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Bond- Date
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After agreeing to go out of town for a weekend, we come upon one of those
'adult' motels. We pull into the lot, and check in. We have one of the 'theme'
rooms...something with the B&D equipment. I start to get undresed, as you slip
into the bathroom to change into something 'new' that you just bought. I lie on
the bed waiting for you. You come out of the bathroom wearing a black leather
corset, black nylons, garters, and black spiked heels. In your hand you have a
small whip. You come to the bed, and tie me spread-eagled with the straps that
are attached to it. You grab my cock and start to stroke it, rubbing the handle
of the whip on your pussy lips. You get up on the bed, and start sucking on my
swollen cock. As you suck, you insert the handle of the whip into your wet, hot,
pussy, moaning, causing vibrations on my cock. Your head bobs up and down
quickly, the whip handle matching the pace. You now untie me from the bed and
tie my hands with the ceiling straps. My cock has started to soften while you
are tieing me up, and you smack my ass with the whip, demanding I stay hard.
My cock grows again, and you make me smell your juices on the whip handle, as
you start to stroke me again. You kneel and lick my balls, and run your tongue
along the length of my shaft, slowly taking the head into your mouth. You take
the whole cock into your mouth and throat, and I moan deeply. You slowly bob up
and down, one hand slapping my ass, the other hand pudhing the whip handle into
your wet pussy. The pace and pressure of your sucking increases, and my eyes
roll back in pleasure. Now, you get up and stand in front of me, and order me to
fuck you. You turn and rub your ass against my cock, and I want to just bend you
over and give it to you. Your heels have you high enough that you can bend over
and still be high enough to enter. You slowly back onto my cock, feeling every
inch of it enter you with ease. You are in total control of the pace, and all I
can do is thrust when you order me to. You grab my legs pulling me into you, and
you moan softly. Every once in a while you swing the whip around to my ass,
smacking me sharply, and ordering me to fuck you harder. You pull off me, and
lead me back to the bed, and tie me spread-eagled once again. You mount me and
as you slid up and down on me, you lean over and bite my shoulder. You start to
breathe heavier and bite harder, as you climb towards climax. As you thrust and
bite, you lean back occasionally to rub your clit. You buck wildly as you start
climaxing, and I can feel the pressure in my balls increasing. You climb off me
and your soft mouth comes down on my throbbing cock, as you push the whip handle
into your hot slit. You pump my cock as you suck me, your tongue soft and hot.
You start to climax again, and demand that I cum with you. I feel the hot cum
rising from my balls and can't hold off any longer. You thrust the handle into
you furiously as your tongue catches my hot load. You catch all you can in your
mouth, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth, and scream as you cum all
over the whip handle.
Next, it'll be my turn to be in charge!!
I looked at my watch for what seemed like the millionth time and sighed.
It was almost closing time, and Don still hadn't arrived. With a wry
smile I ordered another beer. What a waste of a saturday night. This
is the LAST time I let my sister fix me up with one of her friends, I
resolved silently. It wasn't as if I couldn't get my own dates, after
all. I'd only been doing her a favor, agreeing to meet him tonight.
The door opened and I looked up, peering through the smoke filled air.
A tall, dark-haired man had just walked in. I smiled pleasantly at
him and took another sip of my beer, still watching him covertly.
He was certainly attractive! Perhaps this evening wouldn't be a
total loss after all... He carefully looked around the nearly empty
bar, a predatory gleam in his eye. I shivered slighty as his gaze
met mine and he glided over, a fierce jungle cat stalking his prey.
"All alone?" His voice was soft, caressing my ears, yet behind it I
detected an edge of steel. I suddenly felt as shy and awkward as a
teenager, uncertain of what to say. A faint blush stained my cheeks
as I mumbled a weak hello. If he noticed my confusion he didn't say
anything, but his lips twitched slightly in a sardonic smile. "Mind
if I join you?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply he pulled up
a chair and sat down beside me. "I'm David, and you are...?"
"Terri."
"Well, Terri, can I buy you a drink?" he asked, gesturing at my empty
glass. I nodded, cursing inwardly at myself, certain that he must think
I was a total idiot. I excused myself and went into the ladies' room
while he ordered the drinks.
"All right, Terri," I snarled at myself. "Get a grip on yourself!
