue flick across them, but no matter how tight he
made the circles sliding around each nipple he held back that one feeling I
craved the most.
I couldn't believe how alive I felt, how sensitive every part of my body had
become. I ached to feel all of him; I needed him like I have never needed
anything or anybody before in my life. I could sense how wet I was, I wanted to
touch him, myself, to satiate this aching need emitting from the very depths of
my soul. He stopped before I could feel his tongue move across my hard nipples.
I nearly moaned aloud my disappointment. He stood straight, my breath heaved, my
eyes filled with lust, pleading, my scent drifting upwards, he could smell me,
smell the arousal he created with just his touch. He raised one eyebrow and
tilted his head, "Yes, My little one? You want something?" I slowly began to
speak in a hushed raspy whisper, "Please . . .?"
"Please, what, little one?"
"Please, Sir . . . please don't stop."
He smiled and lowered his head again and this time in one swift urgent move he
took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply. I gasped at the electric
feel his mouth had against my engorged throbbing nipple. I felt myself blush as
I realized how close to cumming I was, and he even hadn't touched my wet pussy
yet.
I wanted so much to bring my hands up, to touch him, to hold his head in my
hands, to pull him to me even closer. I didn't dare move, I didn't want to run
the risk of this feeling ending. He sucked harder and pulled away and let go, my
breast sprang back, the nipple harder still. To the other breast, the sudden
clamp of his mouth over the nipple, the slow deep torturous suckling, the tug
outward and again the sudden release. I moaned aloud and shook with that deep
aching need again.
He stopped as suddenly as he started. I gasped for breath. My chest was heaving,
all of my senses were on overload, I could feel the wet pool between my legs, my
clit was throbbing and on fire and my nipples were so hard and so incredibly
sensitive that I could feel the slightest breeze that the warm fire would allow.
My eyes had not left his. I watched as he winked and gave me a soft smile, he
turned around, and I stared almost disbelieving as he walked away, saying,
"Don't move."
he walked back to the open cabinet and pulled a drawer open, I watched
transfixed as he pulled the coiled white rope from inside. The short crop tossed
over to the blanket. His hand entered the upper part of the cabinet and
retrieved something I could not see before he turned and tucked into his back
pocket, all in one stealth movement.
I followed the rope as he tossed it onto the blanket he had laid down before,
that was when I noticed the layout of other things in the surrounding area of
the soft little nest he had built. I could see the heavy brass posts that came
up from the floor on either side of the fireplace at the edge of the stone
hearth. The small cozy nest he had built lay between that stone edge and the end
of the bed. He knelt down on his knees and held his hand out to me to come to
him.
With my eyes on his I steeped over to where he knelt. A gentle tug on my hand as
I reached out for him. I knelt down with him, his hands came around my back, one
more soft yet deep kiss as his hands met my waist and I felt the tug and pull as
he turned me and gently pushed me down onto the soft comforter.
I felt his lips along my spine, his fingertips trailing down my sides to my
hips. He pushed open his fingers as he laid the palms against my hips and once
again, turned me. He on his side and me laying face up, he looked over my body.
His hand was teasing me again, tickling upward from my belly button, between my
breasts and upward to my neck, out my shoulder and down my arm. Reaching my hand
he sat back and pulled it to where he wished it to lay. Within minutes he had
each arm stretched outward and each leg spread open. He picked up the rope and
moved back towards my hands.
The rope lay so close to my head that was perched on the pillows he had
provided, unfurling a piece that was maybe two feet long. My eyes watching him
as he reached around to whatever it was he had secreted away from my view
before. I gasped as I saw the blade glimmer in the firelight. He looped the rope
and slid the blade slowly through it and with a swift hard tug the knife sliced
through the silky fibers.
He repeated this 3 three more times as he tied each extremity, my right wrist
and ankle tied to the brass posts at each end of the stone hearth, my left wrist
and ankle to the legs of the bed. Now I lay there, spread wide open and
completely under his control.
