With each and every strike, you grow closer and closer to the edge of the cliff in the scene I was creating on your back.
SMACK!
The length of the crop comes down on the side of your back, creating the trunk of a tree. Several more smacks in quick succession deliver the leaves to the tree as the redness forms overlapping shapes and structures.
SMACK!
SMACK!
The image was almost complete...
...
The evening began with a text. "I'm feeling creative." You knew exactly what it meant. Your body would be used as the canvas for your Sir's next masterpiece. His next work of art.
You smile and prepare what you know to prepare. When the doorbell rings, you open the door naked and immediately drop to your knees.
"May I serve you, Sir?"
"Ah yes, my pet. Come, we have much to do."
You hear the excitement in my voice and raise up, following me into the kitchen. You have always enjoyed the certain happiness in my voice when it came to my creativity. You take a seat on the edge of the table as I gather a few last minute things from the back room.
"Yes my pet, that is where I want you, but not how I want you."
"Yes Sir."
You hop down and turn around, bending at the waist and leaning over the table. I lean down and secure your right ankle to the bottom of the table leg and then the left. Finally, I stand behind you and pull you up standing so I can reach around you. I give a quick smell of your hair and a peck on your neck before tying your wrists together in front of you to "stretch" my canvas. I walk around the table and pull on the rope as you resume leaning, flattening your breasts against the cold table. I tie the rope off to one of the legs on the opposite side of the table from you and make sure my instruments are where I can easily reach them.
"One last thing my pet," I say with a smile as you feel two ear buds slip into your ears. "I hope you enjoy tonight's performance. You may cum when I do."
Gun muffs come down around your ears and the ear buds and silence consumes you as I take my position behind you, my cock resting on your backside. But, it is not long before tonight's musical selection begins and I penetrate my beautiful sub. I smile as I press play on Johannes Brahms' 'Hungarian Dance No. 5 in G Minor' and take hold of a riding crop in one hand and a flogger in the other...
As the piece begins, you feel the crop trace lines up and down your back as I slowly fuck you, as if my cock were one of the the bows on the violins. On the down-bows, I pull slowly out and on the up-bows, I thrust inside you, the table providing adequate resistance to allow my hips to slam into you. With the flogger, I smack your ass with a forehand and then a backhand, alternating with the tempo of the music as my cock continues to massage the walls of your pussy. On cue with the piece, I bring the crop down on your back at different positions to create the lines and patterns I have visualized in my head. A tree here. Some leaves there. I also use the flogger to create the lines of the landscape as the criss-cross over the terrain of your ass. It is coming together beautifully. Your whimpers and moans providing the perfect accompaniment to the beautiful music. As the redness blends together, as with any work of art, the idea transforms. Instead of a woodland scene, I envision a sunset. The trails from the flogger create the ripples in the water's surface as the crop creates the trees to frame the work...
Engrossed in the mood, the music is the only thing you can hear, you feel my cock come to life inside you and know you can entertain your own release. I feel your body react to my contribution and provide a few more encouraging strikes to your back before dropping the instruments on the chair. I continue to fuck you, allowing your orgasm to continue. You can only feel my body behind you, holding you at bay.
Suddenly, intense heat covers a small portion of your back as the heated end of a knife blade is pressed flat against your skin. You arch your back as much as you can while the hot steel lies against you. It is removed, but only long enough to re-heat the blade, as it soon covers a small portion directly opposite the first. I remove the knife blade and admire the beautiful bird I have added to the landscape.
Some color needs to fill the lower portions of the canvas, so I bring my open hand down with a hard strike.
SPANK!
A few more and it is perfect. Now for the sun. Still inside you, I push my hips deeper and lean down over your back just to the left of your spine, taking what flesh I can into my mouth and sucking it gently between my teeth. I bite down on my incredible sub and massage the piece of skin with my tongue and mouth.
As I release it and stand, it forms a near perfect circle in the upper left quadrant of my "painting". I bring my fingers to my lips and kiss the tips.
"Fantastischsten!"