An hour before i was told to arrive at Miss Carrie's i made sure to shower, taking care to shave and make myself as clean and sweet smelling as possible. i applied a minimal amount of makeup, so that She may see how pretty i am but not mask myself. On the drive over i played some of my favorite music to calm myself, picturing how to act and speak and hope that i didnt make an ass of myself.
Dogs.Dogs everywhere. I walked in to the living room and sat by the door, covered in rowdy basset hounds, trying to hide in the familiar love of animals.I was told before hand the ashe wasent going to be in pants, i never really processed the thought until i was sitting beside him on the floor, seeing his cock in a clear chasity cage. when he left the room i glanced at Miss Carrie, trying to ask without saying, "uhhhm?" She merely laughed and said "a guy shouldent have that nice of an ass". Miss and ashe were open, funny, relaxed and welcoming. Not once did i feel immature, uncomfortable or out of place like i had worried. Through the course of the night, Miss took care to touch me, playfully tickling my side and running Her nails down my leg, familiarizing me with Her touch.
The night consisted of leisurely watching the newest episode of the walking dead, playing phase ten and having tales from the crypt play in the backround. Small talk, and many jokes later, ashe asks what we should do now and the bottom dropped out of my stomach as Miss Carrie looked into my eyes "i want to play with her". She commanded me to go into the play room and followed close behind, telling ashe to put on music. A beautiful soothing tune filled with flutes swelled into the room, instantly relaxing me. She began by taking my glasses off, running Her fingers through my hair, over my face, eyelids and lips. She lifted my shirt above my head and kissed along my jawline, clasping me to Her neck and squeazing me. i felt...safe, excited and wanting only to show Miss how willing i was to please Her. She ran her long nails down my bare abdomen, tickling me and sending me a step closer to space. Its intensely erotic, having someone undress you, being totally in their control. i shivered as She unclasped my bra and ran Her nails down my back, making me arch tword Her.She made me step out of my pants, throwing them to the side with the rest of my clothes and told me to lie face down on the play table.
Miss ran Her hand up my calf, taking care to knead and rub the skin of my thighs, ass and back to get the blood circulating. Slow slaps began to land on my ass, jiggling the flesh, setting into a rythm. i felt myself begining to relax, feeling aroused and sleepy at the same time. The smacks paused. A heavy soft "thwack" landed across my thighs, trailing down my legs and feet as Miss began to beat me with a large sude flogger. At random times She would trace a path down the crack of my ass, tickling my lower lips and inner thighs to distract me from the impending barrage upon my backside. Miss Carrie began to bring the flogger harder and harder against my ass and back, one spot in particular felt as if it was getting the worst of the blows, right over my tailbone. i began to shake, wich was normal for me. Since i first began to ever experiance sexual things, once i get so turned on i begin to shake and would only stop if i reached sub space or would die down after about a half hour if stimulation was stopped.
Miss stoped and walked around to my head, rubbing my neck and running the tips of her nails over my scalp and down my spine. i then felt a sharp sting as a lighter, thinner flogger was brought down on my reddening ass. The already sensative spot was begining to feel on fire, hot little jolts made me wince and wring my hands, trying to keep still and quiet and show how good i was was begining to near the impossible. Miss stopped and rubbed my sore skin, murmuring what a good girl i was. i feel a warm sensation flow through me ever time She says that to me.Going to the closet and pulling out a wartenberg wheel, She began to run it across my shoulders, back and forth . it felt as if my skin was exploding from little pinpoints of pleasure, the feeling is amazing and overwhelming, it made me want to scream. Down my whole body, each leg and foot, i was in absolute ecstasy and agony and wanted it to never stop and please please end. Miss commanded me to flip over onto my back, walking behind me as She did. She began rolling my right nipples between Her fingertips, and i tried to stifle little moans. my nipples are sensative and i love having them pulled and pinched. She started clipping clothes pins in a circular spiral out from my nipple. Sharp hot pain zinged outward from every pin She put on, but She didnt stop. i began to shake violently, whimpering and grinding my teeth. That had to be one of the worst pains i have ever felt, and i thought it wasent going to end. Miss lightly tapped down on the array of pins jutting from my breast, and i squeaked. She commanded me to count down from ten with ever pin she pulled off, until She finnally yanked the last one off and slapped my breasts. Color exploded behind my clenched eyelids and i continued to shake harder. Miss came behind my head and leaned down, smothering me in her embrace and pushing my arms around her. "let it go" She whispered into my ear, nuzzling around my temple and neck and giving me slow small kisses, telling me what a good girl i was. She rubbed my belly and hips, walking around to slide a hand across my lower belly. "Take a minute and then come in here and relax" She walked into the living room, leaving me sitting on the table lost in the wonderful hazy head high that is sub space.
After going to sit with ashe by Miss Carrie's feet, She petted and carresed me until She told me it was time for me to go home. I collected the gifts She had given me, and slowly walked to my car, still a bit dazed. On the drive home, i sang loudly and felt amazing. i wasent tired, i was completely relaxed and suprisingly enough i didnt feel the need to masturbate or have sex. I was completely satisfied.
