She hurried up the steps, breathless by the time she reached the second floor. She was late and she knew it but she paused long enough to catch her breath and smooth her dress before knocking firmly on the door. Room 216. Thats what the message had said. Now here she was, knocking on the door of room 216 almost an hour late. “Come in.” came the deep voice from within. She entered slowly, finding him reclined on the bed, propped upby several pillows, his arms crossed over his chest. At the exact moment that she closed thedoor with a click, he spoke again. “Put your bag on the sofa and come over here.” She swallowed hard. Hewas not pleased at having to wait.
Im so sorry Im late.” she began but he cut her off by raising his palm in a gesture that meant for her to say no more.
“Do not speak until I tell you to.” She lowered her eyes,unable to gaze any longer at his disappointed expression. “We will get to the reason behindyour tardiness later. Strip for me.” he commanded in a stern voice. He knows how awkward this isfor me, she thought. He knows how much I hate to undress this way. He knows how uncomfortableit makes me to undress in front of him with him staring that way. But she did begin toundress, fearing any protest would just add to his already raised ire. She began by slipping her shoes offand using her foot to push them under the edge of the bed. She then started to undo the buttons of her vest, her fingers trembling so badly she wondered if shed be able to finish. When the last buttonwas opened, she stripped off the vest and laid it neatly at the foot of the bed before starting withthe buttons of her dress. My God! She thought. So many buttons. “Look at me.” he said. For amoment her fingers were still but she raised her eyes to his, using all her willpower not to look awayagain as she resumed her task. She let the dress fall to the floor and then her slip in a puddle ather feet. She bent to pick them up and place them on the bed along side of her discarded vest.
She now stood before him in only a white lace bra and whitecrotchless panties that gave him a glimpse of her dark pubic hair. He could see the outline ofthe nipple clamps through the lace. She had worn them at his request. He wondered if she had wornthe other items as well. “Now the bra.” She reached behind her to release the hooks and let the brafall loose from her ample breasts. She gasped as a wave of fresh pain shot through her stiffnipples at having their support taken away.The shiny silver chain fell heavily against the tanned skin of her stomach and she shivered from the heat of it after having been confined inside her bra for the two hour duration of the drive. He didn’t move, nor did the expression on his face change as he ordered her, ” Pull the chain downward.” She took a deep breath and gripping the chain at its center pulled gently. “Harder.” She pulled harder, stretching her nipples downward, making the tender nubs ache. “Harder.” She gasped and started to breathe heavily as she pulled hard on her nipples,stretching them almost to her limit. She was trembling now, a mixture of fear and arousal. He could sense her fear and a part of him wanted to take her into his arms and soothe her, kiss her, tell her how glad he was that she was finally here, but he knew she needed this…needed his discipline as much as he needed to reinforce his dominance over her.
“You may let go of the chain now.” As she did, she gave a small cry of pain, her aching nipples stinging and rock hard. She could feel the wetness beginning to pool between her thighs and she longed for him to take her. It had been weeks since they had made love and she wanted him with all her body and soul, but she would have to wait. She would have to wait to see if he intended to punish her for being late.
He stood up then and walked the short distance to stand close to her, so close in fact that even though he wasnt touching her she could feel the heat from his body. At six feet tall, he was only a few inches taller than she, but he seemed to tower over her then and a part of her wanted to grab her clothes and flee. She had disappointed him and she wasso ashamed. She looked away then, not wanting him to see the tears forming in her eyes and threatening to spill down her face. He wondered if her discomfort was enough punishment. Wondered if he should let her by with a warning. It only took a second to decide that, no, she hadto learn. She had to learn that HE was in control. HIS instructions were to be carried outefficiently. No, he would punish her today. He reached for her, taking her chin in his big hand andturning her face back up to his and seeing the unshed tears. He feared that if he didnt get on with it,he wouldnt be able to cause her any more pain so he said, “Turn around.” and let go of her face.
