“Bring me the switch,” he says.

“The switch, Sir?” I ask.

He smiles, “The switch and the leather paddle now. The switch is soaking in the umbrella stand in the corner.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, and if I am a bit breathless, it is because the idea of a freshly soaked switch, so it will be supple and super stingy, the thought of it landing on my ass and my thighs, took my breath away. Of course, that quick question had earned me the paddle too.”

I wasted no time getting up from my kneeling position in front of him. I collect the switch first, and then the leather paddle from the closet where it hangs with all the other toys. Moving back toward my Sir, I hold them in both hands so that I am prepared to get in position at his feet. Kneeling again, the switch and the paddle resting on both hands, palms up. I raise my hands toward him, presenting the tools that are about to be used on me.

I bow my head. He pauses a moment and then I feel him take the switch, then the paddle, from my hands. He pauses again before he says, “Good girl.” My lips curve in a smile and I lower my arms, head still down.

“Hands behind your back,” he says.

I obey, clasping my hands behind me, head still down. This thrusts my breasts forward, and with my gaze resting downward, I’m totally focused on them. The nipples are already pebbling up, poking forward.

“Just begging for attention,” he says, “those nipples.” I almost giggle, but I know what’s coming next. He begin with gentle strokes, little tweaks, alternating nipples. I am watching his hands toy with me.

I feel warmth between my open thighs, his caresses, even the pinches and tugs, are like a direct line to my pussy. Soon, I am squirming a bit. Little whimpers and moans escape me, and I am lost in the pleasure of sensations, the pleasure of watching his hands touch me.

“Eyes up,” he says. Obediently, without thought, I raise my eyes to meet his, and as I do, he pinches both nipples so hard – so suddenly, so hard – I cry out and tossing my head from side to side as if I could escape the sudden intensity of pain – which ends as abruptly as it had started.

I am gasping a bit, whimper a moment, and he has gone back to toying with my nipples, gently, lightly. I look at his hands, the same hands that give so much pleasure, and so much pain. My pussy is throbbing, aching for his touch.

“I love you, Sir,” I say.

He smiles, still focused on my nipples. “I know,” he says. “That’s why I take care of you. Pleasure and – pain.” Another fierce pinch has me rising off my heels a bit, gasping. It ends again and I almost sob in relief.

“And in a few minutes,” he says, “You’ll taste the paddle and the switch and you’ll feel that deep submission that you crave. Knowing that you belong to me. Able to acknowledge that you long to serve me and please me Safe enough to do that because I welcome that submission.. We have all day for each other, “

Cruelly, his finger grasp my tender nipples tightly, and he says, “I love you, baby, I love you too.”