by Justine
A Submissive’s Birthday Wish
She entered the hall. Pausing for a moment before checking the slip of paper, much wrinkled now from her tight grasp in the long ride from the airport F461. She recited the number to herself as she looked around. Ah yes, the internationally recognisable sign!
Slipping into the ladies room and into a stall she quickly slipped off her jacket and lifted her skirt. From the bag she had carried with her she took the neatly rolled bundle of dark blue rope and threaded it around her waist, knotting it firmly so that it sat under the waistband of her skirt. One of the few remaining remnants of her past corporate life, the skirt still looked good. Feeding one of the long ends she left between her thighs catching it over the loop around her waist and bringing it back through her legs and adjusting it carefully over the top of her panties so that each length settled on either side of her clitoris. Tensioning it carefully before tying it off she did similar with the other length of rope but this time the rope hugged her outer labia forcing them to rub against the rope and her already provoked clitoris. Already her body was feeling hotter and she lifted her thick hair away from her neck to allow some air to cool her glowing skin.
She took a couple of deep steadying breaths and rested her face against the cool wall. Letting her mind drift, thinking about him. It had been so long and she was a little scared at her temerity of turning up here unannounced. She knew from his past visits here he had a tight schedule but she hoped she could entice him away for at least a couple of hours. Added to that were his colleagues, none of them knew of her existence in his life. She had decided on the prim corporate look of her clothing for that very reason. So he could simply be polite as if to an old colleague and she could melt away if it was not suitable. Chewing her bottom lip meditatively she closed her eyes tight as tears threatened to overwhelm her. She heard the door open and close and two women talking rapidly in French. It was a language she had not studied so she could not understand anything they said but their presence brought her out of her fog. Quickly she redressed, adjusting her clothing and slipping out to brush her hair. She wondered if he would like the new hairstyle. Longer than she had worn it last time, the ends flicked up and dancing above her shoulders, the colour reflected the amount of time she had spent outdoors this summer. She smoothed the natural colour lipstick she favoured and took a breath, now or never she said to herself. Picking up the bag, blessing that it resembled a briefcase and walked out into the hall again.
All around her were mostly men, a sprinkling of women among them. Men never frightened her, coming as she had from a male dominated industry. Dominated. She smiled at the simile and kept walking along the sidewall, looking at the signs that indicated the stand numbers. F51-69. She was closer. She was jostled by a group of men crowding out of the corridor between the stands and missed the one she was looking for. Retracing her steps she turned and looked down the aisle created by the stands. It was warm in here and she blew upwards to shift her fringe and kept strolling down the corridor. Pausing to read various blurbs on stands and not understanding a word. She was crazy! Her sense of humour reasserted itself and she decided to stop dawdling.
Then she saw it, the red lettering she had become familiar with because of knowing him. Craning her neck slightly, trying not to be too obvious. She recognised a couple of the faces, from photographs. Her eyes darting from one to another, searching. Holding her breath until she realised he was not there. Bitterly disappointed she about-faced and dived down a narrower gap and into the next aisle quickly. Tears clogged her throat and she decided to get out of here. This was crazy! She was crazy! He was working and would not have time for her anyway. She stopped, trying to regain her composure. She could just walk out of here and he would be none the wiser of her impetuous visit. The ropes were beginning to irritate her now; none of the usual pleasure she felt when they were applied as his behest was apparent. Feeling vaguely humiliated by her own stupidity she took a steadying breath and turned right. Down an aisle where there was obviously some kind of suite. She did not look at anymore stands, there was no need to pretend any longer. Chewing on her lip she kept walking with her head down to hide the tears that threatened to spill over at any second.
