Silk Scarf

After I was flicking my scarf, in your kitchen, hearing the noise it made, feeling the sting of it rush of my arm, the snap of it… I had a thought.

I could picture you, kneeling on my bed, your wrists attached to the center point on my headboard. Still wearing your sweater, your pink shirt, the tight one underneath. Your socks are still on, but your pants & your underwear lie in tatters around you on the bed, cut off you and just left where they fell. Your head is resting on the bed, between your arms stretched above you. The collar around your neck is attached to the same point as your wrists, holding you steady in place.

I’m standing at the foot of the bed, watching your as you arch your back higher, straining slightly against the restraints around your wrist. I can follow your excitement by the pace of your breathing, the tension in your shoulders. You keep trying to look over your shoulder at me, but the collar won’t let you.

I’m holding my silk scarf in one hand, one end of it curled twice around my fist. The rest of it hangs down beside me, the tassles lightly touching the floor. I let it swing back and forth slightly, getting a better idea of the weight of it, the flow of the material, the feel of it tight in my hand.

You hear a flick of the material, a snap of it just above your head, then feel the soft flutter of the length of the scarf settle along your back. The tassles slide down to either side of your neck, tickling you behind your ears for a moment. Then I start pulling it back towards me, tracing light lines down your spine. At the end, I slow down, and allow the thin material to tickle you right at the base of your spine, right where I know you like it, and just before it would slip off and hit the bed, I pull it back suddenly, snapping it back towards me.

There’s another moment of you just listening to me breathe, then suddenly another flick of the scarf and you feel the sting of it, quick and light, across your ass – just on the right, a light touch on that cheek. You quickly turn that side away from me, instinctually, as the scarf flicks back towards me, then just as suddenly you feel another sting, this time on the left side. That side jerks away, then, in an automatic attempt to avoid the snap and sting of the silk.

Another pause, and then the silk snaps forwards again, this time connecting only with the tassles, a slightly sharper sting. Some of the tassles curve around your thigh, the heat of the sting on the insides of your legs. A couple of them land lightly across your pussy lips, sending shivers up your spine and pulling a gasp from your throat. You can almost hear the smile on my lips as I pull the scarf back and send it flicking back towards your ass.

This time the sting is harder, quicker, sharper. You can tell by the sound of it, the feel of it, that that hit is going to leave a mark. Another hard sting, another mark left. You bite the mattress to keep yourself from crying out again, even though you feel yourself getting wet and catch yourself raising your ass again, as if asking for another taste of the silk…