As you quiver and shudder in your pre-orgasmic state, I reach for the cane and rub it tantalizingly over your delicious rounded ass.
“Today you are mine my pet,” I croon as the smooth rattan glides over your silky soft skin. “For this day you are my toy, and I am eager to see just how you can please me. But first, since you are in such a high state of arousal, you should not mind a few strokes to your ever so sexy ass. I know when you are as worked up as you are right now that your tolerance for the cane is much higher. Let’s put that to work shall we?”
Reluctantly, and with obvious disappointment that my efforts are not going to imminently lead to your release and satisfaction you respond, “Yes Sir, if it pleases you.”
“Good. Now please maintain the count and brace yourself,” I command.
Slashing the cane through the air with a harsh whooshing sound you clench your ass cheeks involuntarily in anticipation of the blows that never come. The effect is mesmerizing and I cannot resist building your anticipation and fear still further. Slashing the cane here and there harmlessly through the air, I watch you twitch, jump and clench. The mere fact that you will submissively kneel there at my feet accepting and even welcoming my desires for you is humbling and at the same time empowering. Such a rush you give me!
Resting the cane across your rounded cheeks as though perfecting my aim I tap lightly a few times, prepping you, centering you, and focussing you to that very spot where the rattan will first land.
“OOOWWWWW!” you howl as the cane lands squarely across your ass. You arch suddenly and lean forward on your hands and knees, as though moving further away from the source would lessen the pain.
“For every one you fail to count there will be two more my pet. I will forgive you this first one.”
“One,” you hastily respond, “thank you Sir. May I have another?”
The mere fact that you respond so perfectly in this way brings a glow to my heart. I do so treasure your submission and willingness. Part of me wants to sweep you up lovingly in my arms and hold you tenderly. The rest of me craves to hear you count some more.
“YOWWWWWW!” the harsh sting of the rattan launches you forward once again. “Two, thank you Sir. May I have another.”
“OWWWWWW SHIIIIITTTT” the red marks already crisscrossing your ass tell the visual story that your voice is trying to convey. “Three………thank you Sir” the hint of a sob creeping into your voice. “M…m….may I have another?”
“No,” I reply,” I believe that is quite enough for now. I have other desires for you my little one. “Come, kneel before me.”
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012