She saw a group of men emerge from the suite out of the corner of her eye and felt a strange sensation running along her spine. Something made her turn and look and she caught her breath. It was him. He was laughing and talking with the others, looking relaxed and happy. She felt her whole body leap into life again, driving the misery that had threatened to engulf her away. She stood stock still, just watching him. Someone bumped into her and she apologised over her shoulder as she turned to follow him at a safe distance. Enjoying the almost stolen joy of just watching him. That had been something she had not been able to do much in the past. See him with other people. He was gregarious and fun loving. Laughter creased his face attractively and he seemed to be leading the others. One of the ones following him said something and he laughingly turned to reply. Her eyes met his for an instant and he frowned as his gaze kept moving to the others in the group. He turned back to continue on his way and stopped suddenly. She bit back a giggle and halted, watching while ostensibly examining a poster on display, an eager young man coming out of the stand it was on to engage her in conversation but she was too busy watching to do more than shake her head, holding her breath and waiting.
He turned and speared her with a look. She stayed where she was and watched as he said something to the others, obviously telling them he had remembered something he had to do. They laughed and went on their way. He took a step towards her, his face closed. A hiccup of fear ran through her and she took a pace backwards. Going pale after the flush of awareness that had coloured her cheeks earlier. She had a slightly sick feeling in her stomach and her head was spinning a little. Then he was standing in front of her looking very stern. She opened her mouth to say something and he forestalled her by asking.
“What are you doing here?”
The bravado that had brought her thus far finally deserted her and she shook her head and turned away, to run.
“Hey,” he grabbed the hand holding the bag and held on. “You came all this way? And you are not going to tell me why you are here?”
Amusement and exasperation were mixing in his twinkling eyes when she finally turned to look at him. She gave him a shaky smile and attempted a feeble joke.
“It’s my birthday and I wanted to give you a present. Me.” Shrugging helplessly. “But I can see you are busy and I am sorry for interrupting,”
“Silly woman, I thought we agreed you were never to apologise for interrupting! One of these days I am going to turn you over my knee and give you such a spanking to teach you that lesson,” His voice started off stern and then softened as he saw her eyes fill up with tears. “Oh sweets! You are crazy and I love you for that,” He shook his head and took her into his arms uncaring of any onlookers. She clung to him for a moment and then pulled back, remembering where they were but she was smiling now. Happy again, just to see him.
“Give me five minutes, I will meet you out front.” He brushed her cheek with his lips- a casual kiss between old acquaintances- and whispered “Monster!” She gave a chuckle, naughty and slightly teasing and watched him go. Now she turned to leave her heart was light and there was a definite glow about her.
When he closed the door on his room she was standing at the end of the bed. The door enclosed them in their own world. Nothing existed for them past these walls. She turned to face him, waiting for his direction. Not that they were ever orders because she was all too willing to do anything to please him. Even to tease him a little to earn a punishment because she knew he enjoyed chastising her. Now he smiled, slowly and slightly evilly. Taking his sweet time he said softly.
“That was very risky coming here out of the blue. I am going to punish you slave,”
She licked suddenly dry lips at his words and nodded, feeling the colour in her cheeks rise again. “Get out of those clothes, now!” The last word was like a whip crack. She jumped at the tone and feeling her heart thumping wildly she unbuttoned the jacket. Revealing the white lace bra covering her breasts. Standing in her skirt, slip, bra and stockings she reached behind and released the clip of the bra. Letting her breasts swing free of the confines of the fabric. With a secret smile she reached back with both hands to unbutton the skirt, lingering over the task for a little longer than absolutely necessary. Knowing it pulled her shoulders back and exhibited her breasts beautifully. As she had hoped she watched his eyes on her breasts and shivered a little. The intensity of his stare was indicating perhaps the depth of his intent. She kept undressing until she revealed the ropes around her body. His wide mouth quirked and he came to her and grabbed the loops at her waist. Tugging them higher until she rose to her toes and whimpered, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Not to push him away but merely to maintain her balance. The soft fabric covering his body was warm, comforting, and comfortable. He slowly let her down onto her feet again and she rested her face against his chest. Breathing deeply, the clean warm scent of his body. She felt his arms around her, tightening and his lips on her neck and face. Seeking and finding her lips. He kissed her slowly, drawing her out with his lips. Releasing the wanton in her, the wild part she kept firmly hidden from all but him. There was a passivity about her, an almost shyness in her kiss. She had joked and called it laziness in the past. But he knew she loved to be led along, then sometimes driven along. His hands came up and tangled in her hair and he pulled her head back, bending her back. She looked up at him, her lips parted, breathing in little gasping breath.
