Ask...and ye shall receive

Last night, we had no little visitors, but Boy didn't take a nap, which made the evening exceptionally challenging anyway. When he was finally ready for bed at an early 8:30, Beloved and I were edgy and grumpy. While I nursed and put boy down for the night, Beloved sat down to try out FlatOut, a video game we picked up for Father's Day. I came down and checked in, and when nothing was required of me, I asked if I could log into the computer.

For the next two hours, I chatted, he played, and we listened to Halder's DJing on Dark Temptations. That was fun because he was also online, so I got a bunch of requests played, teased and joked about comments made on the air, and generally enjoyed the evening. I also chatted with a few others about sex and kink, and by the end of the evening, I was pretty hot. I wanted SOMEONE to take me upstairs, give me a good spanking, cuff me to the bed, "force" me to accept oral for a while...maybe adding a vibrator to that making me good and hot, lube up a butt plug, and then fuck me senseless.

Beloved leaned back in his chair and teased me about trying to convince him to play. It was late (for us) and I rather assumed I was SOL, so I shook my head. At that, he teased me more, saying I was playing hard to get. I still didn't believe he wanted to play. I went and finished picking up the kitchen and asked Beloved to bring down laundry. Handing me the armload, he told me that if I wanted that spanking, I'd best be in the bedroom in two minutes.

I (shamefully) groaned at the time-limit, knowing there was stuff in both washer and dryer that needed to be dealt with before I put the dirty clothes in, but I rushed and was upstairs before the two minutes were up. THAT, of course, brought more teasing. At last, he seized me and whispered into my ear.

"You will be beaten for My pleasure tonight."

I shivered. Yes, I really had wanted a light, playful spanking and sex before bed, but this...this was promising to be something else entirely and I wasn't so sure I wanted it. The cliche careful what you ask for rang in my mind as I stripped and Beloved pointed at the bed where he was laying out toys. I looked at him, unsure.
"I don't know how you want me..."
"Bend over. I'll worry about how I want you."

He strung a rope across the headboard and cuffed me to that, making me balance on my tiptoes. Then he ran chains under the foot of the bed, cuffing me to those. Effectively, I could move about two inches total. Grabbing my hair, he blindfolded me.


I struggled a bit...testing the bonds (which were tight), trying to find a balance that wouldn't hurt my knees, and trying to get a stray hair out from the blindfold. I accomplished very little, and finally pressed my face into my arm, settled down, and waited. Beloved came back in after a little while.

"Are you ready for me, pet?"
"Yes Master, I am ready for you."

There are comforts in this ritual that I can't begin to explain. Maybe you know.

Beloved first teased me with an artist's brush, painting my pussy and ass. Then he ran his hand all across my backside, warming the skin. Finally, the spankings began, and I knew I was in trouble. He alternated between hand, fist, and fingers, between lasting swats and staccato blows, between making me moan and making me scream. Then he began spanking my pussy, and I could feel my face redden with embarrassment. Worse still was when he stopped and toyed with my clit, finding my pussy flowered and wet and warm.

The flogger came next. Beloved maintained contact with me, his foot touching mine, as he worked. All across my back, up on my shoulders and neck, down on my thighs. He rained hard blows down over my skin, forcing cries and pleas from me. I'm not sure if the Koncis spatula came into play or not, but he did lean over me to tell me it was time for our new toy.

I didn't know what it was, all I knew was I'd had enough. This wasn't what I had wanted at all! The first blow with the new "toy" made me scream. A cane? Where did he get a cane from? It stung, burned, and raised welts. It fell again, and again and again. My shoulders ached from the stretch, my knees were pressed hard into the footboard, I couldn't find my balance...but the cane fell again, across my tailbone. I screamed, thrashing, panicking. I couldn't do this! No no no no no no no no!!!

"Settle down, pet. You will take one more. You will submit to me."
His words penetrated my mind, and I sobbed. My nose was plugged with snot and the blindfold was sodden. I pulled at the bonds and begged to be all done. Beloved is really a gentle Master, and he held tissue for me to blow my nose, allowing me to breathe. But he is still Master.

