You want this…

A kiss ignited a fire as we were getting ready to go to bed.
“Go to the kitchen and take your clothes off,” He said.
“May I switch the light off,” I asked.
I knew better than to go against His wishes. If someone happened to be outside and look in from the street, they would be able to see me in the bright light of the kitchen. I told myself that it was too cold for people to be outside. It was about 7 degrees below zero, close to midnight, so people were supposed to be inside, right?

(click to enlarge)

I went to the kitchen and started to take my clothes off. One by one I took the pieces off and I instantly felt the cold when I was naked.
“Come here,” Master T said, standing at the kitchen door.
He pinched my nipples and pulled them up, forcing me to stand on my toes. I whimpered as it hurt. He relaxed His grip and I lowered my feet, but then He pinched again and I had to stand on my toes again. He held on for some time before he let me go again.
“Get on your knees,” He ordered.
I wanted to get on my knees facing Him but He told me to turn my back towards Him.
“Put your hands on your head,” He commanded and once again I obeyed.

I sat like that for quite some time and was somehow surprised that my legs did not start to hurt and feel numb as quickly as they normally do.
“Tell me when you start to feel cold,” Master T said.
I knew He was standing behind me, watching me. I sat quietly until an involuntary shiver went through my body. Still I did not tell Him I was cold, but sat there until a second shiver rippled through me.
“I’m starting to feel cold, Sir,” I said.
“Lay down on your back,” He said. That is not what I have expected to hear. The kitchen floor was cold. I arched my back as to not have it touch the floor, but my bottom and shoulders really felt the coldness of the floor.
“Spread your legs wide. Now touch yourself and bring yourself to orgasm. Three orgasms,” He said.

I kept my legs spread wide and started to touch myself. The first orgasm took long to happen as I was constantly feeling the cold floor below me. By the time the second orgasm hit I had totally forgotten about the coldness under me. After orgasm number three Master T told me to get up from the floor. Standing in front of Him He pulled me up to my toes by my nipples again.
“Whore,” He whispered just before He kissed me.
“Go upstairs,” He said, “the whip is waiting.”
I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs. Master T followed me. He told me to bend over the foot of the bed and to hold my position.

I was expecting to feel one of the two whips that Master T has recently purchased, but it was the cane that touched my ass. He started out softly, but gradually built it up. Just when I thought I could take no more, he put the cane down and got the whip out. Again He started slowly and gradually it got more painful. Some lashes really stung on my bottom. I writhed and eventually crouched, begging for no more. Master T ordered me to stand up and get back into position. I obeyed and yet again the whip kissed my ass. I willed myself to stay in position. I relaxed some and just accepted the pain. It was only when He exchanged the whip for the cane again, that I became nervous again.

“Count back from twenty,” He said.
“Oh no, that’s too much,” I said but I stayed in position and started counting. My ass was on fire when He was done.
“Turn around,” Master T ordered and I did.
“Hands above your head,” He said and I knew the cane would touch my tits. It did, and it hurt like hell, especially when it touched my nipples. I had to count down from twenty again and only once did I drop my arms to protect my breasts. I immediately obeyed when He told me to raise my arms again. I was breathing hard when He pulled me towards Him and kissed me.
“This is what you want,” He said as He looked down at me, His with strict eyes and a slight smile. I only nodded.
“You want this,” He spoke again and ordered me to get back into position over the foot of the bed.

lacedupwhipI was surprised as I thought that we were done, but we were not. The whip touched my ass again and it hurt even more than before. Was He hitting me harder or did it just hurt more because of the previous lashes? I did not know and I did not care. In me head I was chanting ‘I want this, I want this’ – yes, I knew that this is what I wanted. The pain. Him being in control. Him telling me what to do. Giving Him my body to do to it what He wanted to.

Twice more I had to count to twenty – once for my ass and once for my tits, both times feeling the cane. I ended up in Master T’s gentle arms, in tears, with a burning ass, thighs sticky with my horny juices and feeling relieved, alive and intensely happy.

© Rebel’s Notes

6 thoughts on “You want this…

  1. I love percussion play but also hate it at times too and I am sure that is how you feel about it at times from reading your account…

    Keep practicing as the more that you do the better your ass (and tits) will accommodate to it and the more you will be able to take.

    Love the picture of you on the kitchen floor…

    ~Mia~ xx

    1. I guess we will have to practice more then, but that’s really up to Master T to decide when we will practice and how much 🙂

      Rebel xox

  2. Dag lieve Rebel,

    Sta me aub toe dat ik ditmaal in NL reageer. Het is erg laat (02.00) en na een week van lang werken (uurtje of 12 per dag) ben ik niet helemaal scherp meer wb Engels. Ik heb ook dit verhaal van jou weer ademloos gelezen. Zo open, zo eerlijk, en dus zo intiem. Alsof ik al lezend aanwezig ben bij jullie ‘trip’. En daarnaast beschrijf je het zó levendig en stijlvol: je hebt echt talent, meerdere talenten.

    Ik verkeer jammer genoeg niet in een situatie waarin ik mijn sm-verlangens, -behoeften en -ervaringen kan en mag delen met mijn partner. Dat is voor mij een scherp randje aan jouw verhaal. Het doet me zó intens verlangen naar met mijn lief gedeelde ervaringen. Maar dat zit er gewoon niet in. Maar niet getreurd, daar staat veel ander gezamenlijk moois tegenover.

    Zoals je weet heb ik jouw website nog maar kort geleden ontdekt en elke dag tracteer ik mezelf op een bezoekje en wat lezen en rondkijken. Natuurlijk ook je boze – terecht – post gelezen over die dame die schaamteloos jouw content had ‘geleend’. Raar, en armoedig om te willen gaan pronken met de ervaringen, gedachten en gevoelens van anderen. Innerllijke leegte zit daar achter.

    Daar heb jij in elk geval geen last van, Marie Rebelle. Wat je ook schreef over de bijna full-time job om deze website bij te houden, herken ik ook helemaal. De laatste tijd heb ik te weinig tijd vrjj om mijn website bij te houden, verhalen te schrijven, foto’s te maken, het web af te schuimen naar inspirerende andere sites, maar dat gaat gauw weer komen.

    Ik babbel er op los. Hope you don’t mind! Je hebt er in elk geval een toegwijde volger bij. Voorlopig kan ik me nog volop laven aan jouw nog niet gelezen/bekenen delen van jouw website. Maar er zal een moment komen dat ik je smeek: gimme more!

    Ik groet je met en glimlach,

    1. Hi Kinquie,

      Jij mag altijd in het Nederlands reageren!

      Bedankt voor jouw ontzettend lieve comment. Het is fijn om te lezen dat jij de oprechtheid en eerlijkheid in mijn woorden weet te herkennen. Dit is mijn journaal en ik schrijf voor mezelf en het zou dom zijn om tegen mezelf te liegen, toch? En ik vind het ontzettend fijn dit met anderen te delen. Ik ben van nature een exhibitionist 😉

      Ik verwelkom je als een volger en kijk uit naar jouw reacties op mijn teksten. Bedankt!

      Rebel xox

  3. Wow, your acceptance and internal conflict is amazing to read. Not experiencing this myself, I can only wonder if I would be as intensely happy. So glad that he gives you what you want.

    1. He certainly does give me what I want. I am very happy to have Him as my Husband and Master.

      I hope that one day you can experience this intense happiness too.

      Rebel xox

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: