Sex On Fire

About the 1st time I gave myself completely to my Dom, the night where our sex was literally on fire (March 2015)

All day long I'm nervous, I know tonight will be different. I prepare my house and myself for our meeting and make sure I look sexy as fuck. Almost an hour before his arrival I’m ready and I know he will be delighted to see me in my little black dress with stockings and high heels. I freeze as the doorbell rings, the time has come. I push the button to open the door downstairs, but instead of waiting at my door which I always do, I decide to sit down, wait on my sofa.

The only light comes from a myriad of candles, the scent of incense diffuses a sweet aroma & Tara Putra enchants the house with music. He enters the living room and for a moment time stands still. Our eyes meet and for a while we stare at each other in silence & though we haven’t spoken about it, we both know that tonight will be different.

“Hey baby” he says and I melt when he embraces me. He sits down next to me and whispers in my ear that I look incredibly beautiful and smell heavenly. Immediately I react, become wet as can be. With shaking hands I pour us a glass of wine and we bring out a toast to this promising evening. We talk for a while but it doesn’t take long before I feel an energy shift. I search his eyes and notice his look has changed. His eyes seem darker than usual and I see the devil in him where I so desperately yearned for. That side of him that liberates me & frees me from my burdens.
 
“Tonight you’re not allowed to say no, understood?”
“Okay" I answer while I look him in the eyes with a confident smile.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“No” I answer and I feel invincible. I’m going to do this, I will be his slave"
“Can you handle it?”
I take a deep breath and look at him.
“Yes” I answer after a short silence “I can handle it”

Then he pushes me down on the sofa, pulls my legs apart and says that he wants me to keep lying like this, that he doesn’t want to see my legs closed from now on. Fear takes over as I wonder what the Sadist in him is going to do to me. “There are two rules: legs wide open and don’t make a sound, understood?” My mind is frantically searching for ways to get out of this, but I know I can not escape. I look into his eyes hoping to see some kind of reassurance, but his eyes are empty & terrifying and give not even the slightest thing away. “Understood” I say and close my eyes.

Chk... I hear his fingers scraping against the wheels of a lighter. Really, just as I'm nervous as can be, he decides to smoke a cigarette? The thought hasn’t even landed yet, when I hear the flicking sound again, but this time I feel an intense pain shooting through my pussy. Holy Fuck. I scream out loud and cross my legs in an uncontrollable reflex to protect my most precious possession. Tears of pain & confusion blur my eyes, did he just set my pussy on fire?

“What did I say?” It takes a while before his question sinks in. I try to get a grip on my thoughts, but they're torn to pieces, not a single form of coherence exists in them. My body keeps shaking and quivering from the tormenting ache and my tongue is so dry that producing any sound seems completely impossible. “What did I say?” he asks again but this time his voice sounds more threatening. “Ehm, legs wide open and don’t make a sound” I stammer.

“So?” The meaning and possible consequences of that one word sink in and I realize that there’s nothing else to do, but obey him. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and spread my legs. My body is bracing itself, my heart is beating like crazy, but deep within myself I hear an encouraging voice: You can do this, just focus on your breathing & let go.
 
Chk... scream. I don’t have any control over my voice and legs anymore, this is really impossible. I can handle a lot, but this? A slap in my face follows and he doesn’t have to repeat his question. I try to collect all the courage I have, clench my jaws, spread my legs and tell myself "you're strong, you can do this" then listen to the voice in me: let go.

Chk, chk, chk... thoughts are racing through my mind, does he know what he's doing? Is it even safe? Is it my clit or my labia who are set on fire? Will it cause blisters? Wounds? Scars? Or even worse, a mutilated pussy? Just let go.

Chk, chk, chk... thoughts are starting to fade, are being devoured by pain. My body shakes uncontrollably and tears keep streaming down my face. Resistance makes place for calmth and a deep inner knowing: I can do this. I. let. go.

Chk, chk, chk... my mind becomes silent as I slowly drift off into another dimension. A place where the past and the future don’t exist, where time and space are an illusion, where I find liberation in the ecstatic and heavenly letting go.

II

Still in a daze I feel him stroking my hair, planting a kiss on my forehead. I start to land when I hear his voice "I'm so proud of you, baby" I curl up against him while he holds me close. When he stands up to go to the bathroom I decide to check my pussy. Swollen as hell, what has he done? I pour a bit of wine over it to alleviate the pain and gulp down the rest of it. Suddenly I see him standing in front of me, a smirk on his face, he probably watched the whole scene.

"I have to tell you something. I am not done with you yet, I want you to collect all your scarves and throw them onto your bed. Then go to the kitchen, find something I can hit you with, or several things” I stand up and leave the living room, but walking seems impossible. I can hardly keep my balance, the knowledge that from now on I will be a slave to his will starts to land & the fact that I have to decide myself where I want to be hit with has certainly confused me.

The scarves are an easy job, they are lying in a basket in the hallway. I throw them onto the bed and stand still for a moment. Suddenly my mind becomes blank and without thinking I walk back to the living room and ask him if I really have to choose something where I want to be hit with. His look makes me realize that being a bit bratty wasn't wise.

