His breath exhaled slowly and deeply as He surveyed the landscape of “His” bottom. The use of the word was two-fold, describing both the role His lover was in, and the physical attribute He was in the process of Dominating. Her skin was so intriguing, he could never get enough of it, not enough touch nor feel for it. her ass was simply divine. Especially now, its inner flanks showed some shine from sweat and oil. The upper buttocks a touch of pink from a few slaps. His loins rolled in the thought that very shortly He’d be laying some true color to that bottom. “His”, bottom. He watched as his Cock eased out of her, still tumescent. A trail of lube and semen attached to the head making an erotically graphic sight as her reddened aperture “flexed” when he withdrew, then pulled taut.

He’d rocked in her warm tightness for some time. At first He’d thought He’d cum quickly, the desire had built for so long in Him. He’d “tightened” her some, keeping that orifice “chaste” to all, no toys, no fingers nor her husband had it’s use. That all didn’t seem to matter now as he felt the warm glow from in his belly flowing up his spinal chord. The love, the warmth and the intimacy which flowed between them so easily... They’d waited so long it seemed. For the most part, holidays and various dramas and disruptions had kept their lovemaking to rather a “sustenance level” for over a month. The mutual desire for that bottom to be worked was palpable and had a few times become overwhelming. He felt almost like a supernatural creature during certain cycles of the Moon and had to really focus to maintain a level of balance so as not to become too overwhelming. she was a very special spirit this lover of His. His most urgent desire always was not to simply “take” her and take his pleasure, but to nourish her soul... Today He knew He’d be taking her with an edge that wasn’t usually there.

She moaned low and deep as He withdrew. her bottom clenching, not wanting to give up it’s invader just yet. It had been soooo long. she’d become used to being filled and having her bottom used as an vehicle of sensual pleasure and submission. Now it had been nearly two weeks since anything had been inside her. Much longer than that since she’d been taken. He’d taken her in that way she secretly loved. He called it “the tight way”. He hadn’t prepped her bottom at all, just rubbed it and generously lubed his penis. Then slowly, He painstakingly slid it in to her depths. She'd made an intake of breath as his glans “pierced” her ring. He’d held, holding her cheeks in His hands firmly. She felt warmth and power exuding from His hands. It “told” her she was His, that He was in control. His grip told her to be still.. to relax but not to “move” nor help in his penetration at all. He wanted to “take” her...

She’d groaned deeply, gutturally, as He slid in deeply. She “grunted” a little as he turned his hips and leaned forward, burying his last inch in her. She felt his hardness and an almost shakiness about Him. It was unusual for Him. She knew He was worked up. It excited her, yet gave her a slight trepidation as well. He settled in her. He began moving sooner than usual. He also moved more boldly than He usually did. She felt He might cum soon. Eventually He stilled in her, buried in her guts. Her rectum cloying around his shaft...

He’d leaned His belly down on her back, as she knelt on the edge of the bed. He pulled firmly on her hair and whispered in her ear “Don’t Move lover... stay still, and don’t touch yourself... Only feel with your bottom, you’ll be able to feel more later... right now you will be still and FEEL ME as I take and give to My bottom...mmm...” His deep, resonant moan had sent shivers up her spine, causing her to reflexively back into Him. She was glad He didn’t remark about it.

So, that’s how it had been for about fifteen minutes or so... He’d stroked and held still, expertly riding His wave of extreme pleasure in a naturally Dominant and controlling way. She felt as if each nerve ending in her anal region were being scratched and massaged alternately. It was heavenly and for some reason, for now it was “enough” to simply feel Him so very, very intimately “working” in her bowels....

CRACK! The sound made her start almost more than the sharp sting on her right flank. He’d barely pulled free and his hand had come down. She knew He’d spank her once He’d cum. He usually did. she shifted on the edge of the bed, tilting her bottom up some as He steadied her with a hand on her back. For several minutes she rode an increasing wave of building sensation, mixing between pain and pleasure as He stroked and spanked her butt. He’d pull it open and she’d feel His gaze upon her just-fucked rectum. Minutes blended into a hazy warmth...

Finally she saw him holding up her new toy, she wasn't sure why she’d bought it now, it looked so ominous. She knew, as He’d written to her, it was now going to slowly be slid into her sperm-filled rectum, a ball at a time and she knew she’d love it and that He would too, way too much!

He reveled in watching her ring expand as each ball was pushed into her. He moaned aloud as He saw some of his cum forced out around the third ball. He stilled then.... He struck her several more times. She whined now, her bottom held open by the toy and making the spanks feel more harsh. He loved it and He kept on. After the fourth “ball”, He pulled back to the third as she gave a submissive groan. Feeling now she was so His. HE could feel her submission right now.

Finally, it was all inside her. She’d made quite a move and a sound as he forced the large last ball inside her, watching as more semen escaped from her ring looking so lewdly erotic as it clung to the base of the toy.

She was sweating now, she was bucking. He’d STILL not let her touch herself and he had been fucking her with the toy and spanking her for some time now. Bringing her to a level of near insanity. she screamed loudly as she felt the buzz hit her clit. “GRAB IT NOW!” He’d said as she gripped the rocket and pushed it madly at her nub. For a few minutes she worked ruthlessly with the vibration on her button as he held the toy deep in her and twisted it, spanking her and massaging her ass all the while....

Finally, her release had come. Just as she was peaking, as promised, He’d slid the toy, ball-by-ball from her asshole. Making her squeal and writhe in an exploding orgasm. The sensations of the overwhelming "tugging" those balls made on the way out causing a complete mind-fuck as her orgasm was "wrenched" from her.

HE needed to cum again She was pushed up on her back now, her legs pinned behind her shoulders. He plumbed her now open bottom with ease, pounding in and out of her, as she used her buzzer on her sex... Their eyes almost never left each other... When orgasm finally approached, He’d waited patiently for her...as usual “CUMMING, CUMMING NOW!” And He’d pounded mercilessly into her depths and unloaded His seed again as they peaked within a second or two of one another.

They were kissing in an intimate erotic bliss as the sound echoed in... I love you... came out in unison...

Once again the boundaries of time had failed to quell their intimate connection. They each held on tight and never wanted to let go... “Oh My God love, you are such a divine creature, I don’t know how I get by without you near Me all the time My-love...” “Mmm... ” She kissed him sweetly and passionately, her lips and soul communicating more than her words ever could

Laura was there with the vibrator running for over a half hour before anyone came into the park... She straddled the bench with her hands taped to the seat so that if she straightened her legs her ass was in the air... Her legs began to tire, and after three of four orgasms she tried to sit down…It was at that point that she discovered that by sitting, she only pushed the vibrating dildo against the butt plug and that only served to double the stimulation in her crotch...

The elastic around her erect nipples was pulled very tight, every movement of her breasts caused repeated electric-like sensations to race from her nipples to her clit.... She was sobbing with passion, her juices running down her thighs and soaking the leather strap between her legs...

The strap holding the dildo and butt plug in place was pulled tight. Whenever she bucked in orgasm it rubbed over the erect nub of her clit which only served to feed the vicious cycle of orgasm... Just as she thought she was going to pass out, she heard a car approaching...

As it came into sight she could discern a driver and a passenger, but could not determine their gender at such a distance... She didn't know what to hope... Did she hope it was women coming for a stroll? Or men coming for a jog? Or a couple?... Each possibility was both desirable and undesirable... Dangerous or safe... But one thing was sure, they would find her nude, with both nether holes plugged and cunt juice runnning down her legs, panting is passionate exhaustion.... Oh god, what would they do?

As Laura watched, heart pounding, the car pulled into a parking space. She heard the engine stop and held her breath as the people in the car moved about a bit... Then the doors opened... Laura groaned as she saw two athletic young men, one Caucasian and one black step from the car. Both were dressed in running shoes, shorts and tee shirts, clearly there for a morning jog.

Laura was torn between calling out to them and remaining quiet in hopes of someone else arriving at the park... Her thought processes were fogged by the incessant vibrations in her pussy, the throbbing of her anus tightly stretched around the butt plug and the constant rubbing of the leather strap on her slick, but increasingly sensitive clit.

The two men began their stretches and Laura tried to remain silent but her efforts were to no avail... Once again, despite her efforts to ignore the stimulation, the vibrator sent her into a series of grunts and cries as yet another orgasm crashed through her body.

One of the men, hearing her gasps and cries, turned and looked in her direction... Staring in disbelief, he tapped the other on the arm and after a pause, both began to trot in her direction... Laura dropped her head and heart pounding, awaited her fate.

In seconds they were standing beside her, bug eyed, almost speechless.

"Damn Jack!" the black said as he stared in disbelief at Laura, "I ain' never seen nothin' like this!"

"P-please! " Laura stammered "Please help me!!"

"My god Rufus…" the Caucasian responded incredulously, "There's a dildo and a butt plug under this strap an' she's just buzzing away!"

"P-please!" Laura begged again "I n-need for y-you t-to…"

"Hush bitch!" said Rufus laughing as he walked around Laura, "God man, look at them titties! Hey! There's a key hangin' there between 'em!"

