Inspections are a few times a week now. At first I was like…..nooooothankyouSir! In my sweetest most polite little voice. Well that didnt work, of course. But my apprehension has melted away…and though part of me still fights this close, deep, detailed look at my body, errhh uh, His body, I revel in His attention. His rules. His Dominance. I love that I’m not allowed to hide any part of my body from Him. It makes me feel, so goddamn sexy. I can’t even explain. Maybe this will help…
Early inspection was light, position just so, fingers running along my skin, checking all the places. Making sure things are exactly to His liking (more about the details and rules to come in a later post)
But now…more invasive. Fully exposed to Him. Cuffed, ankles and wrists…chained to the spreader. Arms pulled tightly between my legs. My face resting on our soft pillows. Ass up in the air. Similar to this…
Fingers tracing, my most intimate pieces.
Slipping in, to check His pet.
“She likes” He murmers
I cringe a bit, this much exposure usually has me reeling, its too much…too close, too open. For a split second, my dumb brain slips in. I want to cover myself, to hide, don’t look. But…I can’t hide. This position won’t allow me any movement. But now, with help from His words, I begin to sink into it. I no longer want to hide, arching my back as best I can with mylimbs teathered, pushing my ass and pussy higher, they’re His to see, enjoy, to do with whatever He chooses.
Flogger strands land, stinging my skin and wetting my pussy simultaneously. Harder they fall. Switching now to leather strap, blows slapping my body, over and over. Im sinking further, deeper. More please, I beg. Sir does not withhold. Back to flogger, everywhere. Ass, back…(OMG, I love it on my back…purrrrrrr) pussy, thighs. Floating.
I think I hear Him say something about reward. I must have passed. My head is fuzzy. I hear a low hum, as the wand is put in place. I can’t help but ride. I feel Him close, watching me. Light licks, little nips, graze my skin. I hear some words, unsure what they are. Buzzing…my head is, climbing the scale. I can barely move, but my rhythm on the wand only increases, which in turn makes His licks and nips increase, so Im basically riding His face too. I work hard at keeping my brain at bay. The part that tries to slip in and tell me I shouldn’t be enjoying this..but my roaring growing orgasm is stronger, thank god. I let go of those last ridiculous thoughts…they simply float away. Im only His. He wants me. This. Every piece of me, belongs to Him. I dissolve into tiny little fragments as I come…undone. For Him.