He laid along side me again, his hands caressing and teasing, making me want to
squirm and beg. His lips kissing softly, my lips, my face, my neck, the tops of
my breasts. All the way down my body his fingertips teased and his lips felt hot
and sensual, I ached to feel them play with me, I wasn't to be disappointed. His
fingers spread apart the lips I had been dying for him to touch. Slowly and
tenderly he coaxed my clit from its hiding place, the tip was so sensitive and I
shook with anticipation as he lowered his face closer to the little throbbing
orb. Taking it between his lips, he flicked his tongue lightly over the tip, my
back arched as far as the ropes would allow, I moaned long and low, my orgasm
already so close to erupting.
He sucked harder and deeper as he plunged two fingers effortlessly inside of me.
I lost all reserve, my body stiffened and I screamed out as I flooded his mouth
and tongue. He slowed down and allowed me to settle back gently. He moved back
up my body and kissed my trembling lips, I could taste myself still warm on his
mouth. His fingers now out of me and stroking slowly and tenderly, his lips
moved near my ear and he whispered soothingly, "Good girl. Now I'm going to
untie you and I want you to roll over for me and stretch your arms and those
pretty little legs back to the same position."
It only took a few minutes to feel the tight rope give and all my extremities
were released. One more kiss as he told me to roll over for him. I stiffened as
I heard the words, "roll over", an old fear suddenly surfaced and I hesitated.
"Treasure!" he said sharply bringing me back into focus. Then his voice softened
as he peered into my eyes, "What's wrong? Why are you hesitating?"
I bit my bottom lip but didn't dare look away, even though I didn't want to see
what he saw when he looked upon the shame I felt in doubting him. I softly
apologized and began to turn. I heard him inhale deeply and let it out slowly,
as he set out to retie each precious and loving restraint. Bound and spread
eagle again I felt his fingertips return along my back. "Thank you for the
apology my love, but your small hesitation will be dealt with." I nodded, it was
only fair, I had been told what to do and I didn't carry the directive out in a
timely fashion. I moaned softly as his fingertips so feathery soft teased along
my spine and down to the round globes of my ass. My body jerked in stunned
surprise when he raised his hand and firmly planted a bare handed swat to the
left cheek of my rear.
Several times he raised his hand to deliver more swats, alternating from cheek
to cheek. He made a small pause between each swat, allowing the heat from the
well-placed smacks to spread as the sting radiated outward and inward, going
deeper with each new swat. Five swats to each bare cheek, then the heat set in
and my tears give way to soft moans.
His hands rubbed and kneaded the flaming red ass that lay before him, each hand
moving them back and forth, his thumbs just inside the crack separating each
cheek. I moaned again lost in the feeling of him. My mind calmed by his control
of the situation and me. The old fear was not even a thought anymore, as he bent
down and I felt the warmth of his tongue slowly brushing back and forth and then
circling the tight little opening where no one had ever been before.
He moved his tongue up and down between the crack of my ass, playfully licking
all around me, and then back up over my spin, and to my neck. He whispered
closely to get ready to finally learn what it meant to surrender.
I was so relaxed and comfortable that I didn't notice when he moved away, but I
knew it when he returned. He had picked the flogger back up off the bed and now
trailed it over the backs of my legs and back. Back and forth he swept the ends
of the flogger, it felt soft and set in motion a new excitement waiting for the
thud I knew without a doubt would soon follow. When he first lifted to flick the
ends against my skin I braced myself for a hard thud and sting, but it didn't
come. He lightly flicked it over my body making me tingle.
After several minutes he increased the power he used to strike and now each time
it came into contact with me it was growing harder and harder, the sting and
thud grew and spread thru my body, the heat I could feel rising to the surface.
Finally he had gotten to a point where he became consistent with each strike, it
made my body jerk each time the ends landed so perfectly against my legs and
ass, I screamed the few times he aimed it between my opened legs. I began to
shake and cry, tears falling over my cheeks as the heat in my skin grew in
intensity.
My tears gave way to sobs when he laid the flogger aside. His hands returned to
kneading my skin, it tingled as he glided them over my hot skin. His voice was
soothing to me as he whispered how proud he was of me and how much he loved me,
how sweet I looked as I learn the lesson of surrendering.
I laid my head down against the pillow and breathed deeply and slowly to settle
myself down. I wasn't even aware that he had untied me again till he drew me up
into his arms and rocked me back and forth.
