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Pleasurable Cruise Day 1

By: sweet_sara



It was 12:30 as she boarded the ship. She was so nervous, she had never been on a cruise before. Somehow the thought of being in water that you couldn't see all the way to the bottom was unnerving to her, especially when the thought came back into her mind that she wouldn't be able to see the coastline after tonight. She shuddered as she stepped of the gangway and onto the ship. 

"Good afternoon Ma'am, may I see your boarding pass please?" She was greeted by a handsome young staff member. She handed over her pass and smiled weakly at him. He waved a steward over and handed him her pass. "Navigation Deck, State room number 55. He will show you to your room Ma'am" She smiled and nodded at him as she passed, following the steward up the stairs. 

"Here you go Ma'am, is there anything else I could get you before I go back downstairs?" She shook her head no, and slid her card pass into the door unlocking it. She walked inside and closed the door. She went to the window, where a table and chair were set up. She sat at the table and looked out the window. She had a nice view of the ocean from here, and thought of how nice it would be in the morning to wake up and have a cup of coffee here, enjoying the view.

She got up, and acquainted herself with her room. Walked into the bathroom, to the kitchenette area, then to the bed, where her heart started to pound. All day long she had felt as if she had been in a haze, but now reality was beginning to settle in. He would be sending for her shortly after they were out to sea. She collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes and asked herself what she was doing here. Her whole body began to tremble with excitement and nervousness. She would finally meet him personally. She would feel his touch personally. It was almost too much to bear.

He was the Chief Navigations Officer on the ship. She had been introduced to him online in a chat room two years prior by a mutual friend. She had spent the last two years, talking to him in person online and on the phone when he was at his home in Nebraska, and corresponding with him via e-mail while he was on tour. They were both married, and not interested in anything more than sexual exploration. . . . . . especially in the realm of Domination and submission, which both of their spouses had displayed a lack of interest in. He was her online Master, she was his slave. Now, it was going to become very real, for here she was, waiting for him to contact her.

She curled her knees up to her chest tightly and closed her eyes. Maybe I should take a quick nap, she thought to herself, but her excitement was too great. Her mind kept racing to all of the conversations she had with him over the last two years. She could feel a burning in her lower abdomen and between her legs. Oh GOD! The wait is going to kill me! She thought. 

She was startled awake by a loud knock on her cabin door. She laid still and listened for it again, to make sure she had not been dreaming. Another loud knock. She got up and looked out her window and thought to herself, how long have I been asleep? It was dark outside. She opened the door and caught the messenger just as he was about to leave. He had a note for her. 

It read: My darling slave, it is so wonderful that you have made it. I can't wait to meet you in person at last! Put on your sexiest evening dress and meet me in the Explorer's lounge at 9pm.

She immediately started giggling to herself as she pulled her dress, which she had bought special for this occasion, out of the closet. It was a satin black halter dress with a very low cut back, and came down just below her mid thigh. It had a slit over the left thigh that went up, nearly to her hip. She undressed, went and took a shower, shaving herself very closely, legs, armpits and her sex. He had directed her before that she was never to be unshaven when she was to see him. When she got out, she pampered herself with perfume and glittery body powder. She giggled again when she saw the shimmer of her powdered bare skin in the light.

She slipped into a black lace garter belt and black seamed stockings. He had told her he found nothing sexier than a woman in a garter and stockings. She modeled for a moment in front of the mirror. 

"Hmmmm why, Sara, don't you look dazzling tonight" as she burst into another giggle. 

She did not put on any panties or a bra, he had specifically instructed her that she was to never wear those in his presence. This body was his, and was always to be open and ready for him to take. She slipped the dress on and modeled herself there for a moment or two. Lovely, just lovely, she giggled, even though the top of the stockings and garter strap are showing through the slit. Hmmmmmmm, well, this is how he wants me. She grabbed her matching evening bag, stepped into the black satin heels she had purchased to go with the dress and stepped out into the hall.

