Tap, tap, tap.....sting

I was lying over the edge of the bed on a background of white sheets. Red hair splayed. Bent at the waist. Sky high black fuck me pumps covered manicured toes. My body coved in a fishnet and black nylon teddy. A medium plug warming up my pussy. It was such a tight fit. I was waiting for my master.

I knew he'd be here soon. I had everything as he liked it. The toys were all lined up at the end of the bed. My lips were painted a deep red. And I was in the perfect position for him.

I heard the door open but I didn't move. I wanted him to enjoy the scene. I could feel myself breathing faster. I heard his footsteps. I felt his presence even though he didn't speak. His hand touched the center of my back. It was a feeling I craved. It centered me. Grounded me. After everything we did, I could always count on that feeling.

His hand moved up and down my body. He pushed my hair to the side so that he could put a small kiss on the back of my neck. That would be the lightest touch that I'd receive today.

I felt him move away from me. There's something about that anticipation. Not knowing what's coming. My only job to receive and enjoy.

The first thud landed hard. I jumped. It was a heavy paddle. Leaving a deep penetrating blow. It felt like my whole ass cheek was heating up. It was followed by another and another. These were new. Harder than I was used to. He pushed between my legs and used his thigh to wedge the plug deeper into my pussy.

"You turn such a lovely shade of pink," my master said. "But I want you porn star red today. Can you take it?"

"Yes master. I'll take anything from you."

His hand rubbed across my ass. Soothing. Then I felt him reach and I knew it would begin again. Slower now. The strokes came moving cheek to cheek. He was like a conductor playing my body. Slow and steady just like the warmth was spreading.

My body was squirming. Between the plug and the spanking, my pussy was soaked. He reached between my legs and began work on my clit. Rubbing and teasing as stroke after stroke landed on my ass. All along, he'd stop and take time to enjoy his handiwork.

I was so close to cumming when I felt him move away. When he returned, he pulled the bottom of the teddy to the side and I felt lube run down my ass. One hand worked fingers into my hole, while the other was rubbing my clit. After a few minutes, I felt the plug at my tightest entrance. He pushed it in in one single move. My back arched and I was filled completely. Ass and pussy both at capacity. He pulled the bottoms back to hold everything in place. His tongue ran across my ass, helping to ease the burn while flaming another internally.

Then I felt it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sting! That sharp piercing stripe of pain. He was using the dressage whip. A device designed to keep stubborn equine in line could bring me to the edge. It was a blazing heat. Much different from the heat that was spread evenly across my ass earlier. This whip was evil. Languid. Precise. Sensuous.

It was so slow. Then it began again. Tap. Tap. Sting! The popper on the end made it feel like lightning on my cheeks. The burn was intense. I knew he loved seeing the thin welts. He was so patient. Planning the next strike to hit the perfect mark.

Tap. Tap. Tap. I tried to keep the muscles relaxed hoping to take just some of the edge off the stroke. It never worked. When I heard the swish of the whip it was an automatic reaction. Sting!

He leaned in again his hand snaked under my body. He was merciless in how he toyed with my clit. Rubbing and teasing. My thighs trembled. He knew I was going to cum.

"That's right babydoll," he whispered. "Show me how much you like my touch. Cum for me."

Just a few more flicks of his fingers and I came apart. My knees bent and my thighs clenched. The intensity of my orgasms with him always surprise me. He stroked me all the way through it.

"Now, straighten back up. We're not done yet."

I knew what was coming. The flogger was his favorite. I felt his hands between my legs. He removed the plugs. I still felt full. But I wasn't empty for long. The emptiness was replaced with the vibrator. He dialed it up to a medium intensity. My clit was already sensitive and my pussy grabbed around it, greedy for more.

I felt the suede tails dragging across my back. Lightly tickling; Disguising the bite that was to come. He undid the tie that held the sheer lingerie in place across my back. I knew he liked a blank canvas. Then he began. The first stroke landed under my left shoulder blade. Then a second. A third. He moved. The right side was next. Three more just like those. All the while the vibrator buzzed. I couldn't think. Each stroke bringing a bite of pain mixed with the erotic pleasure of the toy combined to drive me wild with passion.

Over and over he continued. As he moved up and down my back I felt my pussy tighten and knew I was going to fall over that edge. I knew he wouldn't stop until I did. Three more strokes of the devil's toy and I lost it.

"Turn over," he commanded and I did. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his cock. God he felt so good in me. So much better than any toy. My ankles were on his shoulders and his hand were gripping my thighs. I could feel the heat on my back and ass, now that I was laying on them.

He fucked me hard. Just like I liked. Then right before he came, he pulled out.

"Get on your knees."

I hurried to comply because I knew I was getting a treat. He tapped his cock on my lips. "Open up," he said. And I did with a smile.

He fucked my mouth as I stroked his cock and balls. Soon he was filling me with his cum. I swallowed every drop and licked my lips. His cock had rings of red lipstick as I dragged my tongue once more down the length of him making sure I took every drop.

"Come here angel," he said as he offered his hand to help me stand. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me.

It was our love song - played across the entire keyboard. The thud of the bass notes. The sting of the highs. And all the notes in between blending to make a melody so sweet.

 His hands stroked softly up and down my back and over my hips. It was my favorite time. My head rested against his chest. That feeling of being so close. Held. Cherished.