Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Training Session with The Doctor”. Dear Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom Sir. Tonight’s introduction and story is all about you, Sir. The ties that bind can be soft and entwined, the ties can also be harsh and unkind. Stripped, strapped and tightly tethered, I grovel to kiss your boots of leather.
Collared, cuffed and made to crawl, I beg, then abase myself down on the floor. The ball gag is fastened, my mouth is sealed, the crop taps your calf and I scurry to heel.
I drape myself on the punishment horse, my limbs are secured with brutal force.
Legs spread apart, my rear is exposed, the crop, cane and dildo are used unopposed. I buck and thrash wildly as the dildo it fucks, the ties are tied tight so there is no escape.
But the strongest ties, the ties that you bind, they are tied so tight, in my own mind.
Oh Sir, You are never far from my mind, you know this as I know you are Salty Vixen’s biggest fan. Let’s begin….
I waited. I had no idea how long I had been there. Could have been a half hour, an hour or even two. I was face down. Straps held me firmly lashed spread-eagled to the bed.
The blindfold was completely effective; I couldn’t see a thing. There was a pillow under my hips to raise my ass. My solitude had been punctuated by the sounds of someone in the room with me.
Straining to hear anything that could be a clue as to my fate. I knew I was supposed to be receptive. Do not anticipate, do not expect. But this was still early in my training and I wasn’t very good at it yet. Another rustle of… silk, leather? I wasn’t sure.
My pussy was wet, that I knew. I could feel the slickness on my thighs, even though they were spread apart.
As I lay there images of past encounters with my lover would float to the surface of my mind. I held onto them letting the memory rise through me. That was always enough to get me hot; that and the bondage. My ass felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I craved touch. If only you would do something. I stretched my arms a bit to ease the muscles.
Suddenly I heard a sound I knew very well; the gentle whirr of a vibrator. I smiled and lifted my hips in invitation, looking forward to the pleasure. Crack, the switch landed on my backside. I cried out in surprise as the shock and pain ripped through me.
"Never anticipate." The voice of my trainer was deep and had a hint of humor in it. You gently caressed the burning welt on my ass. I felt like an idiot. Of course, never anticipate. I knew that. Your mouth was very close to my ear. I could feel your breath on my skin.
"I thought we’d been through this, Salty Vixen. I guess not enough.”, you said in your sexy deep voice. I know who the mystery man is. It is My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir...
The switch landed again. I pulled against the straps, trying to move away from the pain. It was hopeless of course. I knew that I couldn’t move more than an inch or two. Again your gentle caress soothed the injury. I could feel the heat of my passion rising.
The last time I had been whipped it had been a long session. I considered begging but discarded that notion immediately. It would only prolong the torment.
Two more strikes in quick succession. I cried out again. You whispered in my ear, "You’re doing very well. You’re strong and can take more than you know. I’ll help you."
I felt your hands again gently caress my ass. This time you slipped your fingers into my cunt and teased my clit. I groaned in pleasure. You ran your hands down my legs and then... nothing. All was still and quiet. I waited again. My body was burning with pain and passion.
I had no idea what would happen next. My arms and legs ached at being tied for so long. I was so wrapped up in the sensations of my body that I did not hear you approach until I felt my ass being probed. Hands spread my cheeks and then gently, slowly a butt plug was slipped into me.
The sensations rippled up through me as I pulled in vain at the straps that bound me. I had never felt so open to you, completely vulnerable to your whims.
The switch landed again. I felt my ass contract around the butt plug. just in time for the next strike. A cry of pain escaped.
"Ah, gently now. Turn the pain into pleasure." You caressed my ass gently and gave my butt plug a bit of a turn. I groaned.
"That’s right. Feels good, doesn’t it?" Your fingers found my clit again and pinched. I gasped but I knew I had to answer.
"Yes Sir, it does." I breathed.
"Very good." You continued to play with my clit. I tried to push my ass even higher into your hands. You laughed and thrust your fingers deep within me.
You withdrew your fingers and wiped them on my lips. I sucked them eagerly, enjoying the taste. You pulled your fingers away and the switch fell again. This time three quick strikes that fed my passion even higher.
It was definitely getting easier. I squeezed the butt plug and let the sensations flow through my body. My whole existence had reduced down to pain and pleasure at your whim. Your fingers found my cunt again. Heat rose through me in waves as you gently stroked my burning ass.
The vibrator turned on again and you used the tip to gently stroke my pussy then pushed it in to rub against my G-spot. I was riding so high on my orgasm that when the switch fell again it barely registered as painful. I pushed my pelvis into the pillow grinding my clit against the vibrator.
Another strike with the switch. My whole body tensed. I clenched and screamed as the climax took me. My world exploded into color.
You looked down on my tender flesh and gently removed the vibrator and the butt plug. My breathing was ragged and shallow as I shuddered with the aftershocks of my orgasm. You took a cool cloth and gently wiped the sweat from my back and my legs. Yes, Doctor, you were very gentle as you wiped my ass, spreading a soothing cream on the welts. I am calm.
You loosened the straps and massaged my arms and legs. I was still quivering as you took me in your arms, smoothing my hair and kissing me tenderly. I then fell asleep and you lay me back down on my belly.
Let me rest. You gently stroked the burning welts on my ass making me shudder in my sleep. The pattern so distinctive, so familiar. Your mark, your initials, T. D. As in “The Doctor”
I love you, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir..
