wasn’t.
“Alright. What about ‘safeword’ for now until you come up with something you like better?”
“That sounds fine.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her belly. “Do you trust me, babygirl?”
She played with his dreads with trembling fingers. “I do. I know it might sound strange, but I do.”
“It doesn’t actually. I trust you.”
“You do?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t be sharing this side of myself with just anyone. Hell, my lawyers would have me makin’ you sign shit, nondisclosures and all that.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Nah. Fuck that, I just want to be with you.”
“That’s what I want too.” She might be scared, but she was willing to do what he asked anyway. The realization made his chest tighten.
“Good girl. Now I want you to come to the end of the bed. Stand with your legs apart, bend over and hold the end of the bed.”
The bed had an elaborately carved pattern of leaves and scrolls. Carmen found a place to hold with each hand and leaned over like he asked.
“Stay there,” he instructed, giving her bottom a smack as he walked past her to his closet.
The closet, which was the size of most people’s guest rooms, housed several drawers specifically for toys of the adult variety.
Hmm. What to choose. Looking over the various options, he chose a long black leather flogger. Being that this was the first time he would be doing this with Carmen, he opted for one with a lighter sting. His intention was not to blister her, but to introduce her to the idea of submission. Picking it up, he appreciated the feel of the leather and the weight of it in his hand. He would enjoy flogging her with it.
When he came back into the bedroom, her eyes flew to the leather whip in his hand and its mini tails.
“I’m going to flog you for two reasons. First, because it will introduce you to what it’s like to submit to my will. I know it might be scary, but I will not hurt you. If you feel like it’s hurting too badly, you may use your safeword. Second, because it will bring the blood to the surface of your skin and potentially increase your arousal by raising your endorphin levels, which can make things more pleasurable.”
“Okay,” she said with a determined stare.
Good. He liked a girl with gumption, and he needed one with staying power.
With the flip of his wrist he brought the first strike down on the alabaster skin of her back. The leather made a soft thudding sound as it made contact with her flesh.
She flinched, but otherwise seemed intact.
He let fly another stroke of the whip. And another until he developed a pattern that ran from her buttocks up her torso, up one side then down the other. The smell of leather wafted through the air as he pulled his arm back to prepare for the next blow, and the welcome sound of pleasure rose from her lips.
“You like that, babygirl?” he crooned.
“I do. It doesn’t really hurt. More like a little sting, but it feels good.”
“That’s it, baby. Go with it.”
“Yes, sir.”
He raked the tails across her backside until her skin began to pinken. At that point he set the flogger down and stood behind her.
“Now back up a step and lean over and grab your ankles.”
This flustered her. “What?” she asked, clearly stalling.
“I’m going to inspect you.”
“For what?” she asked, leaning over hesitantly.
“My pleasure.”
“I’m not sure I can grab my ankles. I’m not very flexible.”
“Hmm. You might want to work on some daily stretches then. But for now grab your legs as low as you can go.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and grabbed her lower calves.
He cupped her sex with his hand, and he could feel the heat coming from her most intimate region. Smacking her pussy a few times elicited a small cry from Carmen, and he could tell it was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.
Breaking in a virgin to BDSM was an intoxicating experience. No one would need drugs or alcohol when an experience like this
Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry