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By the Sea Part III
"Now let's be sure you stay in the proper position, little one,"
Mistress spoke as I assumed the position she wished, bent at the waist,
my legs partly spread, and my upper torso resting on the wooden patio
table. She took some rope that had been out on the patio since the
previous day and tied my ankles, each one to the table's legs, and my
wrists, separately across the table and down to the legs. The rope was
not coarse or fiber-y, and so chafing would be minimal. I was
effectively helpless and completely under her control. Finally she put a
blindfold over my eyes, which added to the delicious feeling of
helplessness I experienced. What a marvelous Domina she was, and how
well she knew how to help me offer her maximum trust and submission.
"I wonder if anyone will be walking the beach this morning," my Lady
?innocently? commented. Our cottage was on a private beach with the
nearest neighbors? sections of beach out of sight from where we were;
however, on a couple of previous occasions we had seen people walking
the waterline past our patio.
"If I do, dear, I?ll just go into the cottage until they have passed.
Too bad for you--you?ll have to stay out here." I could feel the grin on
her face.
My face reddened simply from the thought of others seeing me.
"Yes, what a sight you?ll be for them--tied to the table with only your
pretty white panties on," she continued, laughingly. "They may be able
to see your nail polish, sissy."
My cock came to full erection as I saw the scene she was painting. How
foolish I would look to them. They would know that I was a sissy and see
that I was tied and helpless, and they probably would laugh aloud. I
felt the scary/exciting humiliation that being seen this way would
create.
My wife/Mistress reached between my legs and felt my hard cock. "You are
such a little slut!" she giggled. "You love to put on a show for people,
don?t you?"
"Yes, Mistress," my voice was distorted by the excitement I felt. "Thank
you for making me look like a slut."
"You?re welcome, my little one," she replied. Her voice was low and warm
as she and I shared the intense excitement and joy that our play created
within and between us.
"You are my own little slut, my good little slut," she spoke quietly and
tenderly. How much I wanted to please her, and how indescribably
fulfilling it was when she confirmed her pleasure in my submission and
her love for me!
I awaited the first blow of the paddle with that delicious mixture of
hope and fear that only a subbie can know. My Lady was wonderfully
skilled at knowing just how long or short to make the wait for the first
stroke and between subsequent strokes to keep me in constant, delicious
uncertainly.
WHAM! The paddle kissed my flesh, and the resulting pain caused me to
exhale sharply and make a little mew in response. (My wife had told me
that she loved seeing the look on my face as the pain was given and
described it as one in which my face sort of screwed up with my eyes
shut and my lips pursed.) She of course felt the wonderful (to her) jolt
of power as I felt the pain.
She delivered two more sharp, stinging blows, then asked, "Feeling a bit
warmer now my little sissy?"
"Yes, Mistress," I quickly replied.
"Good, good," she stretched both words out. "I want to be very sure that
wearing my ?special? panties isn?t unpleasant for you."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"Here?s some more heat for you," and she returned to a paddling that
covered every part of my pantied bottom, with occasional blows delivered
to the back of my upper thighs." The sharp, burning pain soon had me
twisting my middle against the table as far as the ropes would let me.
The tip of my cock touched the bottom of the table as each blow of the
paddle caused me to move a few inches forward and up, and between blows,
I was able to rub against the table.
Stopping after delivering perhaps twenty blows, Mistress bent over me
and put her arms around me. Her lips close to my ears, she murmured,
"You are so good, little sissy. I am proud of how well you?re taking the
pain." I smelled the scent of her perfume, a subtle but delicious
sweetness of musk, and felt the warmth of her body. Her hair brushed
against my cheek. Her breasts rested against my back and I could feel
the hardness of her nipples through her blouse. The warmth of her body
caressed mine. "Do you love me, sissy?" she asked.
My reply was one in which I attempted to pour out the devotion, love,
admiration, and gratitude I felt for her, but the power of the emotion I
felt made it hard for me to speak. I was near tears. She spoke to me
quietly: "Shhhh, shhhh, little one. I know, I know." There was deep
emotion in her voice, too.
"I need this so, much, Mistress," I was crying.
"I know you do, sweetie." Her words were gentle, and her love was clear.
"I know you do." I sensed that she, too, was near tears. There had been
times between us when the intensity of what we felt for one another
expressed in D/s had found us both crying.
She sighed, then said, "Let?s see if those panties are still wet." Her
voice was brisk, and she had moved back from her embrace of me. I felt
her hand caress my bottom cheeks, and I pressed back against the cool
softness of her palm as much as the ropes would allow.
"Why, little one," she exclaimed in mock surprise, "if I didn?t know
better, I?d think you were asking to be fucked!"
I moaned out of my excitement and the humiliation her words intensified.
I was her pantied little sissy, and I very much did want her to fuck me.
"These panties seem pretty dry, but let?s be sure." She returned to my
paddling, and each blow she now landed was hard. The air rang with the
sound of the leather paddle slapping against my ass, and the pain was
intense. I went into subspace and was lost in the world of warmth and
intensity, in which the pain continues but recedes in consciousness.
Time stood still, and I have no idea how long the paddling continued.
I returned to reality (and a very painful one!) as I felt her gently
caressing my bottom, her hands cool and soothing, and heard her words of
praise. She untied the ropes, and I slowly straightened up, my body
stiff and muscles complaining of the awkward position in which I had
been bound. I became aware of the continuing presence of the buttplug in
my ass. While bent over, during the spanking, it had not taken effort to
keep it in, but now, again, I had to clench my buttocks as it
occasionally moved inside me.
My Lady took me in her arms and just held me for a moment, then stepped
back and said, with an undercurrent of intense excitement, "We need to
go inside, little slut." She pointed with an index finger to the ground,
and I crawled after her, into the cottage.
More domination, humiliation, and love to come in Part IV.
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