Page 37 of The High Price Of Loneliness

She asked, eyes wide and unblinkingly, “Well, may I ask a question? If I say ‘red,’ would that mean the end of us?”

His deep and commanding voice said, without pause, “That would just depend on how committed I feel you are to your training and how far you are willing to go to show your devotion and dedication to me and our partnership, Angelica.” Gray answered in his sure manner, adding, “You did say you would do anything at all for this to work. Yes?” He turned to look into her eyes for her reply.

She said timidly, “Yes, sir. I would.”

“Well, you can tell me, but I would much prefer that you show me,” Gray concluded as he walked around the bed and picked up a pair of black Velcro wrist restraints. They are similar in function to handcuffs but with no key required. Instead, they connect to one another, as a restraint, with a simple stainless-steel turnbuckle.

“Will you wear these for me?” he asked, always seeking consent for bondage play.

She heard her words start to flow out of her a bit more naturally now and said, “Yes, sir.” She felt herself begin the mental journey of letting go. Breathing deeply and slowly, she let her energy settle, by choice, into her session with Edward as he applied one of the Velcro restraints to her wrists.

She heard his deep and compelling voice guide her forward with his next request, “Turn around, Angelica, with your back to me.” Without words, she obediently complied, adding her required acceptance after her back was to him by whispering softly, “Yes, sir.”

She felt him leaning into her ear to speak in his deepest register, which always made her shake and tremble, and then heard, “Now, place your hands behind your back for me.”

Taking a deep breath as she prepared to be fully bound by him, she clasped her hands behind her back as she shakily spoke her devotion, “Yes, sir.”

Angelica felt Edward’s hand masterfully connecting her two wrist restraints, so she had both hands bound behind her back. Feeling vulnerable, she took a deep breath again and relaxed into his voice as instructed. Placing a pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed, he instructed her forward and said, “Next, kneel down on the pillow and then bend forward over the bed, so that you are face down for me.”

Angelica replied, “Yes, sir. But I need your help to kneel.” She felt his strong, gloved hands holding her shoulders firmly for balance, making it less awkward to kneel and bend over without the use of her hands. With his help, she ended up kneeling softly on the pillow and then found herself head down with her gorgeous heart-shaped derriere fully exposed to Edward to do as he pleased.

From her peripheral vision, which Edward had allowed her to keep with no blindfold thus far, she saw that he selected the black suede leather flogger from the display of toys and instruments on the bed.

Angelica heard his steady voice guiding her further on her journey as he said, “In this next level of your training, I will introduce you to impact play. You may discover that it is much more pleasurable than it appears to the outside viewer. It may look simply like punishment or pain. But actually, it can be very sensual and erotic.” He continued, “I intend to replace the anchors and triggers you have in your mind with a new set of connections.”

Angelica’s blood was pumping hard. Her fear level was rising to hear his words about her abusive childhood. The trauma had been so unbearable she had left home at age seventeen.That will not be as easy to replace as Gray might think, ran through her mind.

She felt Gray’s leather-gloved hands lifting her silk robe, exposing her naked derriere. She had chosen to wear no undergarments under her robe for him in case he wanted her open and accessible to him. Gray laid the length of the black robe well onto her back, covering her cuffed wrists, now bound tightly behind her back.

But what happened next was different than what she had feared most. She felt the lightest touch of the flogger with its many long strands of suede leather strips ever so lightly tracing patterns across her baby-soft skin. Down the back of her thighs, he lightly stroked her and then back up to her heart-shaped derriere. “You look beautiful,” Gray assured her. “You should see how gorgeous you look at this moment.”

She gushed upon hearing Edward’s praise. How she longed for it and had worried she would never hear it again. “Thank you, sir,” she said, turning her head ever so slightly to speak.

“Next, you will feel light steady strokes across your buttocks. You may find the sensation remarkably pleasant with zero pain at all,” he encouraged as he began circular motions with the flogger that rotated like a windmill above Angelica’s derriere. It turns out he was right! Every stroke of the flogger against her skin made a spanking noise, and indeed it sounded like she was getting an ass beating of the highest order. But in fact, it did not hurt in the least. “How is that pressure, Angelica?” Edward asked, seeking her feedback.

“It’s fine, sir. In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all, as you said,” she replied happily, relieved that it was nothing like the belt whippings of her childhood.

Gray returned to the light, soft touch of the flogger across her light pink skin now. A heightened sense of feeling gave her goose bumps across her skin. Down and back up, the back of her thighs became intensely sensitive now. And then—whack, whack. Gray spanked Angelica across her ass, first from the right and then backhanded from the left. Two full-on strikes of the flogger across her bum. “And how did that feel, Angelica?”

“Nothing!” she said with surprise. “It makes a huge scary noise but doesn’t hurt at all. That’s amazing, actually,” she added.

Gray laid the flogger down on the bed in clear view of Angelica so she could see he was finished with the instrument, at least for now. He caressed her baby-soft skin with partially leather-covered hands. His exposed fingertips traced across her backside and down the back of her closed thighs, which he gently opened as he said, “Spread for me.” As she opened her knees wider for him, she felt her heart racing, aching for his touch.

Edward’s hands gently ran up the inside of Angelica’s thighs which trembled at his touch. She inhaled with a light gasp of joy as his fingertips lightly grazed her lips, just barely touching her center of joy. He observed and said, “As I had hoped, Angelica, you are completely and totally wet right now just from feeling the touch of your Dominant’s flogger against your skin.”

Angelica blushed, being so open and exposed and vulnerable to him. Having him stroke her revealed her growing pleasure and the pressure of excitement mounting inside. His deep voice compelled her forward yet again. “We need to go deeper, much deeper in your training, Angelica,” Gray proclaimed. “Are you open to continuing further?” he asked, seeking consent once again.

“Yes, sir,” she said without pause. “All green lights. More, please,” she added with complete enthusiasm and a bit of surprise in her voice.

Next, Edward selected a long whippy black riding crop with a red heart embossed on the receiving tip. “Your next level is the soft tip of a riding crop. It can also feel light and erotic like the flogger, but in masterful hands, it can deliver a light amount of sting. On a scale of one to ten, one being low and ten being high, you might feel it as a one or two today.” To prepare her, Gray said, “Are you ok with proceeding still?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, signifying the sound of her readiness for submission to a deeper level of trust. She would let Edward set the limits as she took her next deep long breath. Already the riding crop tip was lightly stroking her skin. Angelica arched her back to entice Edward to take her with his manhood. But his steady hand kept the focus on the riding crop tracing first the outside and then later, ever so lightly, up the inside of her thighs, but never any contact with her sensitive mound of pleasure. He made sure to steer completely clear of impact play there regardless of the device in hand.

She ached with anticipation. When would the riding crop strike with a bit of surprise and force like the flogger? This stroke? No. Gray kept teasing and stroking and caressing with very gentle rapid “taps” on her butt cheeks, so they became rosy pink, but still no pain and no powerful strikes as he lured her into total concentration on her sensations.

Then it happened. The humming of the big Hitachi Magic Wand started vibrating. She would recognize that sound anywhere from the Red Playroom. Edward gently pressed the soft, flexible head of the wand into the center of her pleasure, and she felt the surge of its intensity coursing through her body.

“Ohhhhhhh!” she cried out.

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