waiting

He leads me, naked,  to the folding chair. He orders me to “sit!”, in his Dominant, stern voice. I do as I’m told.

He puts my black collar on, with leash. Inside, my body shakes with anticipation. I can not help but giggle and grin. I am so bad as a sub sometimes.

“Hands at your sides, palms down on the side of the chair.”

I move slowly and carefully, my wrists pressed against the side of the chair. My fingers curled underneath.

He moves away and then pulls out a ribbon. Carefully he weaves it through the chair and binds my wrists to it.

He pulls out another ribbon and kneels down. I naturally spread my legs. I have learned well. He looks at my cunt and grins, but then focuses his attention to my ankles. He presses them against the legs of the chair and weaves the ribbon through, binding them as well.

He looks back up at my cunt and smirks.. “Wet already, slut?”, he remarks. “Look at you, can’t even be properly prepared.”

I bite my lip as his face moves close to my cunt. He breathes in. He can smell my arousal. He loves that… and so do I. He stands, runs his hand up my slit and chuckles. I moan with need. It’s been only 5 minutes and already I want him to fuck me!

He grabs my leash and yanks me forward. I gaze at him. He pushes his finger, wet with my cunt juices into my mouth. “Taste your lust, you slut.” My tongue works quickly around his finger. He lets go and steps back.

He reaches for …. the crop.

“Just because I love leaving marks all over your body. Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”

I gasp and savor his words… “Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”

His first crop takes me by surprise. I gasp as it hits my stomach. Over and over again he hits my stomach in all different places. I can’t move. I look away, shut my eyes and moan. I feel the heat rising in my flesh, I feel his “art” coming to life.

He moves down, to my thighs. Inner, outer, all over. He is unforgiving. Down to my calves and over my feet. I am heated all over. I am aching … and yet I know that I am wet.

He stops, and pulls me forward by the leash once more. It pulls my attention back and to him. I open my eyes and turn to look at him.

Holding my leash in his left hand, he raises his right hand with crop and smacks my tit. “Ungh!” the pain is instant and it stings. My nipple throbs. I close my eyes and look away. He grabs me by the chin and forces me to look at him. “Look at me, slut!” He orders. “Keep those eyes open.”

I look at him as he lets go of me. He steps back and raises the crop once more. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open when he crops my other tit. I yelp, I squirm, I moan, but I do not let go of my stare into his eyes. His eyes are grounding me now.

He hits me again and yet again across the tits. My nipples erect and aching. Tears form in my eyes. I whimper but will only take more. As much as he sees fit.

He stops and unties me from the chair. “You are a good girl little one. You are a good little sub.”

He helps me up. Leads me into the bedroom. I wipe my wet eyes. He motions me to get on the bed. He removes my leash and replaces it with the ribbon. He pushes me to lay down and he smiles. He grabs the other end of the ribbon and ties it to the bed leg.

I am now attached by collar to the bed.

“I am leaving now pet. I will go and get us some lunch. You know from where,”  He grins. “You will wait here, like this for me, while I go out. Naked and bound to our bed. You will wait as I make the drive out there, order the food, wait for it to be prepared and come home. See you soon.”

And so he leaves, and I am left waiting on the bed, tied. I think about how wonderful it feels to be tied to the bed, waiting for him. He could take as long or as short as he would like. He could return hours later. I feel a throbbing between my legs as I know how wonderful this is. To be here.. waiting.

I feel excited, knowing that while he is gone, he is thinking about me. How I am naked, with wet cunt, waiting for him. I am tied to his bed… tied to him. Aching for his return. Obeying his request. I could easily unbuckle the collar and leave the bedroom, but he knows I would not. I would stay for him. Stay because it pleases him and me. Would he grow erect knowing that I am naked and waiting… his artwork raised on my flesh?

How long will I wait?

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~ by Mina on September 21, 2007.