I was supposed to be at Domina Skye's house at 7:00 pm and it was now 7:10 as i pulled into the driveway. I looked at the clock as i turned off the engine and almost dreaded knocking on the door knowing i was so late. Normally i am not usually late anywhere as i hate being late, but it seemed much worse arriving at my Mistress's house tardy. I foolishly got caught up in checking my email and lost track of the time and now I regretted it. I rang the bell and was greeted by my Mistress. Her long crimson hair was pulled back off of her face, and in the knit black sweater that clinged to her torso and the long black skirt that draped her chunk-heeled leather boots, i couldn't help but notice that she looked simply striking. She quickly said hello and i stepped into Her house hoping she wouldn't notice that i was almost fifteen minutes late. That, of course, was too good to be true and she immediately commented on my tardiness and then told me to go downstairs, which i knew was where Her 'playroom' was located. I thought perhaps we were going downstairs for a quick smoke as we often do, but i knew that wasn't what she intended.
As i walk down the steps to Her playroom, the chill in the air increased with every step and my skin tingled with a combination of hunger and trepidation. I gaze around and take in the lividity of blackness that engulfs the room. I nervously fidget from one leg to the other as i stand in the pit of silence that seems to endlessly permeate the room as She just stares at me while she sits in Her perched chair. After an agonizing minute or two that felt like ten, Domina Skye finally gets up and walks around behind me, never taking Her eyes off of me. In a voice so barely audible i have to strain to make out Her words, she told me to remove my clothes for Her. Her voice, although almost inaudible, embodies distinctness, an aura of command and a subtle sexiness that sends a shiver throughout my body in itself. I could feel my Mistress's spellbinding eyes burn my skin and Her presence exuded a haunting power. I remove each piece of my clothing and slink out of my bra and panties. Though i'm not usually shy in the least when it comes to being nude, it would be impossible for anyone not to feel a momentary awkwardness at that first second one realizes they are stark naked. But, before that awkwardness has a chance to last, Domina Skye leads me over to the middle of the room where two chains dangle from the ceiling.
Cuffs were then fastened around my wrists and i could feel my body begin to emit a heat in anticipation. I watch as She locks each cuffed wrist to the chains slightly above my head; the chains are spaced far enough so that my arms are stretched completely from my body. I feel a blindfold slipped over my head until it completely veils my eyes and it takes a moment to adjust to the sudden pitch-blackness. Every sound, even the silence, echoes in my mind and Domina Skye's presence is even louder, almost deafening. I try to hear her steps to determine where She is in the room but i lose track in the silence. I feel my heart beat increasingly faster as i nervously wait for something to happen and for Her to do something. She startles me with a touch that sends a shiver electrically through my body as i suddenly feel her two fingers trace the back of my neck. I lean my head forward anxiously waiting for Her to touch me more, silently asking for it. A quick slap to my ass catches me off guard and i let out a short gasp.
"You weren't expecting that were you, dear?" my Mistress asks me in a voice that wasn't any louder than before.
"No, Mistress" i reply; it was a half-truth though. I did expect to be slapped, and desired it, but i hadn't expected it at that precise moment. Domina Skye merely laughed and then continued to spank my ass, each smack increasing in strength. This of course was not my first session with Domina Skye, so it wasn't too harsh...yet. She continued to warm up my butt with a fervent rhythm and then just as i was caught up in the beat so to speak, she slowly rubbed her hand over the pink glow she had just created.
"Mmmm," She says, "I just love a pink glowing ass." I can't help but smile out of slight embarrassment.
