Write On Edge Prompt: This week we asked you to use this photograph(a red-tinged picture of someone kneeling on the floor) to inspire your post, in whichever direction your mind should wander.
Blindfolded, my hands bound behind my back, I struggled to kneel as I had been instructed. I knew that I would be whipped if I moved too slowly, so I took my time. There's something freeing within the swats and stings of a good whipping. Anticipation of a blow can be joyous, the swishing sound of the whip sailing through the air intoxicating, even before the leather meets the flesh. I enjoyed such pleasures immensely, and was quivering in delight even before the punishment began. A warmth flowered underneath my skin with each blow, until my entire body was tingling. I could hear the harsh breathing of my partner, and knew that he was tiring from his exertions. Suddenly, the whip hit the floor. Ashton pulled the blindfold from my eyes and untied my hands, and I blinked in the light.
"That's it?" I was incredulous. "You call that dominating?"
"I'm tired," Ashton pouted. "And besides, that's not what you are here for. I just wanted to see what all the fuss is about."
I sighed, climbing to my feet, and pulling on a robe. "You're right."
"Of course I am right. Now pick up that whip and tan my hide!"
I did as he asked, and picked up the whip, gazing at it critically. I shook my head. This was Ashton's house call, he provided the toys and his session was rapidly coming to an end. He knelt, naked, in front of me, waiting, his hands behind his back, his head down. I smiled at the boyish brown curls on the back of his head. I lightly cracked the whip, and the sound made him jump.
"You want this, don't you, Ashton?" I asked him, my voice low. I took the handle of the whip and slowly slid it along his jawline. "You want me to take this whip and beat you until you can't stand up on your own, don't you? You've been naughty, trying to take charge. You love it when this whip leaves red marks all over your flesh and you can't even sit down because your dimpled buttocks are so sore and bruised. You like when I raise welts on your backside that need to be iced before you can sleep. You love when I do these things to you, and you want me to do them again, don't you?"
A moan escaped from Ashton as he knelt before me, waiting. I laughed. I turned and walked toward the door. I placed my hand on the knob and looked back at Ashton, smiling. "After you clean up the kitchen. And remember that I like to eat dinner at five sharp"
Blindfolded, my hands bound behind my back, I struggled to kneel as I had been instructed. I knew that I would be whipped if I moved too slowly, so I took my time. There's something freeing within the swats and stings of a good whipping. Anticipation of a blow can be joyous, the swishing sound of the whip sailing through the air intoxicating, even before the leather meets the flesh. I enjoyed such pleasures immensely, and was quivering in delight even before the punishment began. A warmth flowered underneath my skin with each blow, until my entire body was tingling. I could hear the harsh breathing of my partner, and knew that he was tiring from his exertions. Suddenly, the whip hit the floor. Ashton pulled the blindfold from my eyes and untied my hands, and I blinked in the light.
"That's it?" I was incredulous. "You call that dominating?"
"I'm tired," Ashton pouted. "And besides, that's not what you are here for. I just wanted to see what all the fuss is about."
I sighed, climbing to my feet, and pulling on a robe. "You're right."
"Of course I am right. Now pick up that whip and tan my hide!"
I did as he asked, and picked up the whip, gazing at it critically. I shook my head. This was Ashton's house call, he provided the toys and his session was rapidly coming to an end. He knelt, naked, in front of me, waiting, his hands behind his back, his head down. I smiled at the boyish brown curls on the back of his head. I lightly cracked the whip, and the sound made him jump.
"You want this, don't you, Ashton?" I asked him, my voice low. I took the handle of the whip and slowly slid it along his jawline. "You want me to take this whip and beat you until you can't stand up on your own, don't you? You've been naughty, trying to take charge. You love it when this whip leaves red marks all over your flesh and you can't even sit down because your dimpled buttocks are so sore and bruised. You like when I raise welts on your backside that need to be iced before you can sleep. You love when I do these things to you, and you want me to do them again, don't you?"
A moan escaped from Ashton as he knelt before me, waiting. I laughed. I turned and walked toward the door. I placed my hand on the knob and looked back at Ashton, smiling. "After you clean up the kitchen. And remember that I like to eat dinner at five sharp"
