Safe Word: Can I be Vulnerable with you?

Episode 5

Episode 5

He carried her to the bed and laid her down, her legs still shaking from the intensity of her orgasms. He wrapped her in a soft, warm towel and sat beside her, putting her head on his lap. “How was it?” he asked, his voice gentle. “It was amazing,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion. “I want more,” she added with a sleepy smile. “Good,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“There’s so much more I have to show you. For now, take a moment to breathe while I prepare something for you to eat. You must be hungry after all that exercise.” He stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for her. The smell of food soon filled the room, making her stomach rumble. “Come with me,” He said as he took her by the hand. She tried to hold on to the towel, “No, you will not need that.” He said as he led her to the nook in the kitchen. He directed her to sit on the barstool, “Replenish your energies while I go to prepare for your next journey.” MK left her wondering what he be up to.

On the other side of the apartment MK was preparing the wooden St. Andrew’s Cross. The cross fixed against the wall was waiting for its next victim. The room was dimly lit with candles. He took a sip of his whiskey as he continued to lay his equipment on the prepared table. ‘This should be it, I don’t want to scare her off.’ he thought. “Wow this looks...” Karabo was lost for words as she saw the cross. “Who said you can leave that chair I left you at?” He said with a smirk. She quickly sat back down on the barstool. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help but look,” she said meekly. “You were a good girl now you choose to be naughty.” He said with a serious face. “Bad girls need to be punished.” He walked towards her and she felt a slight fear mixed with excitement. “I am sorry,” she said quickly. “Sorry who?” He asked. She looked up at him, “I am sorry, Daddy,” she said with a hint of nervousness. “Good,” he said, “For what you did, follow me to come choose your punishment.” he said as he hooked the leash onto the ring on the leather collar on her neck.

He led her to where he had set up the cross and tools table. “Choose between these for your punishment before we start with what I brought you here for.” He said as he named and pointed at his belt, a riding crop, a whip, a leather paddle and two wooden spanking paddles which were laid out on the table. “Any of these which you choose will go with these.” He said as he held out a set of metal n****e clamps. She swallowed hard, the fear was growing but she knew she had to choose something. “This paddle,” she said in a small voice pointing to black leather nicely weaved paddle. He nodded, “Good choice,” he said with a smile. “Now, let’s get you ready for your punishment,” He said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You can thank me after.” He led her to the leather ottoman which was in the middle of the room and he sat and directed her to kneel down. He applied the n****e clamps and she gasped, the pain was sharp but she liked it. “Now lie on my lap.” He motioned for her lie in the direction where she will face up with the mirror, her ass in the air and began to spank her with the paddle. Each strike made her gasp and she could feel her p***y getting wetter. She was surprised by how much she was enjoying the pain. “Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh!,” she moaned with each hit. She dropped a tear but she didn’t say her safe word. “You are doing well, baby,” he said, pausing to rub her ass with his hand. “But we’re not done yet,” he warned her as he gave last hard spank. The sound of her naked butts receiving the paddle reverberated across the apartment. “You may get up now,” he said. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Stark naked with only the collar on her neck tied to a leash. She started to sob, not out of pain but the feeling of submission and powerlessness was too intense for her. She felt a sense of freedom she never knew existed. “Thank you, Daddy!” she whimpered. He saw the tears and knew it was not pain, but pleasure. He walked to her, “You are a natural,” He whispered in her ear, “Now let’s go to the main course.”

He grabbed her by the leash, and she followed him to the cross. He secured her to the cross, her arms stretched out and her legs spread wide. Her whole back was on full display, vulnerable and ready for his every whim. She took a deep breath and waited for whatever was coming next. He then put the blindfold on her eyes. “Ready?” He asked. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice steady and ready. “Good girl,” he said, and she felt the first strike of the flogger. The leather hit her back, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming too loudly, the sound of the flogger echoing through the room. She could feel her orgasm building again, and she knew she was going to c*m hard. “Use your safe word if it gets too much,” he reminded her.

But she didn’t want to. She wanted to push through the pain, to see just how far she could go. And with each strike, she felt herself getting closer and closer to that edge. Her n*****s were also sending another message that they are still clamped to her brain. The pain and the pleasure were now a delicious mix that she couldn’t get enough of. “I’m going to c*m,” she whispered, her body tensing up. “c*m for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “Your cumming makes me happy.” And with that she screamed out her orgasm as it washed over her.