She could feel herself flush as she came across other passengers, who would look her up and down. She wondered what they could possibly be thinking about her. Finally she came to the lounge and looked around. To her horror, he was not there. She checked her watch, yes she was right on time. She found a table, by a large picture window and had a seat. She had her back to the door. She didn't want to be eagerly looking to the door everytime she heard footsteps. She was trying to stay calm and collected. She ordered a Peachtini from the waitress and gazed out at the night sky. It was so beautiful, so many stars! You never see this many stars in the city, she thought to herself. 

All the sudden her drink was placed on the table, she didn't even turn to say thank you to the waitress she was so mesmorized by the sky. If she had she would have noticed it wasn't the waitress, it was him. He was standing behind her, taking in the scent of her perfume. She took a sip of her drink, and from behind her heard a familiar male voice "I hope it meets your satisfaction." She jumped and nearly spilled her drink in her lap as she went to put it down. 

"Oh My GOD! How long have you been standing there?" She jumped up and started to hug him, but he put his hand up and stopped her. 

"Long enough to feel completely ignored by my slave. What is the proper way to greet your Master?" He asked. 

She curtsied in front of him, kissing his cheek, then bowing her head she stood there feet slightly apart (as far as her dress would allow) arms also at her side, but slightly raised. He walked around her, she could feel his eyes burning a trail up and down her body as he circled her. 

"Hmmmmmmm so shimmery tonight my slave." he whispered in her ear from behind her. He then pressed against her back, inhaling just over her jugular. "And you smell so tasty I could eat you right here and now. Have you made ALL the preparations your Master requires of you?" He asked as his hands slid up her sides, under her arms raising them up above her head. Holding both wrists in his hand, still be hind her he whispered "Hold your arms here for right now." He slid his hands back down her arms and over her shoulders on to her bare back. "MMMMMMM my slave, your skin is so silky." He ran his hands inside the side of her dress and around the front, which made her gasp and flush bright red. Everyone who was in there would be able to see his hands moving around under her dress. She started to whisper "Master, please . . . . . . . " but was met with a "SSSHHHHHHHH my slave, remember who you are, what you are here for." His hands found her breasts and began to squeeze and maul them. It felt so good, she had to fight herself to keep herself from moaning. She could feel his sex growing hard against her backside. She found herself slightly swaying her hips back and forth against it. 

His hands then traveled south on her body still inside her dress. He firmly grabbed hold of her hips. "Stop that" he said firmly. He slid his hands over the front of her hips, and held them just over her abdomen for a moment. "You are trembling my slave, why?" "Oh, Sir, it is just the excitement of the moment, I never thought it would come. Plus Sir, everyone is watching your hands inside my dress." "Does that bother you slave? Remember YOU belong to me, and I may touch you whenever and wherever I feel. I will never do anything though, slave, that you would find totally disagreeable." She took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes Sir, I know, I trust you completely."

His hands then traveled down to her sex. This time she really did let out a little moan and her arms started to come down. "Did I say you could drop your arms, get them back up where I had them." He said firmly. She could feel the fingers from both of his hands inspecting her sex. All around the outer lips, then slipping inside, touching the inner parts of the lips, her clitoris, and finally one actually slipped inside her momentarily. "You are so wet, slave. I didn't even touch you, and you are wet" he said with a chuckle in his voice. "I am very pleased with you. You are exactly as I have instructed you to be. You may put you're your arms down and, please, have a seat." He removed his hands from her dress. He ordered a drink and they sipped and talked, breaking all the tensions.

She was very relaxed now, and after she finished her second drink he suggested it was time to go back to her room. When she opened the door she was met with the wonderful smell of roses. She looked around and saw a vase of burgundy roses on the nightstand and several scattered on the bed. He had come into her room after she left? She was amazed, how could he remember such a small detail, her love of burgundy roses. She immediately walked over and picked one of the roses from the bed up and to a long deep breath of it. 

She looked up at him, and saw he was just watching her, no expression. Just watching her every move. She ran up to him and leaned forward to kiss him when he put his hand up again. She stopped cold, her heart dropped for a second. "Do you think you will just take a kiss when ever you please, slave? That is not the way it works. You have to ask. Every time." 