Sure, he's cute, but that's no reason to get all nervous! You look
fine." I surveyed myself skeptically in the mirror. Soft red curls
framed my face and rippled down the back of my neck, ending just
below my shoulders. I wore a tight black dress with a low neckline
that exposed just enough of my ample cleavage to be suggestive,
without looking tacky or cheap. The back of the dress was open, so
I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples showed slighty through the dress,
erect from the gentle friction of the fabric against them. Under the
dress I wore dark stockings with a lacy black garter belt and matching
panties. While pantyhose might be more practical, nothing made me feel
sexier than stockings with garters. I had finished off the outfit with
simple gold jewelery and a pair of high heeled black pumps which
emphasized my long legs. Leaning closer, I carefully checked my makeup.
My green eyes sparkled, and a slight blush made my cheeks glow softly.
Smiling resolutely at my reflection, I put on a little lip gloss and
returned to the table. David was sitting there with our drinks, and I
noticed an admiring gleam in his eyes as I approached.
We chatted idly for a while, sipping our drinks, and I studied David
carefully. He was quite tall - about 6'4" - and had the smoothly
muscular body of a gymnast. His short hair was dark, almost black,
curling crisply around his face. He wore grey slacks and a pale
blue shirt that emphasized the blue in his eyes. He had a beautiful
golden-brown tan, sensual lips that almost begged to be kissed, and
long, thick eyelashes. But it was his eyes that kept capturing my
attention. They were a deep blue-grey, the color of summer storm
clouds, roiling with potential thunder, then sparkling like a sudden
sunbeam breaking through.
"Would you like to dance?" His cool, mellow voice broke in on my
thoughts and I stood hastilly. We moved onto the dance floor and
he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close. Heat seemed to
radiate from his body, and I felt myself drowning in his embrace,
dizzy from the faintly spicy smell of his cologne and the warm,
masculine scent of his body. I rested my cheek against his shoulder,
surrendering myself to the music and the swirling tides of passion
that raced through my veins. He must have been similarly affected,
because I felt him swelling against me, hot and urgent through
his slacks. The song ended, but I scarcely noticed as he cupped
my cheek in one strong hand and raised my face to meet his own.
His kiss was warm and tender at first, then grew swiftly more
demanding. My lips parted as his tongue eagerly probed my mouth.
"Let's go," He whispered, his breath scorching my ear, as he took
my hand and led me to his car.
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"Here we are," he said as we pulled up in front of a dark house. I
had no idea where "here" was, except that it was somewhere outside
the city limits. We had been driving for over an hour, most of it
down narrow, winding roads, but the time had passed quickly. The
alcohol was wearing off, and I was begining to have second thoughts
about going off with a man I had just met, something I almost never
did. He seemed to sense my doubts, though, because he smiled at me
in the darkness and patted my hand reassuringly. "Come on," he urged,
"Let's go inside." I smiled back at him. After all, I reasoned, I had
already come this far.
"Why do you live way out here?" I asked as we entered the silent house.
"I just like having a little privacy, that's all." David replied. "It's
too crowded and noisy in town."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." I looked around curiously. The light
David had switched on was fairly dim, but the house was neat and
pleasantly furnished. David turned on some soft music, then poured
us a couple drinks and led me over to the sofa. We sat there for a
while, enjoying the stillness, and I felt myself relaxing again.
After a few minutes, David leaned over and kissed me tenderly. He
placed his hand on my knee, then slipped it under my skirt and stroked
my thigh. His eyes widened briefly when he reached my garters, then
glowed with hunger. I shivered slightly, drawing a deep breath, and
closed my eyes. He fingered the lace crotch of my panties for a moment
then withdrew his hand. I looked up and saw him staring at me with a
new, almost frightening intensity. Slowly, his gaze never wavering, he
reached around behind me and unzipped my dress.
The clinging fabric fell away from my body and I trembled, feeling
strangely vulnerable. Still moving slowly and deliberately, he slid
the sleeves down my arms, exposing them. My bared breasts heaved as
my breath came in rapid, shallow gasps. Gripping my arms firmly, he
drew me to my feet and tugged at the dress, lowering it until it fell
crumpled to the floor. His lips twisted slightly in a cruel smile as
he devoured my body with his eyes. My own eyes dilated slightly from
an odd combination of fear and lust. Noticing this, he laughed softly.
