After much teasing, and one viewing of _Pulp Fiction_, Gregory and I ended up back at his place. The movie is not to bad.....Go and see it if you can take lots of blood.......It's incredibly funny if you like dark comedies.
Gregory dug out my collar, looked at me for a moment, then told me to have the bed made, my collar on, and be kneeling on the bed naked by the time that he returned to the room. Then he walked out, leaving me to ponder just what parts of what we had been teasing about all day he would do to me when he got back.
Being the good little obedient thing that I am *snortgiggle*, I was waiting for him just as he had told me to be. He walked back into the room and over to the dresser that had several candles on them, lit them, and grabbed his bag on the way back to the bed. Taking out the satin cord flogger, he started to drag it over my back.
People have often wondered if it is possible to train someone to come, just from a certain implement, and my answer to them would have to be yes. In a previous session, Gregory had used this flogger on me enough that just the softest brushing can start me headed in the direction of an explosive orgasm. But it had been a while, so some of that training had worn off. He chose then to reinforce the training and started to send the tails thudding into my body over and over. Each stroke built and added to the crest that was building slowly, until he started placing his blows directly between my thighs, the soft cords brushing over my inner thighs on the backswings.
I quickly started writhing in pleasure as he alternated the blows across my body and succumbed to it, giving Master the gift that he wanted. It pleases him to no end to know that he can make me loose control whenever he wishes.
While I lay there, panting softly and recovering, he pulled out the leather blindfold that he bought on one of his many excursions to somewhere. It's smell is enough to put me into a light headspace, but when he slips it over my eyes, everything seems to become sharper and more clear. He settled it over my eyes and the stretched out beside me on the bed. His voice was low and clear as he told me to make myself comfortable and that it was time to start my training.
You see, I would very much like to be able to take him all the way into my throat. THe problem is that I have an incredibly strong gag reflex that makes it difficult to do. After settling down beside him, I spent the next thirty minutes trying to slide him past that little catch point at the back of my throat. The downside is that I never made it past there. though i did manage to get further than I had previously. The upside was that my mouth hadn't felt that fucked in a long time. There was a nice little burning at the entrance of my throat.
I was resting against him, all nice and contented-like, when he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my arms behind me, and cuffed them there. He then took a rope and pulled it through and around the hooks connecting the two cuffs before wrapping a loop of it around my neck loosely. His voice hissed in my ear telling me that if I dropped my hands lower than they were now, they would pull on the rope, which would tighten around my neck. My body shivered lightly at his words and I closed my eyes, knowing what would happen next.
Master pulled my hips up and thrust himself into me, using me for his pleasure, knowing that I like it when he does so, knowing that I like it when he cares little about my pleasure and only takes what he wants. Bracing himself, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them down and out, tightening the rope around my neck as he started fucking me harder and calling me his little whore. I could feel the breath hissing out of my body, becoming harder to breathe in each time as he pulled back harder on my wrists. My body started to shake and t tensed into a tight arch and then went limp as we both found release and he let go of my wrists.
Snuggling together later, after he had unbound my wrists, I kissed his palm softly and then went to sleep thinking about the love and trust that the two of us share.
Thank you Master, for a wonderful evening.