With that, Rufus reached out and cupped one of Laura's breasts in his hand…The contact of his warm hand with the throbbing cord-wrapped nipple caused Laura to gasp anew…

"Whoa Rufus!" Jack laughed, "Did you see her buck her butt when you touched her titty? She must really be sensitive there!"

"Yeah man, I saw that," Rufus chuckled, "Let's see how she likes it when I pinch it!"

"Oh g-god, p-please d-don't!" Laura begged, knowing that the added stimulation would only send her into another orgasm.

But Rufus ignored her plea and grasping the bud of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, began to pinch down harder and harder.

"Ah! N-n-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" Laura gasped as the sensation shot from her nipple to her clit.

"Hey man," Rufus grinned, "Grad that other nipple and lets see if she likes it twice as much!"

Grinning, Jack stepped over the bench and reached under Laura to pinch the other nipple…. Again she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure as the pressure on her already irritated nipples increased.

"You liken' that baby?" Rufus grinned as he pinched down and flattened Laura's nipple between his fingers.

"S-s-s-s-s-o-o-o-oh-oh-oh n-n-n-e-e-e-o-o-o ah g-god p-please! " Laura stammered and then tucking her butt under her she straightened her legs and yet another orgasm crashed through her body.

"Whoooweee! Look at that ass wiggle!" Jack laughed as Laura gritted her teeth and blushed unable to control her body at all.

By this time both men were sporting full erections under their running shorts and Rufus reached down to adjust his boner inside his shorts. Releasing Laura's nipples the men stood and watched until she settled down again.

"So tell me sweet meat, how come you in this pridicamen'?" Rufus drawled as he slowly stroked his cock through his shorts.

"Yeah, baby," Jack chimed in, "Who did this to you?"

"W-well, " Laura stammered as her orgasm passed…And she told the story.

After she finished, Rufus said, "You mean to tell me your man done left you here like this just because you showed your pussy at a party. "

Blushing, Laura could only nod her head and ask, "Will you help me?"

"Oh yeah baby," Rufus said winking at Jack, "We'll be glad to help you…"

"Learn your lesson!" Jerry chimed in laughing so hard he doubled over.

"W-what do you m-mean?" Laura asked, fear in her voice at the implication.

"Well, little girl," Rufus drawled, "Since you been bad, I guess your man left you here to learn a lesson, an' me and Jack here might be the one's to teach you!"

With that Jack stripped his shorts and jock strap off. Laura gasped as his 10" erection popped in to view and he proceeded to sit astride the bench right in front of Laura, his cock pointing straight toward her mouth.

"Tell you what baby, you suck my cock and I'll see what I can do to help you," Jack grinned as he winked to Rufus.

"Oh, p-please don't…. Wha-a-a-a-a-a! God!" Laura's whining was interrupted by Rufus' hand slamming into her upturned ass.

"Git to suckin' bitch or I'll blister that white ass of yourn!" Rufus threatened, raising his hand again.

Laura wasted no time sucking Jack's cock into her mouth and although the meaty stem stretched her lips she feared Rufus' hand more than chapped lips and soon had her nose in Jack's pubic hair and was sucking for all she was worth.

"Oh man Ruf!" Jerry exclaimed as he leaned back on his outstretched arms and closed his eyes in pleasure, "She knows how to suck some cock!"

"Well, if she's good that way," Rufus grinned at his buddy, "Then I'll bet if I push on this dildo, she'll go crazy"

And with that he reached between her legs and pressed the palm of his hand against the butt of the dildo, which had the effect of pressing the head of the big rubber cock even deeper into her dripping snatch.

"M-m-m-m-f-f-f-p-p-p-t-t-t!" Laura protested around Jack's cock, her eyes bugging out of her head as the incessant vibrations once again drove her over the edge and set her to bucking in orgasm.

"God man!" Jack cried out, "You ought to feel her working her throat on the head of my cock! Yeah baby! Git it sweetheart!.

Laura, totally engrossed in the sensations of her orgasm began to suck in earnest on the fleshy stem of meat embedded in her throat and soon she felt the head of Jack's cock begin to swell.

Suddenly Jack threw his head back and grimaced in pure pleasure as he unleashed spurt after spurt of hot cum down Laura's throat. Gradually, both settled back down, but Rufus was impatient for his turn.

He quickly stripped off his shorts and jock and said "Git up man! I wan' me some ah that stuff!"

There was a loud "plop!" as Jack's cock slipped from the grasp of Laura's cum slickened lips and Laura turned in Rufus' direction.

"Oh my god!" she cried as her eyes widened at the sight of the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen. Rufus' cock was fully fourteen inches long and had a head the likes of which Laura had never seen.

"P-please n-no!" she gasped, "I can't get that…"

"Shut up bitch!" Rufus replied as he replaced Jack on the bench, "Either you suck it or I fuck you in the ass with it. Your choice!"

Just then Jack reached between her legs and slammed his hand against the butt of the continuously vibrating dildo... And again Laura screeched in pleasure as the head of the fake cock bumped the tender tissue of her vulva…

With that Rufus saw his opportunity and plugged the head of his burgeoning cock into her wide-stretched lips…

"M-f-f-f-m-m-m-f-f-f-p-p!" Laura gagged around the ebony stem of meat as Rufus grasped her hair and began to push her face onto his cock.

At the same time Jack's free hand was busy worming its was under the leather strap holding the dildo and butt plug in place. Soon he found hot pink nub of her clit and began stroking it under the tight confines of the strap.

"M-m-m-e-e-e-e-w-w-w-w-l-l-l-l!" Laura whined in passion and need, bucking her hips between the vibrating dildo and the pressure of Jack's now rapidly stroking finger.

Again her orgasm caught her by complete surprise and as she gasped in pleasure Rufus ran his turgid cock meat into her mouth until his balls rested on her chin.

She gurgled as his cock filled her mouth, her breath hissing out of her flaring nostrils and then began to bob her head…Rufus, being in an advanced state of excitement, flexed his sphincter and sent a squirt of precum into Laura's now greedily sucking mouth. The additional lubrication was all she needed to begig to easily slide her lips up and down the black horse-like stem of his cock.

"Oh, yeah b-baby!" Rufus grunted, "You were right man, she can suck some cock!"

Jack, busy on his own right continued to press the dildo deep into Laura's gushing pussy and diddling her clit with his other hand.

Then for the second time in fifteen minutes Laura felt a cock head begin to swell in her mouth.

"Ah, shit! Oh yeah baby, here it is!" Rufus cried out almost as if surprised and his cock jumped in her mouth as huge gobs of think white cum spurted into Laura's greedily sucking mouth.

Again the sighs of release filled the quiet air in the park and again Laura slumped over the bench in relief and release.

Jack was the first to speak. Grabbing his shorts and stepping into them he threw Rufus' shorts at him and said, "C'mon, man, let's go get Phil and Jerry!"

Rufus' face broke into an evil grin and he jumped up, quickly stepping into his shorts, "Oh yeah man, they won't believe this shit!"

Laura was rigid in fear and disbelief, "B-but what about letting me go?" she questioned, almost begging.

"Oh baby," Jack said with a grin as he and his buddy turned and began to trot toward the car, "We can 't let you go yet, we have some friends we want you to meet!"

They quickly drove out of the park and Laura was left slumped over the bench, nipples stinging, clit throbbing, and pussy and ass buzzing. Just as she got her wits about her, she heard a car approaching.

"My god," she whispered to herself, "Surely they're not back already. "

Mortified, she watched the entrance road as the sound of the car drew nearer and then the white form of a police cruiser came into sight. Again, Laura didn't know how to respond. The cruiser was guided into a parking space and Laura watched in fear and hope as the doors opened…Out stepped two officers and Laura gasped as she realized that one was male and the other female

Chapter 1.

You walk into the house and it's quiet. You check downstairs and I'm not in the dining room or the sitting room; in fact, the lights aren't even on. You heard to the stairs, and here there are signs of life. There is a flicker of light coming from the bedroom, and you can hear music. As 48 Hours As Her Plaything Ch. 01 behind my back, they are held there by a pair of cuffs, the black leather shining in the candlelight. You can make out the small padlocks securing the cuffs, and a quick release clasp linking them together. Either side of my wrists are my ankles, held there by a long black scarf, wrapped around one ankle, then threaded between the cuffs before being wrapped around my second ankle. Looking toward my head you see a second scarf. It's been tied around my eyes, completely blocking any sight, then looped around my head again to pull between my lips and gag me, then tucked under the previous turn and stretched back to my wrists and ankles.

You've no idea how long I've been like this, but you can see the tension in my body. You can see the muscles quivering under my skin, from my thighs, up through the dimples in my buttocks, along my back and into my neck and shoulders. My shoulders are lifted from the bed and my head is drawn sharply back toward the soles of my feet. The scarf from my head to my feet is pulled tight, holding my body tight and drawing back harshly in my mouth. My lips are stretched back, and my jaw is forced open. You've never seen me so helpless.

