A Symphony of Sensation-Erotic Audio Story by Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “A Symphony of Sensation” Dear Sir, In the fragile, fleeting moment of love, time is a distant echo.  Lost to the  whir of wings as they caress the air in ascent.  And the firm touch of hands, made delicate by warm embrace, beckoning back to the quiet palace of the bed. The mind reels in slow dizziness.  The heart quickens, pauses, and releases its pace to a gentle, even flow.  Eyes dance delightedly, with the casual spark of knowing.  Hair glows softly, touched by the slender fingers of light fading  through guarded shades.  Easy breath now.  Soft whispers, faint smiles and  dreamy laughter.

Dark comes soon.

Are you feeling restless, my Love? Don’t worry, you are still My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir and tonight I surrender to you. Let’s begin…

The room is just cool enough to give me gooseflesh as I wait patiently for You, naked and kneeling, my head bowed. Earlier, I had lit several candles and incense, their scent now clinging to my skin.

Then, whispered sounds announce Your entrance, my Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir. I remain still, waiting. You put on music, Your steps crossing the room, each sound a promise. I feel You draw nearer, a potent heat, but stay silent, my breathing quickening, senses heightening.

Circling me slowly, You pause behind, then walk away. A whip-sharp crack shatters the stillness. I jump, gasp, but quickly resume my vigil. Again, the crack, this time nearer my ear. I hold my breath, muscles taut, as the whip brushes my hair, retreating back to You, Sir.

Pleased, You come close. Your fingers entwine in my hair, pulling my head up. Your lips claim mine in a deep kiss as Your other hand grips my throat, squeezing. An electric shock races through me; I suck breath, helpless in Your demanding kiss.

You withdraw, and I bow, waiting. You kneel, touching my wrist, and I offer it. You fit the cool suspension cuffs, then draw me to my feet, clipping me to chains from the ceiling, leaving me exquisitely vulnerable. You trail a finger down my arm to my breast, tweaking my nipple, making me arch.

You produce a rope, slowly, sensually dragging it over me. You wrap it deftly around my breasts, making them strain, full and aching. You step back, smirking at Your masterpiece. Your hand trails around my hips as You step behind me.

Your hand caresses my ass before it strikes. Slowly, steadily, You begin to spank me. I sigh, closing my eyes, as Your strokes warm my skin. Your hand strikes harder now, a rhythmic thud, bringing fierce warmth. You step away, but Your fingertips linger.

Something new strikes me, a sharper pain. You concentrate strikes until a cry tears from my throat, then find another spot. A loud thump, then something soft trails—Your leather/furry paddle. Again, the leather strikes, bringing cries of searing pain and rising pleasure. I surrender, allowing You to direct my play.

I feel the biting sting of Your strap across my ass, hard, painfully. I cry out. You strike again and again, riding waves of shattering pain and ecstasy.

Breathing raggedly, I sense You before me, watching, judging. Slowly, I open my eyes, meeting Your gaze, filled with love. I smile, sending love back. You give a knowing smirk. You step close, caressing my face, bending for a kiss. Your hands trail to my throbbing breasts.

Slowly, Your hands cup my already engorged breasts as You kiss me. You increase the pressure, compressing them, until I gulp air, even as Your mouth claims mine. You hold the pressure, lingering, then pull away, Your gaze locking with mine, silently asking if I wish to continue. With all my will, my eyes scream yes: I love You, I am in Your hands. A bare nod from You.

You start slapping my breasts, one at a time, in one specific place until I cannot take it, then another. Smugly, You stop and select the riding crop. Slapping my breasts until I cry out, You continue, pushing, waiting for that cry bordering on too much. Hearing it, You stop, cupping my tender breast softly, caressing the hurt. Starting again, until You are satisfied.

Rubbing my breast, You look into my eyes, judging how far You can push. Grabbing my nipples, You squeeze, first a moan of pleasure, then harder, twisting until I yelp with raw pain. Satisfied, You let go and step behind me.

Slap, slap, slap again, You spank my ass, ensuring it hasn’t lost its vibrant color or warmth. You bring out the paddle briefly. Then, a chilling, whooshing sound. I snap alert, body tense, fearful.

Your hand reassuringly caresses me. I relax. Tap, tap, tap, softly, caressingly, the new toy brushes my skin. My breathing quickens. Slowly, I center myself, handing my entire being over to You, my Master. Tap, tap, whoosh WHACK.

a sharp cry escapes, turning to a long moan as the searing strike radiates. The cane rests on me. My Master pauses, measuring me, waiting. Once You’re sure, tap, tap, whoosh Whack, again I cry out. Ten times we do this, each strike increasing in intensity, harder and harder to cling to consciousness. My breathing is heavy, gasping. Occasionally, You hold the struck spot until I recenter.

Ten strikes are done. My breathing is hard; my ass screams with a delicious, burning ache. You place the cane on the floor. You come around me, holding me while I am suspended, gently cupping my burning ass. I rest my head upon Your shoulder, shuddering as waves of twitching muscles pass through me. You hold me gently, silently, grounding me.

Finally, I begin to still. You’re not done yet. You’ve planned one more step before You release me. You sense I’m ready to fly, but I hold on, waiting for Your cue to completely let go.

You stretch one hand to mine. I feel the cool back of Your hand. You twist, and something cold, metallic, traces my skin. It’s a knife. I moan; tiny, thrilling prickles of electricity run down my arm as the knife traces its delicate, dangerous path. Slowly, You lull me, tracing my breasts, exquisitely sensitive in their rope harness.

You place Your leg between mine, pressing Your leg intimately against my pussy, holding me there. Your other hand is in my hair at the back of my neck. Slowly, Your fingers grasp my hair, sensually. You growl softly in my ear, nuzzling with Your cheek, Your breath hot.

Suddenly, You yank my head back, pressing Your leg firmly between my own, hissing in my ear. The knife tip presses into my throat. My nostrils flare; my heart pounds. I gasp, afraid. All I feel is aggression, the knife poised. One, two, three gasping breaths; my heart races. Slowly, I relax; my senses return. I know I am with You, my Master. The knife gently traces a path down my neck, leaving chill and the ghost of fear.

Again, You push me, forcefully holding, yanking me, unbalancing me, making me forget I am with You. Again, I am consumed by fear. My breath is ragged; my heart beats furiously. Again, I remember who I am with, and I relax, yielding.

Ever so gently, Your hands frame my face. My eyes meet Yours, glassy, unfocused. Distantly, I feel You brace me, and from a great distance, I hear You tell me You are taking my arms down. Slowly, in a daze, I stay with You, mechanically moving, allowing You to guide me to a blanket and letting You lower me to the floor.

I feel a blanket, but more, I feel Your strong arms surround me, drawing me close. I know nothing else, my mind a blissful blank; I am not really there, but You are beside me, my anchor.