Silent Roses

My entire body shuddered and shook as the tip of the rose slowly glided its way from my neck, between my quivering breasts, down my torso, stopping only to circle my belly button, then down further, pausing just above the dark, moist warmth that was screaming for attention. It then made its way back, following the same trail it had taken down, ending as it traces my lips. I gently kiss it, smelling the sweet, light scent, smiling at the dark, erotic red colour, the way the petals elegantly form the most beautiful shape.

My eyes leave it only to look into His eyes. He smiles down me, a small gesture that sends tidal waves of anticipation right through my body. My toes curl slightly, my calves tighten and flex, my hips squirm against the softness of the bed, my fingers claw out then retract into a tight fist, my eyes plead for a touch… all this brought on by the slightest facial expression. He slowly, casually gathers the black silk scarf from the night table, and, lifting my head gently, places it over my eyes, tying the knot behind my head until the blindfold is secured.

My heart automatically races, beads of sweat magically appearing on my forehead and chest. My senses become almost panicked, my ears straining almost painfully to hear the slightest sound. I even hold my breath, as the sound of it interferes with my intense search for the slightest sounds of my Beloved as He moves around the room. I know He is planning something, but I never know when the first sensation will come, or what it will feel like. The anticipation is unbearable, until suddenly, the hot, searing hisssss as hot wax hits the skin of my inner thigh is heard and felt. I jump, but the surprised shriek quickly turns to a low, soft moan, my limbs writhing to the limits of the rope that holds them tight to the bed.

I jump again as the blinding cold and wet sensation jolts me as He runs an ice cube around my nipple… first my left then the right, and I find myself trying desperately to control my breathing. But the deep, ragged gasps continue, and soon I get frustrated with the ropes that hold me prisoner in one place on the bed. I long to squirm and thrash about, to give in to the sensations and let my body react as it should… but the ropes hold me still, allowing only my mind to react, only thoughts to thrash about and scream for mercy.

Then I find myself moaning, softly at first, then louder, as a finger slowly trails between the lips of my pussy, stroking it, petting it, squeezing and teasing my clit. Then two fingers slip into the depths of my pussy, causing me to arch my back sharply, more moans escaping my throat. Slowly they stroke in and out of my pussy, my hips grinding against His arm, until soon a sheen of sweat covers my body and the moans increase in intensity and volume.

Suddenly the fingers to heaven are snatched away, and I cry out in frustration, still grinding my hips, searching for another touch. I can hear Him moving, and sense that He's close and somewhere in front of me. I realize where exactly He is right before I feel the gates of heaven open as He thrusts His cock deep inside me, my screams silenced by the sensation of absolute bliss. He leans over and whispers into my ear things I can't hear, or hear but the words seem to join together into one soothing sound. I moan again as He thrusts hard and fast, and nearly scream and curse as He pulls out, His cock sliding out of my aching pussy.

I feel the ropes loosen, then get pulled off. I move to take the blindfold off, but His hand stops me, telling me to hush and be patient. With His hands guiding me, I move to all fours, then He gently pushes my head until my forehead touches the bed, my ass still high in the air. There is a pause, and what lasts mere seconds, feels like an eternity. Suddenly, whack!!! The crop hisses down, striking the left side of my ass, then another quick and just as hard, on the other side. I shriek and moan, wiggling my hips, but keeping my forehead resting on the bed.

Again, a pause, and this time, my senses refuse to become alert, my mind hazing over like a pillow of clouds. This time, I feel the hard plug teasing my ass. I wiggle my ass, trying to push it in, but the toy is removed from touching my skin, releasing another low growl from my mouth. I remain still, and the toy is brought back, this time, He pushes it in, and my back arches sharply once again. The plug is seated in deeply, and I once again worship the sensation of His cock inside my pussy. He wastes no time, thrusting deep inside of me… hard… fast… again and again until I know I wouldn't be able to see anything even if there was no blindfold. He grabs my hair and pulls back firmly, my attention returning to Him, and uses my hair as leverage for harder, faster thrusting. I fear entering a state of animalistic insanity, as my entire body grows an intense hunger for Him… and for Him to cum, to take the pleasure that is His to receive.

Just as I feel His cock harden and tense up, I feel him lean forward and whisper those glorious words of permission into my ear. The waves if such intensity feel as if they rip straight through my body. Two become one, and I nearly faint as I feel the warm liquid of passion released from His cock, shooting deep into my pussy. I scream as my senses go numb, save for the flood of orgasm that I swore would tear my body in two. We collapse down to the mattress, His cock still inside me, His strong arms holding me tight against Him. He kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, telling me that I've been His good girl. I'm flying with joy as the words repeat themselves over and over in my mind.

With His fingers trailing along my skin, stroking the muscles that occasionally tremble and shudder, I close my eyes. With my back against His stomach and His arms around my waist, I fall asleep, feeling the strength of love and the devotion of a slave to her Master, and a Master to His slave. At that moment, we feel like the only two people in the world.

And we are the world, to each other.