“Don’t move, don’t speak, lie still…”
The words echoed and repeated in her head again and again, she felt like she was going to faint but she knew her heart was slow and but for those words, there was no noise in her head. She could just be, without a million thoughts running through her head at once! She could just lie there and be moved without having to think of a thing.
She felt her leg being moved and her dress being straightened and then all thoughts went. She floated there no longer aware of what was being done to her. She felt and heard nothing.
He looked down at her and sighed at the sight of her. She looked like she would break if you touched her, porcelain skin, bright red lips and the longest eye lashes. He fought with the feeling of what he felt and then straightened her other leg sighing as he felt her cool skin on his fingertips.
He ran his fingers down her waist and saw the goosebumps rise and as they did, he knew he was not going to be able to fight it. He almost felt disgust at himself as he grabbed her cheeks and kissed her hard. No response made his heart thump harder and he felt the familiar feeling that almost made him breathless.
He pulled open his pants and dived on top of her, holding onto her shoulders he began to buck against her. She was a doll after all and he had nowhere to put this heat that was devouring him other than between her legs. As he lay back down beside her, he lay on his side and watched her. Nothing, nothing at all. She was beautiful.
“Open your eyes and live again my pretty doll…”
She felt her breath begin and slowly from her head down to her toes the heat began to seep back and she felt the wetness between her thighs and sighed.
She had floated while all of this had gone on around her in a place where she could not describe. It was warm though and she felt almost like her whole body was being held. She stood knowing what she had to do now. Putting it in her mouth she began to suck, licking it clean until there was only her saliva there. Reaching into his pants she unstrapped the harness releasing it into her hand and casually stroking her finger against her Lady’s lips. She wasn’t sure who she liked best, sometime as a woman she was crueler than the man who lived inside of her.
She knelt at her feet waiting for the command, she ached waiting and heard her feet walking away and sighed as softly as she could. The whip hit her back before the breathe was out of her mouth and she bit her lip trying to keep the noise inside. She didn’t think she would have heard that, but the sting across her back told her otherwise. The second hit in exactly the same place tearing a guttural squeal from through her teeth which she had clamped shut.
She felt rather than heard her standing in front of her and waited, her heart pumping. As she was yanked to her feet by her hair she opened her eyes and looked into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. It almost floored her every time she saw her like this. She stood with her hair pulled taut waiting and didn’t have to wait long. Her kisses bruised but for hours afterwards they made her feel wet when she ran her tongue along her lips and felt the bruises there.
There was blood this time and it ran down her chin in a slight trickle and all she could hear was her heart beating loudly. Her hand slowly moved forward looking for where it belonged and she felt her wrist being grabbed and stopped. She felt the tears begin to run down her cheeks and knew that she was not to get what she wanted.
The hood came over her face and she breathed deeply before it covered her completely. She could never breathe properly when it was on. The heat got to her and she was constantly on the verge of panic. She felt the arm binder being slipped on and she knew that the chain to her collar from it would come next. This time it didn’t though and she waited trying to hear through the hood what was happening. She was walked across the room and she swallowed hard knowing she was standing in front of the cross. Next moment her arms were pulled up tight above her head and she knew they were being clipped to the cross. She waited then for what was coming next.
She didn’t think anything was ever going to happen as she stood there waiting. But that was just wishful thinking and the paddle hit with such force that it took the breath totally from her. She could feel the blood begin to trickle down her legs and sighed as she fell into that space that she longed for constantly and never wanted to come back from. The hits kept coming and she felt herself reaching a crescendo at which point she began to shake her head and try to speak.
She felt the tap on her shoulder giving her permission and she let out a guttural moan that was muffled behind the hood and her knees stopped holding her up. She felt the arms around her and her arms unclipped and she felt into her arms floating between time and space.
To be continued……