For minutes, I could only sit and admire this submissive goddess before me.
“Look up at me,” I commanded finally. She did so, her green eyes dancing with fear and excitement, met mine. “Do you understand fully what you ask for tonight? That you willingly and totally submit yourself to me?”
There seemed no hesitation in her answer that rolled from her lips, an answer well trained on-line. “I understand, my Lord Falcon. I, swallow, humbly submit myself, my body and my mind, to you totally tonight.”
In an equally ritualistic answer, I said, “I accept you as my submissive for tonight, swallow. And I will promise you as your Dom, Master and Lord, that no harm shall come to you. Eyes down!”
I saw her head snap back down, even as a smile tugged at her lips.
“This evening, as always, we will have a safeword, which if used by yourself or me, will halt all proceedings. The safeword is SAFEWORD. We will have two control words, YELLOW for caution, RED for limit. Understood?” I always placed safety first, even on-line, and insisted on a safeword. She understood enough about me to know.
“Yes, my Lord. This little one will strive to not use safeword tonight.”
I smiled. Saucy little scamp, already getting ahead of herself. She’ll soon learn.
Moving to my feet, I slowly walked around my desk to stand before her. Slowly I walked behind her, my eyes roving over the curves of her body.
I went down on one knee behind her, and with a hand, abruptly reached around to her front, cupping one luscious breast in my hand and pressing the nipple lightly between my thumb and finger. She shrieked in surprise, her body tensing, “Ohhh!”
With my other hand, I reached around her waist, sliding down her thighs to between her legs, pressing against her vulva tenderly. She squirmed in my close embrace. “Remember, little one, that a submissive belongs totally to her Dom, Master and Lord. And that she hides nothing from him,” I whispered into her ear. I pressed her nipple between my fingers harder, until her breaths came loud and rapid. “That I may, and will touch you, and command you, as I see fit. Understood?”
“Yes, My Lord,” she gasped. “Yes, yes! You shall touch me, and command me at your whim.”
I moved back, leaving her breast alone, and trailed one hand slowly and firmly down her back, from shoulder to buttocks. “You are new at this, so we shall be lenient, but you will need to learn to keep a straight back.”
She nodded, pushing her chest further out in hopes of straightening her back more. I smiled as I moved back to my feet. “Do you remember, when you first submitted to me on-line? Do you remember what I did to accept you as my on-line sub?”
“Yes, my Lord,” came her soft reply, as she caught on to what my request of her would be.
“And what is that, my little one?”
“You restrained me, my Lord, and gave me a taste of the whip.”
As she spoke, I unbuckled my belt. Again, I saw her tense, knowing she had heard the belt. “Why did I whip you first?”
“So… so that I understand…. that you – my Dom, Master and Lord – will be my teacher, my lover, my protector… and my punisher.”
“You remember well, my little one.” I could almost see her smile at my compliments. “And would you accept a whipping in real life now? As a real initiation?”
There was a pause. I could see her lips quiver. Finally, in a whisper, she spoke: “My Lord, I have sworn my submission to you this evening. And I will accept what you wish to give me.”
“These offices, unfortunately, are a poor substitute to a proper playroom, but we will improvise.” Velcro strips were common tools of the trade in my office, and I had four strips of the right length handy. “Stand up and face those racks,” I commanded her, pointing to the banks of network hubs and switches and flashed like a Christmas tree.
She obeyed, moving to her feet. There was a gentle, sensuous sway to her hips as she moved. Naughty sub, teasing your Master even as you go up to take a whipping, I laughed to myself as my eyes glued themselves to her ass. And I enjoyed the sight of a small blue butterfly tatooed just behind her hip which seemed to take flight and flutter in the office.
Velcro, when properly applied, takes extraordinary strength to pull apart against the tiny hooks and loops. Thus, I quickly had her wrists and ankles stretched onto the hand-holds of the racks. I stepped back, entranced by the quivering body spread out before me. The amber, red and green LED’s flashed their glow against her skin, turning her into a post-modern body sculpture.
I wrapped the buckle end of my leather belt around my wrist, looping it several times. The broad tongue of the well-aged belt would sting her well, but leave no permanent marks. Moving up behind her, I stroked her back lightly with the belt.
“One baker’s dozen,” I announced.
Her hands tugged hard against her bonds, perhaps shocked that she was getting more than the three I had given her on-line. But I had given her a safeword. Let her decide for herself if she wanted to truly submit.
I pulled back my arm, knowing my first strike needed to make the greatest impact. The leather belt whistled in the office as I swung. The tip and end lashed square across her buttocks, making a sharp loud crack as belt met flesh. She jumped with a shrill cry, of course, surprised at the punishment of the flesh she had not known before as the stroke caught her with maximum force. Her body tensed and flew against the panels of LED’s in front of her. Her arms and legs pulled at her Velcro bonds to no avail.
“Count off, little one.” There was silence. “Count off before the next one, or else this one doesn’t count.”
“One!” came the quick reply, as I pulled back and stroked her with a lighter stroke. Again this one hit her buttocks squarely, landing against the red streak that had started to appear.
“Two!” she cried out, even as she strained against the panel.
By the fifth stroke, sobs came, and her voice quieted.
I moved up behind her, gently stroking her flaming cheeks with a hand. Her face was wet with tears. “Are you all right, little one?”
There was a slight nod. “A… baker’s dozen…, my Lord…”
I smiled.
As I swung my eighth stroke, she gasped, “Eight… YELLOW!” That was her sign she had taken what she considered half her limit. I paused for a minute.
By the twelfth stroke, her buttocks were a criss-cross of angry red patches. Her voice, was barely a whisper above her deep breaths, and the sweat glistened off her body even in the air conditioning of the room. “T… Twelve… RED…” She had reached her limit.
I moved up to her. Her eyes were closed as she hung there. I reached up to untie her. She shook her head. “M… my Lord…, a baker’s… dozen… one more…”
I marveled at her: the strength in that little body of hers, her commitment to accept her submission, and perhaps a hint at her delightfully stubborn nature. I gently stroked her back, letting her ragged breaths ease as she caught her breath. I touched her ass cheek gently with the belt, the signal if she wanted to continue. She nodded.
The last stroke seemed anticlimactic as it struck her. I quickly undid her bonds, first her ankles, then her wrists. A sobbing, frightened, submissive fell into my arms. One arm around her shoulder, I sat down at my desk and pulled her up to me, embracing her tightly.
***
Her breathing calmed to a steady rhythm finally, as I held her close to me, gently stroking her tender bottom.
I looked down at her, and caught her eye. She smiled, but quickly averted her eyes downwards. “You took your initiation very well,” I spoke finally.
“I… I didn’t expect it to be so… so powerful, my Lord.”
“What do you mean?”
“It seemed so easy on-line. I had thought nothing of a whipping. But to experience it with another person in real life the actual pain and humiliation…”
“And it seems, pleasure,” I smiled. She realized my hand had moved between her thighs and was gently stroking her moist pubes. A deep crimson glow flushed over her face immediately.
“Yes, my Lord!” she sighed. “But that first stroke stung me so badly. And each stroke after that only made things worse. But when I called out YELLOW, I seemed… I seemed to have crossed a threshold, and the pain turned into… My Lord, I can’t describe the peculiar feeling… but I seemed to be both pleasure and pain…”
I laughed, and patted her ass. ” If it’s pleasure you want, pleasure you’ll get. Sit on my desk,” I instructed her. She did so. And she squirmed uncomfortably.
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