"Wait here," he commanded. He released my arm, then turned and stalked
gracefully out of the room. Nervously, I watched him leave, then sat
down and gulped the rest of my drink. A few minutes later, he returned.
I smiled hesitantly up at him, but he did not smile back. Instead, to
my surprise, he scowled deeply. "Did I say you could sit back down?"
His cool, silky tones frightened me. "I told you to wait. Now, stand
up!" Puzzled and slightly hurt, I sat there staring at him. His eyes
narrowed as he grabbed my wrists and dragged me to my feet.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" I protested, trying to jerk my hands away
from him. I was really begining to get scared now. He watched my
feeble struggles for a moment, amusement registering in his eyes.
Still holding my wrists in one hand, he reached into his pocket
with the other and pulled out a thin black cord. "Please...let
me go..." I begged, but he only laughed softly to himself as he
wrapped the cord around my wrists, binding them securely together.
"Now you will remain standing until I allow you to do otherwise,"
he purred as he looped the end of the cord around a previously
unnoticed hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight. When he was
finished, my arms were stretched over my head and my feet barely
reached the floor. I heard him rummaging through a drawer behind
me and twisted around to see what he was doing. I gasped in terror
when he pulled out a large knife and turned back toward me. He
must have heard me, because he looked up. "So... you like the knife?
It's very sharp..." he breathed, flashing it before my eyes. I
cringed, struggling frantically against my bonds, but only managed
to pull them tighter. He set the knife down on the sofa, then pulled
a scarf from his pocket and wrapped it around my head, covering my
eyes. "No fair peeking..." he whispered, his breath hot against my
ear. "Now, I would advise you to hold still..." I froze, feeling
icy steel against my flesh. He carefully brushed the cold flat of
the blade across my stomach and down my hip. I winced as he pricked
me lightly with the point, then felt a slight tugging as he sliced
through one side of my panties. I held my breath as he tenderly
stroked my thighs with the knife, then slit the other side of my
panties. They fluttered to the ground, brushing lightly against my
ankle, and he withdrew the knife. I stood there, straining my ears
in the darkness, wondering what he would do next.
I did not have long to wait. One moment I was alone, the next his
hands fumbled between my legs, spreading them slightly for easier
access. Abruptly, he shoved several fingers deep inside me. I gasped
in shock, trying to jerk away from him, but lost my balance in my
high heeled shoes. I fell forward, suspended by my wrists, and
impaled myself on his hand. He laughed at my frantic efforts to
regain my footing and thrust harder into me. I moaned desparately,
feeling my juices begin to flow, fiercely aroused despite my fear.
"So," he mocked me. "You're enjoying this, are you? Good..." My hips
jerked wildly, meeting his probing fingers, as I approached climax.
Suddenly, he removed his hand. I whimpered slightly, twisting in my
bonds. "No... You aren't through yet... But you have a lot to learn."
he purred. "You will not come until I allow you to. IF I allow you
to..." Chuckling softly to himself, he slipped my wrists free of the
ceiling hook, allowing me to lower my arms. Tugging at the cord like
a leash, he began leading me across the room. Unable to see, however,
I tripped over something and was barely able to break the fall with
my bound hands. I tried to regain my feet, but he shoved me back down
and held my face against the floor, his hand rough against the back of
my neck. His other hand descended forcefully on my bare bottom, causing
me to cry out in pain and outrage. Again he hit me, this time harder.
I bit my lip savagely, determined that he not have the satisfaction of
hearing me cry again. The only sounds were my harsh breathing, the soft
swish of his arm rising and falling, and the sharp smack of his palm
against my flesh. My buttocks clenched in anticipation of every blow,
and my face burned with humiliation. I hadn't been spanked since I was
a small child! And even then, it was never like this. Unable to restrain
myself any longer, I whimpered weakly. This seemed to please him, for
his grip on the back of my neck eased slightly. Encouraged, I allowed
myself to cry in earnest, tears streaming from my eyes. Finally, he
stopped and allowed me to rise, but only to my knees. "Maybe that will
teach you to be more careful," he growled as he tugged at the cord again.
Bottom smarting and tears soaking the blindfold, I crept after him.