She just stood there, stunned, with the rose in her hand sniffing it. He began to walk around her, very close, inhaling her perfume off her neck, barely brushing his lips against hers as if he was going to kiss her, then inhaling on the other side of her neck. He smelled so wonderful, it wasn't aftershave, just the scent of a man. His pheromones, she could taste them. Every time he brought his lips close she would lick hers, sure this time he would kiss her, but he never did. Finally, she leaned forward and kissed him. "You didn't ask" he reminded her as he pulled away. 

He stood back from her about 6 feet, expressionless, looking her up and down. She could feel a lump in her throat wondering if she had ruined it with her eagerness. "Remove your dress. Slowly and sexily" he finally said. She slowly, slinkily slid out of her dress, allowing it to fall on the floor, then tip toed out of the middle of it. 

"Get down on your knees" She did as he asked, but with her legs together, ankles crossed, not as he had instructed her. He walked over to her, smacked her on her backside "Your knees and ankles need to be open. You are to be open for me always. You are mine." Saying that, he put his foot between her knees and spread them, uncrossing her ankles. His hand cupped her chin and he lifted her face to look at him. He smiled down at her, which brought her uncontrollable grin across her face again. His eyes looked so loving, but as she never could look anyone in the eyes for long, she looked away quickly. "Look back into my eyes slave." She looked back up, he was still smiling at her. "I can see your heart and soul in your eyes, sweet one. They are filled with anxiety wondering if I find you pleasing, wanting so desperately to please me." He let several minutes pass, continuing the stare, then finally said "You have no idea how pleasing you really are."

He then got down beside her. He ran his hands over her naked shoulders and breasts. She clutched the rose tightly. "Relax sweets, you are beautiful." She let out a deep breath. He then ran his hands down over her hips "Such nice curves you have my dear" and over the garter belt. "This was a nice touch" he said as he snapped it against her skin. 

"P-P-P-Please Sir . . . . . . ." she lost her words, her body was trembling with such excitement she was stuttering the words. "Yes?" he answered. Oh he was going to actually make her do it, he was actually going to make her form those words. "P-P-P-P-Please k-k-k-kiss m-m-m-me, S-S-Sir." Her body was quaking as if she was shivering from the cold, her lips still hiding behind the rose. 

He laughed tenderly at her and said "I thought you were never going to ask." He then took the rose from her hands and placed it on the floor next to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She ran her arms around his neck. His lipped pushed against hers with light fervent kisses. Then his tongue invaded her mouth and she could taste him. Oh how wonderful he tastes, she thought. She suckled his tongue and his lips until he pulled away from her. "You are such a hungry little slut!" he said with a chuckle.

He stood and offered her a hand. He lifted her to her feet and walked over to the bed. He picked up every rose that was on the bed and placed them in the vase on the nightstand. He then walked around behind her and unhooked her garter belt. With both hands he slid the stockings down to her feet, lifting each one separately to remove the feet. He ran his arms around from behind her again, folding his hand neatly on her abdomen just below her navel, and began kissing her neck. She could feel his sex, fully erect against her bottom as he pulled her closer against him. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and savored all the tingles flowing through her body. 

After what seemed like hours, he whispered to her to pull the covers down on the bed. As she stepped forward to do so, he held tightly to her still, pulling her bottom against his sex as she leaned over. Chills went through her body over and over again, she was so sexually charged at this time and couldn't wait to get into that bed with him. After the covers were down, he let go of her and directed her to get in and lie down on her back. She did as directed. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she lay there. Her excitement was very visible through her trembling.

He then pulled the covers up over her, and tucked them in under her arms, leaned over and kissed her lips lightly once more, saying "Good night sweet slave. I will be on duty in the morning and early afternoon tomorrow. I will contact you when I am ready to see you again." She was unable to hide her disappointment that he would be leaving her so suddenly, and not taking her, making her fully his tonight. She couldn't control the tears that began to form and stream down her cheeks. "What is it my sweet?" he asked. "Did you expect me to take you on the very first night? We have two weeks to explore that. And you seem almost to the point of exhaustion from all trembling you have done."