“I want to punish you slave,” he said in a slightly husky voice. “I am going to listen to you scream for mercy,”
She shivered and her eyes closed for an instant and then opened again, looking directly into his. She nodded and said softly
“Punish me Master, for my birthday present”
He backed her to the bed and pushed her down on it and picked up the bag she had brought with her.
“Let’s see what else you brought with you?” He tipped the bag up, spilling the contents onto the bed. The black latex plug brought a smile to his face, they had nicknamed this toy K3 and so far she had not succeeded with it in her sessions of ass training. The gag, a gift from him sometime back. The gold vibrator, nipple clamps, several coils of the same dark blue rope that embraced her pussy, a new tube of KY. And the riding crop. Other than a sarong, her wallet, a fresh pair of panties and bra and a small bag of toiletries the toys were the only contents. He shovelled her personal things back into the bag and looked at the toys.
“That is all your luggage?” He grinned as she nodded, crazy female.
Taking one coil of the rope he began to wind it around her slender wrists, after removing the silver bangle she customarily wore and placing safely on the side table, then threading the rope around those loops to form soft cuffs. She looked up into his eyes over her bound wrists, he was struck by the supplication of her position already. Hands together as if begging. There was no fear in her expression, a slight anxiety perhaps but he was certain it was more out of interest and a desire to please him than anything else. Luckily the bed-head was sturdy and had a couple of points at which he could attach ropes. He pulled the end of the rope around her wrists through the slats and tied it firmly so her hands were above her head. She had not said a word, unlike her usual teasing remarks and laughter in the past. She just kept following him around the room with her wide eyes. As if she could not get enough of the sight of him. Well she was just going to have to do without that for a while he decided, looking around. Ah yes one of the myriad of largely useless hand towels. Rolling it diagonally he was able to form a blindfold. More rope, this time around her knees and under the bed. Spreading her. Now he was able to see quite clearly through the fine soft cotton of her panties her tied and framed sex. The panties were damp when he brushed his fingers over them lightly. She gave a soft crooning sigh that made him smile but that would not do! Not for punishment he thought humorously to himself. Finding his Swiss Army Knife he pulled out the scissors and began to snip away the fabric Tugging and pulling on it while she squirmed and murmured softly. Finally revealing her pussy, smoothly shaved from where her slit began and carefully trimmed above it. He could not help himself, he brushed his fingers along the outer lips, feeling the soft smooth texture.
His telephone rang, shattering the hex the witch had cast on him with her rope tying skills. He answered it tersely and spoke briefly to caller and then switched it off and tossed it aside. She had nearly earned a reprieve until the call had interrupted, now he remembered her audacity at coming here unannounced. Yes he would punish the wench, make her remember her place. Taking up the crop he trailed it over her thighs and rope bound sex. She took a shaky breath and he watched as the tension of waiting built up in her. She was already quivering. Lining it up carefully he slapped it against her bound clit. She reacted sharply, twisting and a breathless cry of shock tearing from her.
“You are so bad, Robyn” he said softly. Slapping her inner thighs with the crop. “You should have waited to be invited. Now I have to punish you,” he made his voice sound disappointed in her, but of course he was not.
He began cropping her pussy intently, her whimpers and moans rising. Along with her body temperature. With her safely blindfolded he could not contain the smile. Once her thighs and pussy had been thoroughly cropped he turned his attention to her breasts. Those pale pink nipples were already firmer and rosy, the puckering clearly evident. Around the fullness of each breast, deliberate, firm strokes. Watching them move and shiver from the impact. She was biting her lips and moaning. A choked sob broke as he brought the crop down on her nipple. Then the other one and the sob became a cry. She was giving convulsive shudders and moans. And enjoying this far too much, he realised with delight. He paused and looked at her. The ropes at her pussy were darker, he was certain. And he could see evidence of her arousal. Much more of this and he would not succeed in punishing his painslut.
