Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Secured on each point of the X was a buckle. I wrapped both of his wrists and ankles in the straps and made sure they were secure by giving them a tug. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I made my way back to the toy cabinet, and my mouth watered as I lifted a flogger from the shelf. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and tested its heft; the weight was perfect in my palm.
I strummed my fingers through the black leather strips, imagining how beautiful they’d look against my boy’s skin. So what was I waiting for?
*****
Anderson
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and anticipation surged through my veins as I waited for Master to return. When I heard his footsteps approaching, I swallowed hard, loving the burn he’d left in my throat.
I jerked when Master’s fingers brushed against my back; I was expecting a heavy sting, not the gentle caress. A laugh rumbled from behind me and he said, “Not yet, boy. Before we begin, you’re going to tell me your safe word.”
I’d recited it a hundred times. He knew it by heart, but he always asked for the word to remind me that I could use it. If my boundaries were ever crossed, one simple word shut everything down.
“Pineapple.” I’d chosen it out of thin air one day, but it was easy to remember and unmistakable when spoken.
“Good boy.” He rewarded me by touching the tails of the whip against my shoulder and grazing them along my skin. I shuddered at the thought of the damage they could do, but I trusted my Master’s hand.
The cool leather disappeared, but returned a moment later with a gentle thud on my opposite shoulder. “This is a special night for my special boy,” Master said before giving me another thump, this one on my spine and a little harder, but not enough to hurt. He was letting me adjust to the feeling.
Master tapped me several more times, traveling up and down my back…until everything stopped. I knew what was coming. I clenched my eyes shut and flared my nostrils as I breathed deeply in preparation.
The slap echoed around the room as the leather cracked against my shoulder, and was followed by my cry of surprise and pleasure.
“How did that feel?” Master asked, and I heard the note of concern in his voice.
“Incredible,” I replied breathily.
I thought he would speak again, but his only response was another whip. This time, the tails of the flogger wrapped around my side, stinging in between my rib bones. I cried out again, but this time, Master didn’t question me; he knew the sound of my ecstasy.
I grunted through my teeth as the leather curled around my flank; the initial sting quickly dissolving into a warm and pleasant tingle. Master alternated sides as he whipped me, equally dispersing the pain.
But it didn’t last long. As soon as the leather bit into my skin, my blood rushed to the surface and warmed me like my favorite blanket. It was inviting and soothing; it felt like Heaven.
And suddenly I was there, floating between Earth and the great beyond, tethered to the ground only by my Master’s words of praise. He told me how beautiful I looked with his stripes, and how perfect I was. Nirvana crawled over my skin and claimed my spirit.
It wanted my body too; I was drawn back to Earth by the throb in my groin. My cock drooled and ached, desperate for release. Everything was too good; too powerful. If I didn’t have an orgasm soon, my whole body risked bursting. I couldn’t contain the bliss.
As if Master heard my thoughts, he growled in my ear, “Don’t you dare come without permission.” That only made me need it more.
“Please, Master!” I cried, not too proud to beg. He struck me again, this time the whip wrapping around and flicking my nipple. My knees buckled, but I was thankfully held up by the cross. My voice was raw and ragged when I begged again, “Please!”
Master wrapped his hand around to my front, pushing my jock to the side. His fingers cupped my cock and I stuttered, “Th-thank y-you,” unable to control my trembling lips.
But he answered with, “Not yet,” and his hand disappeared.
I groaned in protest, and received another wrapping shot to the nipple. I gave up any fight or control, relaxing my body and tipping my head back onto my shoulders.
“There you go,” Master purred. “All mine.”
He spread apart my ass cheeks and when I felt his slick tip touch my hole, I realized that he’d used my copious pre-cum to lube himself up. The filthy action nearly made me shoot, but I reined it in by biting my lower lip.
Master wasn’t letting me get used to anything else. He thrust himself inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and drawing out my mangled cry. My entire body was on fire, burning only for him.