Whispers of Submission

His command

"Undress," he commanded, his voice low and brooding.

Emma's hands trembled as she reached for the buttons on her dress. Her fingers felt clumsy as she fumbled with the fastenings, but she managed to get the dress open and slipped it off her shoulders. She stood before him in her bra and panties, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"All of it," he said, his voice a low growl.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. With shaking hands, she unhooked her bra and slipped it off, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Then, slowly, she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them.

Sebastian's eyes roamed over her naked body, taking in every curve and dip. He stepped closer, his eyes locking with hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He reached out and traced a finger down her arm, causing her to shudder. Then, with a swift motion, he crossed the room and retrieved a blindfold from the bed. He returned to her and gently placed it over her eyes, tying it securely behind her head.

"Now, my sweet Emma," he said, his voice a low purr in her ear. "It's time for you to surrender."

Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hands on her shoulders, guiding her towards the bed. She stepped forward, her bare feet padding softly on the floor. The bed was large and inviting, and she sank onto it, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Sebastian's hands moved over her body, his touch gentle yet firm. He traced the outline of her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they stood erect. Then, with a soft laugh, he blew a gentle stream of air across them, causing her to gasp.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I wonder how much you can take."

He moved away from her for a moment, and Emma listened intently, trying to gauge his movements. She heard the rustle of fabric and the clinking of metal, and then he was back, his hands on her again.

He began to tie her wrists together, using a soft rope that felt cool against her skin. He secured her wrists to the bedposts, stretching her arms above her head. The position left her chest heaving and her nipples taut.

"How does that feel, my lovely submissive?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"It's... it's wonderful," Emma replied, her voice strained.

He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down her stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He reached her hips and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, positioning her legs so that her knees were bent and her feet were flat on the bed.

"Now, let's see how well you can take this," he said, his voice thick with promise.

He stepped away again, and Emma strained to hear his movements. She heard the sound of a flogger being unfurled, and her heart skipped a beat. Then, with a sharp crack, the flogger descended on her bare back, the impact sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body.

She cried out, her voice muffled by the blindfold, as the flogger struck her again and again. Each blow sent waves of sensation rippling through her, and she felt her sex growing wetter with each strike.

"That's it, my sweet," Sebastian's voice encouraged her. "Take it like a good girl."

He continued to rain blows upon her back, each one a delicious torment. Emma writhed on the bed, her hips bucking as the pleasure built within her. She felt his hands on her again, this time on her hips, holding her still as the flogger continued to dance across her back.

He was right. She could take this. She wanted this. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, a dance of sensations that left her breathless.