He tugged my panties together in the middle, exposing more of my skin to the air. "Now this will sting at first. Give it a chance. Try to embrace it. Pain and pleasure are closer than most people realise." He rubbed my ass tenderly. "Are you ready?"

I quivered. I didn't know if I'd ever be ready. But nonetheless I found myself nodding.

With my eyes covered, I couldn't even see it coming. One second his hand was resting lightly against me, the next it was crashing into my left cheek. The pain was hot and sharp and instant, like a tiny explosion against my skin. I grunted through gritted teeth.

The blows began to fall in a steady rhythm. There was no conversation, just the meaty crack of flesh on flesh. At first, I felt nothing but pain. My skin burned under the onslaught, and every slap seemed to sting a little more than the last.

But as my body adjusted, a strange sense of peace began to settle over me. Each smack was as inevitable as the last, so rather than shy away, I did as he'd suggested. I began to embrace them. They still stung on a physical level, but gradually I began to realise that there was more to the experience than just pain.

My skin had grown more sensitive than I'd ever thought possible, and every touch sent waves of sensation rolling through me. Pain and pleasure wound themselves together, until it was difficult to see where one ended and the other began. It was an exhilarating combination.

There was also something incredibly erotic about being turned over Sebastian's knee, having him do those things to me. With the ropes, I'd given control over to him, and now he was exercising it. The intense display of dominance I'd witnessed while crouched in the wardrobe was now directed at me. And it felt fantastic. The simple satisfaction of complete submission.

Again, Sebastian showed an uncanny ability to read me. "You see? It feels good doesn't it?"

"Yes," I replied. And I meant it.

Feeling more confident, I began to experiment. I shifted against him, lining my crotch up with the curve of his thigh. The next blow caused them to grind together, chasing the pain with a tremor of ecstasy. My cries began to dissolve into moans as the line blurred even further.

With the last of my resistance bleeding away, everything began to take on a new dimension. The ropes that I'd struggled so hard against became exciting in their strength. My blindness, once terrifying, now amplified every sensation. I was no longer afraid to discover what wicked secrets Sebastian had planned; I was excited.

He paused and ran his hands lightly over my burning flesh, soothing it in small circles. "Mmm, cherry red. I love a good spanking. I'm not really much of a sadist as far as doms go — whips and chemicals are a bit beyond me — but the sight of a girl bent over my knee, red ass in the air, just drives me wild."

His fingers slid down and slipped inside my panties, parting them to one side, causing me to moan in anticipation. "It looks like I'm not the only one who enjoyed that," he said, running his fingers slowly up my slit. "It's a pity you can't feel how wet you are for yourself. But I think I can do one better."

There was a pulling sensation against my legs and a loud rip. He'd torn my panties free! I opened my mouth to object, but before I got out so much as a word, he crammed them between my lips.

"You were wondering what the ribbon was for," he said, as I felt something soft loop around my head. "Well now you know. I want you to taste yourself, to taste how wet I made you. I want you to understand how much you enjoyed getting bound and spanked."

The scent of my arousal was almost overpowering. It filled my nostrils and rolled down my throat. He was right; I'd never been so turned on before.

He tied the ribbon off behind my head. "Perfect."

With the gag in place, my helplessness grew. One by one, my freedoms were being stolen away. I couldn't move, I couldn't see, and now I couldn't even talk properly. He'd reduced me to little more than a life-sized doll that he could pose and play with however he wished.

"Seeing as your mouth is currently occupied, if you want me to stop at any point, clap your hands. Understand?"

It hadn't occurred to me that my safe word would be useless, but once again his experience shone through. I nodded.

"Excellent. You know, you're doing so well, I think you've earned a reward."

I nodded again eagerly. My whole body ached for him, begging to be satisfied.

For a few agonising seconds nothing happened. I began to think maybe he had another surprise in store, but then his finger was pushing into me. I moaned into the gag.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he said, slipping past my folds with liquid smoothness. "I love that I can do this to you. You have no idea how hard it makes me, seeing you like this."

I made a noise, something between a cry and a plea. His finger felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I bucked against him, pushing him deeper, and he responded, siding in to the lowest knuckle and crooking his finger in a 'come hither' gesture that made my insides melt.

"God, you're greedy tonight aren't you? Well, I've never been one to turn down an invitation." A second finger joined the first, stretching me wider, while the rough pad of his thumb found my clit and began to work it in slow circles.

I knew I wouldn't last long. The night's intricate, sensuous torture had my body humming just millimetres below the edge. I braced myself against his legs, preparing for that sweet release to come tearing through me.

But right as I was on the brink, he pulled away.

"Now, now," he said over my wordless protests, "remember what I said earlier? You can't come without permission. Your orgasms are mine."

He set me down on my knees on the bed. There was a rustling of material, but I barely noticed, too focused on the pleasure inside me that was slowly ebbing away. I'd been so close!

"You know with a lot of practice, I may be able to teach you to come for me on command," he said, stroking my back soothingly. "I gave one girl a screaming orgasm in a crowded mall with just simple instructions. It's amazing what people are capable of when they truly surrender themselves."

It sounded ridiculous. Orgasms were hard enough to achieve the regular way. I doubted any level of submission would change that.

"I know you probably don't believe me. It's true, you're a long way from being able to do that, but you might be closer than you think."

His fingers wrapped tightly around my hips as he leaned in close. "Now I want you to come for me," he growled, and with a single violent thrust he rammed his cock inside me.

The effect was instantaneous. My orgasm roared back to life, exploding through my body in a surge of muscle curling warmth. The breath drained from my lungs as my pussy clenched tight around his hardness, until I was sure I must be hurting him. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.


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