punishment. She had done well so far tonight that it wasn't warranted, but he would make sure she enjoyed this lesson.
"I don't know how, Master," she looked at the strange contraption then back at him in confusion. The top of the odd contraption was angled up and covered with bright red leather and there was a smaller platform at the bottom that she had no idea what the use was for.
Of course she wouldn't know how, he needed to remember how new she was to his world. "You will lie on your stomach," he patted the soft leather, "your arms will hang over here." He watched as she climbed up awkwardly and was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful ass lifted in the air as her head rested lower than the rest of her body. "I'm going to secure your wrist cuffs to the base here." He reminded himself to explain everything to ease her fears somewhat.
When her wrists were bound to the bench, she struggled slightly testing the strength of the bonds. Her knees rested on the smaller platform she had wondered about earlier. It wasn't uncomfortable, her face rested against the cool leather, but she did feel very exposed. She knew her rear was pushed up into the air and brought her knees together realizing he could see everything. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.
"So damn beautiful," he smiled at the incredible vision of loveliness she made, splayed so wantonly before him. Her beautiful heart-shaped ass was just asking to be slapped as she struggled slightly. His large hands went between her thighs and parted them, her sex was more exposed and he groaned. "I could take you from behind like this so easily," he spoke more to himself than her."
Her body tensed at his words, she wasn't ready for that yet, she thought in panic. She fought against the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, as his hand found her rear and caressed it softly she trembled violently.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he demanded, sensing her agitation.
She wanted to be honest with him, but for reasons she couldn't explain, she also didn't want him angry with her. "I, I'm a-afraid, Master."
"What is it you're afraid I'll do right now," his hand continued to caress her ass, then spread her cheeks feeling her tense. He knew what she was afraid of, but he wanted the words from her lips. She had to be able to talk to him.
"T-that you'll hurt me, S-sir," he had to understand what she meant she thought to herself.
"And how could I hurt you in this position?" He needed her to say the words as much as she needed to be able to talk about her own body. She was not a teenager, and should be able to discuss herself, it was part of the change he would make in her.
She struggled with the words, frustrated. She was 24 years old not 12, she thought angrily as she fought to force the words from her lips. "If you entered me, Sir" that was so as close as she could come to using the words to describe sex, her mind was already overwhelmed.
"Has someone hurt you that way before," he already knew the answer. The way she acted under his touch, the beauty of her body and the fear of being undressed, everything about her bespoke a history of abuse. He ran his hand up and down her back slowly, encouraging her to speak.
"Y-yes, S-sir," she paused before continuing, "a long time ago."
"Have you allowed anyone to touch you since then," he kept his tone soothing, wanting to draw her out. His hand moved under her hair and massaged her scalp.
"No, S-sir," she closed her eyes enjoying his soothing touch, "I never wanted to feel inferior again." As she said the words, she found the irony in her situation now. She had actually submitted herself to him to be used that way. But it was willingly, trying to make sense in her mind of why this was so different, she just couldn't do it.
"Tell me what he did to you Cayce," he needed to understand how badly she had been abused so he could help her heal. He knew without doubt that helping
"I don't know how, Master," she looked at the strange contraption then back at him in confusion. The top of the odd contraption was angled up and covered with bright red leather and there was a smaller platform at the bottom that she had no idea what the use was for.
Of course she wouldn't know how, he needed to remember how new she was to his world. "You will lie on your stomach," he patted the soft leather, "your arms will hang over here." He watched as she climbed up awkwardly and was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful ass lifted in the air as her head rested lower than the rest of her body. "I'm going to secure your wrist cuffs to the base here." He reminded himself to explain everything to ease her fears somewhat.
When her wrists were bound to the bench, she struggled slightly testing the strength of the bonds. Her knees rested on the smaller platform she had wondered about earlier. It wasn't uncomfortable, her face rested against the cool leather, but she did feel very exposed. She knew her rear was pushed up into the air and brought her knees together realizing he could see everything. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.
"So damn beautiful," he smiled at the incredible vision of loveliness she made, splayed so wantonly before him. Her beautiful heart-shaped ass was just asking to be slapped as she struggled slightly. His large hands went between her thighs and parted them, her sex was more exposed and he groaned. "I could take you from behind like this so easily," he spoke more to himself than her."
Her body tensed at his words, she wasn't ready for that yet, she thought in panic. She fought against the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, as his hand found her rear and caressed it softly she trembled violently.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he demanded, sensing her agitation.
She wanted to be honest with him, but for reasons she couldn't explain, she also didn't want him angry with her. "I, I'm a-afraid, Master."
"What is it you're afraid I'll do right now," his hand continued to caress her ass, then spread her cheeks feeling her tense. He knew what she was afraid of, but he wanted the words from her lips. She had to be able to talk to him.
"T-that you'll hurt me, S-sir," he had to understand what she meant she thought to herself.
"And how could I hurt you in this position?" He needed her to say the words as much as she needed to be able to talk about her own body. She was not a teenager, and should be able to discuss herself, it was part of the change he would make in her.
She struggled with the words, frustrated. She was 24 years old not 12, she thought angrily as she fought to force the words from her lips. "If you entered me, Sir" that was so as close as she could come to using the words to describe sex, her mind was already overwhelmed.
"Has someone hurt you that way before," he already knew the answer. The way she acted under his touch, the beauty of her body and the fear of being undressed, everything about her bespoke a history of abuse. He ran his hand up and down her back slowly, encouraging her to speak.
"Y-yes, S-sir," she paused before continuing, "a long time ago."
"Have you allowed anyone to touch you since then," he kept his tone soothing, wanting to draw her out. His hand moved under her hair and massaged her scalp.
"No, S-sir," she closed her eyes enjoying his soothing touch, "I never wanted to feel inferior again." As she said the words, she found the irony in her situation now. She had actually submitted herself to him to be used that way. But it was willingly, trying to make sense in her mind of why this was so different, she just couldn't do it.
"Tell me what he did to you Cayce," he needed to understand how badly she had been abused so he could help her heal. He knew without doubt that helping
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