You hold the thin leather straps up to my face and slide them across my lips. The scent fills my senses as you order me to kiss the restraints you plan to bind me with. You do this because you want me to love my bondage and to cherish my restraints, and you do this because I must understand that my surrender must be willing, that my submission is an act of love – and so I must also love the instruments of pain and pleasure, of freedom and imprisonment.
You have taught me the difference between such things and what each word truly means. You have punished me with pain and have rewarded me with pleasure. You have tortured me with prison and liberated me with freedom. These lessons have been hard, but I know that I am better because you’ve shown me that I can be better, you’ve taken away the confusion, the questions, and you’ve replaced doubt with clarity. I now know who and what I am, and I am secure in my place.
I used to think you cruel for the things you do to me, but I know now why you do them, and I am grateful that you love me enough to teach me and care for me; so I do not question why you punish me anymore. It is enough to know that I must be punished, and so I trust, and obey.
You hold the leather cuff up to my mouth as you stare into my eyes and order me to kiss each end. The bitter taste of leather stings my tongue as you hold it against my lips before sliding it down and securing it around my left wrist. You do this four times, and each time another of my limbs is secured with a leather embrace; each wrist, and each ankle. You order me to stand and I rise before you; my nude shackled body stark before the cold wall as you lead me to the center of the room and order me to kneel.
I can’t explain why I feel so safe when you put my restraints on my body but I do, and it’s this feeling of protection, of absolute safety in your care which always calms me.
You run your fingers through my hair and move it away from my face. You order me to tilt my head back and open my mouth, and I’m struck with a moment of terror – you’re going to gag me.
I beg and plead with you not to gag me, not to fill my mouth, not to deny me my voice, but you calmly reassure me and tell me that it’s necessary, that there is a lesson I must learn, a punishment I must endure. I close my eyes tight as you once again order me to open my mouth. I do as I’m told but I don’t want to watch, I don’t want to see the gag before it’s on me – I’m afraid and you know I’m afraid but you persist and I soon feel the large cock head shaped gag enter my mouth. Instinctively I close my lips around it and take as much of it into my mouth as I can. This is a reflex you’ve taught me to do when a cock is put into my mouth; to immediately close my lips around it and suck hard. I do this and hold the gag between my lips as you secure the strap around my head.
I look up into your eyes as I’m kneeling on the hard floor and wonder again why you’ve done this to me. You bend down and run a finger across my cheek; you’re kind now and caressing my face. I watch you stand as you reach over and take out my blindfold and walk towards me. I expected this – you always cover my eyes to protect me. I know there are things you don’t want me to see and you always know when to do this. I feel safe with my blindfold on because I know that you’re doing this to spare me some measure of what you need to do, and in doing so, you’ve taught me compassion.
You slip the black cloth around my head and cover my eyes. I am in complete darkness. I can hear you as you walk around me and I can sense you bending down in front of me as you take both of my wrists and slip a locking shackle through the rings of my restraints. I watched you earlier as you drilled three large eye bolts into the floor and I know that you’re going to lock me to them. One for my wrists, always bound together; two for my legs, always spread apart.
I’m bound to the floor. I resist the urge to test my prison because you’ve taught me not to. You’ve taught me to trust that when you secure me that there is no escape – so I wait still – waiting on the floor for you to punish me.
You’re always quick now when you need to punish me. Not so long ago you tormented me and taught me patience, and I have never forgot that lesson, but you will be quick with me, I know you will, so I wait, and it comes.
The first taste of pain comes against my pussy. You strike my flesh with the short leather strap, the broad thick hide stings fast but quickly passes but not before another blow lands against my bare ass, this time harder. I want to cry out but I can’t, and I find that each time you strike me I suck harder on the cock you’ve stuffed into my mouth. You’re swift and brutal in dispensing my punishment and I lose track of how many times the leather has met my flesh – my cunt aches, swollen and sore from your beating, yet so wet, so hungry, so demanding to be filled. You haven’t given me permission to come and I try and hold back the flush of pleasure which always comes between each blow. You know this about me, and you know that you can and have made me come from my punishment, but I can’t, I can’t come, I have to wait, oh god I want to come so bad, I want you to let me, I want you to beat me into submission and make me your whore who comes from the sting of a leather whip.
I feel your fingers caressing the welts in my flesh, the scent of my desire fills the room, the scent of my wet cunt is everywhere, and I know the drug will soon begin to take your mind – my mouth is filled with the cock and all I can do is suck hard – I almost want to hate my gag, but you’ve taught me to cherish this as much as I cherish my other bonds, such pleasure of having a cock in my mouth as you whip my imprisoned body, delivering me equal portions of pleasure and pain.
You’re touch is soft now, gentle, and I know my punishment is almost complete. Maybe you’ll let me come for you and show you how good I can be. I feel you kneel behind me, the head of your cock sliding up and down along my wet slit before you plunge deep inside me. You love to take me when I’m bound this way, and I know you’ll be pleased with me again. I suck the cock in my mouth hard as you slam your body against my red stinging ass. With each thrust the pain wells up again but I love this pain, I love this paradox of torment and delight. You fuck me hard, deliberate, and I hear your voice tell me to clench my cunt around you, that you’re going to come inside me, and then you say those words I’ve been longing to hear… permission to come. I can’t hold it back any longer and as I pull on the cock in my mouth my pussy quivers and the shudder rips through my body as your cock throbs and pumps inside my silky velvet walls and my punishment, and my reward, are complete.
