I am tired. We have been on the road for at least 5 hours, including a lunch break. My shoulders and neck are tense and knotted. He tells me to take a nap when we get to the condo. I am looking forward to a small rest before we wander about town.
We find the condo with no problem and carry our bags inside. I make the decision to only grab my clothes bag and plan on getting the rest after my nap.
I am placing my bag on the floor when he tells me to undress. I'm confused for a moment - thinking that I didn't plan on laying down naked. Then it dawns on me: Mind Fuck 101.
I undress and he takes off my watch and necklace for me. He tells me to get the play bag. I mentally moan as I tell him I left it in the car.
"That wasn't very smart, was it?" he tells me. I agree yes. "Get dressed - completely dressed - and go get the bag."
My hands are shaking as I start to put my jeans on with no panties and he repeats, "Completely dressed."
After my clothes are on I head for the door. Once again he says, each word clipped, "I told you to get completely dressed." I forgot about my watch and necklace.
I quickly return with the bag, set it down, and get undressed again.
He has me lay out the contents of the bag. I carefully remove the following items, most of which were from a shopping list he sent me, some I purchased on my own: a riding crop, a riding whip, duct tape, clothes pins, zip ties, 50 ft of nylon cord, clothesline, 2 bridle straps, 2 metal door hooks, a bit, scissors, nipple clamps, and condoms.
He asks where the eye mask is. Of course, I left it in the car. His patience is thin as he tells me to get completely dressed and get it.
The tone of his voice and the look on his face has me frightened. Instead of cowering and averting my eyes as I dress, however, I stare back at him - the fear falsely starting to feel like anger behind my eyes.
"This would be much easier if you would just go get it yourself," I say to him. My voice gives me away - it is shaky and cracks.
He comes over to me and bends over so his his mouth is next to my ear - his hand wrapped around the back of my head holding me to his face. The touch, although not meant to be, is comforting.
"This is not about what is easy for you or about what you want," he says firmly and icily into my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Do you understand?" I nod my head yes and look at my knees, shamed.
I finish dressing and get the mask.
When I am undressed for the third time, he has me get on all fours, legs apart, back straight. He uses me as a table as he looks through what I have laid out.
He fastens zip ties around my wrists and places the mask over my eyes. I hear the clinking of the bit as he handles it and soon it is in my mouth and fastened around my head.
Another limit tested, and pushed out of the way. The first was from the summer, and didn't happen during play - breath control. The trust I have in him makes me feel like he is mentally holding my hand as I explore new things with him. I had always feared being gagged and not being able to talk. I don't like it much, but it won't kill me.
He helps me up from the floor and points me towards the door. He tells me to walk forward to it. I stumble the short distance. He has placed a hook over the door and suspends my arms above me onto the hook.
He uses each whipping/flogging item on me, testing them out. The long horse whip is the worst. The cane part of it hurts more than any other item I brought, and it seems to be the one he uses the most. It's cane is flexible and he flicks it in the air a few times and I can hear the whipping whoosh noise it makes. It sounds angry. When it hits my back, it bends and wraps around the front of me a bit. I don't know it at the time, but the 2 hits that wrap like this, will leave the most long lasting marks. They welt up and turn red and when we are driving, the seat belt sits right on top of them.
He remarks that I have beautiful skin - it marks almost instantly and weals quickly follow.
He continues until I hang exhausted from the hook. He cuts me down and removes the mask and bit. I am held for a moment before he leads me down the hallway and tucks me into bed. The rest is welcome.
He undresses and climbs in next to me and the nap is perhaps the sweetest I have ever had.
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