"Stop." I knelt obediently before him as he removed the blindfold. I
knew we had entered a different room from the change in texture under
my knees, but I was unprepared for what I saw. I was on a hard floor
in a small room, lit only by a bare bulb in the ceiling. A bewildering
array of chains, straps and other objects were arrayed on the walls.
Hooks had been installed in the ceiling and on the floor, and several
posts and wooden frames loomed ominously above me. "You may stand,"
he said, and I knew from his tone that it was a command. Obediently,
I struggled to my feet. He smiled approvingly at me and untied my
wrists, but did not release them. Instead, he led me over to a low
chair. "Sit." he ordered. I protested weakly, but he forced me down,
spreading my legs wide and securing my ankles in leather cuffs on
either side of the chair. He then cuffed my hands behind my back,
fastening a short chain to the cuffs and pulling it down to a hook on
the floor. This forced me to arch over the back of the chair, breasts
jutting forward. He bent for a moment, burying his face between them,
then took one of my stiff nipples in his mouth. I moaned as he nibbled
softly on it, then jumped, straining against my bonds, as he bit me.
"Now," he said, "open your mouth." I looked at him in confusion, then
understood what he meant to do as he unzipped his pants. He stepped out
of his slacks, revealing hard, muscular legs and a bulging cock. My eyes
widened. It was so big! There was no way I would be able to take it all!
"I said, open your mouth!" he snapped, grabbing my chin and forcing my
jaws apart. Straddling me, he shoved his cock into my mouth. I choked as
it rubbed against the back of my throat, and tried to turn my head away,
but he gripped the sides of my face firmly. "Now, suck me, bitch," he
growled, thrusting powerfully. He tangled his hands painfully in my hair.
Tears streamed from my eyes as I tried to obey. Harder and faster he
pumped into my mouth, his face tight with pleasure, and suddenly I felt
his cock begin to throb. With one powerful shove he buried himself deep
in my mouth as a burst of hot semen shot into my throat, followed by
another and another. I couldn't breathe and began gagging as the burning
liquid filled my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he wouldn't let me.
Finally the pulsing stopped and he withdrew, but he clamped my jaws
together before I could do anything. "Now, swallow." Sobbing, I tried
to shake my head but he was unrelenting. "Swallow it! Now!" Trying to
suppress my revulsion, I forced myself to do as he commanded. "Soon you
will beg to taste my cum," he whispered. I shook my head angrily, but
he only laughed as he switched off the light and left the room.
I waited fearfully in the darkness, thoroughly miserable. My jaws ached,
my throat was raw, and my bottom stung. The muscles in my thighs twitched
painfully since my legs were spread wider than was comfortable, but I
could do nothing to ease them. My back and neck were also getting sore
and stiff from being stretched over the back of the chair for so long.
My cheeks blazed furiously, and I felt uncomfortably warm despite my
near nakedness. Sweat trickled down my back, itching slightly. Worst of
all, however, was the fire that blazed uncontrollably in my most private
regions. Despite the pain and humiliation I had been subjected to, I was
horny as hell!
I don't know how long I sat there, though I think I slept for a while.
I awoke with a painful burning in my bladder. Fear of an embarassing
accident was even worse than fear of my captor, so I called out timidly.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" A few minutes later the door opened and the
light clicked on, blinding me.
"Yes? What do you want?" His tone was so cool and informal that I might
have been a stranger, knocking at his door.
"Please... I have to use the bathroom..." I whispered, my face burning.
He chuckled softly at my obvious discomfiture, but he also released my
ankles. He then took something down from the wall. I was unable to see
what it was, since my neck was bent at an awkward angle, but I didn't
have long to wait. Cool metal carressed my throat gently, then clamped
around my neck with an audible "click". A slim chain was attached to the
collar, and he held this firmly while he uncuffed my wrists and helped
me stand. I groaned, my stiff muscles protesting the abrupt change in
position, and hobbled out of the room. David led me down a hallway,
into the bathroom, where he fastened one end of my chain to a metal loop
on the sink.
"Call me when you're done" he said, then left, closing the door behind
him. I quickly attended to my needs, then turned my attention to the
collar around my neck. It was small and light, but strong. I couldn't
bend it, nor could I force it open. I tried picking the lock with a
hairpin, but was unable to do that either. The chain also proved to be
unbreakable, and was padlocked to the sink. Realizing the impossibility
of escape, I washed my hands and called for David.