She obediently turned around facing away from him, her mind working overtime wondering what he had in store for her. She heard him rummaging in his duffel bag and fought to keep from turning to see what he was doing. She was trembling again. This wasnt like him. He always hugged her and kisses her soundly when they met. He was always as glad to see her as she was to see him, but this time he had barely touched her. Sure, she was late but she was here now and she wanted him to hold her. She wanted to kiss him and feel his strength under her hands. “You have something to pin your hair up with?” he asked.
“Yes Sir. In my bag.”
She could hear him opening the zipper to her overnight bag and looking through it until he found her barrette. He handed it to her without walking in front of her, “Pin it up. You know the way i like it.” She pulled her long hair up and twisted it around her fingers, pinning it so that it fell just to her shoulders. “Very good. Now it wont be in the way.” In the way for what? She wanted to ask, but didnt dare. She wasnt at all sure she wanted to know. He grabbed her right wrist a bit roughly and pulled it behind her back, bending her arm at the elbow so that it lay stretched across back. He repeated this with her left, bringing them together and wrapping what felt like a small towel around each wrist. Then came the cuffs. She recognized the metallic clink as he fastened her wrists together tightly, effectively binding her arms behind her back. She tugged slightly, testing, proving to herself what she already knew. She would not get out of that until he chose to let her.
Her thighs were damp with her secretions, the scent of her arousal beginning to fill the air around him and he breathed it deeply feeling almost intoxicated from it. The sight of her bound and trembling before him made his pulse race and his cock stiffen. At that moment, he knew he was doing the right thing. He knew this was what they both needed. “Spread your legs.” She did. “Wider.” She spread her legs until they were a good three feet apart. He stepped close behind her and slipped his fingers into the open crotch of her panties, feeling her engorged pussy lips and throbbing clit, held fast by the clip she had been instructed to wear. He smiled. His fingers slid back to tug gently on the dripping wet beads hanging from the end of the clip and she moaned softly, arching her back and pushing her pussy towards his hand.”Be still.” he said and she immediately stopped her movements. His fingers followed her crease backward, slowly, teasingly until he felt the base of the anal plug she had worn at his instruction. He smiled and pushed on the plug, driving it deeper into her. She gasped and stumbled forward a step. He grabbed the cuffs to steady her and demanded, “Stand still. And keep your legs spread.”
“Yes Sir.” and she stood as still as possible, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed her only movement.
He again rummaged in his duffel bag behind her back and she listened intently for some clue as to what he was looking for. Her arms and shoulders were already starting to feel slightly uncomfortable from being pulled so tightly behind her. She hoped he wouldnt make her wear the cuffs long. She felt his hand on her left ankle and looked down to see what he was doing. “Keep your eyes on the picture hanging on the wall in front of you. Do not look elsewhere until you are told.”
“Yes Sir.” she said and reluctantly cast her gaze at the crashing surf in front of her. In a moment though, his intention was clear. He was fastening a bar of some kind between her ankles…one that would hold her spread open for him. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
She felt his strong hands caress her legs, drifting upward slowly, bringing gooseflesh to her sensitive skin. She moaned softly as he passed her knees and started up her inner thighs, thinking that soon she would be feeling his fingers probing her puffy lips and swollen clit. She gasped when he withdrew his hands and whined, “Please dont stop!”
“My dear, not another sound from you unless youd like to be gagged. Now then. Come over here.” and with that he helped her hobble over to the foot of the bed, still facing the far wall with her back to the bed. He left her standing there, her body trembling with need as he arranged several pillows on the edge of the mattress. “Sit.” She awkwardly tried to sit, but lost her balance and fell backward, her hips raised by the pillows so that her pubic mound protruded obscenely upward, the plug was pushed deeper into her ass, and her feet hung only an inch or so from the floor. He chuckled, “Very good, slave. I couldnt have placed you better myself.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and she heard running water. In a moment he returned with the ice bucket filled with steaming water and a wash cloth. He placed these items on the bed and then pulled a chair up to her open thighs, placing the front two legs inside the triangle made by her legs and the bar. He then walked back to the bathroom, returning with a can of shaving gel and a disposable razor. Her eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do. She stopped the cry of protest however before it slipped past her lips. If this was her punishment for being late, she had gotten off lucky.
