Safety In The Dark: Part One

The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow from a pillar candle set atop a small chest. The black sheets felt cool to her naked skin, as she lay on her stomach across the bed. A cool breeze blowing from the ceiling fan, causing small bumps to rise down the length of her body. She resisted the urge to curl her body in closer to keep warm, knowing she needed to lie still as she was told. With her face down in the softness of her pillow, she was unsure where he was.

Her breathing came more ragged as her anxiousness grew. It was nights like this that she lived for, but it never seemed to stop her from being nervous when the time came. Everything she hoped for, and everything she feared all rolled into one exquisite moment. Every time was different, even if only a little. Which kept her constantly unsure of what to expect, playing more into her nervousness.

After laying in the cold, for what seemed like hours, she heard him moving closer to her. The sound was too muffled for her to know from what side he was approaching. Her breath stuttered as she felt him place a warm hand on her ankle. He was ever so gentle as he touched her, and slid his hand slowly up the back of her leg. He caressed her thigh with his finger tips softly. Never moving his fingers from her backside, she felt a sharp slap on her ass, as he brought down his other hand firmly. The warmth from the sting radiated outward, and began to remove the cold that had been creeping over her body.

She inhaled sharply, then slowly let out a muffled whimper. Just as she began to catch her breath, she felt another sharp slap, across the other side of her ass. This time bringing a small shout from her lips. Breathing heavily and feeling the warm sting trail out from the certainly now red mark, she resisted the urge to writhe about. It was all she could do to hold still. The thoughts of all that could happen raced through her mind, adding to the excitement and the struggle to do as she was told.

He grabbed hold of her other ankle, and quickly pulled them apart. She was left open and bare. He made he way up the bed, staying between her legs. As he slid closer to her, she could feel the warm fabric of the jeans he still wore. She couldn't help herself from whimpering as he leaned down on her to clasp both her wrists, and she felt the cold from the buckle on his pants.

He pulled her arms behind her, to her wrists which were at her waist. Holding her hands in place with one hand, he firmly stroked her hair. She relaxed into the feel of his hand on her head, and began to calm. Her breathing slowed, as she knew from that one small gesture that all things were done to her, as evidence of love.

After only a moment the cold leather of the wrist cuffs were being tightened around her. Again she struggled not to squirm, only failing slightly. She heard a soft "Tsk Tsk", from him, just before a solid slap fell hard across her ass once more. Tearing a solid scream from her lips. She quickly caught her breath and whispered, "I'm sorry." Her forgiveness came only in the form of a light caress across her still stinging ass.

He locked the wrist cuffs together behind her back, leaving her with no way to lift herself off the bed. She was stuck with her face buried in the pillow. She could still feel him kneeling between her naked thighs, the coarse denim of his pants was oddly comforting. She felt vulnerable and helpless, yet safer than she ever had. He usually had this effect on her. Only beneath him could she truly find peace. She lived to serve him in all ways. She gave up her Independence, for the safety of his dominance. He was her Master, and her His submissive.