He must have been waiting just outside the door, because he returned
immediately and released me from the sink. He kept a tight grip on my
leash as he led me once more down the hallway, this time taking me to
his bedroom. He locked my chain around a bedpost, then removed the rest
of his clothes. "You must be tired," he commented casually. "Why don't
you undress, so we can get some sleep?" Too tired to protest, I kicked
off my shoes and unfastened my garters, then sat down on the edge of his
king-size bed to removed my garter belt and stockings. I noticed a faint
trickle of blood on my hip where he had pricked me earlier and absently
wiped it away. Now completely naked, he pulled back the blankets and
climbed into bed. At his command, I did the same.
We lay there, silent and unmoving, for a while. Suddenly he kissed me,
slowly and possesively. I tried to remain stiff and unresponsive, but
my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his touch. His hands wandered
freely over my body, feather-soft caresses that left me quivering with
desire. I shivered as his fingers circled my nipples teasingly, never
quite touching them, then darted away. He straddled me, his knees on
either side of my hips, and closed his lips over one of my erect nipples.
The moist warmth of his mouth surrounded the sensitive aureola as his
tongue teased my nipple to greater stiffness. I moaned softly, circling
his broad back with my arms and running my fingers through his hair.
He ran one hand down my stomach, dragging his fingernails lightly, until
he reached the soft triangle between my thighs. The faint touch of his
nails tickled slightly, causing me to squirm. This seemed to amuse him,
because he reversed the movement and ran his fingernails back up my
sides. I giggled, and he began tickling me harder. At first it was
stimulating, but it swifty became too much to bear.
"Please...stop..." I gasped, writhing frantically beneath him. I tried
to push his hands away, but he was too strong. I was laughing so hard
my sides and stomach ached and tears were streaming from my eyes, but
he was merciless. I swatted at his hands weakly, which caused his face
to darken frighteningly.
"So... you still haven't learned, have you?" he growled. I froze as he
groped briefly at the head of the bed, then withdrew a pair of shining
handcuffs chained to the bedpost. I protested feebly that I would obey
him, would be good from now on, if he would please not chain my hands
again! "Would you like to be gagged, too?" he asked, shutting off my
desparate babbling like a faucet, as he confined first one wrist and
then the other. With my hands stretched over my head like that, I was
totally helpless and my sensitive ribs were exposed. I cringed, sure
that he would now resume his cruel tickling, but he only brushed his
fingertips lightly down my sides once, then across my flat stomach.
His hands converged at my navel before continuing their downward trek.
His fingertips brushed over my red curls as softly as the wings of a
passing butterfly, scarcely disturbing a single hair, yet sparking jolts
of wild electricity that arced through my entire body. I tossed my head
back, closing my eyes, and moaned. He chuckled softly as he parted my
thighs and knelt between them. His hot breath ruffled my hair slightly,
warning me of what was to come, and I held my breath in anticipation.
I did not have to wait long before I felt his tongue tickling my slit,
lazily drifting up and down. I began to shiver as he slowly eased his
tongue between my lips, then stiffened as he touched my erect clit.
I thrust my hips frantically toward his face, craving more attention to
that crucial area, but he deftly evaded me and resumed the tantalizing
licking that just missed where I wanted him most to be. Still moving
excruciatingly slowly, he placed his fingers on either side of my lips
and parted them, allowing his tongue freer access. Then, while he again
brushed his lips across my clit, he eased his fingers into me. I moaned
desparately, my breath now coming in ragged gasps. My hands clutched
impotently at nothing as he suddenly closed his lips around my clit
and began sucking it, nibbling softly. My body resonated to the urgent
rythm of his fingers and tongue. A dizzy haze swam before my eyes
and my hips moved in small, erratic circles, striving to intensify the
sensations he evoked. His fingers slid easily in and out of me, well
lubricated by my flowing juices. The muscles in my thighs began to twitch
with impending orgasm, when suddenly he stopped.
I raised my head weakly, nearly choking myself on my collar, to see what
was the matter. He chuckled deeply at the pleading look in my eyes. "You
want something? Ask for it. Maybe, if you beg real nicely, I'll let you
have it..."