"Please don't go now Sir." She begged. "Please atleast stay here with me for a little while." He smiled down at her, wiping the tears from her cheek, kissing her forehead said, "Just for a little while." He started to walk toward the chairs by the window, when she whispered desperately, "Please lie here with me Sir." He smiled at her, "I will lie with you, but I will be fully clothed, and outside the covers." She smiled up at him, wiping another tear away. He crawled beside her, and she turned to her side, back against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her, giving her soft kisses on her neck and the back of her head. She curled up tightly against him and drifted off to sleep, grinning. She was very exhausted from all of the excitement of the day, and slept very deeply, she didn't even feel when he got up and left about an hour later.

When she awoke in the morning she found a note on the table with a rose laying over it: My beautiful slave, you were wonderful last night. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow. Keep this rose with you throughout the day to remind you, Master is always with you.

Pleasurable Cruise Day Ch. 02



She picked up the rose and took a long deep breath of it, thinking about the events of the night before. She was still a little groggy and decided she would order room service this morning, but first she needed a shower. 

Setting the rose back down on the table, she went to her suitcase and pulled out a burgundy silk camisole and panty set and laid them on the bed, then went and took her shower. She made sure to prepare her body again, as before, carefully making sure all areas He had specified were nice and smooth. 

When she exited the shower, she wrapped her long dark hair in one towel, and dried off in front of the mirror with another. She sprayed her body with a rose scented body spray and powdered her body again, taking a deep breath of herself. “MMMMMMMMMM Yummy” she exclaimed as she grinned at herself in the mirror. She then stepped over to the bed and slipped the camisole over her head. Oh how wonderfully soft and cool this silk feels against my skin, she thought to herself, as she slid the panties on. 

She sat down on the bed and looked at the room service menu, and immediately knew what she wanted. Dialed the number, “Ummmmmm, Yes, this is Room 55 on the Navigation Deck, I would like to order the Eggs Benedict breakfast please. A bottle of champagne and a bottle of orange juice.” Mimosa’s sounded wonderful this morning, she thought to herself. ” And instead of coffee, I would like a pot of hot water and some peach tea bags please.” After a moment, “Hmmmmm, no peach tea eh, well, just send the water up, I believe I brought my own.” She hung up the phone. She was so finicky about her tea she had learned long ago to take her own tea bags with her everywhere she went, because plain tea just wouldn’t do! Yes, spoiled rotten was she.

She unwrapped her hair and let if fall down her back and went over to the table and chairs in front of the window. She turned on a soft cd, opened the curtains and enjoyed the early morning sunshine while waiting for her meal. She curled up in one chair bringing another close by to use as a footstool, should she feel like stretching out. About a half an hour later there was a knock at the door, she was sure this was breakfast so she called out, “Its open, come in.”

A very young steward rolled in a cart with her breakfast on it. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old, but he was very handsome, very tall, at least 6’5”, dark hair and green eyes. Oh how she loved green eyes. She smiled at him as he walked the cart over to the table. She stood up and started to walk to the closet to get her purse to tip him when he said, “Wait. Stand there for just a minute” She froze. This was so unexpected. On the cart was also a vase with two burgundy roses in it, he plucked one of the roses from the vase and walked over to her. He set the bud on her lips then trailed it down her neck and the middle of her chest. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly and whispered “He asked me to give you a good morning kiss for him.” Then he looked down at the rose and her camisole and said, “They are the exact same color. Such a rich and lovely red.” 

She was stunned. She couldn’t move, or breathe. He smiled and winked at her and said as he turned to leave “He is right, you smell sweeter than any rose could ever dream of being.”  Then he walked out and closed the door behind him. 

After breakfast and two mimosa’s she decided it was time to go to the casino. She had never been to a casino before, but was very good at card games. She found a table where it was just she and the dealer, and played a bit of Blackjack. This was the game she was best at. She won almost every hand, which made her wonder if he was letting her win. The rose she kept at her side couldn’t have been that lucky, she giggled to herself. She didn’t believe you could be that lucky in a casino. After a few hours and a few different games she decided maybe it was time for a little bit of water and sun.