There's a cream envelope balanced on my back, with your initials written in ink on the front. I twitch as I feel the envelope move; I hadn't heard you enter the room. You slit open the envelope and see several folded sheets inside; you decide to read them somewhere else. There's a bottle of wine downstairs and you feel it's a good time to enjoy a glass. Before you go you reach forward and run your fingers gently down the soles of my feet, watching the shivers run through my body. The idea of just walking away to enjoy your wine and read the letter, whilst I remain absolutely helpless gives you an ache deep inside. You walk to the door and turn back to look at me. I can't see it, but a smile crosses your lips. You walk back to the nearest candle, pick it up, and balance it carefully on the middle of my back. Sooner or later that will start dripping onto my flesh. Another gentle touch and then you leave the room....

You sit downstairs in an armchair, a glass of wine beside you. You pull out the folded sheets from the envelope and recognise my handwriting. Up until now, you had no idea how this had all started. The letter is simple. For the next 48 hours, through until Sunday evening, I don't exist as anything more than your possession. For the next 48 hours I am yours to play with. You allow the paper to fall to the floor, lean back and sip some wine. Ideas start to flick through your mind; there is so much you can do in two days. You make the first decision, and walk to the phone. You know you'll only get an answer phone at my workplace, but you leave a message that I won't be in on Monday, due to a family emergency. Now you know that I'll have 36 hours to recover from whatever you do to me, you can really let yourself have free rein. There'll be no need for you to give me any respite at all.

You walk upstairs, quietly passing the bedroom and going into your dressing room. Now, what to wear, you wonder. You strip off your clothes and walk into the shower. You take your time, relaxing in the stream of hot water and washing away the day. You step out of the shower and dry off, before soothing your skin with a cream, gently rubbing it into every inch of your body. You leave the towel on the floor, knowing that I will be the one taking care of the tidying this weekend. Back in your dressing room you spray on some perfume before picking out a few things to wear. I can't see anything, so you'll have to stimulate my other senses. You attach a garter belt at your waist, letting the six straps dangle to your thighs. From a drawer you take a new pair of fishnet stockings and slowly roll them over your calves and up your legs. Once they are pulled tight and straight, you attach the garter straps, one at the front of each thigh, one at the outside of your thigh, and the last two across each gorgeous curve of your arse. You head to the wardrobe and pull out your favourite pair of shoes. They are black strappy sandals, with a small platform under the toe and a four inch stiletto heel. You bend to wrap the straps over the top of your foot, behind your ankle and then up your leg. The straps buckle tight at the top of your calf, crisscrossing all the way up. You add a little make up, knowing it makes you feel feminine, and then pull your hair up into a ponytail high on the back of your head, knowing that makes you feel like a bitch. Now to accessorise! You take out the black driving gloves you barely use, the soft leather fits snugly over your hand, and then you go to our toy chest. You look inside, promising yourself that at some point this weekend, you will use everything that's there. For now you just take a few things.

The candle has continued to burn, leaving a trail of wax running down my back. You reach forward and remove the candle, then flick away the wax. You see deep red marks on my skin where the wax has cooled. I wriggle at the contact and moan. It's obvious I'm uncomfortable. It's nearly an hour since you came home, and I had already been tied before that. It's a strict tie for that length of time, and you can see the aches in my body. You smile again, knowing that there is far worse to come. To demonstrate this you bring your riding crop down hard across the soles of both me feet. It's only one strike, but the agony shoots through my entire body, wracking my muscles with more pain.

You climb onto the bed, and stand with a foot either side of my hips, before slowly lowering yourself to your knees, straddling my back, facing toward my head. You realise that the scarf stretched between my head and my hands is gently tickling your lips and clit. You lower yourself until you're sitting on my back, feeling the scarf pull harder between your legs. I can feel the rough friction from your fishnets against my skin. I moan at the same time and you see how much you've tightened my hogtie by pulling this scarf out of line. God that turns you on even more. You grind yourself forward and back on the scarf, enjoying the dual sensations of the pleasure to your clit and the pain to your slave. You lean forward and knead your hands into the tortured muscles of my shoulders. You keep rocking, getting closer to coming, and working my aching back with your gloved hands. You need more friction and grab the scarf behind my head and pull sharply upward, wrapping the scarf further between your lips and pulling harder on your clit. I squirm as much as I can, which is barely at all, and scream protest through the scarf in my mouth. My frantic movements feel so good underneath you and you pick up the crop again to encourage me. You reach back and start whipping my thighs, like a jockey at a horse's flanks. You're still pulling at the scarf like reins to my head and start digging your heels into my flesh. I struggle more, bucking at the pain and finally you come, whipping even harder as you spasm again and again.

As you calm down, you drop the crop and lean forward along my back. You've let go of the scarf and though you're still sat on it, the extra slack feels so good, releasing some of the pain in my neck and shoulders. I can feel your naked breasts against my back, and my god they feel good. You grab my hair in your gloved fingers and hold my head tight. I feel your breath on my ear, and then your teeth bite into the top of my ear, and warm blood is slowly running down to my neck. You whisper in my ear, four separate words,

"You are absolutely fucked!"

You let go of my head, sigh and relax, just lying contented on my bound body.

I'm in a fantastic mood. Work is over for another week. I'm free for two whole days. I begin planning activities for the weekend as I negotiate the evening traffic.

When I arrive home I notice only the entry light is on. You must be running late. I fumble with the key in the dark, unlock the door and step inside. I close the front door and turn to walk down the hallway but you're there standing in front of me blocking my path, dressed only your bath robe. I jump with surprise. You grin that cheeky, but slightly evil grin and put your hands on my shoulders and push me to my knees. You fasten my collar around my neck and hand me a pair of hand cuffs, ordering me to cuff my hands behind my back. I do as you command.

You will address me as Sir at all times" You begin abruptly.

"You must ask permission to speak."

"You must ask permission to stand."

I open my mouth to begin asking permission to stand but you continue.

"You must ask permission to sit, sleep, eat, wash."

"You must ask permission to do anything at all."

"Most importantly you must ask permission to cum."

"I own you until Sunday 6pm and for the next 48 hours you will obey my every command."

"Open your mouth!"

I grin, knowing that this weekend will be one filled with my fantasies coming true.

"Open your mouth now!" you bark grabbing a fist full of my hair and yank my head backwards. It hurts. It feels good.

I open my mouth and with your free hand you shove three fingers inside, poking around roughly, inspecting the first of my orifices that you will violate over the next 48 hours. You take them out and very quickly replace them with your cock. Gently for a few moments, I wrap my lips around it and flick my tough across the tip. But that doesn't last long. You grab my head with both hands pulling it towards you as you thrust your hips forward. Your cock is slammed against the back of my throat. I gag and try to pull away but you hold tighter. After a few seconds you release your grip and pull back, withdrawing from my mouth. I gasp for air.

"I was under the impression you wanted to suck me?" You enquire with a disappointed tone.

"I do Sir"

"Well enjoy it!" You command as you thrust back into my mouth, this time pumping your cock right down my throat.

I am choking on your cock and loving every second of it. My eyes begin to water and my face turns red. You release my head once more and saliva pours out of my mouth and down the front of my shirt. I look up at you and smile. "Thank you Sir. May I suck you some more please Sir?"

You spit in my face "Sure thing, slut" you reply as you slap my face with your saliva coated cock and then ram it back down my throat. Pumping in and out, occasionally you pause with your cock resting on my tongue to give me an opportunity to breath before assaulting my throat again.

This cycle continues for what seems like an eternity. Eventually my face is drenched with saliva; my eye makeup has been destroyed by my tears, leaving black streaks down my face. My shirt is wet and transparent. I am breathless and exhausted. The only reason I am still upright is because you are holding me up by the hair. You pump your cock into my throat one last time before you pull out and cum all over my face.

"I love you, my dirty little whore" you whisper as you catch your breath, still holding me up by the hair, and wiping your cock roughly across my cheek.

"Thank you Sir. I love you too Sir" I pant in reply.

"Now get those clothes off. You need to be punished!" You command as you drop me to the floor and walk away.

I lay there for a moment catching my breath.

"And don't wipe my seed from your face. I want you to enjoy wearing it for a while. I like the way it looks."

"Yes Sir"

I smile to myself and struggle to my feet, trying to work out how to get undressed with my hands still cuffed behind my back. This weekend will be nothing like I planned but it is certainly going to be one to remember.

Relax woman!

Just take it easy, concentrate on your breathing, steady, in out, in out, don't think of time there's only now, this is intense, it will get more intense but for now there's only now.

I breathe in deeply, careful to keep my body still and explore the sensations of my body, it's odd how being deprived of sight accentuates the other senses. I can still feel there warmth of your hands on my biceps where you held me to position me, it's warm in here but still my fine body hair feels erect and sensitive to each variation is the air. I want to shiver but that might be considered movement and I'm not giving you that satisfaction, not yet,

Oh, I know you will break me, and I will welcome that breakage but not yet I'm stronger that you think.

I explore the sensation of rope cutting into my my arms and wrists, I hope they're not tight enough to impede my circulation, I don't think so you're always careful about that.

Damn, an itch, left leg, just behind the knee, ignore it, relax, breathe. I wonder how long I've been standing here, seems like hours, most likely minutes. Forget it woman, there's only now, breathe, in out, in out.

