Page 27 of Emergence and Ascendance

"Anxious and too damn aware." The lightness in her voice brought a smile to my face. She was doing her best to stay in the moment and I appreciated that.

"Good, I need you aware of me and everything around you, but more importantly I need you to be aware of how your body feels."

I gently placed my hand at her hip and she jerked away from my touch before she relaxed. I added my other hand, hooked my fingers into the side of her thong, and slowly dragged it down her body. I lowered in front of her and, fuck, the first thing that hit me was the scent of her arousal. I inhaled deeply and fought the urge to cover her pussy with my mouth and make her cum so many times she was delirious. Instead, I wrapped my hand around her ankles one by one and lifted her feet to free the lacy material.

When I extended to my full height again, I stepped back and shoved it into my pocket. I stood quietly, admiring her beauty. After a few minutes she got anxious and swung her head left to right even though she couldn't see a damn thing.

"The blindfold is intentional. When you can't see, your other senses are heightened. You'll feel everything more intensely. Sounds, scents, textures. The most important reason I blindfolded you is to prevent you from anticipating what's happening around you and what comes next. You'll have to trust me. Rely on me and that means surrendering control, which is the foundation of what happens here. Submission."

Her fingers curled into her palms.

"'Do you understand?"

"Yes…" She paused and inhaled a breath. "Yes, Sir."

I moved close again and stepped behind her, lowering my hands to her waist before moving them down her thighs to her calves, then her feet, helping her out of her heels. I lifted again and guided her to our first station, a padded bench positioned in the center of the room.

I covered her hands with mine and guided them to the black cushioned lining and stepped back. "This is a spanking bench. The padding is for comfort and support. I would like to start here when you're ready. I'll give you a minute to get acquainted with it."

"I'm ready now, Sir."

I nodded.

"I'm going to position you now." I nudged her forward with my chest at her back until she was at the edge. "Up."

I placed a hand on her thigh and she flattened hers to assist while I lifted her onto the bench. Once her knees were pressed into the padding on the sides, spreading her open, I moved my hands over the backs of her thighs down to her calves. "I need to secure your wrists and ankles. The cuffs are padded. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, use your colors."

"Yes, Sir." I could tell she was nervous from the uncertainty in her voice but she allowed me to keep going. I carefully secured her in place, making sure the cuffs were snug but not tight enough to restrict circulation.

"You good?"

Instinctively, she tugged at the restraints and inhaled, releasing it slowly. "I'm good, Sir."

I started by moving my hands lightly over her skin, getting her acclimated to my touch and establishing a connection. This was meant to ground her and create a baseline for how sheshould measure what would follow. The subtle arch of her back brought a smile to my face. She was already responsive.

"This is your introduction so I will start by exposing you to different sensations. Some will be intense and others subtle."

I increased the pressure as my palm moved up her spine and gripped the back of her neck. "I want you to focus on each one but don't overthink. Just enjoy the experience."

A table close by held the things I needed. I selected a suede flogger, which I let her feel first. It fell softly over her arms, up her shoulders, and down her spine so she could get used to the texture.

"Did you familiarize yourself with bondage equipment?"

"Yes, Sir, some of it."

I moved the soft leather over the curve of her ass. "Can you tell me what I'm using?"

"Flogger…" Her voice was softer.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, Sir."

"I'll start slow and work you into this."

My first contact was feather-light. She shifted as much as the restraints and position on the bench would allow until I increased the intensity. I watched her reaction carefully, taking in the shift in her breathing and the way her fingers curled and flexed. She pulled at the restraints each time the flogger landed, stinging her skin. My focus was on the back of her thighs but at an angle where the ends reached her pussy. When I increased the intensity, she groaned and rocked against the padded covering.

"Color."

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