~ willow ~

“Collar, sub” the simple command was one she knew well.

She reached for her hair, scooping her dark locks into her hand and pulling them to one side, exposing her neck to him. He bent over her…encircling her neck with a simple, black leather collar and fastening it. It was void of decoration, but for the buckle and a round, metal loop that dangled from her throat.

“Your hands” he ordered quietly…his commanding tone giving her goosebumps.

She raised her arms toward him, her wrists close together, her palms slightly cupped and facing upward, as if awaiting a gift. She felt cold, hard metal being lowered into her hands and immediately recognized the weight and feel of the handcuffs. She kept her arms raised, the cuffs resting in her hands as he walked away from her. She listened carefully to his movements, anticipation fluttering in her belly as she heard a drawer open and close.

At the sound of the dull jingle of the chain she felt adrenaline course through her body. Soon he was crouching before her, attaching the lead to the metal loop. He traced the outline of her jawline with his index finger briefly…a quick moment of tenderness, before standing abruptly.

Tugging on the chain, he told her, “Come”. She shuffled awkwardly after him on her knees, her arms still raised and cupping the handcuffs. He led her across the bedroom before telling her to stop just short of the head of the bed.

Letting the chain fall to the floor, he took the handcuffs out of her hands and quickly and deftly attached them to her wrists. Adjusting each one to a snug fit before clicking them closed. Leaning forward slightly he took hold of the chain not far from her throat…tugging it playfully and looking down at her, affectionately. She didn’t see his expression though, her eyes stayed obediently trained on the floor.

Running the chain through his hands he then pulled it taut toward the bedpost. He pulled further, causing her to lean forward. Instinctively, she gripped onto the chain to prevent herself falling forward and to relieve the pull on her collar.
She listened intently as he wrapped the chain around the bedpost, securing it…and her to the bed. Her position was awkward, and already her breath had quickened. The cuffs prevented her from lowering her arms below the taut angle of the chain…and her body leaned forward unnaturally. Relief could be obtained with a few shuffles forward on her knees…but, of course, she daren’t move unless Sir commanded her to.

All was quiet for a moment…she sensed him standing behind her and strained her ears to listen. She leaned heavily on the chain…her physical discomfort was mild...but the anticipation was excruciating.

Presently, she felt the cool, soft leather tassels and the weight of the braided handle of Sir’s flogger being laid across the small of her back. Her breath quickened further and she gasped as the promise of the flogger awakened desire in her core. Her body now trembled with need. Warmth flushed between her legs and she felt wetness moisten her inner thighs.

Sir leaned over her from behind, reaching around her, he pinched her nipples, simultaneously kissing her softly on the neck. She gasped…then closed her eyes, savouring the sensations that made her whimper in pleasure and pain.
He released her nipples and she sighed into the resulting tingling feeling. She felt him lift the flogger from its resting place and before she could stop herself, let out a breathy moan as he let the tassels glide lazily across her arse. He teased and tickled…dancing the soft leather up and down her body.

She arched her back, she couldn’t help herself, pushing her arse back toward her Sir, a silent plea for his touch. Her eyes still closed, she lost herself to the moment. All she could hear was her own breath and all she could feel was the light and torturous tease of his flogger.

Her reverie was shattered at the sudden sting of those leather tassels on her arse cheeks. She drew in her breath sharply but before she could collect herself felt the sting again…and again. She bit her lip, her body starting a little at each stroke of the flogger.

Then the flogging stopped as abruptly as it had started and instead she felt Sir’s cool hand run over her warm arse. He ran his hand down to her pussy, running a finger down to her clit. She moaned as his finger glided easily along her soft, wetness before giving her clit a gentle, teasing squeeze. She felt herself pushing back against his hand, needing more, silently begging for it.

He withdrew his hand and she had to stop herself from crying out for more. He stood in front of her again and proceeded to uncuff her wrists. Turning, he loosened the chain around the bedpost…unwinding it some, releasing some of it’s length to the floor, but keeping the chain secured to the bed.

Confused and unsure, she sat back on her heels, spreading her legs a little, her palms face upwards on her thighs. A position she knew pleased him. The chain now draped down the front of her body…the cool, hardness of it against her skin only turned her on more.

Then all was black as Sir tied a blindfold over her eyes and nose. She sensed him standing over her, she could feel his strong presence…imagined his gaze on her. She let the deprivation of her sight sink in and tuned in to him, ready to respond as he wished...