The scent of you fills my head as it fills my senses. I am bound and can’t move, I am blindfolded and can’t see, but I can hear all you do, where ever you move and I can smell you as you move closer to me. That masculine scent I love so much that rolls off of you in your excitement and need for this. The musky scent of your cologne blending in and the combination making me wetter as I envision you as you move about preparing.
We decided to play on the St. Andrew’s cross today. I am facing it, bound to it by cuffs and chains. Blindfolded so I must use just my sense of sound and smell which heightens my sensitivity to your touch, your voice and the scents from both you, me and the leather you use on me. Instead of the hand, you start with a soft leather paddle. Slowly covering me with soft pops and caresses, working to cover both cheeks and backs of the thighs. It doesn’t take long before I feel a warm glow and know it is getting a pretty pink.
You stop and I feel you move, most likely to grab the next implement. I feel your approach and you kiss my left shoulder before you continue. From the first contact on my right cheek I can tell it is the larger leather paddle that is a bit stiffer with less give to it. I lean in to it at first taking the hits in until the stinging starts and I jump and moan as they get a bit harder. I can feel I am getting redder by the moment and knowing the redder I get, the warmer I get. I can smell the leather more and more as it heats up as well. I take a deep breath in and focus on the leather scent.
You stop and move once more and I hear you pick up another implement and move back to me. This time as you start it is with quick sharp pops and it being one of my favorite implements, I know it is the crop. I jump with the first couple of impacts but then settle into the rhythm. A few sharp pops has me exclaiming into the air as you say, “I know kitten, good girl,” and you continue. There are a few places on my bum and legs that are now quite sensitive when hit and each time you get to these spots I cry out.
The next hit surprises me because you have not walked away from me yet a new implement just went across my backside. One I absolutely have come to be fond of. The swish and caress of the suede flogger covers my cheeks, my thighs, my back all over and continues in this thudding, caressing manner. And as with the other implements the longer you use it the harder the lashes and thudding from the flogger that has me gasping. I take a deep breath in and my senses fill with the scent of leather and the smell of me as I get wetter with each new round.
I am tingling all over by this point and knowing you end with a sharp pop implement I await your next choice. When I realize you have not moved once again, I sense the presence of another person that is handing you the next implement. I get the faintest scent of lilac and vanilla and know it is a friend of ours that is here quite often. This knowledge has me keen to know the next implement you will use.
With the first wallop of the strap on my ass I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long unless I lost myself in my head. I cried out as the second lash came across my upper back thighs. I heard you faintly say there would be four more lashes before you were done. You sounded far away but I heard you and braced myself for them. With each one I found myself shaking more and more, crying and sobbing with each lash to my back side and when the last one made contact I was a mess. You reached between my legs to my pussy, fucking me with your fingers and knowing me as you do, told me to cum and I did, that fast. You then held your fingers up to my mouth and I could smell my essence as you slid your fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean.
At this point, you made fast work of unfastening me from the cuffs, taking off the blindfold and just holding me on your lap until I had calmed down and I was breathing steady. Our friend came over and kissed me and wiped away my tears. You then asked if I was ready to be pleasured. I looked up at you, smiled and nodded. The scents of us all enveloped me in this beautiful cocoon of pleasure I will not soon forget.
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