He sat between her spread thighs and took his time gazing at her, admiring the way the slit in the panties framed her glistening sex. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about her growing humiliation. Finally, after long minutes of stillness, she felt his touch. His fingers slipped inside the slit in the panties and tugged them this way and that, making quiet sounds of approval. She thought she had just about had all she could stand of this when he suddenly stood and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small knife. With only a couple of cuts, he was pulling the soft silk from her, leaving her totally naked and exposed. She felt the heat of her embarrassment creeping down her chest.
Using only the tip of his finger, he traced the outer regions of her sex, lazily drawing intricate patterns on her skin. She gasped and wiggled as much as she could, trying to maneuver herself against his finger, trying to make him touch her as she needed, but he was content to tease her at his own pace. He was fascinated at the way her already puffy pussy lips and clit seemed to swell before his eyes. His cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans painfully now, his need as great as hers.
He reached for the can of gel and pumped some out onto his fingers. He slathered it on her mound and along the edges of her labia, working the blue gel into a white foam. She tensed a bit at the first razor stroke. The raspy sound of her hair being scraped away seemed to fill the room. He worked very slowly, pulling her skin tight and dragging the razor expertly over it time and time again. His touch, the scrape of the razor, the plug deep inside her ass, the clip holding her engorged clit exposed, the clamps biting her nipples, her own helplessness…she was in heaven and in torment at the same time. Several times she began to writhe but quickly stilled as he reminded her of the closeness of the sharp blade to her most sensitive parts.
Finally, he dropped the razor into the water and using the cloth bathed her, removing the last traces of the foam. She was moaning now, desperate. She was sure now that her punishment was over, he would touch her, make love to her. She knew he was as aroused as she was. She could tell from the sound of his voice, his rapid breathing. She couldnt see it, but she knew his cock was rock hard, straining to get out of his jeans and that thought made her pant with lust.
He stood then and picked up the shaving implements to put them away. Unable to stand the silence any longer, she spoke, her voice a little shaky, “Please hurry back!” She didnt see the smile on his face as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Returning to the bedside, he bent low, kissing her slowly, taking his time, touching her only with his lips. The kiss deepened and she thought she would die from the pleasure of it. All too soon though it ended, leaving her breathless. “Now tell me why you were nearly an hour late. You know I dont like to wait unnecessarily.
“There was a lot of traffic. It just took longer to get here than I thought it would.”
“I see. And I suppose it never occurred to you that being a holiday weekend, there might be a lot of traffic? That it might take you longer to drive? A lame excuse my Dear.”
“But…” she opened her mouth to speak again but suddenly found it stuffed full of the damp silk scraps that used to be her panties. She looked at him wide-eyed, wanting to talk to him, wanting to tell him how sorry she was for making him wait, wanting to offer him something to make up for disappointing him—anything!
“I have no other choice but to punish you.” She shook her head “NO!” moaning the word, but knowing it would do no good. She kept trying to talk through the gag however, hoping to make him listen to her. He went to his bag and brought a blindfold to the side of the bed, holding it inches from her face. “Not one more sound.” he threatened. He laid it beside her where she could see it out of the corner of her eye. She was quiet except for the sound of her rapid shallow breathing. Another trip to his bag produced a twelve inch wooden ruler.
