[Whispering Dom]

Part 1

Every fibre in her body is tense as she listens for a sound. Anything that will tell her she’s not alone. Her heart is beating fast, waiting for something, for anything. What will it be? A touch? A word? Will it be gentle or harsh?

She’s naked. And very aroused even though it’s not been that long since she was brought to orgasm.

Her eyes flit around, but she cannot see anything. He has put a blindfold on her. She’d cry out to him, but she has a gag in her mouth and her words are muffled.

Her arms hurt. They are lifted high above her, restrained. Her legs are spread painfully wide, restrained also allowing only the slightest of movement. Her contact with the floor pretty much on tip toes. She’s never felt more vulnerable and exposed.

She tries to calm her pounding heart, tries to breath in through the gag, hold the breath for a few seconds. It doesn’t work. It’s not that she’s scared, she is here by choice, but not knowing, not seeing…

She freezes. Did she hear something, or was it more sense something? She moves her head around pointlessly, she cannot see. He is there, she’s sure of it. She tries to speak, but the gag renders her words meaningless and she grunts with frustration. Suddenly she feels a hot pain across her back, she cries out into the gag, tries to turn her head. Another streak of pain. She’s being whipped. She tenses, trying not to sway on her tip toes, her arms aching, another blast of pain.

And yet her arousal is growing, she can feel a constant throbbing between her legs, her nipples erect. Naked, vulnerable, the whipping to her back when the rest of her body is so completely exposed actually turning her on.

She shakes her head and gasps for breath, waiting for the next strike of the whip, can feel streaks of hot pain across her back. The waiting is worse than the whipping… She can tell he is still there, can sense him moving around, again she twists her head, lets out a quiet moan of frustration. She spasms, something pushing deep inside her, between her spread legs, and then vibrations, fast, insistent. Her body trembles and her arms ache as she shudders with the pleasure. He is going to make her cum again.

But then the vibrations stop even though whatever was causing them is still inside her. Her head sags down and she gasps for breath through the gag, little spasms still pulsing through her. Then more searing pain, on her bottom this time, hard fast swipes, too many for her to count, her buttocks stinging with heat and pain. The whipping stops for just a moment, and then she cries out into the gag with pain and surprise as she feels herself struck across her stomach with the whip making her stagger painfully backwards…

And then the vibrations start again, fast, insistent, and she almost cums, but then more pain on her buttocks holding the orgasm back as the whipping there resumes.

She can feel sweat dripping down her body, she wishes he would just be done with her, make her cum. But it seems he is not finished with her yet.

The vibrations inside her stop again. She feels her nipples pinched hard and cries out into the gag, the pain an incredible counter to the pleasure, one she’d never have imagined how much she’d like. The hands pinching her nipples release their grip, and flutter down her naked skin, across her belly, between her legs. They start to to stroke her lips, between them and she shudders and moans into the gag. The fingers masturbate her slowly, her moans into the gag constant, she’s so close. She trembles and shudders, almost cums, but the fingers stop, and she cries out again into the gag in frustration, thrusting her hips, desperate now for release.

Suddenly hard flat spanks to her buttocks, he is using his hands. She groans, so aroused, so exposed, wishing that he would just touch her again, she desperately wants her release now. Fingers slip between her butt cheeks and caress her asshole and she shivers, then more spanks, her cheeks radiating heat and pain. Then the vibrations inside her start up again, very low, not enough, even in her incredibly aroused state to bring her to orgasm, and she whimpers pitifully into the gag.

She’s so close, her whole body is trembling, shuddering, her arms so painful, standing on tip toes making her legs ache. She cries into the gag, begging for release, it comes out as a series of indistinguishable sounds. But he knows. He must.

And finally she feels the vibrations inside her increase. She shakes violently, fingers caress between her lips, it’s too much. She orgasms, the climax surging through her, her body bucking violently, painfully, the restraints around her ankles and wrists digging into her skin.

Spent, she hangs there, breathing hard, then she feels his hand between her legs again, and whatever was inside her is pulled out making her spasm and gasp. Finally she feels the pressure on her arms and toes reduce as she’s lowered down. She feels her ankles released and she falls gratefully to her knees still breathing hard, then her wrists are released. She feels his hands pulling at the blindfold and it falls away. She blinks, looks up at him squinting as her eyes adjust to being able to see again. She sees him lean forward and remove the gag.

“Thank you” she whispers, and sees him smile down at her. Sweat drips from her skin. She feels sated, and yet she has a deep desire to please him. To pleasure him. He looks down at her, strokes her hair.

Hesitantly she reaches up and puts her hands on the waistband of his jeans. She looks up at his face, searching for permission, or a rebuttal. She sees him smile. She unbuttons the jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and as she pulls the jeans open, he springs out. She gasps quietly. She wants him to be naked, wants to see his body. She tugs the jeans, pulls them down, and he lets her pull them from his ankles. She looks up again. He smiles and lifts his t shirt off, stands naked before her. She mewls quietly with desire.

She bends forward, takes him in her hands, strokes, caresses. She leans in and gently kisses the tip. It tastes salty, she’s not surprised, she’s been naked and used by him for some time now. She’d be bitterly disappointed had he not been so obviously aroused. She strokes him slowly, almost reverentially. She can hear his breathing speeding up, getting shallower. She kisses him again, kneeling before him, and very slowly, very deliberately presses her lips around him, letting him slide slowly between them. She hears him gasp.

She starts to move her head forward and back, in and out, feeling him fill her mouth. She closes her eyes, lets her tongue caress him. She wants very much to pleasure him. She starts to move her mouth faster, she lets a hand drop to his balls, caresses them. She can feel him twitching in her mouth and moans with expectant pleasure. She tastes more precum, then she feels him spasm, feels his semen spurt into her mouth. She sighs happily as she lets it slide down her throat, not wanting to waste even a drop of his precious cum. Of her Dom’s reward…