Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 27

butterfly

"Ten, thank you, Mistress," I heard myself say, though I barely recognized my voice. I felt like another person when I was serving my Mistress. I didn't think, I just did. I had done a bit of research in the past week, and believed I was in what some referred to as "subspace." I didn't care what it was called, though; I loved it.

I knew I was wet, I could feel it, but I wasn't embarrassed. It was how my Mistress wanted me. I felt her hand on my ass, rubbing it lightly. I wanted to press myself back into her fingers, but I held still, waiting for her to take what she wanted.

She removed her hand, and I stood there for a moment, waiting for what was to come next. It was times like this I wished I wasn't blindfolded, but I knew that it was how my Mistress wanted it.

The moment I felt the tails of the flogger touch my skin, I shivered in anticipation. They left me for a moment and then returned with a sharp sting. I gasped. I felt the tails lightly caress my skin as she made the flogger glide over my cheek. Once again, she pulled them away and returned them with a snap. She did this several times. Each time, the caressing got shorter until she was just flogging my ass. I moaned as I felt the tails lick my skin again and again.

I slipped further into subspace and let the feeling take over my body. When she shifted the flogger and the tails flicked against my pussy lips, I nearly screamed, the sound coming out like a strangled cry. She flicked my pussy once, twice, and by the third time, when the tails licked my clit, I was nearly ready to come. I couldn't close my legs to stop the feeling, either. There was nothing I could do. She had to stop or I would come, and I'd come hard. When the flogger hit me again, I started to lose control. I didn't want to fail her, so I did the only thing I could think of.

"Rose!" I heard myself cry out.

She stopped the flogger, and I feared the repercussions of using the safe word as she quickly released my wrists, then ankles. I dropped to my knees and waited for her words. Would she tell me to leave now? Would she walk out on me, just leaving me there? I let my head fall forward in despair. Tears began to flow at the realization that I'd failed her.

"Do you need to end the scene?"

I shook my head, though I wasn't sure that I was even her submissive anymore. I'd failed her.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and sniffled, grateful she was still talking to me. "Then tell me what's wrong. Tell me why you called rose." I took a deep breath.

"It felt good," I whispered. "Too good. I thought—no, I knew—I was going to come without permission. I didn't want to disappoint you, but I think I did anyway." Tears began flowing again and I wiped at them.

"Listen, butterfly. I am not disappointed. I would have been upset if you would have come without permission, and I would have been angry if you would have come because you didn't say rose when you knew you should have. Were you afraid to say rose?"

I nodded, sniffling.

"I don't want you saying rose or mum every time you get a bit uncomfortable, but I do need you to know that you can say them and there will not be consequences. We will stop the scene and discuss it, like we are now, and then decide if we will proceed or end the scene."

Relief washed over me as her words sunk in. She wasn't disappointed in me for using a safe word.

"And when you are serving me, you will remember how to refer to yourself. She pulled me toward her, pressing my forehead against her thigh. Her fingers stroked my hair, and I felt a calm spread throughout my body.

"Are you alright now?" Her words were gentle and soothing.

I nodded and pulled myself away from her legs, readjusting myself into the waiting position.

"Would you like to end the scene for tonight, continue the scene, or go back and try that again? You may speak."

She was asking me what I wanted. What I wanted was not to have called rose, but it turned out that it had been a good thing. Now I knew it would be alright. My Mistress wasn't mad. I knew I didn't want to end the scene, either. I wanted to continue after that part or go back and try it again. I hated failing at anything. "Mistress, your butterfly would like to try it again."

"Such a good girl," she purred. "But it would have been fine if you had decided to end the scene."

I nodded.

She began to move, and I felt her pull me to my feet. I was again shackled by my wrists and ankles. Once secured, I felt the flogger gently caressing my ass, and before long, the soft tails were striking my skin. This time when they moved to my pussy, my Mistress seemed to take it slower, giving me time to calm a bit between strokes. She moved to the front of me, and when the flogger hit my pussy lips from that angle, it felt amazing and I groaned.

"Does that feel good, butterfly?"

I knew not to answer, so I bit my bottom lip.

"I bet it does. I love how your pussy lips swell with each stroke of the flogger. Your body pleases me. Now I want to see you come. Come for me, butterfly."

She flicked the flogger between my legs. Each time I got closer, until I was trembling. I felt her mouth on my nipple once again as she flogged me faster and faster. I had nothing to grind my clit on, so I knew I'd have to rely on the steady beat of the flogger tails.

They worked perfectly.

My body tensed, and I screamed out as I lost all control. The orgasm started deep within me and spread out quickly. I continued screaming as the wetness shot from my body. I could feel that I was coming, and since my Mistress kept flogging me, my wetness went everywhere.

I knew I was squirting uncontrollably, and in my position, with my legs spread wide, there was no way to hide it. She used the flogger a few more times and then, while I caught my breath, she flicked lightly at the butterflies that were hanging from my nipples.

I heard the sound of her zipper and knew her penis was out, only inches from my body. A few steps forward and one deep thrust, and she would be inside of me. I braced myself for the feeling, but it never came. Instead, I heard the quiet sounds of her hand stroking herself.

"Your body is dripping with your come, and your pussy is flowered open like a lily. It pleases me, little one. You need to keep very still so I can finish."

I groaned but stayed perfectly still as I tried to picture my pussy the way she'd described it—flowered open for her. I could feel my come dripping from between my legs, and the come I'd squirted earlier running in small trails down my body.

I could hear her moving her hand faster and faster. She roared loudly, and I felt her come hit my body. I'd gotten used to the fact that it would feel cool. I beamed with pride as I felt the growing wet spot on my stomach, knowing I pleased my Mistress enough that it brought her an orgasm.

I smiled contentedly as I felt gravity take over and pull the come down in between the slit of my pussy lips. I moaned as the liquid slid over my clit, and then panicked for a moment, recalling stories about how women who'd never had sex had become pregnant from similar things. The panic was fleeting though, as I realized how unlikely it was. I shouldn't have worried anyway, because Mistress left and quickly returned with a warm wet towel, wiping her come from my body.

"You will wear your butterflies until I tell you to remove them. Do you understand?" she asked as she began to remove the restraints from my wrists and ankles.

I nodded in response.

"And you will clean up this mess you have made, then write about tonight in your journal."

I nodded again. It was easier to write my feelings in the journal than to say them out loud to my Mistress.

After I cleaned the room and wrote in my journal, I dressed and went down to my apartment. I'd decided not to wear my bra, and each time I moved, the butterflies moved as well, reminding me they were there. I knew I had a huge smile on my face for the rest of the night, which thankfully was an early one because I was exhausted.