He again took his seat between her spread thighs. She furiously shook her head “No!” but he seemed oblivious to her pleas. He laid the ruler on the bed and placed his hands on her inner thighs caressing her soft skin. Slowly he worked upward to the silky skin that joined her legs to her body, running his fingers along the sensitive creases. Up first…then down…down between her cheeks…back up, this time along the right side of her labia, around the now smooth skin surrounding her clit and back down the left side. She moaned loudly and squirmed what little she could. Suddenly his fingers were gone. The room was quiet except for their breathing. “CRACK” He brought the ruler down across the inside of her left thigh, about half way between her knee and her crotch. Her body jerked in surprise and pain. Just as the sting started to fade, CRACK in the same place on her right thigh. She tried to twist her body away from the next blow. She failed miserably though and the next two cracks fell in quick succession just a little higher on each thigh, overlapping the first just a fraction. He waited for the sting to fade and brought the ruler down twice more, just above the last two red imprints. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, trying to absorb the pain and steel herself for the next blow.
Slowly he worked his way up…towards her dripping sex, having given her at least fifteen swats to each of her thighs. She was panting through her nose, moaning and writhing, her skin glistening with a thin film of sweat. She waited.
The muscles in her thighs ached from trying to squeeze them together against the restraints. Her skin felt as if it was on fire. The next blow, when it came made her scream into the sodden panties. It was followed by two more, each harder than the last, landing dead center on her newly shaven mound, just an inch from where her swollen clit was poking out of its cover. Her hips bucked wildly, the burning sting almost unbearable. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain and soon it subsided somewhat. She felt the juices from her gaping pussy hole trickle down her slit She waited for the next blow, but when it didnt come, she opened her eyes to see him standing by the bed, bending over her. She hadnt heard him rise from his chair, having been concentrating so intently on the fire between her legs. Her eyes searched his for a moment. He spoke softly, close to her ear, “You have done well. Your punishment is finished.” He removed the panties from her mouth, giving her a chance to take one deep breath before claiming her lips with his. His kiss was long and deep, his tongue insistently searching out the inner reaches of her warm mouth. His hands sought out her breasts, kneading the flesh gently, pulling the clamps this way and that, his fingers closing over the hard nipples and tugging, twisting, pulling until she thought she would faint from the pleasure of it. He lifted the chain and pulled it upward…upward…stretching her nipples. He broke the kiss and she gasped for breath. “Take the chain in your teeth. Dont let go.” She did as he commanded, panting through her clenched teeth.
He moved again to his bag and came back with a coil of rope. Going to the head of the bed, he attached the rope to a large eye hook set into the wood. He then laid the length of rope down over her body, all the way to the bar between her legs, circling the bar in the center and bringing the rope back up to the head of the bed. He threaded the end through another eye bolt and pulled it tight. She looked questioningly at him, but didnt make a sound.She didnt want to be gagged again. He knew she was fighting to remain silent, and he was proud ofher self control. He moved to the bed side again, standing close to her. He began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, carefully taking his time. She loved to watch him undress this way and he knew it. Hereyes devoured the sight of him. Her body longed for his touch. She could feel the pressure increasing as her nipples swelled more. She was sure the bed under her thighs was drenched. He undid the last of the buttons and slowly peeled off the shirt, tossing it aside. “What is it you want, slave?”
In her effort to speak, she nearly let go of the chain, but thought better of it and mumbled around it, “Please fuck me Sir!” came her plea, a little garbled, but understandable.
“Where, slave? Where should I fuck you?” And with that, he undid the button of his pants, slowly, eliberately.
She groaned loudly, “Everywhere!!”
He chuckled. Her urgent pleas delighted him. She wanted to be fucked badly. Before he was done, she would want it even more. He made a show of pulling down his zipper while she watched intently. He pulled the jeans down his hips, letting them fall around his ankles. His throbbing erection was straining against the thin fabric of his white briefs. She was desperate for him, her body trembled with need. He finished removing his jeans and boots, but not the briefs…not yet.
He reached for the end of the rope and started to pull. He pulled slowly, but firmly and suddenly she felt her legs being lifted. She watched as the rope pulled the bar higher and higher, lifting her legs and then her hips with it. Finally, he stopped and tied off the rope to hold her in place. She was nearly bent double. Her feet were almost even with the top of her head and her face and chest turned a bright shade of red when she thought of how her sex must be displayed for him.
