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Restraining/Retraining
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I knew I needed something, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was.
I was happy enough. I had been getting spanked plenty, lots of
sex, we even laughed about how we have sex more in a week then
some people have in a year. I had my new saddle shoes, regular
canings and panty down OTK hand spankings, even the newly added
belt whippings! Still, I needed something.
He had been upset with me lately because I had started to become
cold and moody. His hand would reach to pinch a nipple or teasingly
swat at me and I would pull away. In the morning he would go to
touch me and his touch just hurt. I felt electric, static, out
of control. I wanted to be happy; I just felt sad.
The last scene we had, I was across his knee and my bottom glowed
bright and his fingers dipped inside me ready to make me cum.
I didn't cum, couldn't then his free hand rested on my lower back.
I wiggled and he pushed harder at my back and then I knew what
I needed. I needed to be tied up. I imagined being held down by
his free hand, forced to be still, and then I was able to cum.
That night in bed, in the dark, I told him I was sorry for how
I had been acting and I told him what I had imagined while he
had spanked me earlier. I told him that I think I needed to be
tied up, that I felt out of control. He understood.
Instead of dressing like a schoolgirl last night and putting on
my saddle shoes, I put on a silky dress, black lace panties and
my collar. We stayed in the bedroom despite having the entire
house to ourselves and he decided that I wouldn't be blindfolded
but tied face down to the bed, wrists and ankles in black leather
cuffs.
The collar seemed tight around my neck and I was more aware of
it then ever before, I controlled my breathing and my fear. I
have always had a fear of being held down, suffocating and there
are times I lose control and panic and thrash. As I lay there
testing and pulling on the bonds, breathing, relaxing, letting
the fear consume me, I felt peaceful, resigned.
There was no warm up, just immediate spanking with his belt on
my still covered bottom. He walked around the bed, whipping me,
choosing different items from the rack on the wall. The floggers
and the paddles. The large paddle made me panic. The pain was
something I couldn't handle. I went to move, to fight, to get
away, but I couldn't. I could only cry out. I suddenly felt better,
I felt free.
Then I got a foot cramp. LOL
I told him "foot cramp!!" and he untied my leg and messaged my
foot. Then once I was all better it was back to being ruthlessly
spanked with that nasty paddle again. I remember saying something
like I HATE WOOD. He asked how I felt about bamboo as he gave
me another swack with the cane, and I said I LOVE Bamboo. :)
After I had cum, he untied me. He had me roll over and he prepared
to fuck the daylights out of me. He reached to tweak a nipple
and my hand went defensively up to swat him away. (rut roh I will
never forget the look he gave me)
Here is the best part... He barked at me to turn over, then he
whaled into by already sore red well spanked butt with the belt!
OWW! This time when I rolled over face up, I was a much better
girl.
As he came, he was looking into my eyes. I feel all better now.
© 2001 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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