Fri 27 Mar 09, 3:26 AM
Hisjoy
US, 4 yrs
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i had my first venture into the world of pain play, and was encouraged by Mr. Oliver to post it on the TSR boards. So here is my story...
The room is dark, a single candle burns in the corner of my vision. Tall, red, in a glass jar, much like the candles you see with a picture of some Catholic saint on the front. Mr. Oliver stands behind me, His body close
to mine, but not quite touching it. "Do you come of your own free will?"
An ironic question; one i answer with no hesitation, "Yes, Sir."
"Good, then as of this moment, you have no will of your own." He begins to undress me, starting with the cream, knit leg warmers that i had around my arm. He took His time, brushing my newly exposed arm with His fingertips
lightly and i could feel the energy coming off Him in waves. He lifted my arms above my head and slid off the black undershirt off over my head, inch by inch, making sure to keep in constant contact with my bare skin. My
sweat pants and leg warmers came off in the same fashion, and i was fully naked...i shivered, not from lack of heat, but from His touch alone. His fingers traced every inch of my body, every crease, as if inspecting to see if His property was in the same condition as when He left it. Down
my arms and across the tops of my hands, He slips off my rings, and when He removed the ring my Father had given me for my 16th birthday, a knot of feeling swelled in my throat and i felt truly naked.
"Now you are completely naked, bound only by that which i choose to bind you with" He lifts my hair off the nape of my neck and slips His white collar around my neck, and slowly, deliberately, secures it in place, savoring
each moment, the clicking d-ring echoing into the darkened room..."Your will is now mine, what does that make me, joy?"
"That makes You my Master, Sir..."
i can almost hear Him smile, "Yes, it does, and that is how you will refer to me until i release you, do you understand?" He presses His body close against mine and i can feel His hard member through the jeans of His pants.
My hands ache to grab it and hold it in my fingers, but instead i nod my head. "What is that?"
"Yes Master, i understand"
Reaching to the side He grabs a glass of plum wine and feeds it to me in slow sips...making sure not to spill a drop on His floor, it is finished
and i can already feel it going to my head..."Tonight you will be full of new experiences. There will be pleasure, pain, and something in-between...do
you remember your positions, joy?"
It had been a long time since i had been required to demonstrate these for Him, but albeit a bit rusty, i still knew them in my heart. "Yes Master, i remember."
"Good, show me the first one..." We went through each, after each one He would take His time to inspect me, used His hands to caress me, and then with an approving smack on the ass i was commanded to transition to the next. It went on in the fashion until i reached the last of them and was
curled over my knees with the forehead to the ground and my hands stretched out in front of me...He slid His foot between my head and the floor and i gratefully kissed each one. He bade me to stand and took my head in His hands, "You will be cleansed three times this night; the first was earlier at your house, the second will be the bath i prepare for you...."
He led me to His bathroom, where a steaming bath was waiting for me, candles were lit around the bathroom and it smelled of Sandalwood, His favorite scent. Before i entered the water He anointed each of my breasts and my
forehead with Lavender, and then i was submersed in the bath He had prepared for me...He washed me from head to foot and then let me soak for a time, His hands idly caressing me under the water. When it was time to get out, He slipped His fingers into my pussy and used it as a control point to move me where He wanted...which was to his bedroom.
He told me to lay face first on His bed and began to secure my wrists and ankles to each of the corners with soft, white rope. "The third cleansing will be through pain..." He warmed my ass up with His hand, taking His time to build up speed and force, taking time after each slap to rub my heated flesh under His hands which sent shivers up and down my spine. There was a point where the pain would be almost unbearable, i would squirm and writhe and then suddenly this plateau was reached and i would take a deep breath and
i would float in a warm cocoon for moments...it is similar to the feeling i get when i am hiking up a particularly steep mountain hill, you struggle and struggle to get to the top and when you finally do, there is this moment
where your tired muscles un-bunch and you completely relax...it was sorta of like that...
Next He used the flog...before He used it on my body He held the handle to my lips and told me to kiss the whip, thanking the instrument for the benefits that it would bestow upon me...this was a completely different sensation. Sharp, stinging...the tips were not guaranteed to land in the same spot each time, and this left parts of my rear more tender than others. As much as i tried to stay still and just absorb the blows, eventually the
stinging became to much and i rolled from side to side, trying to escape the blows unsuccessfully. What i did manage to do is expose my sides to the bite and in the end i decided it was better to just stay still....He stopped
and ran His hands over my burning flesh. His cool hands were like drops of water on the parched lips of the dying...cool and refreshing, but not enough to save one from their fate...
The cane came next. It made a beautiful sound as it whizzed through the air and landed soundly on my ass...and it stung like a bitch. Not like the cat'o'nine tails sting, this was deeper, more concentrated and it pulled a
groan from my lips...The blows landed steadily on my already abused ass and i couldn't help the cries from escaping my lips...i was quivering and gasping
for breath in that way you do before a good cry. This continued on for a time, i couldn't tell exactly how long, it seemed that i hung in a place where time did not exist...and then came the Shinai; considerably thicker
than a cane and much, much heavier, the blows landed with a loud thud and i could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body. It didn't hurt at first, just a dull thud followed by deep pressure...it is like a spice that you
cannot feel at first, but with each bite it grows more and more, building on itself...my mind was consumed by the loud thuds, it echoed in my ears and i began to scream...not the high pitched horrified wails of the horror actors
but a deep, guttural explosion from some dark place within...i could feel pieces of the stress and the worries that i held within myself from the last week, felt them being torn from within and being released...it was cathartic and it felt GOOD...Shortly after the blows stopped, i fell back into silence and Mr. Oliver
moved to unbind my arms and legs. He wrapped me up and encompassed me in His arms and whispered into my ear...the specifics were lost in the rush of endorphins, but they comforted me and i felt inexplicably close to Him.
:: Quod me nutrit, me destruit ::
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