She was wearing nothing but a collar and a leash, having been directed to the room by a female she’d met there a few times. The BDSM club had many who worked specifically with prepping the subs for the Masters and Mistresses. There was a sort of anticipation as she waited for her, an anticipation that seemed to thrum through her. She sat on her knees, her bottom rested on her heels. Her hands were palm down flat on her thighs, back straight, chin up, but eyes lowered. She knew better than to meet her Mistress’s gaze unless she was told to. There was a patience in her as she waited for her. As a sub there was no impatience, she would wait forever for her Mistress. Finally there was a sharp click clack of her heels outside the door. The door opened to a mixture of her scent and floral perfume. It wafted through the room in that way it did when it was put on right. Put too much on and it just drowned people, put it on right and it would seem to almost follow you. To almost linger where you had been.
Her Mistress stopped before her. How did she know without looking up to see her? The toes of those lovely thigh high leather boots were facing her. She knew Mistress was watching her. Knew it surely before that soft raspy voice came to her. “You’ve been waiting patiently my dear?” It was poised as a question. “Yes, Mistress.” A smile graced her face, one the girl could hear on her silky voice. “Good, very good. You will be rewarded my dear.” She said moving forward. She stopped just before her girl. She was lovely with her long raven hair and light eyes. A lovely girl. A slender hand was placed just under her chin causing the girl’s light eyes to meet her dark ones. “Come my dear.” She said taking hold of the leash and leading her. A soft ‘Yes, Mistress’ came out past full lips as she moved forward on hands and knees. The room they had today had a large pillar in the middle of the room with a wooden platform before it. The platform was only about knee height, enough to keep the girl slightly off balance. It was going to be perfect for what they would be doing.
She was stopped just before the platform. She sat as she had before waiting for what Mistress would do next. A black silk blindfold was placed over her eyes. She didn’t protest what Mistress had done. She would do anything happily but for a few limitations they’d already talked about. Mistress helped her to the platform instructing her to sit on the edge and helping her get situated then she was leaned back. She waited. First a rope was placed around her neck, again she trusted her Mistress, trusted that she would keep her safe. There was no fear but for anticipation. Or maybe that was part of it, that adrenaline, not knowing what was to come. The sweet feeling of the rope around her neck almost cause her to purr. But she waited letting her Mistress mold her body to what she needed it to be. More ropes were added, first to tie off her wrists, than worked up her arms to tie her breasts. Her ankles were spread and tied off as well.
Mistress knew that asphyxiation and rope bondage was her girl’s favorite things. There were others she liked but she liked those as well. Though the quickest way to her subspace, rope bondage and whips and floggers. She loved them. Mistress was gone for only a bit, the girl’s senses being heightened having lost one sensory she was able to focus hard on her scent and the sound of her heels on the hard floor. She was and something was draped over her stomach. It was run back and forth over her soft skin. The feel of it was soft almost silky. She tried to think of what it could be as Mistress ran it over each of her breasts. Her breathing was coming quicker. The anticipation mixing with adrenaline, she’d slid down on the platform causing the rope to dig into her neck just so. That spiked more, the pain of it cause pleasure to be added to the mix.
Mistress brought whipped the flogger through the air and brought it down in a smooth flick of her wrist. The sound it cause from her girl was one that she couldn’t help but smile at. “Do you like this My Dear?” She asked bringing it down again being sure to alternate where she hit and sometimes even hitting one spot twice. The girl’s voice came breathless. “Yes, Mistress.” More blows came and not just to her stomache, to her thighs and her breasts as well. The flogger whip was alternated for a paddle. Each breast was hit with smooth sharp strokes. The pain of each strike caused her back to arch and the rope to dig into her neck with each arch of her back. She trusted her Mistress, knew that under her care nothing would happen to her. She was entering that state where none of that mattered. She would willingly do anything her Mistress asked. Subspace was something she enjoyed feeling. There was this almost euphoric feeling to it. While there was pain of each strike it felt almost heightened with the blindfold. It was something she had never felt before.
The next strike that came down felt different, riding crops had a certain feel to them. Almost like a real whip and yet, different. There was an almost after effect that it landed you with, a sting that didn’t quite give up. Each breast was hit the same amount of times alternating between the two. That euphoric feeling was building and building. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Between the cut of the ropes are her neck and the lashes from the riding crop she found it. Just as she was about to explode there was a combination of the riding crop and her Mistress’s finger finding her waiting center. Moments before she came the paddle was back this time quick strikes to her pussy. A finger for a little bit and then the paddle. The paddle continued as Mistress purred. “That’s right my dear, go ahead.” She had her permission. She didn’t need the physical touch of her Mistress’s finger. All she really needed was the sharp pain of the flogger and the cutting of the rope. But she had been a good girl. She saw stars as her orgasm exploded her and almost immediately after the rope was released from her neck to prevent her to pass out. A languid smile crossed her lips as her Mistress unbound her, helped her to stand and directed her to the pillows in the corner. She lay on her Mistress’s stomach while her Mistress ran her fingers through the girls hair. “Thank you Mistress.” Her Mistress smiled. “No, thank you My Dear sweet girl.”
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