I think about what i need from the supermarket tomorrow, whether to go for fish or meat or maybe something vegetarian. I laugh silently, here I am, trussed up like a Christmas turkey awaiting god knows what and I think about shopping. The realisation of my situation make me aware of how wet I am between the thighs, it embarrasses me, I hope it's not too obvious to you.

Damn it! where are you? I've not heard the door open so I know your still in the room, you're hoping I'll panic and move aren't you? fuck you! in your dreams baby!

Steady girl, relax, breathe, in out in out. I strain my ears for every little sound. Nothing, I can't even hear your breathing. I concentrate on remaining still.

There! the faintest sound maybe the floor boards, I feel my body tense. Relax god damn it! suddenly my bladder seems to full. No not that! Relax! He's not touched you yet this is all in the mind. breathe, steady, breathe.

You're in front of me, I feel your warm breathe on my belly. Your tongue between my thighs. No, not that, it's not fair, to hard to resist. your tongue travels upwards leaving mixed feelings of relief and regret, wetting the fine hair of my belly, circling then entering my navel. My skin seems to be contracting to escape the sensation. The tension in my body is so great it surprises me I don't break. You kiss my belly and pull back leaving me to suppress the gasp.

Breathe girl! That was just the start, don't let him rattle you. Just be ready for his next move.

You're behind me, being careless, I felt your hair touch my ass, had to suppress an urge to try and grab it, most unwise. A touch at my ankle, travelling slowly upwards, barely touching my skin but igniting sensation like a wave of napalm, every millimetre it travels racking up the tension, if you touch my cunt I'll scream.

You don't, you bypass it, more relief/regret feelings. I resist a urge to tense my ass as you explore the crease, half hope when you reach my back that you've decided to untie me.

Yeah, dream on girl. You start again on the other leg, I'm expecting it this time but I have to concentrate on not moving.

My skin feels damp now, I hope I don't smell, no reason why I should give a damn but I still do. I sense you move away, don't dare speculate on what comes next.

I hear the swish of a cane through air, it's impact on flesh, I flinch before I can stop it but realise it's not my skin that was hit. You're trying to scare me, and you're succeeding. You're fair in that you give me warning of pain to come, time to brace myself, but I don't know where.

A cool hardness caresses my belly, you draw it slowly across so I can feel the hard ridges that encircle it. Now I know, I want to say "no, please don't hurt me." but I wont, sod you. I bite my lip and wait.

A flash of pain explodes along my skin, expanding outwards, stopping my breathing removing all thought other than I must not react, no scream, no movement, just contain it.

Slowly the pain recedes, thought returns. You bastard, you sadistic basta......

Another burst of pain almost overwhelming me, throat feels sore as if I had screamed, I fight with every last ounce of will to remain still.

You will not win!

You kiss me though the pain. I'm so pathetically grateful it's embarrassing. I concentrate on gathering my strength, I know you've not finished yet.

Pressure on my nipples, you know how that turns me on, my cunt feels like it's snapping at air, I think of other things, the pain in my wrists showing how hard i fought against the ropes despite myself, the slow ache on my belly that's only slowly receding. The pressure increasing, I feel the muscles of my ass rebelliously trying to thrust forward, god this body's a slut, a moan forming in my throat, my resistance fading like frost in the sun. You release me, my strongest feeling disappointment, damn you, wont cry.

You lift my hair, the air feels cool against my damp skin, you kiss me on the back, I want you so much, so very much but you have to take me, break me, it's the only way I can function, I wont, can't help you, we both have our roles.

The cane makes an appearance between my legs, you draw it slowly backwards, each knobbly section causing fear of sharp edges, splinters this is not a good area for tweezers. you angle it upwards drawing it up along the crease of my ass, it feels wet. I no longer care.

My mouth feels dry now, I wonder how much more I can take but then my bloody mindedness kicks in.

More than you can give boy! Oddly enough by now it sounds like bravado.

The damned cane's back, but harder now, my own weight crushing my clitoris, I lift my foot discreetly to relieve the pressure but you just lift the cane. You're determined to see me break. I try to concentrate on other things, I pull my wrists hard against the ropes hoping the pain will distract me but the pressure on my cunt is to insistent. I know I can't hold out long now,

I lock my body, clench my teeth and postpone the inevitable as long as possible.

I'm losing it, the sweat's running down me now, a moan trying to force it's way out, every muscle tensed to breaking point, I'm giving in.

The pressure stopped, the cane disappeared, just in the nick of time, not coincidental you know me too well you beloved bastard, you'll break me when you're ready.

The chair creaks, I hear the sound of a ciggy paper being pulled from the pack, the rasp of a lighter. You're smoking! I'm stood here like a wet rag and you're sat down smoking. I curse you under my breath as I feel the sweat cooling on my body.

It's amusing in a way, only the threat of the cane stops me cursing you out loud but I know I will feel that cane sooner rather than later, you wont stop until you have broken me and I wouldn't want it any other way.

The chair creaks, I hear you moving towards me, brace myself, your hand in the small of my back, holding me, the other hand on my belly, fingers between my legs, pressing. Your chest is bare, I feel the hairs sharp against my nipples, I feel one finger go inside me.

I crack, lips on your chest, kissing you, inhaling the smell of you, you win, take me. Your hand in my hair, pulling back my head, you're asking something, did I disobey you? Don't want to answer, not yet, but you wont let me go until I do.

"Yes."

The ropes pull taut, you bundle me blindly across the room, I hit the bed face down, you grab an ankle and bind it, the other leg pulled across and also bound. I wait for the inevitable.

Your weight hits the bed, your hand caresses my ass, I couldn't close my legs if I wanted to. you speak.

"That will cost six strokes of the cane."

I say nothing.

"And because we don't want to scare the local wildlife you are to accept it in silence."

I don't like the sound of this but still I remain silent.

"If you are too noisy I'll simply gag you and give you twenty strokes."

I like the sound of this even less, pain is one of those things where more is not really better, in fact it's quite scary. I decide to risk a strangled.

"No."

You continue as if I hadn't spoken.

"Or if you think you'll be unable to remain silent."

I wait with something approaching dread.

"Tell me now and I'll gag you and only give you six."

You bastard, you lousy conniving bastard. I'm almost tempted to say.

"No, stop now, let me go."

But if I tell you to gag me that possibility will no longer exist. But if I can't keep my mouth shut for 6 strokes and you gag me the rest of the 20 will hurt like hell and there will be nothing I can do to stop it.

God you're an evil bastard, I'm not giving in! Alright damn you.

"Gag me."

Damn you.

You stand there.

Legs spread apart.

Blindfolded face looking sightlessly ahead.

Not moving a muscle, not saying a word.

Just as I told you to.

Your wrists are roped together behind your back, a second length of rope pulling them high up your back before encircling your upper arms and torso, loops between your arms pulling the rope tight impressing its pattern into the flesh of your upper breasts and arms leaving you with little of no possible movement in your hands, making it impossible for you to protect your ass or lower body.

But you know this.

You've been standing like that like that for 5 minutes now and I've not touched you since I positioned you there, but you know you stay like that mute and still no matter what I do to you or if as now I chose to do nothing, just making you wait.

The desire to make you disobey me is getting strong now, I quietly kneel in front of you and insert my tongue between your legs then trace a line of wetness upwards to your navel. I feels your belly tense, your breathing quicken as I lick your navel. You taste salty but still you remain silent, immobile, almost defiant.

I move behind you now, touch your leg on the inside just above your ankle and draw my hand upwards along your inner thigh barely touching you, yet I notice your fingers are writhing my hand continues its journey along the crease of you ass just one finger now stopping only when it reaches the small of your back.

I do the same on the other leg carefully skirting but not touching your pussy. Your breathing is quite rapid now and your body is giving of a not unpleasant scent of sweat and musk. I wonder how long it will be before you crack, I don't want it to be too soon, I'll have to give you something else to think about.

The cane feels cold and smooth in my hands, I crack it against my palm warning you of it presence. I see you flinch and your lips tighten you know what's coming but not where. I draw the cane across your soft belly, You tense yourself, bite your lip, now you know.

I strike once, not hard enough to wind you but the red line slowly emerging on your skin testifies to its effect as does the catch in your breathing, yet you remain still. I strike again, another red line forming an X. I think how this temporary disfigurement enhances rather that distracts from your beauty. I kiss you where the lines intersect.

Stepping back I consider which part of you to give my attention to next. Your nipples are so hard and protruding they just beg for attention, gripping each nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hard I begin to roll them slowly increasing the pressure as I watch your face. You bite down on your lower lip and I see you fight your body's desire to thrust you pelvis forward. I release the pressure, I don't want you cracking yet, I have more plans for you before that.

Your back is damp now, I lift your hair to one side and kiss you just below the base of your neck. you feel the cane between your legs and tighten your buttocks in response, I draw the cane slowly out along the parting of your ass letting you feel each irregularity on its surface, you tense in anticipation of pain, but this time I spare you. I notice the cane is slick with your wetness, since you like the cane so much I think you should ride it for a while.

