An erotic night with the LA skyline serving as a gorgeous backdrop to the most submissive slow dance. [x-post to bdsmerotica] | 2016

The downtown skyline approaches and my excitement is anything but faint. It feels like I’m on a plane on its final descent into one of my favorite cities. These days, my favorite places are the places He takes me. So when I cross the 4th Street bridge, I feel relief in knowing that I am physically that much closer to Him.

When I see Him, I struggle to keep my urges hidden in public. My eyes are fixated on Him waiting for that intense stare that just makes me melt into submission. I jump at any opportunity to display my submission. I caress my neck in the space where my collar should be, letting Him know how badly I need to be His. When He sends me to the bar to order His drink, I’m delighted because I know my reward for serving him will be a soft kiss. One of my favorite things to do is suck traces of His off Scotch before tasting Him. Lagavulin has never been so erotic.

“Let’s get out of here.” are always my favorite words of the evening. My heart races as He walks me back to His place. I never quite get used to the nervous feeling of not knowing what will happen once we’re behind closed doors. Sometimes He grabs me and takes me immediately . Sometimes He takes His time, seductively locking all the restraints into place. It’s a careful choreography that He arranges and I’m always ready and willing for Him to do as He pleases.

Tonight the shades are up allowing the nighttime skyline to serve as a gorgeous backdrop, that I’m not allowed to see thanks to the velvety soft, red blindfold he places on me. My senses are immediately heightened as He locks my collar in place and whispers into my ear, “You’re mine” and it’s impossible not to melt.

He runs the leather straps along my arms making them weak and rendering them useless in any attempts at grabbing Him. He locks a cold metal bar to my collar and cuffs my wrists to the bottom of it. When I test it, the sound of metal on metal emphasizes that there will be little movement, and I know I’m in trouble.

I whimper for Him and He slowly comes up from behind to wrap His arms around my vulnerable body. He keeps His hold long enough for me to sway into Him in the most submissive slow dance. He leaves me standing there and I follow His sounds when I suddenly feel the mini flogger on my tits. They sting and tickle at the same time. Twisting my body just gives Him access to my ass. He knows that and holds me in one arm while using His free hand to spank my bare ass. Being able to sink into His arms allows me to feel His muscles and anticipate just how hard He will strike. The loud smack is followed by His gentle fingertips that send shivers throughout my body. He reads my body so well, placing His hands where I need them the most.

I’m in a trance, aching for Him to hurt me because it lasts longer than His embrace. Suddenly, I feel the cold rattan cane. He presses the length of it on my body to warm it up but nothing gets me acclimated to every lash of the cane bouncing off my skin. I can hear and feel the reverberation. Usually I wiggle and writhe on the sheets to cool my skin but I’m standing there, fully exposed and fully in His control.

Our dance continues and He pulls down my blindfold while holding me in place with His hands. They’re so comforting but I know what’s to come. I lean my cheek into his left hand. His eyes remind me of how badly I need this. He forces me to look into His eyes as He slaps the left side of my face. There’s no hesitation from Him and it’s worth all the pain I can endure to give Him that power over me. He backhands my right cheek and my head spins. His slaps always make me smile. It makes me feel so much closer to Him, forcing me to experience His dominance over me more intensely. When I relax my face, it ceases to hurt. But when I try to smile, the pain lingers and it’s such a sweet reminder of everything He does to me and how I love it.

He grabs me by the hair until I’m on my knees for Him. My mouth naturally opens wide for Him. It’s such a treat to suck His cock. I read His movements the same way He reads mine. I listen for His sounds to blend together the best use of my mouth that will make Him throw me on the bed and fuck me. Leading up to this moment, He was in my mind controlling how I would experience and receive everything He wanted to give me. With His cock finally inside me, He now had complete control over my mind and my body to do as He wanted.

By morning, I already feel us dissolving as the light bursts through the shades to cleanse the entire place of everything He did to me. Our goodbye routine is as drawn out as possible as I attempt to squeeze out every second. We seem to exist between sunsets and sunrises so mornings become quite unbearable. I try to sleep with my collar on, but I know in the morning, it must come off. And once it does, our dance is officially shelved for next time.

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