Saltier

We walk in and of course I am nervous
It is my first time
His hand is in my hair, gripping
No one looks a second time
Because a lot of the girls are held this way
That's the kind of place this is.
The boys are sometimes held this way, too
But some are held a different way,
By the backs of their necks.
It just depends on what's going to happen that night
And the level of tension inside
On what one needs to get through the door.
We visit with some acquaintances,
I haven't been here long enough to make real friends.
This is a new scene for me.
I start to relax, and of course He can feel it.
Slowly we make our way to our destination.
The sights and sounds in this room would be unreal
To most anyone who wasn't used to seeing them.
My mind isn't on others tonight,
I'm concentrating on something else
My breath has fallen into a certain rhythm
The one that keeps me calm no matter what happens
Learned long ago and far away.
We arrive.
I am quickly bare, vulnerable in every way.
Bound, open, available.
The light flees as the silk covers my eyes.
I feel the warm oil as He rubs it into my back
And further down my ass and legs
It feels divine.
I relax.
He rubs it in all the way.
I forget everything except this tiny little black world
That has He and I.
One hand never leaves me,
The other brings a sting to my ass.
This I love to feel.
He starts slowly and builds
I'm moaning, I can hear it.
I hear the swish that means the belt
And I cry out with the shock of it
He stops and rubs my ass for a few moments
I purr, but He's not done.
Just a break, a pause
Then more, but I'm ready now
The leather feels good against my skin
Then He's done and His voice is in my ear
Telling me what a good girl I've been
And His fingers are on my clit
While His cock works it's way into my ass.
And I am a good girl
Because I wait until He tells me to cum
Before I do.
Then there is only light and I hang for a minute
With him holding me along with the ropes.