Sitting relaxed cross legged before you I rise the cane to your pussy taking care that it is seated between your lips and slowly increase the pressure, I watch you rise onto your toes with one foot and then the other the muscles in your throat start to stand out, your lips part. I wait until you start to lower your head and a slight tremor appears in your thighs then I lower the cane, hear you gasp with relief.

I stand walk to the chair, sit down and roll a smoke. I looked at you, still unmoving silent. I'm proud of you but still I make you wait until I've finished my smoke.

Making no attempt at stealth I remove my shirt and go to you, sliding one hand behind your back and one flat on your belly I press my chest against your breasts and slide three fingers of my hand between your thighs, pressing against your wetness. You moan, I lift and insert one finger. You crumble.

Your mouth kissing my chest, your body pressing down on my hand gasping small incoherent sounds. I pull your head back by your hair.

"I think that constitutes disobedience, don't you?"

You try to avoid answering but I still have you fast by your hair.

"Yes."

Holding you by the ropes across your back I guide you to the bed, throw you face down and quickly bind your ankles to the bed posts.

Sitting besides you on the bed I stroke your ass.

"That will cost six strokes of the cane."

You lay still.

"And because we don't want to scare the local wildlife you are to accept it in silence."

You say nothing.

"If you are too noisy I'll simply gag you and give you twenty strokes."

I hear a muffled.

"No."

"Or if you think you'll be unable to remain silent." I pause.

"Tell me now and I'll gag you and only give you six."

I can almost hear you thinking. if you tell me to gag you you'll be unable to ask me to stop but the idea of twenty strokes also scares you, you could ask me to stop now but you don't want to but this will hurt but you don't want to chicken out, quite a quandary.

I wait.

"Gag me."

"But first I need to fetch my newspaper."

As he walks to the front door, she follows him on all fours. He instructs her to get in front of him so he can watch her ass as she crawls. When he reaches the door, he leans down, strokes her face and hair, and tells her to wait for his return. She grinds her cheek into the palm of his hand and lies down at his feet.

He opens the door and heads to the main entrance of the building. He retrieves his newspaper from just outside the main entrance. It is raining very hard out. On his way back to his loft, he runs into a neighbor.

"Hey Bob." He says as the neighbor approaches.

"Hey. How's it goin'" Bob replies.

"Ok, this rain is a drag. I wanted to take my bike out. I guess we're stuck inside for the day." He replies.

"Would the two of you like to come by this evening for dinner? Judith would love to have you two over." Bob asks.

"Thanks. But, she woke up feeling under the weather and she staying in all day. I have her lying down as we speak and I promised her some tea. I need to get back." He replies.

"Well she is bound to get better." Bob states.

"That I'm sure of. Have a good day Bob" He replies.

He heads back to his loft. He opens the door; she looks up at him and smiles. He crouches down.

"I ran into Bob, he asked if we would like to come over for dinner this evening. I declined. I told him you were not feeling well. I didn't think you would want to sit around naked and not able to talk. So, I told him to stop by later and you would blow him."

She shakes her head no. Her lips are tight and he can see she is trying not to laugh.

"What is so funny? You can't picture lawyer Bob with his khakis around his ankles while you're blowing him."

She shakes even more with his commentary.

"With me banging Judith from behind with a plug in her ass"

She takes a breath and starts to laugh.

"Stop laughing!"

She continues to laugh.

"Get the fuck up and on you knees!"

She quickly stops laughing.

"Kneel facing me with your back against the corner."

She quickly complies.

With her confined in the corner, he firmly grabs her by the throat. Tilting her head back and looks into her eyes.

Sternly he says, "When I tell you to quit doing something, I expect you to stop."

He pulls his cock out, and shoves it into her mouth. She naturally reaches up to take a hold of it.

"Hands by your side. I just want to use your mouth. The next time I say stop you will."

She nods yes.

"Good."

He pulls his cock from her mouth, placing it back in to his pants, and walks to the kitchen.

"Now come along. I'm hungry."

She crawls behind on all fours. He tells her she may stand in the kitchen while preparing his breakfast and he walks into the living room, sits down on the couch and switches on the television.

"I want two poached eggs, a large bowl of granola, double cappuccino, a tall glass of water, and cut up that large papaya. Make the cappuccino first. You can make some tea for yourself and you may enjoy your tea while preparing breakfast."

She begins to make his cappuccino, and then starts the water for the eggs and her tea. As she starts steaming the milk, he gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. As he enters, she turns and hands him his cappuccino. He thanks her and she smiles. She prepares her tea and lowers the water to simmer. She sips her tea before she begins slicing up the papaya.

"There are 20 hours of motorcycle and car shows recorded. We are going to have so much fun sitting around watching the television."

She rolls her eyes with his words. He reaches down, grabs the welt on her ass, and pinches it. She yelps and jumps with his pinch.

"You will sit and watch television with me and enjoy it. And if I have to I will put my cock in your mouth."

She smiles.

He returns to the couch as she finishes preparing breakfast and he begins to watch one of the recorded car shows. He tells her to bring the food over on a tray and that she can walk to the couch. She walks over and places the tray on the coffee table. He tells her to kneel facing away from her, he secures her wrists behind her back with leather restraints and repositions her on her knee facing him.

With her kneeling before him, he takes a piece of papaya and consumes it.

"Mmm, Perfect! Are you hungry?"

She nods yes.

"I think we will start with some papaya."

He takes a spear of papaya, leans into her, and slides the spear between her legs. She jumps as the spear slides along her clit.

"Cold?"

She nods yes.

He takes the spear and offers it to her. She opens her mouth and he pulls the papaya back. He tells her to beg for it as he holds it above her. She lunges for it and he mashes it into her mouth. Juice drips from her mouth as she swallows the papaya. He offers her another piece of papaya and she lunges at it catching his finger with her teeth.

"Ouch!"

She looks up at him with sorry in her eyes. He leans into her, just inches from her face, and eye to eye. He reaches down, pinches her nipple firmly, and holds it. She squirms and squeaks trying not to make a sound.

"Now lets try this again."

He takes another piece of papaya.

"Open your mouth."

He slides the spear half way into her mouth and then he mashes it into her face. She swallows what portion she can and wears the rest.

"Look at my messy little girl."

He picks up a piece for himself and eats it.

"Mmm, fresh, sweet, and juicy. Just the way I like 'em."

She smiles at him.

"Want an egg?"

She nods yes.

He takes one of the poached eggs and eats it.

"Done perfectly. Poached eggs are so much better then fried."

He picks up the other egg by the edge with his fingers. It is poached just enough to hold together. He tells her to open her mouth and she complies. As he lowers the egg, he can see the white straining to contain the yoke. He lowers the egg partially into her mouth and then he tells her to take a bite. She complies and the yoke sills out across her lips and down her chin and neck. She swallows and he tells her to open her mouth and he feeds her the rest of the egg.

With her a mess, he sits back and enjoys his cappuccino as she kneels dutifully at his knees.

"You know you're a very lucky girl. Because, you have a very happy dominant."

She smiles.

He picks up the bowl of granola and starts to eat it.

"Do you want any?"

She nods no.

He continues eating and watching his show.

"That is enough for me. Are you sure you don't wants some."

She nods no.

He puts the bowl back on the tray, picks up the glass of water, and takes a drink.

"Do you wants some water?"

She nods yes.

He offers her the glass, she places her lips on the rim, and he slowly raises the glass to help her drink. A bit of water slips from her mouth as she drinks.

"Do you want anymore to eat?"

She nods no.

"Ok. Lets clean up."

He places the dishes back on the tray and picks it up as he stands. With her wrist still restrained behind her back, he reaches down, takes her by the forearm, and helps her to her feet. They walk to the kitchen, where he places the tray on the counter.

"You're a mess, lets clean you up."

He retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom. He turns the water on in the sink testing that it is not to hot and wets the rag. With some force, he washes her face, neck, and breast. She grimaces a bit. Nevertheless, he continues. As he finishes, he gives her a kiss.

"Now my girl is all clean. Turn around please."

She complies and he removes the restraints from her wrist.

"You need to clean up the kitchen. Empty the dishwasher and do the dishes. However, I want you to do it as quietly as possible. Every time you clank something; pots, silverware, dishes, whatever, I will smack you on the ass with a wooden spoon. And one other thing, you have fifteen minutes to get it done."

She looks at him with concern.

"Starting now. Remember. Quietly."

She opens the dishwasher and starts removing the dishes and placing them in the cupboard. She is very careful and methodical about it. Nevertheless, as she places a plate on top of another plate in the cupboard, it makes a clanking sound.

"Hands on the counter and present your ass to me."

She complies and he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon. She squeaks with its impact.

She continues emptying the dishwasher. Now he begins to tease her. He stands close to her as she works, sliding his hand on her ass and between her legs.

"Why is your pussy wet?" As if he doesn't know.

She gives him a look and a smile.

She clinks a glass against another as she puts away in the cupboard.

"Assume the position."