Desperate, my body blazing with passion, I swallowed my pride and
whispered, "Please...make love to me..." My voice was hoarse and tears
filled my glazed eyes.
"What? I can't hear you..."
"Please..." I said louder. "Don't leave my like this..."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
I writhed desparately against my bonds. If only my hands were free, I
could try to ease myself! "Fuck me... " I begged miserably. "I can't
stand it any longer... please..." My voice trailed off brokenly.
He moved up to straddle my chest, his swollen penis dancing before my
eyes. "Is this what you want?" he asked tauntingly. I nodded, greedily
eyeing the precum that glistened on the tip. He stroked himself firmly,
causing it to grow even more. "Well, why should I do that? I don't need
you." He began masturbating, faster and faster, while I watched with
helpless lust and hunger. I became frantic as he grew closer to climax,
lunging forward to try and catch him in my mouth. "Oh, so now you want
it, do you?" he sneered. I nodded, my throat too dry to speak, and parted
my lips. Obligingly, he brushed the tip across them, then thrust deep
into my throat. Again, I gagged slightly, but this time I didn't care.
I fluttered my tongue along his shaft, circling the head when he pulled
back, then tickling his balls lightly when he buried himself in my mouth.
The salty taste of his precum was making me hotter by the minute, and I
wanted to feel him throbbing in my throat. I wanted his hot semen to
gush into my mouth, filling it. But more than that I wanted him to fuck
me. My cunt ached with a terrible emptiness that only he could fill. I
wanted to scream with lust and frustration, but couldn't. I felt him
begin to pulse slightly and braced myself for the torrent of liquid, but
instead he pulled out of my mouth.
"I know what you really want..." he breathed, lowering himself on top of
me. He brushed his cock lightly across my hairs, just missing my clit
and circling my wet hole. I groaned, shivering violently, as my hips
jerked spasmodically. I could no longer think - my mind was completely
clouded with lust. I no longer knew or cared who I was; all that mattered
was having him inside me. I started babbling again, begging him to fuck
me. He silenced me with a kiss, his face still wet with my juices. The
taste of them drove me even crazier. I bucked wildly on the bed, trying
to capture his cock inside me. Still teasing, he eased just the head
into me. With one hand on each of my hips, he prevented me from taking
more inside me. I whimpered, my body shaking feverishly. For a moment
longer he held me there, then he thrust powerfully into me, burying his
shaft completely. I gasped as he stretched me to the limit, sending me
into shuddering orgasms at once. The walls of my cunt contracted fiercly,
gripping him tightly as a fresh flood of juices poured from me. When the
throbbing eased, I realized that he was not yet done. He pounded into me,
harder and faster, as I climbed toward another climax. The warm friction
he created seemed to set all my insides on fire. Pressure mounted rapidly
inside me, like in a boiler, until I felt as if I would explode. Higher
it climbed, and higher, until it towered over me like a gigantic wave.
He began to cum, and the strong pulsations were too much for me to bear.
My toes clenched violently, and all the muscles in my thighs and buttocks
convulsed as the wave crashed over me. My cunt shuddered, its rythmic
throbbing milking his cock of every drop of semen. The hot liquid rushed
into me, filling me, and the thunder of my pulse rose to a fierce
crescendo as I began to scream.
The echoes died away inside my head as I fell back limply on the sheets,
my body moist with sweat. Every muscle felt so exquisitely tired that I
couldn't even move. Occasionally I would twitch from a slight aftershock,
but apart from these residual tremors I was still. My breathing slowed
from rapid, shallow gasps to slow, deep breaths. I did not open my eyes,
but was hazily aware of my hands being gently uncuffed. Mists swirled
hypnotizingly around my brain, gradually growing thicker, until I finally
lost myself in them, drifting off to sleep.
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I awoke to painfully bright sunlight in my face. Squinting, I tried to
sit up, only to be abruptly halted by the collar around my neck. Mocking
laughter rang in my ears, reminding me where I was. My face burned as I
recalled how I had abased myself the night before. How could I have acted
like such a slut? How could I humiliate myself so? Just then, David crept
up behind me, pressing against my back. In one hand, he cupped one of my
breasts. The other hand he nestled intimately between my thighs, slipping
a finger into my cunt. I shuddered, fiercely aroused, all my previous
shame forgotten.
"Good morning!" he said cheerfully. "Or, should I say, good afternoon!"
