Z Part 2 - Blade

He yanked me up by the collar and led me roughly over to the closet, pulling my arms up over my head. As He secured my wrists to the top of the door He pressed my face against the cool, hard wood. my toes barely reached the floor, and i perched there, half-standing, half-hanging, feeling incredibly, wonderfully exposed…naked…vulnerable. i could hear Him walk away to get something, and, when He came back, i felt a

cold, sharp pinch

run along the curve of my ass

wickedly

biting in and sliding across my skin. First i thought, with a moan, oh, god, this feels so good, and then i suddenly panicked. As i asked out loud, with a tremble in my voice, “what is it, Sir?” He chuckled

and i thought

Fuck, what a stupid way to die

as He grabbed my hair and yanked my head to the side, holding the knife in my face – a grim blade made to penetrate and terrorize…black and cruel and

oh so sharp

He ran it down my back and i tried not to move, afraid i’d cut myself by shuddering. On my shoulders it felt like heaven, making me arch and moan, but on my poor, abused bottom, already red from spankings and paddling, it made me cry out in pain, and i was sure He was drawing blood. Already i’d forgotten how to speak, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, trying to stay still as he traced cruel lines in my skin, breathing hard and desperately wishing for a gag to bite into.

And then remembering to say, almost too quietly to be heard,“Thank You, Sir.”

He paused and i heard the whisper of His flogger moving through the air between U/us before it hit my back, and i relaxed, arching my back to take it all in. In a steady rhythm, first gently, then harder, he laid into me

left…right…oh yes…left…ohhh, thank You, Sir….right…left…yesss…right…

The pace quickened and my moans bled into each other as breathing became growling became thank You, Sir as i tried to hold myself up with my aching wrists. He hit me harder - i was forgetting to breathe, waiting in tensed silence for the next hit, feeling the adrenaline surge through me. As He raked His nails down my back, i growled low, sliding out of myself and into something primal, animal. He hit harder and faster as W/we growled together, forcing His knee between my thighs, holding me up and pressing me flat, as i rubbed against Him, snarling and panting like an animal.

But that was just the beginning…