"Here is the test, pet. You want to be done, I wish to continue. If you ask me 'Please no more, Master,' we will stop. If you want to please me, you will ask me for one more."

Helplessness filled me. I wanted...what? I sobbed more, my nose filling. How could I have asked for this? How could he have so misinterpreted my request? My safeword floated to mind, and I shoved it away forcefully. I wasn't in trouble...I was just hurting and I didn't want to wimp out. I wanted to blow my nose. The things that become essential in moments like that are ridiculous. Could I work that into the deal? First, or second? Second, I figured. I'd beg nicely. At last, I found my voice.

"Please, Master, one more..."

His breath exploded in a glad sigh. I knew then that it was more than just the cane. It was the collar, the slave, the relationship that had been in question. I was grateful my nose was the second part...but it was hard on the first, so I didn't stop.

"...and please could I blow my nose?" It sounded pathetic in my ears, but I was desperate. I could take it if I could just blow my nose. He held the tissue for me. I pulled on the rope. "Please, can I blow my nose?" It wasn't a whine, but my voice was shaky and begging.

Beloved released one wrist. The other slackened a little, but I didn't give into temptation to move that arm. I blew my nose, and relished the pleasure of air in my nasal passages. I blew, wiped, and blew again, relieved. I was okay! The break was seconds long, and I volunteered my wrist back for bonds.

"Now, pet. Ask me again."

Somehow I managed not to shudder. I swallowed, breathed, and complied.
"Master, would you please spank your pet for your pleasure?"

"Good girl!"

His hand carressed my ass, and for a moment I dared to believe it was all a mind-fuck, that I wasn't really going to get another hit with the dreadful...whatever!

CRACK! I screamed, thrashed, cried. I tore at the bedsheets with my teeth, dimly aware that I really didn't want to ruin this set... Beloved gently trailed cold chain across my back. I screamed again. "No no no no no no no no no! Please NO. Please...I'm scared...I don't want to be, but I'm scared!"

"I know...I know. Settle down, pet." His words were measured, forceful, and distant in a way. I wonder what goes on in his head when the sessions get to this point. How hard is it? "Submit to me."

My body lay quiet, even as my mind raced. Chains? I shuddered at the cold and my safeword taunted me. I screamed in my own head, please stop, please don't make me safeword out, I don't want to safeword out, please please please stop...

But the chain landed. Heavy, cold, careful. Ironic how the steel carried the weight of Beloved's heart as well as his hand, how much I could sense his control. It hurt less than the caning, but it was still scary pain. How many times, I can't tell you.

He tried the duster, but decided that wasn't satisfactory and returned to his hand. Spanking hard, he caught my thighs, the welts. My back he slapped hard enough for me to lose my breath twice. Then he told me to spread my legs, and he spanked my pussy. He teased my clit and reached inside, making me fully aware of my body's pleasure despite my mind's protests. "I loved how wet your pussy is...how it talks to me." He twisted my labia, pinched, explored. I wanted to wither away and hide, but I was bound fast. Then he spread my ass and spanked the tender, unexposed flesh, making me cry harder. "I can't wait to play with your ass."

My head shot up. "No no no no no no no...!"

"Oh, yes, pet. I will play with your ass. Just not now."

With a final swat, he withdrew and then I screamed again as he poured the warm massage oil all over my tender skin. The heat is always intensely painful, but as Beloved spreads it and works it into the skin, the relief and relaxation that it brings is incredible. At last, he released me, and I slowly pulled my body upright. It had been more than an hour, and the joints ached. I clung to Beloved for several long minutes, loving him, needing him more than I can say.

"Why?" I asked. "Why so brutal?"

He smiled at me. "Because the last couple, like your birthday, you made comments about wanting more. Because you asked."

It took minutes to put the toys away and climb into bed. The "cane" turned out to be a plastic hanger. Be warned! At last, I pressed myself into the crook of his arm, warm, aching, honored, cherished, and loved.