Stroking my pussy absently, he reached across me and unfastened my leash
from the bedpost. "I suppose I should be getting you home now. Get your
clothes on." He unceromoniously dumped my clothes in my lap, then sat
down to watch me. I stared at him for a moment, slightly bewildered.
Impatiently, he withdrew a short whip from under the bed and smacked me
lightly with it across my rump. I jumped slightly, then hurriedly began
tugging on my dress. 'Encouraged' by occasional stinging slaps of the
whip, I pulled on my stockings and garters, then slipped into my shoes.
The only thing missing was my panties, which he had cut off of me the
night before.
When I was dressed, he tugged gently at my leash, leading me back down
the hall and outside, where he helped me into his car. He locked the
chain around the door handle, then got in and started the engine. Before
we had gone far I felt his hand on my knee. He hiked my skirt up,
gathering it around my waist, and pressed his hand into my crotch. I
moaned slightly, closing my eyes, and leaned back against the seat. He
stroked me intimately, causing my breath to quicken. Every time he
touched my swollen clit, I cried out. I started to reach across to his
lap, but he stopped me with a glance. Chastened, I withdrew my hand and
bowed my head meekly.
"May I touch your cock?" I whispered. He smiled, but did not reply. I
knew what he was waiting for, and after a moment I gave in. "Please...
may I suck you? I want to taste your cum..." His smile broadened, and
he nodded curtly. I leaned across the seat and unzipped his pants.
Immediately, his cock sprang erect. I stroked it briefly, then closed
my lips around the head. My tongue curled eagerly over the tip, tasting
his salty precum. I slowly lowered my mouth, taking him in an inch at
a time, licking his shaft firmly. As I raised my head again, sliding
him back out until just the tip remained in my mouth, I heard him moan
softly. He pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine,
wrapping his hands in my hair so that he could guide my movements. At
first he allowed me to maintain the relaxed pace I had started, but
then he began urging me faster. I felt him swelling against the roof of
my mouth as I took his balls in one hand and stroked them tenderly. Soon
he was thrusting feverishly into my mouth, and I felt his balls tighten
as he began to throb. The first gush of semen caught me by surprise, but
I eased back a bit so that he wasn't so far down my throat and swallowed
it. Another wave spurted into my mouth, and then another. Despite my
efforts, there was too much for me to swallow and a bit leaked out the
corner of my mouth and trickled down my chin. He seemed to be holding
his breath as his cock pulsed again and again. The contractions eased a
bit, and I sucked on him again, determined to drain the last of his
juices. I was rewarded with a few more powerful throbs before he was
still. I could feel the muscles in his thighs, tense and quivering,
as he withdrew from my mouth and zipped his pants back up.
We drove the rest of the way in silence. My head rested in his lap, and
he stroked my hair gently. The trip, which had seemed so long the night
before, now seemed unbearably short. All too soon, he pulled up in front
of my apartment building. I glanced at him quizically, wondering how he
had known the right address. By way of reply, he handed me my purse and
explained that he had looked up the address on my drivers license. He
kissed me quickly, then unlocked my collar and removed it. I hesitated
briefly, not wanting it to end so abruptly, but he swatted me lightly
on the bottom and told me to get out. Obediently, I did so and watched
him drive away. When he was gone, I stumbled wearily up the stairs to
my apartment and collapsed on the bed.
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The next day at work the phone rang. Though the caller did not identify
himself, I recognized immediately the cool, silky tones.
"I'll pick you up at 6:00 for dinner. Wear something sexy, and don't
wear any underwear."
He hung up as soon as he had delivered his terse message. I shivered
slightly as I replaced the phone in its cradle. The rest of the day
I was slightly distracted, and promptly at 5:00 I hurried home to
shower and dress.
When the doorbell rang at 6:00 I was ready, wearing a skimpy green dress
that accented my eyes. As soon as I let him in, David slid his hand under
my skirt to see if he had been obeyed. Although I had originally dressed
as he had ordered, at the last minute I had slipped into a pair of white
lace panties, just to be stubborn. My eyes glinted with mischief when he
touched the lace. He scowled at first, then noticed my grin.
"So..." he purred as he slipped off my panties, "It looks like you've
been naughty... You'll have to be punished for that..."
I smiled.
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