She Said...

She sent the text message from the taxi cab " ten minutes until my arrival cunt make sure everything is prepared"

 " Yes Mistress" was the rapid reply.

Most people would think they were nuts meeting this way. They had never set eyes on each other in real life, not even cammed one to one before and now well now....

The back door of his house was unlocked as instructed. She gently pushed it open and with a rush of adrenaline confidently walked into the game.

She quickly scanned her new surroundings and entered a small room to the right. Smiling, she noted the crystal wine glass, chilled bottle of rose wine and array of milk chocolates presented preciously as she had instructed for her arrival.

He had sent her photographs of his home's interior so she knew he was waiting in the room opposite.  As she smoked a cigarette and sipped her wine, she imagined how he must feel, - nervous, apprehensive, horny and most probably terrified.. He would know she was here now. He would have heard her heels tapping on the tiled floor..

Time to up the game.

She stood in the doorway and glanced around the room. He was displayed as instructed. Hooded, gagged, naked, bent over the dining table with shackled ankles and cuffs. The sense of power was intoxicating and all her senses heightened as she began walking around him.

She would not touch him yet she would just make him very aware of her presence.

Walking around him she stopped at each table picking up an occasional cane or flogger to examine. Each step echoed by the tapping of her heels.

She left him alone again and sipped some more wine. The drama of it all made her feel that she was watching herself from above. it was almost an out of body experience, everything felt so much sharper than when she had played before. She felt invincible with the power of his submission.

Walking back into the room she picked up a  leather paddle and placed it gently across his right buttock. She heard his intake of breath, paused slightly then paddled both arse cheeks until they glowed  red.

She  threw the paddle down on the table close to his head and walked back out.

After a leisurely cigarette she strode back in.

Not one word had been spoken yet and as  she rubbed her hands accross his arse cheeks he trembled slightly.

It was time to up the game.

The cane was first, ten strong strokes on each arse cheek, The birch which soon became her favourite was next and she delighted in its sound as it swished through the air before impact. The martinet was exquisite as it marked its target and the glass cane tore the screams from his throat. In the next hour , the sjambok, the various canes, the leather floggers all played their part in his demise. His tears were rather fucking delightful.

Roughly she grabbed the back of his hood and pulled his face towards hers and broke the silence of the last two hours " Hello cunt. nice to meet you ". She kissed him, pushed his face back down and walked out..

Watching from the doorway she saw him tremble and shake.

She approached him and placed her hand over his, His shaking intensified, She needed to take the cunt down from his position.

Kneeling in front of her still hooded, she asked him if wished to continue. He  quietly replied yes. She slapped him hard  full force across the face. "yes what !" she demanded.

Immediately shocked by the contact of her slap and the sheer sensory overload of the past hours he crumbled.. Overwhelmed his whole body shook.

She grabbed him by the collar and made him crawl beside her to the other room.

She lifted a glass to his mouth. Drink she ordered.
She placed a chocolate into his mouth. Eat she instructed.

Tomorrow is another day cunt.