She went back to her room and changed into her swimsuit, a hunter green tankini. She went to the pool and jumped in, swam three laps then got out, found a nice lounge chair and laid on her back, her skin soaking up the sun. After about an hour she rolled over and tanned her back for a while. Oh the sun felt so good on her skin. She kept her rose just under her nose the whole time, smelling the sweetness of it, but it was really starting to wilt out here in the sun. After another hour went by, she jumped back in the pool, swam another three laps, got her towel and went back to her room. It was time to start getting ready.

She showered again, perfumed and powdered her body. Dried and curled her hair, started to put her make up on. Another knock at the door. “Who on earth could it be now!” She quickly wrapped herself in a robe and went to the door. A messenger handed her a note and walked away. 

It read: Good afternoon slave, I know you must be in the middle of getting ready for me so this will be short and sweet. Meet me in the main lounge, on the balcony at 6pm. I have reserved a quiet table in the corner for us tonight. Master.

She giggled at the thought of being huddled in a dimly lit corner, sneaking touches under the tablecloth, and went back to getting ready. Tonight she had chosen a burgundy silk wrap around skirt that fell just below her knees and a matching silk tank top. She looked at herself in the mirror, “My God! Those nipples poke out so badly, don’t they?” At that moment she really wished she could wear a bra, but he had his rules. She modeled in the mirror approvingly, slipped into her black satin heels again, one last spritz of perfume and out the door she went.

She arrived at the main lounge as was overwhelmed by the size of it. She didn’t think there was room on the ship for something of this magnitude. She stood at the door for a moment scanning the room for a staircase, when she suddenly felt a hand on her backside and a deep male voice in her ear saying, “The stairs are around the corner there on the right.” Startled she turned around quickly to see the steward from the morning standing behind her. She blushed up at him and asked, “How did you know what I was looking for?” He answered, “Oh, I know a lot of things, you will see as the days go by.” He winked at her then went into the lounge.

She walked up the stairs, then across the balcony, scanning each corner looking for him. She saw him finally in the farthest, darkest corner of the room. She walked over trying to look sophisticated but deep inside she wanted to run or skip or jump to him. When she arrived at the table she smiled and curtsied to him. He stood up, “Turn around.” She twirled around for him to inspect her. “Face the door,” he said. She turned her back to him, facing the door. He ran his fingers down her back, resting them on her hips, then brought his mouth close to her ear and said in a low voice, “I am glad you haven’t forgotten my rule of no bra.” He then slid them around the front of her skirt, finding the slit in on the side where the skirt tied together. He slipped his hand inside and felt her sex. She felt her whole face flush and the room seemed to spin for a second. Then she looked over, and not two tables away was the steward, and he was watching every thing Master did to her with a big grin. He nodded at her and she looked away, completely self-conscious of what was happening to her now. 

“MMMMM Yes, my sweet slave, you did prepare yourself just right. And you are already so wet and ready for me too.” He then held her skirt open in the direction of the steward. She jumped and tried to pull it back down with her hand. “Don’t hide yourself, slave. Remember what your being here means, you are mine, to do with as I wish.” She dropped her hand, and felt her whole body blushing at this point.  She did not want to disappoint him. The steward studied her intently from his table then winked at Master. He dropped her skirt, and offered her a chair. 

They ate dinner, then dessert, and then he said it was time to go back to her room. He had something on his mind that he wanted to share with her. As they walked past the steward he said, “What a lovely rose you have there Tony. Maybe some night you will be kind enough to let me take a whiff.” “Oh yes, I am sure of it” Master replied.

When they arrived at her room, he got the most curious smile across his face. She opened the door and saw a tray with a bottle of citron vodka, champagne, lemon juice and a bowl of sugar. “I thought you could fix us a drink” he said “Those Stockholm martini’s you talked about sounded pretty good, and like your favorite so I ordered all the ingredients for you.” She hugged him and went to work. He walked over to the roses in the vase and pulled them all out, inspecting the stem of each one. He selected three, and then put the rest back in the vase. He then went and sat in the chair in her room. 