She assumes the position and presents her ass to him. He rubs her ass and slides his fingers between her legs, he feels her pussy, which is soaked, and he slides two fingers into her. She arches her back opening herself to him. With his fingers inside her, he strikes her ass with the spoon. With the strike, he feels her pussy tighten around his fingers. He with draws his fingers and she continues with her task.

Quickly and quietly she finishes emptying the rest of the dishes from the dishwasher, all that is left to put away is the silverware. She looks at it troubling.

"Yes. Silverware. Now that may be somewhat of a problem. How are you going to put it away with out making a sound? I'm not going to smack you while you're putting the silverware away. I will simply count the number of times you make a noise. In addition, I want you to keep track. The difference between your count and my count will be added to the highest of either of our counts. So it is in your best interest to keep an accurate count."

She reaches down and begins to pick up the silverware basket. It clanks.

"One"

She gently carries the basket and lays it down on the counter adjacent to the silverware drawer. It clanks.

"Two"

She shakes her head as she opens the drawer. She removes the silverware from the basket as if a thief. However, she still clanks some of the silverware as she puts it away.

"I hope you're keeping count. By the way, you have nine minutes left. For a every minute over the allotted time, you will be spending 10 minutes in the bath room bound on the cold floor in the dark."

She finishes putting away the silverware and she turns to him.

He tells her to use her fingers to show how many times the silverware made a sound. She flashes him thirteen.

"Are you sure?"

She looks concerned. However, she nods yes.

"I hope you're right. Because, I didn't count."

She looks at him with dismay.

"So, it is thirteen smacks for you. Put your hands on the counter and present yourself."

She complies and he begins, counting off each smack of her ass. With each smack, she jumps.

"Thirteen. Now finish up doing the dishes and wipe up the counters. You have five minutes. When you're done join me on the couch."

As she finishes up in the kitchen, he returns to the couch and informs her that he is still counting. Try as she might, she is not able to finish with out making six more clanks. However, she does finish on time.

"You made it with time to spare."

She begins walking to him, as soon as she is out of the kitchen he tells her to get on all fours, she quickly complies and crawls to him. She kneels before him when she gets to the couch.

"Now, I want you across my lap."

She climbs on to his lap. He strokes her ass with his hand."

"I counted six more clanks and I'm going to add two for not being on all fours when you exited the kitchen."

He tells her to rise up a bit. He slides his hand between her and his lap. He places his hand against her pussy, slides two fingers into her and gives her a smack on the ass. With the smack, he feels her pussy tense up. He grinds his palm into her clit and continues with the other seven smacks, all the while his fingers probing her.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"Well, you have to wait."

He positions her face down on the couch and hog-ties her wrist and ankles behind her back. He sits back down on the couch and places her head in his lap. He strokes her hair as they lay there watching the television. Another episode of "American Hot Rod."

"Sweetheart. I'm going to spank you and rub your pussy during every commercial."

She eagerly shakes her head with approval.

A commercial comes on, he begins spanking her ass and he reaches between her legs and rubs her pussy. She moans with his touch. He can tell that she is close to coming. As the commercial ends, he can hear her sigh as he quits playing with her.

"Never thought I would see you disappointed that a commercial was over. Should I use the TIVO to fast-forward through the commercials?"

She shakes her head no!

As they continue to watch television, he knows that she is waiting for the commercials. As the commercial comes on, he simply waits to see her reaction. A few moments pass and she begins to grind her cheek into his crotch.

"I know it's a commercial."

She continues to grind. He takes his hand and gives her a hard smack on the ass, then another. He turns off the television and unties her ankles leaving just her wrist bound. He gets up and grabs her by the forearm.

"Get up." Tersely

She complies and looks at him confused. He holds her firmly by the arm.

"We are going downstairs."

He pushes her towards the staircase, manhandling her, and almost lifting her off the ground as he escorts her down the stairs. When they get downstairs, he unties her wrist.

"I'm not sure how long we will be down here. I want you to get the pair of shoes Laura wants. Just encase she shows up while we are down here. You can walk to get the shoes."

As she begins to walk off, he smacks her on the ass. She goes to her closet and he can hear her rummaging through her shoes.

"Sounds as if you have to many pairs of shoes?"

She pops her head out of the closet, looks at him, and shakes her head no. She fines the shoes and carries them back to him. He takes them from her, places them at the bottom of the stairs, and tells her to get on all fours and wait there.

She complies.

He walks over to his bondage bench and sits on it.

"Ok. Sweetheart, I want you to crawl to me on your elbows and knees. As slow as possible."

She gets on her elbows and knees and begins her crawl. He tells her slower. She complies. She grimaces as she crawls across the cold hard concrete floor. She finally reaches him.

"You're a very good girl."

He helps her to her feet.

He has built the bench with her comfort in mind. It is padded and supportive. There is a dildo secured to the bench. He positions her on her belly with the dildo in her pussy. He places leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and fastens the cuffs to the bench with rope. He secures her torso to the bench using two belts: one low on her waist and the other right below her underarms. She is not going anywhere.

"Bob did say you were bound to get better. If he only knew how true his words were."

He kneels at her head, looks her in the eyes, and asks if she is ok.

She nods yes and he gives her a kiss.

He places a blindfold over her eyes. With her secured and blindfolded, he begins to tease her. He takes his fingers and lightly drags them down her back across her ass. As he crosses her ass, he takes his fingers and taps the dildo hard. She rolls her head and tries to arch her back as teases her.

He retrieves a flogger from the closet and begins to use it on her. At first, he lets the strokes fall softly across her shoulders and down her ass. He repeats these soft sensual strokes several times.

Then he slowly increases the intensity. He begins counting has he strikes her. Each stroke is harder then the previous.

"...Seventeen...Eighteen...Nineteen...Twenty."

With the twenth strike, he stops and kneels in front of her and removes the blindfold. He looks into her eyes. They are a bit glassy.

"You're not going to say anything are you?"

She nods no.

"You're a good girl."

She smiles.

"Now, I'm going to put my cock in your ass."

Again, she smiles.

He pours some lube at the top of her ass and lets it flow down the crack of her ass. He takes a well-lubed finger, slides it into her, and slowly, gently strokes it in and out. He feels her relax around his finger. With his fingers, he can feel the dildo in her pussy. He then inserts a second finger into her and again slowly, gently strokes it in and out of her. He feels her again relax and accepts his two fingers.

He pulls his cock from his pants and strokes it with some lube. He positions himself behind her and slides his cock around her ass hole. Then he places it against the opening and gently pushes just the head partially in and then he removes it. Again, he pushes it in, but this time the entire head. He withdraws and applies some more lube and places the head of his cock back into her. He grabs her by the hair and pulls it as he pushes the length of his cock into her. She moans as he slides into her.

As his hips touch her ass, the buzzer for the front door rings.

"Fuck! It is Laura. God Damn it."

He withdraws his cock and places it back in his pants and quickly finds a plug and inserts it in her as a surrogate for him.

"I will be right back."

He rushes pass the shoes and up the stairs. He gets to the intercom and presses the button.

"Yes."

"It is Laura. Is she home?"

"No. She went out again. But, she did leave the shoes out for you. I will buzz you up."

He buzzes open the door and he can hear the entry door close behind her. He quickly goes to the bathroom and washes his hands. As he is drying his hands with the towel, he hears a knock on the door.

He opens the door and there stands Laura.

"Hi, How are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm Ok. I have a date with a new guy tonight. So, were are the shoes?" She asks.

"Oh, Shit, They're downstairs. I will get them wait here."

He rushes downstairs, goes to the closet, and retrieves a different pair of shoes. He shows her and she shakes her head no.

He rushes back upstairs and hands the shoes to Laura.

"Ah, These are not the ones I wanted." She says.

She starts heading downstairs.

"I'm sure I can find them." She says.

The ache in my muscles had subsided, who have thought that taking a leak could be so exhausting? I lay here still restrained but warm and comfortable and to be quite frank.... Bored. I can hear the click of the keyboard, ignoring me, you bastard, ok, so be it.

I arch my back and stretching my cuffed hands find I can with one finger reach my pussy, discreetly and with concentration I go to work. I realise the sound of the keyboard has stopped and I hadn't noticed, to far away I guess. You pull the blanket off me, I turn half on my back, trying to hide my wet hand, but you're not fooled, are you?

I hear your voice.

"Getting bored are you?"

Amused,

"Thought I'd forgotten you?"

I lay still, saying nothing, just getting wet from your voice goddamnit. You remove the cuffs from my ankles and wrists, leaving the blindfold.

"Out of bed"

I slide of the bed and stand, you press something in my hand.

"Put these on".

A pair of my panties, as I blindly slip them on I wonder idly what colour they are. You turn me, gripping both wrists in one hand you slip a rope between them and then three, four times around my wrists and two times in between, you knot the rope. I feel the rope again, this time on the soft skin above my elbows, circling, pulling tight and being knotted, I can feel my breasts pushed forward under the pressure, my arms virtually immobile, I must be the sexiest thing you've ever seen!

You lead me from the bedroom, down the hall and into what I know must be the living room, you release my arm and move away, I stand where you left me. I hear the sound of curtains being drawn, conscious of my appearance I ask.

