Whispers of Submission

Skin on fire

Sebastian's hands moved to her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, sending a sharp spike of pain through her. She cried out, her body arching in response. He continued to tease and torment her, his hands and the flogger working in tandem to push her closer and closer to the edge.

She felt his mouth on her shoulder, his teeth biting gently into her flesh. He licked and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her arm. Then, with a final, sharp crack, he struck her back one last time, and the flogger fell silent.

He moved away from her, and Emma lay panting on the bed, her body slick with sweat. She felt a soft feather brush against her skin, tickling her from her shoulders to her hips. She shivered as the feather trailed over her breasts, her nipples hardening further.

"You're so beautiful when you're all tied up," he said, his voice a low murmur. "So helpless and vulnerable."

He ran the feather over her stomach, tickling her navel, and she giggled, the sound muffled by the blindfold.

"I have a few more surprises for you," he said, his voice thick with promise.

He stepped away again, and Emma strained to listen. She heard the rustle of plastic and then the sound of something being opened. A moment later, she felt a cool gel being applied to her skin, spreading over her breasts and stomach.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice thick with anticipation.

"A little something to enhance your sensations," he replied, his voice a low whisper.

He began to massage the gel into her skin, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. The gel felt cool and slippery, and Emma shivered as he worked it into her flesh.

"It's called a sensory gel," he explained. "It heightens the sensitivity of your skin, making every touch and sensation more intense."

He continued to rub the gel into her skin, his fingers moving over her breasts, her stomach, and her inner thighs. Emma squirmed on the bed, her hips bucking as the gel seemed to intensify the heat building within her.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

"It's... it's amazing," she replied, her voice strained. "It's like my skin is on fire."

He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing over her clitoris, causing her to gasp. He continued to tease her, his fingers dancing over her sex, the gel making every touch electric.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained. "I need more."

He chuckled again, his fingers still working their magic on her. Then, with a final, slow circle, he withdrew his hand. Emma groaned in protest, her hips bucking in search of his touch.

"Not yet, my sweet," he said, his voice a low whisper. "We're just getting started."

He stepped away from the bed, and Emma listened as he moved about the room. She heard the clinking of metal and the rustle of fabric again. Then, with a sharp snap, something was placed over her mouth, covering her nose and mouth.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice muffled by the gag.

"A ball gag," he replied, his voice echoing through the room. "It'll keep you nice and quiet while I work my magic."

He stepped back to the bed and ran a finger down her cheek, his touch gentle.

"You're so beautiful, Emma," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "So brave and so trusting."

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips cool against her skin. Then, with a final nod, he stepped away from the bed and began to explore the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and sensations.