The ropes were gone and I clung to him tightly. I never wanted to leave his
arms; I never wanted to stop feeling those tender kisses he sweetly placed all
around my face. His hands never stopped moving, fingertips again, so feathery
soft, trailing over my breasts, my arms, my belly and down between my legs.
Instinctively I opened them for him, his fingers tenderly stroked my clit till
he heard me moan, he slowed down even more but increased the pressure just
slightly, "My sweet treasure, are you ready to surrender that last wall for me?"
I moaned again and begged him to help me tear it down.
Slowly he laid me back against the pillow on the floor, his hands on my knees
pushing my legs up, he told me to hold them up for him. My arms he lifted above
my head and held them in place with one strong hand. I could feel the fingers on
his other hand stroking and caressing. One finger entered me, moving it in and
out, the wetness making it so easy. Drawing out the wetness he moved his finger
down to my ass, painting the tight little hole like a skilled artist with my own
juices. I held my breath till I couldn't any longer and gasped to refill my
lungs; I trembled, as I feared the entry, but trusted him to take me to this new
place.
His hand left for just a brief moment and I felt the cool application of the
lube. His face so close to mine, he whispered for me to keep my eyes on him and
to take a deep breath.
"Watch my eyes, my little love. That's it. Relax for me. Breathe deep and slow."
I felt the pressure against the tight opening. He slowly worked his finger in;
he held it for a minute till I relaxed, and then back out. Over and over again,
moving so slow, so tender. I relaxed and began to enjoy the feel. The last wall
was coming down, his voice leading me, and soothing me, his hand firmly still
holding mine in place. Soon I couldn't help but move my hips to meet his
methodical stroking.
Deeper and deeper his finger went, as he prepared to add a second finger his
voice again reminding me to watch his eyes, to breathe deep for him. I felt
myself stretch as the second finger joined the first. The muscles tightened and
my hips were trusting upward as I moaned aloud, "Shhhhhhhhh... relax, baby, just
watch my eyes, deep breath just like before." I tried to slow my breathing and
drift on his voice and the erotic feel of this new adventure.
The muscles relaxed and I was once again losing myself to the sensual feel of
him. He moved so slowly and so tenderly, but then the fingers were gone. I
watched the look on his face as he moved his body between my legs. More lube as
he placed the head of his cock at the opening. My breathing quickened, I was
scared, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, watch my eyes, love, deep breaths...that's it
sweety, that's it." I felt the pressure, so intense as he slowly pushed into me.
His hand still holding my hands above my head he entered slowly, stroking back
and forth. His index finger and thumb on his right hand playing with my pussy
and clit. He was halfway in when he stopped and held still till I relaxed for
him to move deeper.
My eyes never left his as he worked so patiently and deeper into me, it felt
tight, but he was so careful not to hurt me or rush me. After a few minutes he
told me to spread my legs wide for him, he went deeper and his fingers worked in
and out of my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. With his other
hand he picked up the short crop, my heart pounded, he had let go of my hands, I
moved them down instinctively and spread the lips of my wet pussy apart,
stretching around the clit making it stand proudly for him. I pleaded with my
eyes, yes, please; I want to feel that sting.
He held it poised, the sight of it excited me, the tight feel in my ass, the
growing orgasm that neared, please, please let me feel that crop. My eyes
watching his, the twinkle that made them dance in the firelight, he brought it
down, not too hard, oh that glorious sting, my hips trust upward taking him so
deep into my ass, his fingers trusting harder in and out of my clenching pussy,
the light stings of the crop, his cock so hard and growing harder with his own
pending climax, more stings. My back arching as I feel his cum filling me, I
screamed as my body gave way, cumming together. The crop thrown to the side, he
slumped over me holding himself deep inside, his hands slid under me and wrapped
back around my shoulders, pulling me to him, our bodies tight against each
other, my mind goes to that higher plane as I fly for him.
Holding me close, we lay in front of the fire, my mind and body calm in its
flight, his hands and kisses so tender and loving. The soothing voice in my ear,
"My lovely little love.... we tear down walls so beautifully together."
Written by Liana
