He asked me to sing. I sang.
Content Warning
This story contains consensual dominance and submission, impact play (flogging and spanking), praise kink, and voice-based protocol. It includes explicit sexual content between adults and explores emotional intimacy within a D/s dynamic. All acts are fictional, fully consensual, and written with care. Please read gently and take care of yourself.
“Sing for me, princess.”
His words are gentle, a command and a request.
“You know my favourite.”
I smile at him from where I am positioned on all fours on the bed.
I begin.
“You are my sunshine…”
The tickle of a flogger trailing down my spine towards the hump of my ass causes me to shiver, making my melody falter. He laughs.
“Keep going, little one.”
“My only sunshine…”
The impact of the flogger stings my left hip, and I let out a moan, half pain, half pleasure. He laughs gently again, teasing me.
“Princess… Sing for me.”
“You make me happy…”
The flogger connects with my right hip, followed by a gentle caress of his lips. I move to press against him, but the touch is light, gone in an instant.
“Keep singing, my good girl.”
“When skies are gray…”
The smack of his hand lands on my backside, and I cry out, both surprise and pleasure rolling through me. I immediately sing.
“You’ll never know, dear…”
Another smack, another light kiss of his lips, and I find myself writhing, wanting to feel him. My melody is becoming desperate…
“How much I love you…”
I feel him kneel behind me, his hands caressing where my skin is red. I feel his warmth, his hardness against my wetness.
“Keep going,” he grounds out, his hands moving to my hips.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
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The Story Continues
Keep Singing, Princess