Thinking of Switching

Today I travelled over to the hotel to meet my Master. Rushing by tube then in a taxi, I checked my phone for further instructions. My mind was ahead of me working through what was required before his arrival. The challenge of getting everything right and the  anticipation were building inside me. It was a wonderful feeling.
Dashing through the door five minutes late I flipped my shoes off, placed my bag by the bathroom door and began to run the bath. I checked the room for any notes then started to carry out my Master's instructions.

The desk is clear. I lay my toys neatly in the in order; the one I like the most I place at one end and the one I like least at the other. But I am not permitted to tell my Master which end is which. He may use one toy or all the toys depending on what he feels I deserve. Above the row of toys I place scarves and a gag.
Finally I can rest back in the bath and relax for a few moments, gently taking care to wash every part of my body before getting dressed and preparing the bathroom.

The bath is re-run with fresh hot water. The shower gel placed on the side of the bath and the shampoo at the head of the bath.
My Master is here. With my eyes closed I reach across the bath to the shower gel, squeeze a small amount on my hand and gently start to wash his body in small circular motions, taking care to wash him all over. The gel allows my hands to run smoothly over his well toned body. At first not being allowed to look seems strange and I was nervous in case I missed areas but soon I realised that by using touch alone it was far more sensual and a more intense experience. His shoulders felt strong, then down his back every muscle was defined, I could feel where the muscles sunk and changed in shape near his skin. My Master knelt for me. His bottom felt warm as I washed it in the same soft motion he would rub mine before a spanking. Mmmm thoughts of being over his knee entered my mind and made me drift for a few moments.
“I hope you are not thinking of your own pleasure?”

“No Master”

I smiled then moved on to his thighs but I could feel my nipples tingling and the desire in my pussy growing. My Master rested back in the bath I worked down to his nipples and circled my finger around them to make them hard. I bowed down almost to the point of kissing them.

“No. Carry on.”
Moving outwards lifting and washing each arm. His biceps were strong reminding me of how powerful he was in body and mind as he pulls my body close to his when we play.
Then down his stomach and around the soft most intimate parts of his body. When I stroke up and down his cock I can feel it twitching with pleasure. My hand wraps around it. Suddenly a wet finger touches my lip.
“No, you must obey and wait.”
My mouth was his not mine. His finger ran in and out teasing me. I opened my eyes slightly.
“Keep them closed or you will have to be punished”
I raised my hand to ask permission to speak. It was denied

My Master passed me the shower gel after I had finished his body.
“You have to do my hair”

With no permission to speak or ask questions fear sinks in. What if the shampoo goes in his eyes! I place one hand on his shoulder and guide the other with the showerhead cautiously up the back of his head gently running my fingers through his hair. I almost drench myself as I pass the shower back to my Master.
“You will learn.”

 The shampoo is on and massaged through, now for the scary part.

“Master did it go in your eyes”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No Master.”

“Work in silence then!”

My Master stepped from the bath I passed him the towel and he dismissed me from the bathroom to find some suitable music, preferably with a rhythm which he can work to without raising the attention of the neighbouring rooms.

My eyes go to the floor as he enters the room and sits on the chair. I feel anticipation heavy in the pit of my stomach as I kneel before him. Seconds that seem like hours pass before he beckons me to rest my head in his lap.
Whilst talking to me softly and telling me how I will be expected to behave I feel his hand across my back then gently over my bottom. The cool fabric of my dress brushes across my calves as he raises it to reveal my bottom to him. I see it through the full length mirror opposite me. His hand is warm and his touch soft but still I sense his power drawing mine away from me and into him like a magnet. The strikes of his hand warm me slowly then gradually the sharpness and intensity feel like pure heat, my hand reaches back to comfort and cool my cheeks. My Master is undressing me, exposing my body to him.

“You are mine to do with what I wish. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master”
My wrists are being tied and the blindfold placed over my eyes and the collar around my neck.

“Where are my clothes?”

“In the wardrobe Master.”

“Ok we will check.”

My Master led me to the wardrobe and stood me in front of its open doors.

“Tell me the three things you feel?”

“Your jacket Master”

“One”

“Your shirt Master”

“Two”

“Nothing else Master”

“Incorrect”

“Sorry Master I forgot to hang your trousers”

“Then I must hang something in their place. My trousers would be gripped by the hanger like this”

“Ouch!”

“My nipples hurt Master!”

He pulls the hook of the hanger up to interlock with one hanging on the rail.

“Now do you think you can hang my clothes correctly next time?”

“Yes Master.”

“Keep Still.”

My Master’s foot rests against mine spreading my legs far apart, stretching my nipples. I can feel the burning sensation of ginger in my bottom and my Masters fingers deep up inside my pussy. I am getting wetter and wetter. I want to drift into pure ecstasy but every movement causes more pain.

“I have my sub just where I want her.”

The cool strands of the flogger run up over my bottom to my shoulders then back down again. The strokes start. Soon they have drowned the pain in my nipples.

“RRRRRRRRRRRR”

I Spoke too soon, one swift stroke sent me up on my toes then down with force. My Master is placing my ball gag in my mouth.

“Now I will release you.”

My whole body braced in anticipation for the sharp pain to come. Then it was over.

The bed feels comfortable. The cool cotton against my hot back and bottom is heaven. My body relaxes and eyes close for a moment beneath my blindfold. My legs are now tied at the ankle, knee and thigh.

I am now on my stomach again. My Master has just run ice over my nipples it was so painful I wanted to scream. The ice was drawn all over my body then held over my pubic bone and clit. I could feel the cold water running between my cheeks. His other hand started to squeeze both breasts first one then the other really tightly. My breathing went shallow and then rapid as my mind tried to cope with two pains at once. Hot wax started to fall on me and my whole body started to tremble then shake. Finally the flogger struck over my breasts down my body to my inner thighs, over my pussy and across the top of my legs. Every muscle in my body was clenching to embrace each random stroke. I felt myself come.

Here and now my Master has decided to punish me for moving with 24 of the belt which he doesn’t realise is more pleasure than punishment. 18 have been given. I move and my Master starts again. 24 are now complete. My Master releases me.

I wonder what it would be like to tie up one's Master. To have him trust me as much as I trust him. To blindfold him and massage and kiss his whole body. Run silk over him or maybe ice! To put a few drops of cream on him then remove them with my lips. Would I tease him? Running my tongue around his nipple while my other hand massages his balls and cock making it hard. Then take him deep into the back of my throat until I feel his breathing change and every muscle in his body contracting ready to come.

Surely that’s not allowed! I would have to stop then start again, maybe once maybe twice.

Mmmmm - Pinning his legs to restrict him or ride on top of him. The feeling of power that controls both his pleasure and his release.

“Maybe I could just roll you over and spank your arse”

“What!”

“Bottom! Sorry Master, it must be sub space I would never think you in that way.”

Ouch, ouch, ouch........