he says "fucktoy" like it's a bad thing

With the blindfold over my eyes and the ball gag in my mouth, all I can do is smell leather and pussy.

My arms are bound in thick white rope Jeannie-style: before my chest and under my boobs. I look like I just have to nod my head and blink to make my wish come true, but perhaps I already have and it already is.

Donny has piled pillows pasha-high on the bed. I am unceremoniously bent over them; my chin is propped up on my rope-bound wrists and my ass, which I cannot see, which I must imagine, forced as I am in this nose-down, coccyx-up posture, a position that not so much suggests my submission as it enforces it, my imagined ass flowers large and glowing, a hot-house blossom, large and mysterious and faintly dangerous. My ass, exposed as it is to Donny’s eyes and my fecund imagination, embodies both fascination and revulsion.

If Donny has unceremoniously pushed me, bound, blinded and later gagged, over the pasha pillows, he has chosen to lay his tools methodically next to me. He all but uses a t-square. Precise parallel lines separate the flogger, the spanker, the hairbrush. Donny, being an engineer, appreciates linear order. He adores my curves, those florid lines that limn my verging on obscene body, but his love of meticulous rigidity defines his soul.

The bed, then, as he has arranged it, is a yin/yang of chaos and order, of my tortuous body and his implements of pleasurable torture.

I am getting spanked. I asked for it. I have no one but myself to blame. I remind myself of this fact as some implement zings! pops! and swats! radiating a zippy-poppy heat on my ass. (This pop-pause-pfatt of pain, I would learn later, was caused by the spanker.) I don’t need to remind myself of anything as Donny flogs me. The flogger sweeps, falls, thuds like fat summer raindrops. It feels like dry liquid pleasure. I need not remind myself of anything while I’m flogged; I need not think.

The other pieces, though, those cause me sharp inhales of breath, not unlike the sound that a knife makes when it cuts through something firm and crisp like a green apple. I take these quick apple breaths when Donny hits me with the spanker and the hair brush. He strikes me in rapid accelerated beats, like a kitschy drum solo, like a machine gun on speed, like an engine moving from first to third gear. I remind myself I asked for it. I feel my ass muscles involuntarily tightening under each swat. I feel like a pony.

Donny shoves a towel under my knees. Vaguely I wonder why. I suppose I’m getting wet. Later, he’ll tell me that as he spanked me, I started to drip wet viscous stalactites from my pussy onto the bed. Funnily enough, I don’t recall feeling turned on. I only remember the vicious swats, the leather thuds, the blissful benediction of the flogger’s leather rain. I don’t remember feeling hott, only bothered.

“When I do this to you,” Donny says from behind me, “I just want to fuck you like an animal. You look like my fucktoy.” He pauses. “It’s hard to control myself.”

There on the bed, propped on pillows, rope biting into my wrists, drooling both fore and aft, I wonder why he bothers to control himself at all.

With the blindfold on my eyes and the gag in my mouth, all I can do is smell leather and pussy.

Comments

[Greg]

Wonderfully written! Lovely language, indelible imagery.

[Kristin]

"the blissful benediction of the flogger’s leather rain" ... "I wonder why he bothers at all"

For love, surely. For love. For you.

To beat such intellect into submission is no mean feat. To silence such words and hear a hiss instead must be the epitome of masculinity - and a searing loss.

I like you so, I like you both. I so like you both together.

[Eve]

You are a lucky woman. That's all I can say.

Eve

[Angela St. Lawrence]

Jeezuz, girl! Your prose, as I said once before, is pure poetry. Marry this man and live happily ever after, now and forever...AMEN!

(Please disregard first post, as I forgot a comma--an unforgivable sin, when commenting at your f**king, incredible and delicious blog.)

xo, Angela

[jsull]

shit
wow
awesome descriptin
stirring to say the least
js

[Calico]

Oh, my. I think I have to go solicit a spanking now. Back later.

[The Man With Secrets]

Outstanding. I flogged someone for the first time (for both of us) recently, and I've found it hard to put into words the intensity of the experience from my side. You've expanded my understanding of what was happening on the other end of the tails. Thank you.

[m]

I've got goosebumps from having had the experience of reading this phenomenal writing. It's better than perfect. Bravo! Thank you! Nothing compares, you are the very best writer.

[Secondhand Rose]

I adore the combination of arousal and fear -- not just the 'be careful what you wish for' variety, but the stuff of vainity. As in, "My ass, exposed as it is to Donny’s eyes and my fecund imagination, embodies both fascination and revulsion."

It's the mix that makes it hot. In the living and the reading.

[S.P.]

I take it back -- you're BETTER than Hitch_____ at inspiring visual imagery....

[S.P.]

Oops, I obviously meant "inspiring MENTAL imagery"!!!

[MonMouth]

He bothers to control himself because this kind of pleasure demands to be savoured.

Yum, superb post.

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