Unexpectedly, his hands grabbed my hair and my head. I fully expected him to slam my face down. Instead he pulled my face off his groin, slipped his body off the edge of the bed, pulled my head backwards and kissed me. Hard.
His lips were dry from the ragged breaths I’d made him breathe. I grabbed his head and pulled him more fully onto my lips. My tongue reached out to find his tongue and I violated his mouth in a frenzied flurry of kisses. For long moments our tongues dueled with each other – our heads twisting this way and that.
Without warning, Mike pulled away, grabbed me by the waist, turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed on which he had just been sitting.
“Pillow,” he ordered. “Under your ass.”
I moved so quickly the color of the pillow case blurred as it whooshed past my face and I secured it beneath my bottom.
“Oh, god!” I blurted out when he grabbed the tiny bikini panties I wore and ripped one side and then the other and tossed them over his shoulder.
I watched as he began taking off his slacks and underwear. I saw the wet spot I’d left on his pant leg and started to blush.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded me but in a voice so soft I barely heard it over the speaker's new choice of song.
“Yes, sir,” I said and did as told.
I waited for his touch, his kiss, the sound of his voice. I didn’t hear anything and I wanted to peek SO badly. But, I didn’t.
Finally, to my left, I heard the familiar sound of one of our suitcases being unzipped. It was our Playcase. I knew because the zipper pull I put on it has a tiny cowbell and I heard it tinkle. Immediately, heat rushed over my body. I was never allowed to pack our Playcase so I never knew what delightfully naughty things were going to be in it.
I waited, my ass propped up on a pillow, my thighs parted slightly and the chill on my skin gone – forced away because of my excitement. My man… No… my Dom… was rummaging through the keeper of our dark secrets and, as he did so, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to experience.
Just the thought of what I was going to be allowed to feel made me tingle with excitement and I began remembering the first time I had truly given myself to him as his submissive.
It had just been within the past month that I’d expressed true interest in submitting to Mike, at least sexually. Since then I’d been introduced to being spanked across his knees – something I would have never done with any of my other lovers. I would have considered having them handle me in that way as degrading. Not so with Mike. But, he expressed his desire to spank me one evening and I surprised myself by lowering my panties and bending over his thighs like I’d seen in a 1939 movie, Stronger Than Desire.
Come to think of it, he was also the first man I’d ever allowed to put a blindfold on me – and he spanked me that time too. Now the thought of his hands smacking my ass made my pussy tingle.
But, not every time started or ended in spanking (of course there’d only been four times up until tonight). One time, just last week, Mike had asked me to wear finger cuffs. I’d never heard of them but I was willing to try.
We’d just gotten back from a nice dinner and he walked me into his bedroom. Not even allowing me to change he had me lay down and put my hands around one of the posts on his bed. Then a pair of long, flexible, cylinder ‘traps’ were placed on each of my fingers and my thumbs. Mike told me that if I could escape them in fifteen minutes he’d give me an extra special surprise.
Getting out of the finger cuffs was going to be a breeze, I thought. But every single time I pulled on them they became tighter. Plus, since all my fingers were trapped I couldn’t really use them for leverage.
About five minutes into struggling I thought I’d figured out a way to get out of them but, then, Mike produced a huge hunting knife from our Playcase and proceeded to cut my clothes off.
I mean… he cut ALL my clothes off – from my blouse and bra to my skirt and panties and even the straps of my shoes.
Each time one piece of my clothes was laid bare he’d drag the blade over my skin until he reached the next piece. At first, I almost started crying because I just knew he was going to accidentally cut me. But, after my bra came off and my nipples were traced with the blade (and I didn’t see any blood or feel any pain) it started tickling. Soon enough I relaxed and I couldn’t stop laughing. Then…
SMACK!!!
My daydreaming instantly stopped and my full attention was focused back in the present.
My eyes popped open just after several ‘somethings’ smacked my breasts. The smack was followed immediately by cold liquid – which splattered on my tits, my arms and the side of my face.
“No… no,” Mike cautioned and, having anticipated my action, pressed his hand over my eyes momentarily before leaving them to me to keep closed. “No peeking!”
Even though the tempo soon became rhythmic, I couldn’t tell what it he was hitting my body with. The cold liquid, which I realized was just water after a
