“A gift for you..” he said, throwing a heavy lump of black tissue paper in front of me. “Go ahead, you may open it; i bought these just for you” he said as a I looked up at him from my position, bent over the side of the bed, my hands cuffed in leather restraints and clipped together. 

“How am i supposed to do that?” I ask quizzically, holding up my bound hands.  

“If you want what is in there you will figure it out,” he said, laughing. As I flipped the package around trying to figure out how to get into it, I said playfully “Presents on the first date? You shouldn’t have!” He laughed at me and replied, “I like how excited you are.  You may not feel the same when you see what is in there.” I tore at the corner and brought my fingers together awkwardly to pull the tissue apart until I made an opening, lifting the tissue and letting the weight of the objects inside pull the rest of the tissue away. Out fell a rubber paddle and a large black synthetic flogger, the tails spilling across the white sheet. I should have been afraid, and I was, but also I could feel my juices start to collect inside me, ready to slip out between my lips at the thought of those tails kissing and biting into my skin.

I looked at him with wide eyes as he asked me which I wanted to start with. I pointed a finger on my cuffed hand to the flogger. He chuckles. “No,” his voice changes to a stern tone. “I have changed my mind, you don’t get to choose – I do. And don’t forget that.” 

“No Sir, I won’t,” i gasped as he picked up the rubber paddle. I had already been given a lesson about disobeying and failing to respond appropriately, a lesson i was not eager to repeat.  The strap has still left a mark on each cheek days later. 

“Are you ready?” he said. I nodded. “I can’t hear you!” he said impatiently.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Count.” And I counted each smack to five, the blows landing on my ass, and the back of my thighs. The sensation intense, the impact stinging and leaving me with a hot glow. 

“Good. Now we will try the flogger.” 

He started out brushing the tails over my shoulders, back, hips, ass and down to my thighs. Then he took the first flick of his wrist lightly on my ass, first one side and then the other. I let out a contented sigh. He continued to flog me, picking up the pace and intensity. On my back and shoulders, on my ass and thighs, pausing occasionally to ask how it felt, and whether the speed and intensity were good. A swipe of the tails sideways brought the tips in contact with my wet sex and I groaned and thrust my ass up, exposing it further to his attention.  I spread my legs wider and he drew the tails upward squarely between my legs. I was moaning and gasping for air. The flicks of those tails biting into my soft flesh, onto my clit, making it throb harder with every flick of his wrist. 

“Come with me,” he said, unclipping the cuffs and leading me to the desk near the front of the room.I laid down with my breasts on the pillow on the desk, my legs wide. He grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and pulled forcefully so my head was up, staring directly into the camera that was set up. He began working me over with that delicious flogger, over and over without much pause, between my legs while I held the vibe to my clit. He began concentrating on my sex, flicking the tails upward again between my legs and on the inside of my thighs, as I let out a guttural moan, gasping for air, “Please Sir, may I cum now?” “Yes, it pleases me to make you cum you dirty girl, cum for me and keep that head up!” I cum hard, my hips rocking in spasms of desire as wave after wave washes through my body, I stare at the camera lens as my body shakes and I know how much it will please him to watch it later. I collapse onto the desk for a moment, to catch my breath as he runs his hands over my body, telling me what a good girl I am, how I have pleased him, how he enjoys how wet I am as he shoves two fingers inside of me, telling me to stand up and turn around. He  shoves his fingers back inside me and starts to tap those fingers on my g-spot, building the tension in my body.  I ask permission to cum again and as it is granted I scream out,  “Oh fuck don’t stop I am cumming again!” Anyone in the hall could hear us but I don’t care, lost in the spasms of desire wracking my body, squirting all over his hand, my orgasm feels like it will never stop. 

As I collapsed against him, my body spent, he kisses me deeply, and we wrap our arms around each other. He leads me to the bed and wraps me up in his arms, telling me how much it pleases him to watch me cum, my eyes heavy with desire, my moans filling the room; how much he loves how wet I get. “What makes you this wet?” he asks, his fingers dipping between my legs into my still soaking pussy. “You do, Sir. Thank you.” And that, to me, is the real gift.