Lost behind the blindfold to simple sensation she was awash with joy. A slow consuming heat was enclosing her. Each contact the crop made set off a conflagration that ripped through her before slowly dissipating but still adding to the overall radiance of heat. She was his toy and that was all that mattered to her at this moment.
He tossed aside the crop and pulled the blindfold off. The wistful way she looked at him, tear filled eyes almost brought him undone. Yes, he realised, she understood the emotional power she held over him. Just by a look or a gesture she could stop him in his tracks. He kissed her then, a slow deep kiss, sucking on her tongue as she moaned against his mouth. The heat of her skin was like a mist around them both. He pulled back, breathing a little harder himself now. Still holding her gaze he took the gag in his hand and lifted it to show her. She lifted her head a little to allow him to strap it on. The black leather pad contrasting with her pale, albeit flushed, skin. He pumped the bulb, then again. This was her usual limit. He smiled then a slightly malicious smile that made her whimper in her throat and pumped it again, not so fully as before but just enough to inflate the bulb in her mouth a little more. Her panicked muffled squeal and widened eyes delighted him. Watching carefully as she began to relax and making certain she could still breathe he said softly.
“This is punishment slave,”
To his amazement he saw a smile in her eyes! Growling softly he nevertheless was enchanted. Picking up K3 he said softly.
“This time we will not stop until this baby is buried in your ass.”
She closed her eyes and nodded, opening them again and he could now see uncertainty.
He began slowly, massaging the lubricant into her asshole. Still incredibly tight but the smooth muscular ring was flexible and relaxing with ease around his tongue but he soon replaced his tongue with his finger. One. Two. Three. As his fourth finger slid into her she sobbed and he felt her body flex, tense a little. Flicking her clitoris a little and staying still he watched her as she began to breathe again. Her eyes on him the entire time, using him as her focus point.
He slowly began to move his fingers in and out, feeling her ass relaxing and staying open for him. Almost regretfully he withdrew his fingers and watched the slightly swollen muscle trying to close. More lube, and then the dark tip of the plug against her slightly gaping ring. Watching as her flesh yielded, grasping at the plug, then yielded again. Withdrawing it a little and pressing again, a little deeper each time. She was moaning and sobbing, rolling her head from side to side and flexing her fingers. He could see her pussy twitching and knew she felt empty there. That she wanted something in her pussy as well but maybe later for that. Or maybe not. Now the thickest part of the plug was stretching her asshole and she gave a nasal squeal that rose higher. Panicked, fearful eyes were on him. He smiled and she gave an almost despairing moan. Taking pity on her he flicked her clit a few times, gently massaging her pussy with his other hand. Hearing her throaty growling moan of pleasure and how she relaxed a little he renewed the pressure on the plug.
She screamed. Delicious fear. And even though she tried to relax her body went rigid but somehow, somewhere she found the strength to keep her ass muscles relaxed and the plug slid home. She seemed to slowly collapse in the bonds and tears slid down her face and she lay limp and panting. Eyes closed for a few seconds and then she opened them to find him bending over to remove the gag. She gasped a little and found her lips and mouth claimed in a comforting kiss, his tongue clearing the drool that had gathered on her face and chin. His warm long fingers on her breasts.
“Will you behave now?” he asked softly.
“I’ll try Master,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with sinful joy.
He laughed softly. He knew she would be naughty again and give him as many opportunities as she could to punish her. It was one of the reasons he loved her as he did.
“Monster,” he growled and buried his face in her breasts, nipping and suckling as she gurgled with joyous laughter and gasped with arousal. She loved him and that was all that mattered to her. That and his pleasure. Because his greatest pleasure was to drive her wild with need and to ultimately satisfy that need.
