It took a few moments for my legs to get circulation back and the pain to lessen. Once it did, I said, "Ready, sir."
After being led for a few steps, I was instructed to take a step up and figured I was probably on one of the many stages I'd seen in the main room before. A hot, firm hand on my lower back showed me where to go until I felt something cold and wooden pressing into my upper thighs.
"Bend over, arms above your head," Master told me.
Bending at the waist, I felt my chest come in contact with a flat surface before raising my arms above my head. A thick strap wrapped around my wrists, binding them together. Footfalls told me Master was moving around — his hand trailed over my back as he moved. That hand followed the length of a leg until it closed around my ankle. Another strap bound my ankle to the device I was draped over before he repeated the treatment on my other leg.
As soon as the final strap was secured, effectively holding me in place, the air became thicker — harder to pull into my lungs. My mind raced to comprehend the situation and sensations. I was in the middle of a room filled with any number of people without any way to escape while being unable to see. I had to completely trust Master or else I was going to hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Not wanting to have either happen, I repeated over and over that Master would take care of me.
A cold, unfamiliar brush along the center of my back made me gasp and fist my hands. Once the trail ended at the top of my ass, it lifted from my skin. The slight displacement of air against my ass gave me a millisecond’s warning before the burning slap lit up my left cheek. The impact felt familiar, almost like the crop Master had used before.
"Since you wanted to play games with me, it is time for you to find out why that is not a good idea. This will be your first punishment, so I’m going to go easy. Next time I won’t be." Masters voice was rough and harsh. He was not happy. "Count them. If you miss one, I'll start over. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." My voice wavered, betraying my nerves. The warm press of his hand upon my lower back was the only comfort I got before the sharp impact fell upon my right ass cheek, leaving behind a burning sensation. "One, sir." I didn't hesitate in responding. That had long ago been ingrained in me.
Each strike was harder than the one before, but I managed to count out all ten without breaking down or finding that blissful, floating peace that helped turn pain to pleasure.
"Precious, your ass is glowing red on either side of your thong. While incredibly sexy, that was only the warm-up. Now the actual punishment starts." Master's hand gently caressed the flame burning on each cheek before his touch disappeared completely. Suddenly, his hand landed on one cheek then the other. The loud slap of skin on skin echoed in my ears as the burn shot through my entire body. Oddly, the burn from his hand was much greater than the one the crop had left.
"Sir?" I managed to whisper after swallowing back a whimper.
"Yes?" He responded right away.
"Am I counting these as well, sir?" The question allowed the burning in my ass to lessen. My mind was fighting over what I was feeling. It was painful, but not, at the same time. The shock of new sensations was the primary feeling I recognized.
"No." His terse answer was followed by a rapid succession of blows on alternating cheeks until I felt the weightlessness starting to slip over me.
I'd never been more thankful that I didn't have to keep count because I'd already lost track, and the floating sensation made everything seem so light and fuzzy I doubted I could speak as quickly as the blows were raining down. Eventually, they stopped and my ankles were released, then my wrists followed. Instead of being moved, I was simply turned onto my back before my wrists were again bound over my head.
"Mmm, yes. Floating now, aren't you, Precious?" Master's smile was clear in his tone even as I felt his hand slide down between my spread thighs, barely brushing against the center of my body. One at a time my feet were lifted so they rested on what oddly felt like stirrups. The position opened me up as Master stepped between my spread legs.
Feeling slightly disconnected from everything, it was hard for me to focus on Master. Even when his fingers caressed the sensitive skin along the crease between my legs and hips, all I could manage was a moan of agreement. The rough tug on one side of my panties made my hips jerk against Master’s. His hard erection pressed against my thigh through his pants before he pushed aside my panties and stepped back. My entire lower region was revealed to Master.
“Fuck, yes. All soaking wet. So much for punishment. You loved getting your ass spanked. Let's see how much your greedy pussy can take." Pressure against my opening had me arching my back as his fingers entered my body. Feeling the stretching of sensitive tissue as he thrust them roughly in and out of my body made me groan. "Three fingers and that greedy pussy just sucks them in. How about four?" Without waiting for my response, another finger joined and the pressure increased.
Shuddering, I closed my eyes behind the blindfold. It didn't hurt, it felt good.
Thankfully, he slid them slowly in and out of my needy body.
I’d never felt so full, so wide open. My hips writhed as I met him thrust for thrust. Moans tore from my throat. My body wasn’t my own, it was his to do with as he wanted. I was just there to experience the pleasure he gave. The thrusts stayed slow, but hard. Each one moved my ass against the table below me, rubbing the tender tissue. It only added another level to the intense level of erotic pleasure throbbing through my entire body. My release built but managed to stay just out of reach.
"Damn." Hot breath brushed against my neck as Master’s weight pressed down on me. His cock again pressed against my thigh as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. The fingers in my pussy continued their torment. Master whispered roughly against my ear, "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Feel how hard my dick is for your tight little pussy? Just seeing you take my entire fist in your dripping cunt makes me want to come. Our first time won’t be in front of a crowd, though. You aren’t ready for all of me yet anyway. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of your needy pussy.”
Crowd? Fisting? I didn't know which scared me more. I could feel him add his thumb into the mix; instead of pain as I expected, ecstasy vibrated out from my pussy. I could feel his finger tripping against my G-spot on the front wall of my pussy even as my body struggled to embrace everything he was making me feel.
His weight and heat left me only to resurface between my thighs as his wet tongue flicked against my swollen, throbbing clit.
My thighs trembled from the stress of being so wide open for so long, but I fought to keep them open. To embrace how incredibly good it felt to have Master giving me so much pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, just like everything he introduced me to. My back arched, pressing harder against his hand and mouth. An orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before was building, growing, encompassing my entire body. Just as the pleasure was about to crash over me, he moved away leaving me empty and weeping. Literally. Tears sprang to my eyes even as I struggled to hold them back. I was beyond pride, beyond caring. I begged, “Please. Please, don’t stop. I’ll do anything.”
Without a response, Master stood between my legs, hands pressing my thighs further open as he ground his hard, cloth-covered erection against my throbbing, begging mound. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard on the tender tissue just to the side of my nipple for a moment before his teeth sank deep.
A moan escaped my throat as I rotated my hips, against his still reaching for my release. My fists wrapped tight around the rope that bound them as air rushed in and out of my lungs. The denial of my epic release almost hurt. As I struggled to hold back my tears, I barely felt it as Master sank his teeth into my other breast briefly before lapping his tongue over both bites he’d given me.