She brought his drink over to him. “Kneel in front of me please.” She did as requested, sipping her own drink. “Tonight I am going to test your strength and your willingness to please me. Do you remember what we talked about before? About the rose stems?” She could feel her face go pale in front of him and slowly and cautiously answered, “Yes, Master”. 

“Good. Do you remember the word to use if things get too much for you to handle?” 

“Yes, Master.” 

“Are you sure you want to do this, you are sounding a little unsure of yourself, slave.” He questioned.

“Yes, Master, I am positive I want this.” She answered assuredly.

“Then its time to begin. Get down on your hands now.” She did as he requested. He went behind her, ran his hands over her backside and down her thighs. “So nice and smooth.” Then his fingers went to her sex again. Just running back and forth over her slit. “Yes, you are a wanton slut aren’t you? Already wet.” He slipped his finger in between the lips. Then he ran it over her clitoris, which made her collapse in pleasure. “I didn’t say you could lay down, get back up” She got up and he did it again. She let out a loud moan and her body started to curl. “Straighten up slave.” Again he ran his finger over her clit and again she collapsed down. “You like that a little too much, don’t you my slave?” She just nodded embarrassed that she couldn’t stand still when he did that. “Straighten up slave.” 

He got up and went to the drawer by the nightstand. He pulled out a red silk scarf and tied it around her eyes. She stayed straightened up and stiff still on her hands and knees. She could feel the air as he waved a hand in front of her face, making sure she could see nothing. 

Then she felt something velvety soft touch the skin on the back of her neck. Slowly it trailed up her cheek and right under her nose. It was one of the roses. It smelled so sweet, she inhaled deeply before he moved it down her other cheek and across her neck. She felt it trail down her spine, and then she felt another sensation following it. Something scratchy that made a chill run through her. “I had them leave all the thorns in place, darling.” She suddenly knew what was going to be coming without him explaining. He gently laid the rose and its stem along her back, and then applied a little pressure with his hands over the stem. She felt each of the thorns begin pushing at her delicate skin, then release. Again he pushed against the stem, a little harder this time, the prick of the thorns was intensifying, but it felt so good in this dreamlike state she was in. Then release.

He then added another rose along her back, and a third. Gently he pressed all three stems into her back with more pressure than he had before. She let out a pleasurable gasp. “Such an intense feeling isn’t it my slave?” She nodded in response. 

He pressed down on the stems, over and over again, gradually increasing the pressure until he could see indentations in her back. During the last push, he wrapped one of his fingers around the top of the stems and slowly dragged them down her back as well. She let out a little cry in pain and he released. He lifted the roses and put them back at their starting point, and slowly increased pressure on them again and dragged them down her spine. She cried out again and he released as the last thorn reached the base of her spine. He could see scratch marks down her back. He repeated this about six times. 

Her mind was racing, the thorns and the pressure was incredible. The scratches burned and itched like nothing else she had ever felt in her whole life. But here she was, in so much pleasure she did not know how to describe it, all she knew was she never wanted this night to end. 

He hadn’t meant to break the skin, but the last time one of the thorns had torn into her just a touch. He leaned up towards her ear and kissed it. “Stay where you are.” She could hear him stand up and go back into the drawer. He came back and kissed her spine along the trail of scratches. “This is not supposed to sting, but it might.” He dabbed a bit of bactine on to the scratches. It felt so cool and soothing against the burning scratches. “All better?” he asked. “Yes, that feels much better, thank you so much Sir.” She replied. He kissed her ear again and got up. 

After a few minutes he came back to her side, put his hand on her shoulder and asked her to stand. He led her to the bed. “Get up on the bed and lay down on your stomach, arms above your head.” He helped direct her exactly where he wanted her. As she lay down she realized he had lined up the roses underneath her, from her neck to her knees. She felt each of the thorns press into her skin as she relaxed and allowed all her weight to fall on them. At first a couple of them were very uncomfortable, but the longer she laid there, the less intense the pricks. Then the cuffs were slipped over her wrists, and another set over her ankles. She could feel him secure them to the bedposts. Now she really felt helpless, but very safe and secure at the same time.


