Sensations

by: Anonymous

She'd said she had a special surprise for me. Our sessions were normally pretty mind-blowing, so it was hard to imagine what she might have planned. I was nearly trembling in anticipation as I arrived.

As I waited in the living room, Lorrett came out with the usual form on a clipboard, which was odd.

"She'll be out in just a moment," Lorrett said mysteriously as she left.

I could here the click of her high heels on the floor as she walked towards the living room. The drapes parted, revealing the Tawny Goddess, Tatiana! Her raised index finger across her lips stifled my greeting to her. From her Cheshire Cat smile, I knew that she was true to her promise of a special surprise. I still couldn't figure out what she had in mind; even the clues that might have been provided by looking at today's collection of toys were denied me, as she carried them this time in a plastic tackle box.

She beckoned me to follow her upstairs. When we arrived in the dungeon, she closed the door behind her. Still without uttering a word, she motioned for me to undress. She handed me a pair of headphones playing the mournful strains of a Loreena McKennitt CD which drowned out all the other sounds. She led me over to the X frame. She applied wool padded straps to my wrists and ankles. Instead of the usual chain and carabineers, she bound me to the frame with fine string. The message was clear, I could choose to break free any time, only my submission to her will prevented me. I placed myself completely in her control, protected only by the safe word that I'd privately vowed never to invoke. From the tackle box, she picked up a blindfold and put it over my eyes.

For what seemed like hours she left me there, my mind racing in a mixture of delicious anticipation spiced with a little fear. The delay heightened the senses I could still use. I could tell that she was near me from the subtle air currents from her movement. Once, I thought I smelled the exotic musk of her armpit, but couldn't be sure.

When the first blow from the flogger landed it was like the initial lightening stroke of a Midwestern thunderstorm, a single event that heralds a crescendo. Again, she waited. My mind started to shut out thoughts other than the here and now, all the concerns of the world outside this room were set aside. When would the next blow come? Could I stand it? When the storm of leather arrived, it enveloped me, shrinking my world to here and now. A strange sense of detached calm began to creep into me as the endorphins began to flow through my battered body.

She released me from the X frame, and lay me down on the table with my arms and legs hanging over the sides. The flogging began again, much more slowly this time, the blows timed to let me synchronize my breathing with them. I'd lost all track of time, all interest in things outside of this room, this moment.

The pace continued to ebb. The flogger was replaced by other, gentler things. My back was sensitized now, and I could feel the individual strands at the edge of the mantilla as it was dragged across, or each of the hairs on the piece of fur. Her nails drew lines like the contour lines on a map, outlining the ridges and valleys of my back. A piece of ice soothed the fire she'd created, its trail left rivulets tickling me as they trickled down to the sheet. I couldn't tell all the different things with which she touched me. Cold, hot, smooth, rough, all sorts of different surfaces passed over my flesh. Some them were soothing, others painful.

Now and again she paused to treat met to the pheromone laced, musky scents of her body. They triggered a deep, animal like response in me. I gulped them in like a drowning person surfacing for a gasp of air.

As my body reached a more normal state, rationality returned. I knew this had to end, but I longed for it not to. Gently laying her hand on my shoulder, she helped me stand. She removed the headphones and blindfold, allowing me to glimpse her statuesque beauty.

As she turned and opened the door to leave, I broke the code of silence imposed on this session.

"Thank you, my Goddess," I said softly.