I know my Master will fuck me soon, but he likes me to be ready for him. He wants me dripping, begging for his cock inside me. Until then, he will play his games, make me wait.
He unbuttons his shirt, stripping it off and revealing his well-muscled body. Broad-shouldered and tight waisted, skin gleaming gold in the candlelight, he is such a handsome man; my wonderful Master. Almost from the moment we first met, I wanted him. I want him now, inside me.
He steps back and for the first time, really swings the flogger. His aim is perfect. With a snap, the lashes sting past the very tips of my right nipple, biting in as they hum past. I scream and my engorged cunt gushes, hot juices trickling down between my legs. The pain is fleeting; barely there before it is gone again, but my Master repeats the move on my other breast and, as I cry out, I writhe in my bonds, trying to escape (embrace) this pain (pleasure).