“Do you remember this conversation?” he asked her. She lay there silently thinking back; surely he couldn’t mean what she thought he was referring to. “Well?” he asked. She whispered, “About how hard I would be able to tolerate being whipped with a rose stem?” “Yes my slave. Do you remember what you said?” She gulped hard as she remembered him asking what would be her limit and she had no real idea, never having been in that type of situation before. He had asked would her limit be if he drew blood and she said no. At the time, while she was on the computer 1,500 miles away it seemed very erotic, little lines across her and blood droplets. Now it was very real. 

“Now we will both get to see how much you really can tolerate.” Again he reminded her of the word to use if things got too intense. She thought for a second, and remembered this story she loved, the safe word was “mercy”. It seemed fitting. “Mercy, Sir, I want the safe word to be mercy” she replied. “Very well” he replied, “Remember you have to use that word, no other word will make me stop.”

She could hear him undressing next to the bed, and then felt him kneel beside her on the bed. He smelt so good. She could taste his skin next to her. Again she felt the velvety softness of the rose buds traveling up and down her back. She sighed sweetly completely relaxing beside him.  She was so relaxed she didn’t feel the rose buds lift off her, until she felt the whip across her middle back of the stems. It was so sudden and unexpected she cried out, not that it was very hard, just a surprise. Again, the stems whipped across her back just below the first one. She didn’t make any noise this time, but still jumped. Again and again the stems were whipped across her back and bottom. Each time in a different section that hadn’t been touched so far, each time increasing in intensity. She was jumping and squirming with each whipping, and eventually the intensity increased to a point where she started crying out with each whip. 

He remained silent beside her, not one word came from his mouth, but she could hear that his breathing had become a little harsher. 

Harder and harder the stems came down across her back. Louder and louder she cried out, and the more and more she squirmed and jumped under them. She could feel the thorns of the roses beneath her now poking and tearing at her skin as she squirmed over them. Tears were soaking the blindfold, not from unpleasantness but because she was experiencing a release as never before and it was so wonderful. When he began going over the same spots that had been done before she was sure she was going to use that word. How she wished she didn’t have to use it, she wanted to take everything he wanted to give her, but it was so intense, too intense.

Finally she jumped up on her elbows and knees as much as her binds would let her and screamed “MERCY MASTER MERCY!!!” then laid back down sobbing. He ran his fingers up then down her back and bottom. She could feel them jump over the welts as a car does on speed bumps in the road. He then traced a few lines. 

She cried and cried apologizing to him for stopping the session early. “SSSSSHHHHHHHH sweet slave, you did wonderfully. You pleased me more than you think you did.” She heard him reach over and pick up the bottle of bactine again and pour a little on her back. It was so cold and soothing over her welts. He lightly rubbed it all in. 

He then traced a couple of lines on her back again. “This one, this one and this one broke the skin a little, slave, but they didn’t really bleed. Just a droplet where the thorns hit.” She couldn’t believe she had actually gone to that limit. She lay there, still silently crying, in awe of what she had handled. Who knew she was that strong.

He undid each of the cuffs, had her get up on her hands and knees and pulled all of the roses out from underneath her. He then lay back down on the bed beside her, face to face with her even though she was still blindfolded and gave her the deepest kiss. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing her nipples, pulling her close against him. She felt so safe with him now and her body was exhausted she didn’t even remember falling asleep in his arms. 

In the morning she had a vague memory of him sitting up on the edge of her bed in the middle of the night and she reached over and clung to him, with begging whispers to stay just a bit longer. He laid back, rolled her over and encircled her, his chest pressing against her sore welts on her back, his arms wrapped over her holding her hands by her mouth, which she kissed, and his cock resting between the cheeks of her bottom. 

She hugged herself tightly, sighed, and removed the blindfold from her eyes.