I can sense She has stepped back and wonder just what the Domina was doing now. I am startled once again as she abruptly comes up behind me and reaches over and roughly squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple between Her fingers. I let out a slight moan that She knows is an equal mixture of distress and bliss. The Domina pulls my hair in the fist of her other hand sharply pulling my head back and then brings Her whole body tightly close to mine. She gradually traipses Her hand down the front of my body letting it linger so close to my sex, but She does not let Her hand touch it. I insanely crave Her touch there but instead she instantaneously lets go of me and moves away from my body and i now feel Her standing behind me. I then feel a sudden sting lash across my back, not a very hard sting but its presence leaves a small bite on my flesh. I know the flogger She is using, I have felt its heavy suede before. Again She strikes my back, this time harder and in a different spot than before. I arch my back awaiting her next blow, it's almost a drug and i ache for it. "Thank You, Mistress," i hear myself say. She whips me again and again and i find myself drowning in the throbbing tempo. The fierce sensations running through my entire body cause my mind to begin to drift almost into a trance of ecstasy while an obvious wetness trickles from my body.
"Spread your legs," i hear Her say, barely aware of Her words. I obediently do so for Her, wondering if She is aware of the agonizing throb i am feeling in my clit. I now feel the same suede fingers of the flogger touch between my legs, and Mistress repeatedly whips that same spot, stroke after stroke and the fire it creates becomes nearly impossible to sustain. I whimper, wanting Her to stop, imploring Her to with my whines, but equally desiring my Mistress to continue at the same time. Pulses dash throughout my entire body and the intensity swells inside me. Finally She stops and i indulge in a moment of relief.
I take the time to catch my breath and gather my senses but before i am completely able to, Domina Skye brings Her leather paddle firmly across my ass causing me to wince with the sharp blow. I wasn't prepared for the sharp sting and my ass starts to heat up again. Mistress Skye then informs me that I will receive one smack for every minute that I was late that evening. I dreadfully whimper at the thought of the fourteen smacks I have coming. It could be fourteen or fifteen I figure in my mind depending on whether that first one counts. She instructs me that I am to count them out and asks if I understand.
"Yes, Ma'am, " i answer, silently praying that I can even take that many whacks of that leather paddle. One left a sting on my ass that I was still feeling, I wondered how I would get through another thirteen or fourteen.
I nervously waited for the next smack when Mistress Skye said, "that was one" and i knew that luckily she was going to count the one I already received. Even though I felt that was really lucky on my part, and really generous on Hers, I wondered whether it would really be a significant help in the long run. Before I knew it though, the paddle flew across my ass again and I quickly counted out, "Two, Mistress." Again and again Mistress struck my butt and each time I correctly counted its number. After ten slaps, she paused for a minute before delivering the eleventh and twelfth. I think luckily for me, She took some mercy on me and didn't hit me as hard as she could have, but nonetheless My ass was smarting now. I moaned slightly after each smack and continued to count. After thirteen and fourteen i was pretty glad that I was nearing the end. Finally, I received the fifteenth and final smack and I could feel a definite lingering sting on my entire ass. I figured my ass cheeks were bright red and I could tell my skin was really hot too. I also knew that was not the only part of me that was burning with fire, the inner agony of frustration that tortured me was far worse.
I wondered what was going to happen next and then my blindfold was removed and my eyes naturally strained to adjust. Domina Skye then rubbed my ass again, and the subtlety of Her compelling touch made all that torment completely worth it. She then unchained my wrists and rubbed my fingers to make sure they weren't numb. She then looked me at me and asked, "are you going to be late next time?"
"Oh no, Mistress, " i respond, "I'll never be late again. I promise."
"Good. You can get dressed now, " Mistress says.
"But, Mistress, " i begin to ask, "I don't get to___, " I hesitate nervously for a second; "I don't get to...you know? " I blurt out.
"Nope. Not this time, " She quickly answers and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which i return. "Get dressed now, " She says and I put my clothes back on and then put away the toys. I place the cuffs in the drawer and the rest of the implements i hang on the wall in their place. My body is still painfully desiring that sweet taste of relief, but I know i will have to wait until my Mistress grants me that pleasure and secretly I like that. Will i be late again? You can almost bet on it!

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