"Are they open or closed?"

You laugh .

"Guess".

I have no way of knowing where in the room I am, can I be seen from the street? This panicky line of thought is interrupted when you take my chin between your thumb and finger , say.

"Open your legs"

I obey.

"No matter what I do or say to you, you are to remain in this position, don't move a muscle, you understand?"

I just nod, don't ask.

"Or what"

I already know, just as I've a sneaking suspicion why you're making me wear panties.

I feel your touch, that incredibly light touch, that you're so fond of, ok, so am I, barely touching my skin, yet leaving a trail of erotic fire in its wake. You stroke my belly, my waist, my breasts, my cheek, I ignore the wetness soaking my panties and concentrate on remaining immobile. You move down to my thighs, starting on the inside, just above the knee and moving, oh so lightly, up, just grazing the sodden silk of my panties and back down the other thigh. I feel sweat forming on my skin, your fingers return, this time following the line of my panties, front to back, then slipping under the elastic. I feel you rise, your hand in my hair, pulling back my head, kissing me and at the same time two fingers, pressing, rubbing against my overheated pussy. I give in, don't care if you punish me, I press my pussy against your hand, try to swallow your tongue. You pull your face back,

"Randy little slut, aren't you?"

I can only moan. You slide of my panties, press them against me, soaking the few remaining dry areas and lead me back to the bedroom.

You released my arms, the slight sting as the pressure on my skin was relieved, a very erotic sensation. I feel straps on my wrists, which are pulled in front of me and then, the click of a padlock. You move me so I can feel the edge of the bed against my legs.

"On the bed on your knees".

You say. I obey.

I hear the rattle of a chain and another metallic click and my hands are pulled above my head. Suddenly I feel very exposed, I try to pull my arms down to cover my breasts, knowing as I did that it was impossible, I relaxed, and just waited for your touch. The beds gives under your weight, I feel the inside of your thighs against my knees and realise that you are naked, your fingers stroke my belly, squeeze my nipples.

"Straddle me"

You say.

I lift my body as you slide beneath me, I feel your prick against my pussy, your knuckles against my thigh. With a moan, I gratefully impale myself on you, I start to rotate my hips, accelerating sensation. My arms are pulled taut, lifting me off you, you're still inside, but not far enough! I try to rubberize my arms, I'd tear them off, just to get you back inside. I feel you rising inside me, I hang still, harboring every last iota of pleasure, trying to get enough to ignite this agonizingly ecstatic tension. You're rising again, the heat rises, ignites and explodes, I throw my head back and scream, feeling your sperm pumping into me, I want to thresh my body but if I do I'll lose you, so I hang there still, containing the overwhelming sensation in my body. The waves subside, reality returns, I wonder idly if you'll punish me.

My arms are released, click and click, my wrists pushed behind my back and, click. You pull me down beside you, my head on your shoulder, breasts on your chest.

"I might you know"

"Might what?"

I asked drowsily

"Punish you"

I don't answer, just slide my thigh over yours. I realise I'm falling asleep with a smile on my face.

As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:

"Good morning my love."

He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.

"There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission."

He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.

"You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. 'Yes,' which will be your last for 24 hours, or 'No,' to start your day."

As he's fucked her, he has repositioned her on her hands and knees. . He knows her responses and body as well as she does and can tell that she is close to coming. With his cock hard and deep into her, he asks,

"What is your answer?"

He pulls her upright by the hair and releases his hand from her mouth as she begins to come.

"Yyeesssss" explodes from her with spit and snot and tears as if cum from his cock.

He replaces his hand over her mouth and slows his thrusting. He can feel her contracting as the orgasm fades within her.

"Very good. My girl."

He pushes her flat to the bed with his body and turns her head to the right. She has that sub smile. The one you can't slap off. That smirk of being owned and used and safe and protected.

"It is cold and rainy. What better way to spend a Saturday than naked in silence, serving your dominant?"

"Rule 1. The following rules stand for twenty four hours unless otherwise instructed."

"Rule 2. No words. If I need to ask you a question, you will be able to answer it with a nod of your head."

"Rule 3. You will do nothing without me telling you to do it."

"Rule 4. You will stay near me at all times."

"Rule 5. Where I walk, you will crawl."

"Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return."

"Rule 7. When I am seated, you will kneel at my feet."

"Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom."

"Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow."

"Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose."

He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his thrusting quickens as he comes in her. He rarely gives his cum in this manner. She usually wears it or tastes it.

"I want you to keep my cum in you. I will check later to see that you held it. Now go to the bathroom. You have ten minutes to be alone. I suggest you brush your teeth and use the toilet."

She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom.

"All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum."

She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman's ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door.

"Leave the door open. You have ten minutes."

She steps out of view, and he hears the toilet seat go down.

"I am listening," he yells to her, and he hears her stomp her feet. "Does stomping your feet help you pee or keep my cum?"

He hears the tinkling sound of her peeing and soon the flush of the toilet. She appears in the mirror on the bathroom. She brushes out her hair and puts it in a ponytail. If she only knew, how much he loves her. Can she ever know?

"You have five minutes left."

She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth.

"I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping them, and coming in them. Step back please."

She steps back and be grabs her by the hair, in close and tight to the scalp and lowers her face to the sink. As he grasps her hair, he holds her down with his forearm across her back and parts her legs with his feet and begins spanking her ass.

"Remember, hold my cum. I will be checking shortly"

He starts slowly and softly, switching cheeks, and then building harder and harder. Right in the sweet spot neither thigh nor ass. Her ass begins to turn red.

"Now lets check to see if my cum is still in you."

With his free hand, he slides two fingers into her. She is wet.

"Ah, yes."

He removes his fingers from her and pulls her into a standing position.

"Legs together and turn to me."

She complies and faces him. He pulls her head back by the hair, which opens her neck to him. Leaning in he begins kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck. He takes his cum soaked fingers, probes her mouth deeply, and tells her to suck them clean. She sucks his fingers as if they were his cock and it feels almost as good. With this simple sucking, he feels his cock harden.

"Please, kneel with your back against the wall, adjacent to the toilet."

She complies and he stands just inches from her face and pisses into the toilet. He can see she is watching his cock. Knowing she will take his cock anytime and anywhere, he feels empowered. He reaches down and strokes her hair and face.

"Look up. Fuck, you're beautiful. I love you. You are my favorite toy, my greatest pleasure, and my most cherished friend. I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiles and presses her cheek into his palm. He takes her hand, helps her to her feet, pulls her in tight to him, reaches down, and squeezes her ass.

"It is time for my shower. Please turn the water on."

She readies his shower as he brushes his teeth.

"We can make this quick. While I wash my upper body, you can wash my lower half and pay attention to my cock and balls. There is a good chance you will be spending some time with them today."

She smiles.

He steps into the shower. "Come on in." She steps in. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." She complies. He puts his cock in her mouth. "I don't want to come. I just want it in your mouth as I shower."

He leans his head back into the water stream and soaps up his hair. He fells her struggle to keep his cock in her mouth. He hands her the bottle of soap and washrag.

"Here. Wash my balls and ass with my cock in your mouth."

She takes the soap and washcloth from him and leans forward on her knees. She squeezes soap on the washcloth, reaches around, and washes his ass. Then she washes his balls.

"Gentle"

He catches her slowly stroking his cock with her mouth and tells her not to even try. She obediently stops.

"Now wash my legs and feet and don't tickle me."

She puts more soap on the washrag and lathers up his legs. She has always told him how much she loves his legs.

He removes his cock from her mouth. "Now wash my cock." He puts the soap in the palm of her hand and she glides it across his hard cock.

"Sweetheart. Clean it. Don't jack it."

With the shower nozzle, he rinses all the soap from his hair and body, and places his cock back into her mouth.

He steps back, and she follows with his cock in her mouth and with the shower stream landing on her shoulders, he reaches down, removes the scruchy from her hair, and squirts shampoo onto her head and he begins to wash her hair. He piles her hair on top of her head, making sure it is well soaped.

"Keep my cock in your mouth, close your eyes and lean your head back a bit."

He begins rinsing her hair, slowly pushing the pile off her head and down her back, straightening it out with the shower stream.

"Put out your hand."

He squirts soap into her hand.

"Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don't masturbate! Just wash."

She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouth

He pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her body. "Turn to your right please." When he is done, and she is facing him, he steps in, kissing her as he adjusts the shower nozzle to slow, pulsing massage, and directs it at her pussy.

"I hate the taste of soap."

She jumps as the water hits her.

He tells her to turn, get on all fours, and face away from him. As she complies, he positions himself to the other end of the shower and sits cross-legged on the shower floor, where he can scrutinize her ass and pussy peeking between her legs. He adjusts the shower spray to a fine mist, sprays her back, and slowly directs it to her ass and pussy. The spray is light, gentle, and warm. He moves the spray up and down, along her ass and pussy.

"I know you have masturbated with this thing before. I want your ass higher."

With her ass high in the air, he adjusts the spray to a slow pulse and covers two of the three streams, giving him more control over his aim. He directs the stream at her asshole. The stream strikes cause her asshole to contract with the rhythm of the pulses. He slowly lowers the stream to her pussy lips. Then slowly, very slowly to her clit.