Displayed, indeed! Her newly shaven pussy was spread open farther than ever, dripping for him. Her ass was presented to him, her cheeks thrust outward and the base of the plug that filled her tight hole protruded outward, pressing against her insides. He walked all around the bed, admiring her spread open body. Moving to her bottom, he ran his fingertips down the backs of her legs from her ankles all the way to her ass cheeks. She shivered and tried to squirm but was held almost immobile. He ran his fingertips over the reddened skin of her inner thighs and she moaned. He placed his hand on the base of the plug and pushed it deeper into her. She groaned and tossed her head from side to side.
He moved to her side and bent low, almost letting his lips touch her ear and spoke softly to her,
“You like that slave?” Without waiting for an answer, he reached around her and pushed the plug in deep once again. She gasped loudly in response, writhing against his hand. “Oh, yes. You like it when I fuck your ass, dont you?”
“Yes, Master!” she moaned, her lips dry from panting.
“Ask me for it then. Ask me to fuck you.”
She didnt hesitate, “Please fuck me Master, PLEASE!!”
He pulled the plug about half way out of her hole only to plunge it back in, deeper than before. She cried out and he could see her gaping pussy squeeze shut as she gripped the plug with her ass muscles. “Thats it, squeeze that cock. Squeeze it hard.” She did and he could see her juices flowing from her, dripping down to cover the base of the plug. He ran his index finger through it and slipped it into her, squeezing in alongside the plug. He felt her tense slightly as she was stretched painfully. “Relax. Relax your muscles and take my fingers.” His voice was beginning to get raspy as his excitement increased. She opened her eyes and looked at him…looked at his body towering over hers. She made every effort to relax and felt a shiver pass through her when she saw the wet stain of his precum on his briefs.
As his two fingers slipped into her on either side of the plug, he commanded her, “Where do you want me to fuck you, slave? Tell me.”
She was beyond any coherent thought now and the words spilled from her dry lips. “OHHH Master, fuck me in my ass! Oh God, I need you..I need your hard cock. PLEASE!!”
He could barely contain himself any longer. He slid his fingers out of her and gripped the fat little cock shaped plug and started to fuck her slowly…pulling it out to the tip and thrusting it back in deep. She was sweating, writhing on the bed, straining against her bonds. He was fucking her ass slowly…deliberately taking his time. With his other hand he pushed his briefs down to free his throbbing cock and leaned towards her mouth. She needed no instruction as she dropped the chain and took him in, sucking…licking…devouring him greedily. She started to quiver, her entire body trembling and he knew she was close to climax. “Dont you dare cum until I tell you.”
“Mmmph” she grunted around his cock and fought for control. He thrust the plug in and out of her ass in time with his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. She managed somehow to keep her orgasm from rising and cresting. He pulled out of her mouth so suddenly there was a popping sound and the saliva ran down her cheek. He quickly moved between her thighs and pulled the plug free, tossing it onto the bed. Gripping his cock, he guided it to her asshole, holding it there for a split second as their eyes met and then shoved it to the balls inside of her. She screamed from the pleasure of it and urged him on with her cries of lust. “I cant hold it anymore Master!! I CANT!!
“Then cum for me slave, cum for your Master.” And with that he pounded his cock deep into her, releasing stream after stream of hot liquid. She gripped him almost painfully as she came, her muscles convulsing around him. Her cries could surely be heard several rooms away but at that moment, neither of them cared.
He maintained his hold on her thighs and stayed buried in her for a long time as they came down from their sexual high. Finally, he withdrew and immediately began releasing her from her bondage. She gazed at him as he worked, her eyes full of emotion. “Thank you.” she said simply.
“Youre welcome, my sweet slave.” He gathered her in his arms and kissed her long and leisurely and she clutched him to her, returning his kiss with passion.
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