The velvet cuffs keep me taught to the bed, trapped in luxurious bondage that leaves me spread wide open. Every inch of my body is exposed, vulnerable to your intense gaze. You watch me from the corner of the room, a wry smile flitting across your face. From my vantage point, I cannot make out the item in your hands.
Whilst the logical part of my brain implores me to struggle, to fight against you, the deep, devilish side of me - the one that I have attempted to repress and restrain - begs for more. I have never wanted anything as much as you.
As you saunter towards me, you tuck the item into your back pocket. Clothes, you assured me as you stripped me of mine, were a privilege that I had not yet earned. At the foot of the bed, you assess me, monitoring my breathing, checking my face for any hint of hesitation.
'Please daddy,' I moan, my desperate breath catching in my throat.
Your body envelops mine. The cotton of your shirt rubs against my nipples, which harden, beg for further attention. You kiss me deeply, your body melting into mine. My eyes drift shut. As they do so, you pull the item from your pocket and tie the blindfold across my face.
Deprived of sight, I hear you stand and open a drawer. Unable to ascertain what item you have reached for, I bite my lip, overcome with anticipation.
A feather-like softness runs along my body - the telltale trailing of our flogger. I love the flogger. I hate the flogger.
The dichotomy is tantalizing.
You run the threads along my stomach. The leather kisses my skin. It is too pleasurable to bear.
Thwack. You strike my left tit.
My back arches in agony. A low moan escapes my throat. Ecstasy tears through my body.
Again, you slide the exquisite item along my body, stroking along my legs. You stroke a fire across my thighs, exploring upwards, towards my dripping pussy which burns and aches with want.
The flogger strikes across my clit. The force almost brings me to climax. My scream reverberates through the room.
The sound catalyzes a fury in you. Ever the hedonist, you are finely attuned to the whims of my body and know how to play with the balance of pain and pleasure necessary to facilitate an orgasm. With quick succession, the flogger flies against my flesh. My legs, my stomach, my breasts. The tails kiss my skin, painting me with pleasurable pain.