As the pulses of water strike her clit, her lips contract inward. He moves the stream up and down her lips, stopping for a moment at her clit. He asks if she would like to cum and reminds her not to use words. She quickly nods yes.

"Only when I give you permission."

He slowly increases the pulse of the stream while keeping the movement along her lips steady. With the pulse at its max, he knows she can easily come if he desires it.

"Are you ready to come?"

She nods yes.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"I want you to come for me. Now!"

As he grants her permission, he quickly turns off the hot water off and the stream is instantly cold. He can tell by her reaction that the cold water has washed away her orgasm.

Suddenly from her mouth "Fuck"

"What!" he exclaims, and turns the shower back to spray and starts spraying her with the cold water. "What did you say?"

He can tell by her body language that she realizes she has made a mistake. He turns off the water, gets out of the shower, and begins drying himself. He orders her to stand against the wall.

"And put your nose and tits against it."

She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile.

"You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?"

He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack.

"You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten."

She nods yes.

He again twists the towel and wets the tip on the shower floor. He measures his stroke once and then unleashes the crack on her ass. Striking her on the left cheek, she jumps and he can hear her muffled cry. The strike instantly starts to welt up.

He picks up a towel.

He sees her take a deep breath and her shoulders shutter as she struggles not to cry. He puts his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him, and tells her that it is all right to cry. With that, she begins to cry, he wraps her in a towel and holding her tight. He can feel her body convulse within his embrace. She buries her face into his chest.

"Sweetheart. Why are you crying so hard?"

With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at him, and he wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead.

"Was it the strike?"

She shakes her head no, as she looks down.

"Is it that you failed by talking?"

She looks up, nods yes, and sucks a breath as she continues to cry. With his hand, he soothes the welt on her ass and tells her that the welt will serve as a reminder for the rest of the day. He wraps a towel around her hair and tells her to dry him off. She quickly gets on her knees to dry him. She starts with his feet, moving up to his ankles and legs, and then proceeds to his cock, balls, and ass. He sits on the toilet so that she can dry his upper body and his hair.

"Thank you. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry it."

As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.

"Are you ok?"

She nods yes.

He rolls her onto her side facing away from him, puts his arms around her, and pulls her in close as he spoons her. She coyly pushes her ass back into his cock, but he lets this infraction slide as they lay there quietly.

As she lies there dutifully, he slips into a bit of a sleep. Twenty minutes pass, and he wakes and kisses her cheek. She grinds back into his cock. He slides his hand onto the welt on her ass.

"Sweetheart. I let it slide the first time. Don't push your luck."

With that she stops.

"While you will be naked all day, I need to get dress."

He gets up from the bed.

"Now get your ass up and fetch my clothes. You can walk while fetching them. I want Levis, black cop belt, a black t-shirt, my Wesco loggers, and my watch. Oh and a pair of white socks."

She jumps up out of bed, walks to the closet, and retrieves the belt, boots, jeans, t-shirt, and socks. She returns and lays them out neatly on the bed. Then she retrieves the watch from the side table and hands it to him and he puts it on. She stands there handing him is clothes as needed. He catches her looking at him as pulls his clothes on when their eyes meet and she blushes. He tucks the shirt into the Levis, and he buttons them. She hands the black leather cop belt. He folds it over on itself and snaps it. She jumps to attention.

He tells her to kneel at his feet. She complies and looks up at him. He hands her his boots.

"Lace them up and tie them tight."

As she laces the boots, he reaches down and strokes her hair. He realizes how wonderful it is to have this smart beautiful woman naked at his feet. She is very exact in her lacing of the boots. They are both boot sluts.

He looks down at his boots.

"I think they need a shining."

She moves as if to stand.

"No, use your pussy."

He takes his right boot, spreads her knees apart, and works the toe of the boot between her thighs. She begins to grind her pussy against his boot, pulling the boot in tight and places her face against his knee. He pulls the boot from her grasp and pushes his left boot between her thighs and she begins to grind again. When she is done, he pulls the boot from her and tells her stand. He wraps he his boots around her thighs and pulls her close.

"Give me a hug."

She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss. He reaches down and pats her ass. She jumps. He found the welt.

He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her collar. As he places it around her neck, he says:

"You're my princess and my slut."

She smiles, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry."

He gets up, and she falls to her hands and knees, following him. As he begins to ascend the spiral staircase to the main floor, she begins her climb up the stairs on all fours.

"You can walk up the stairs. That diamond plate will kill your knees."

She gets up and walks behind him. They reach the top of the stairs, and she drops again to all fours and follows him into the living room.

A phone rings.

"It must be your cell."

He picks up her cell and looks at the display.

"It is Laura, should I answer it?"

She shakes her head no; he opens the phone and answers it.

"Hi Laura . . . no she's not . . . I am not sure. She said she had some errands to run this morning . . . I will be here all day . . . No she has no idea . . . I will tell her you called . . .Take care."

He shuts the phone.

"It was Laura. She says she had to pick up some shoes she needs for this evening. I told her I would be here all day. Said she would stop by later."

She looks up at him with a concerned face.

"When she gets here you will sit quietly on the couch. Naked. I will explain things to her."

Her look goes from concerned to alarmed.

"I think she is much more hip then you give her credit."

I am still hungry. Let's feed me."

As I entered the lobby of the Social Club, I tried to stop the shaking that I knew everyone else could see. Even though I had made the arrangements weeks ago, and knew this was what I wanted, I almost turned around and walked out. This was crazy! And yet, I knew this was something I had to do. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the front desk.
I felt a penis nudge each hand and instinctively took hold of them. I knew now why my hands were slick with lotion. I began to stroke each penis, slowly and gently. As I did so, I felt another Master slide into me slowly up to the hilt. He did not move...at least, not until a fourth Master placed his penis against my lips and I had taken him in my mouth. As I began wrapping my tongue around him, the Master behind me began rhythmic thrusts in and out. The Master in front of me took my head and moved me up and down on him in time. I felt myself join in the beat with my hands.

The Master in front was the first to climax, thrusting in my mouth with each spasm. The Master behind me pushed in deeply, but did not move as I swallowed and cleaned my Master's deflating penis. When he was flaccid, he withdrew from my mouth; at the same time, the other Masters also withdrew. I heard what I later realized were the sounds of condoms being removed and put on. Once again, I was penetrated, this time by the Master who had been in my right hand. As he drove into me and held his position, I felt two new Masters in my hands. From the warmth of the penis in my left hand, I knew he had been in my anus. The penis in my right hand felt new. Once all four were in position, the thrusting began and, once again, I was servicing four Masters at once.

A few moments later, the Master behind me slammed into me full force; the others froze as I felt him throbbing his release. As he pulled out and the others rotated, he slid the rope back over my crack. My penis was able to relax for a moment, but not for long. As the new Master began to penetrate me, more slowly this time, I realized with shock that he was driving the rope inside me. My penis was being pulled back toward him; though I had thought my rectum would be numb by now, it registered the roughness of the rope assaulting it. I squeezed both hands tightly, doubtless pleasing the Masters who were being pleasured by them. The cycle began again. I was an automaton, mindlessly pleasuring my Masters. When the one in my left hand squirted onto my hand, I barely noticed. I continued rubbing him, using his own semen as lubricant. As the rotation began again, I was moving into a dreamy stupor...until the sting of clips on my nipples brought me back to full awareness.

I cried out as fire shot through my nipples. These were much stronger clamps than I had experienced so far and were weighted. Every thrust into me caused agony to my chest. I was squeezing my hands uncontrollably with the pain. The Masters seemed to take no notice of this. When one of them again found relief at my hands, the clips were removed.

The pattern developed slowly: when a Master came in my ass, he would pull out the rope and move it out of the way. If the rope was already out, he would reposition it over my crack. Similarly, when my hands provided release for a Master, the nipples clips would be removed or put on. Thus my Masters guaranteed me continual pain even as I provided them continual pleasure.

I soon learned I could avoid the pain of the nipple clips by waiting until they were removed and then focusing on massaging only the shafts of the Masters' penises. My goal was clear: to avoid the hellish pain of the clips, I had to ensure my mouth and my ass did their jobs well. I began to concentrate on the Masters inside me. I spent more time tasting and caressing the head, running my tongue around and underneath the head and sliding up and down the shaft more languorously, making love to the penis rather than simply milking it.
At the same time, I began to take a more active role on the other end. When the Master thrust into me, I would squeeze my buttocks to hold him in a bit longer. As he pulled out, I would rotate my hips as best I could in my bound state to increase his sensations. I was no longer simply a sex toy for my Masters. I was their willing whore, using every trick I could to make them come. I suddenly had a new focus. No longer was this an experiment in pleasure for me. I had found within me the spark of submission that transcended gender and orientation. Male or female, straight or gay were no longer relevant terms. I was not their sex slave: they were my special responsibility. My purpose in life had narrowed down to this one task: to provide them pleasure. I had learned who I was: the Giver of Pleasure.