I had a St Andrew’s cross built for my birthday and I couldn’t wait to try it out. My husband spent hours in the garage, measuring and cutting to make it perfect, while I read stories about being restrained to the thing and teased endlessly. It didn’t take much persuading to get me into the cuffs once it was complete. He tied me, spreadeagle to the arms and legs of the cross, and asked one more time if I was ready. I nodded my head, barely able to speak as my excitement made it hard to articulate words.

With that he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and tied the gag in place. My imagination ran wild as he trailed kisses across my exposed body. I knew the lingerie I had picked wouldn’t survive the night. His hands roughly grabbed my chest and his mouth soaked through the fabric to my nipples. I tried to clench my thighs against the mounting desire I felt. I must have moaned, because the next thing I feel is the palm of his hand smacking against my face. Then his lips are at my ear. “I’m going to hurt you now, and you’re going to show me how much you enjoy it”. I whimper in anticipation, and try not to flinch when he rips the thin top covering my chest. I feel the air against my breasts and his fingers clamp on to my tits. I can’t hold back any more and moan onto the gag. I arch my back, pushing off the cross as his fingers pull HARD on my stiff nipple.

He pulls away laughs as my breathing gets heavier. A long moment passes as I strain to hear what he is doing. I faintly hear the click of the locks on our toy chest, and the sounds of him rummaging inside. Finally he returns to me, and I feel his hand press against my panties. “So wet already? We haven’t even started.” I don’t even try to hide my need for him and I think he catches on, because the next thing I feel is my panties being torn aside. His beard scratches my thighs as his tongue thrusts into me. I’m glad for the restraints, they are likely the only thing that kept me standing through that first orgasm.

He laughed as I came, and replaced his tongue with his fingers. The show circles around my clit kept me spasming against him. But he wasn’t done yet. I felt a line of fire burn against my chest as he struck me with the flogger. The pain brought me back from the edge, although I swear I could feel his mounting glee with each new smack of leather against skin. My head must have sagged, because I felt him lifting my chin as if to face him. Though I still couldn’t see, I knew he still wasn’t satisfied.

Something’s scraped against the floor between my legs, and I felt the cold head of my vibrating wand against my lower lips. He had built a stand to hold it in place as well, though this would be the first time it was used. He turned it on low and stepped back to watch me squirm. The head pressed hard, almost into me, and there was no where I could move to get away. Though I promise you I tried. I felt another orgasm building to a crescendo and started to moan louder. I think he took that as his cue, as he struck me again. A light slap on the face, just enough to bring me back to reality. I hear the perversion in his voice when he says “Not until I give you permission.”

Now the real punishment begins. He turns the and to a higher setting and covers me in some oils. The wand had started to become unpleasant, but the oils made it both more intense and bearable. I felt the vibrations throughout my pussy, my thighs, and my lower stomach. The oils coated my boobs too, and as he started striking them again, I felt the leather stick and pull. The stinging fire quickly cooled by the liquid, just as the next strike flared hot.

I couldn’t think, my body just responded. I was pushed to the point where I should have orgasmed and beyond. The strikes against my skin kept me unable to reach that peak, even as the intense ecstasy kept climbing. He pulled the gag free and I felt his kiss smother me. Without the whip lashes I finally came. And came hard. He held me there in a deep kiss as my whole body released. I yelled into his mouth and felt my juices gush down my legs.

I blacked out. I felt him kick aside the stand and quickly undo the cuffs. He guided me to the floor and pulled off the blindfold. It was a few seconds before I could focus enough to find his eyes. The cold wood floor felt amazing to my overheated body. He held my head in his arms and the intense worry on his face was the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen. Even if it was a little out of place from the experience of a few moments ago.

I caught my breath while being cradled against him. It wasn’t until I thanked him that the worry passed from his face. We both laughed a little and he offered to help me to the bed. I think he would have let me relax and be done. But I had saw the bulge at his crotch, and I had other plans…

Part 2?