“You, come here” he commands.
My legs are shaking like crazy when I walk towards him.
“On your knees”
I obey.
“On all fours”
I obey. And for the first time I sit on all fours.
“If you have a question, this is the position you assume, understood?"
“Yes” I whisper. “Okay, and now chop-chop, back to your bedroom and again"

Wait what?? The bratty girl in me wants to protest, but I decide to be wiser this time. I walk back to the door, turn around, take a deep breath and walk towards him. I’m afraid to look him in the eyes and focus on the walking part, because it feels like my balance system is completely out of order. I kneel before him, place my hands in front of his feet and ask if I really have to choose something where I want to be hit with myself. “Seriously, what do you think?”

In the kitchen I look around, try to get a grip on my thoughts, what am I going to choose? I open the drawer, grab a wooden spoon, look at it and decide that it’s a good choice to start with, because up until now I haven’t felt anything but his bare hands. Something else? I see something that I've never used, I think it’s for skimming foam from soup, isn’t that called a ladle? Those holes will definitely leave a creative pattern. I take a moment before walking back.

All of a sudden my eyes are drawn to the knives. It isn’t hit material, but I dream about feeling the blade of a knife softly sliding over my body, the point of it piercing my skin for such a long time that it's too tempting. I hesitate for a moment, but then I decide to grab the sharpest knife I have. It scares the living hell out of me and excites me at the same time. I place the "tools" neatly on my bed, walk back to the living room & kneel obediently before my master.

“Is everything ready?” “Yes” I answer with a trembling voice while looking down. I'm too shy to look him in the eyes. “Good girl. Now go grab a chair and put it next to your bed. Lay down on your bed and make yourself wet as can be, when I come I want you to be ready for me” In complete silence I grab a chair and walk to my bedroom. I lay myself down and despite the fact that I'm already soaking wet I touch myself. Fuck, that's sensitive. I stimulate my clit, but my hands are trembling and my mind is too far gone to make an effort. Do I have to sit on that chair? Where is he?

III

After what seems like eternity I hear him entering the bedroom. He checks me and moans as a sign of confirmation. Suddenly he pulls me from the bed and slams me onto the chair, my belly on the seat. Adrenalin rushes through my body as I lie there with my arms down the legs of the chair, vulnerable, little and terribly exposed. With the scarves he binds my wrists and knees to the four legs of the chair and then, just like that, he walks away. For a moment the knife crosses my mind, what the fuck was I thinking? When he comes back I see how he drops two pillows onto the floor, lifts my knees a bit and slides the pillows on each side underneath them. How attentive of him, I think, but the thought hasn't landed before I see the ladle appear under my head. Staring me in the face with a devilish look. Fuck.

In a split second he pulls up my dress and ouch, the first hit on my ass is a fact. Not long after that follows another one and another one and another one. Pain flows through my body, merges with the cramp that is building up in my neck and shoulders. The feeling in my limbs is fading and my ass starts to become very numb. I slowly lose track of time till I feel his hands as he tenderly massages my neck & shoulders, causing me to slowly come back to reality.

I wait until he releases me, but instead of removing the scarves, I hear how he uncouples the buckle of his belt & unzips his pants. Finally, he’s going to fuck me, that’s the best feeling in the world, I can handle some more cramp. Before I realize what he's doing I feel his belt exploding on my ass. Shit is it that hard to start a little more careful?

Fuck. That one was right on my clit, like it wasn't sensitive enough already? Another one follows and another one and another one, the pain becomes unbearable though it makes me enter a state of oblivion. I only come to realize that the hitting has stopped as he brutally thrusts his cock deep inside me. He fucks me as if his life depends on it, harder than he ever fucked me before. So hard that it hurts, but I will do anything to satisfy his needs and desires.

He starts to grunt and growl, goes harder, deeper and faster with each thrust till a loud scream escapes from deep inside when he climaxes and lets his body fall onto mine. Our sweat mingles as we let our exhausted bodies rest.

I feel his hand touching my knee, but instead of removing the scarves and releasing me from the cramp, he slides his hand slowly upwards across my leg. My breathing accelerates when he nears my pussy and then: a soft stroke against my labia, the slightest touch of my clit. He knows me so well, I have no patience, he wants me to beg for it.

So he lets me wait, builds up the tension ever so slowly and I have to bite my lip to prevent a please from escaping. My breath stops when I finally feel his magic fingers inside me. He stimulates me like never before and I surrender to the pleasure he brings. I start to shake & convulse violently before I climax intensely and the release makes me roar. Yet he gives me no time to recover and keeps stimulating me and after the umteempth climax in a row I start to beg.

Please stop, I can’t take no more, I'm done, but he doesn’t listen, he continues. My begging starts to fade & just as I’m about to lose my consciousness he stops and removes the scarves. I try to open my eyes in an attempt to regain some kind of awareness and through a haze I see pools of ejaculate where once the pillows were. With the scarves he tries to clean up the waterfall but that’s an impossible job. “You're not normal” he says when he guides me to the bed and holds me close. He kisses me, caresses my face, then puts his thumb in my mouth, stroking my nose with his index finger. "I'm so proud of you, babygirl" There, in Daddy's embrace, I feel protected, cherished, little and safe.

Sex On Fire will never sound the same: Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound. Hot as a fever, rattling bones.