Smack. Smack. Smack.
The pain and the heat was getting more intense. It was delicious.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Yellow,” I said.
The smacking immediately stopped, and I felt a warm, wet sensation on the spot. My Sir was licking it, coating his saliva on me like a salve.
Then there was an icy sensation. He must have been blowing on the wet spot, sending shivering waves of pleasure through my body.
The sensation of that hot spot being cooled was nothing short of divine.
The cold was replaced with a warm, caring touch as he caressed the globe of my ass gently with his hand.
“You’re a good boy. Such a good boy for using that safe word…”
Then I felt a bristling sensation as he pressed his lips forward and kissed the spot.
It made me feel cherished; worshipped.
It made me feel invincible.
“Green,” I said.
Almost immediately, I felt the kiss of the toy on that same spot on my ass.
Now the pain felt different — more pleasurable. It was like he was tenderizing my ass, and as the meat got more beat up, the more pleasure it caused me.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The pain bit me, but right after the initial shock, there was a rush of pleasure.
I bit my lip, and tears began to bead at the corners of my eyes. I began to cry out as the lashes increased in intensity.
“Ow, Ow!” I cried.
My Sir didn’t hesitate. I could tell that the display of my pain was turning him on.
Even though my body was reacting in this way, I still had a clear head. I still had all three of my safe words to use at my disposal without limits. I could say green, yellow, or red any time I wanted and as many times as I wanted.
In that way, I was the one in control. I was the one with the ultimate power, and those three words were all I had to remember. It was the only thing I had to keep track of.
“Oh-ho-ho, it hurts!” I whined.
Still, the bite of the toy whipped on that one tenderized spot on my ass.
It must have been shining red at this point.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tears were streaming down my face and I was pressing my fingertips into the floor, loving being able to take all of this pain.
It was a strange thing, the way pain had this effect on me. Every blow was like a sharp sting of hurt, followed by a long tail of pleasure. It was a type of pleasure that I couldn’t get from regular sex; it was the type of pleasure that made its home inside of relief.
The smacking ceased, and my Sir began to tap the spot quickly and gently with a staccato rhythm.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
The sensation it caused was completely different. This was more like teasing, but converted into touch instead of words.
There was an ache in my knees from kneeling on the floor too long, a pain I was only now beginning to notice. And the more I noticed it, the more it ached.
That wasn’t a good pain — it made me uncomfortable.
“Red,” I uttered.
The tapping immediately stopped.
After a few breaths, I heard my Sir say firmly, “Attention.”
The command reverberated through my body, and I rose to my feet without thinking.
Like my Sir had taught me, I was standing tall with my back straight, my eyes forward, and hands at my sides. My feet were shoulder-width apart.
My Sir was walking — no, prowling around me, examining my body. I didn’t know when he’d had time to change into one of his leather studded Dom outfits, but he was wearing it with pride.
His chest was bare, so I could see his rippling abs cascading down his body. Around both of his thick biceps were straps of leather with shining silver studs. His lower half was in leather pants, the ones with velcro that I knew could be torn off at any second. Black suspenders — also studded — sprouted from his belt loops and wrapped over his shoulders. His hands were in black leather gloves, and one of them was still wrapped around the riding crop.
And to top it all off, he was wearing his officer hat.
Sexiest cop ever, I thought to myself, feeling my knees weaken.
There was a profound confidence coming off of him, as if the air around his skin was shimmering with invisible letters that said, “I’m not fucking around.”
I felt in awe of him, a profound respect for him, and a little scared of him all at the same time.
It was a combination that aroused me to no end.
“You did very well, boy,” he said, rushing in and planting a swift kiss on my lips. “You said red at the right time.”
He kissed me again, long and sensual.
Instinctually, I wanted to raise my hands and play in his hair, lose myself in a passionate make-out session, but I was in the Sub-Zone.
And in the Sub-Zone, there is only one rule to follow: Obey.
Standing naked before my Sir, I was reduced to a thing. All I had to do was to follow simple instructions and not think about anything else.
It was relaxing in its simplicity.
I watched his dark gaze move up and down my body, then lingered on my knees. Behind his eyes, I could see him put it together.
“Come with me, boy,” he said, gesturing to me and taking a few steps towards the bed. “Come on. Faster.”
I followed him, my naked body longing for his touch.
“On the bed,” he commanded, pointing to the bed.
I quickly scrambled onto the pristine sheets.
“Kneel.”
Following his command, I kneeled into child’s pose again. My knees pressed into the soft mattress, almost sighing with relief.
Once I was comfortable, I said, “Green.”
I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel the mattress shift as he climbed onto the bed behind me.
The warm leather on his crotch pressed against my ass, and I felt desire pulse to my cock. It twitched to life, hardening with every heartbeat.
My Sir swept the palms of his hands over my ass cheeks in smooth, gentle
