The blindfold only heightened the feeling of anxiety and the feeling of being exposed. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt him looking at me. I shivered as I clasped my hands in front of me, as if I was over exposed.
There was a rustling that sounded like he was removing clothing. Then I could feel his breath on my neck as he stood before me. His hot mouth placed kisses up and down my neck, carefully scraping softly as he took my hand and brought it forward to feel his now hard member.
I inhaled sharply and could feel the smile rise to my face as I felt his hardness pressing through his underwear. My other hand wandered upward and I came to touch the warm skin of his waist, working my hands upwards towards his chest.
His arms enveloped me as he brought his mouth to mine. Our tongues interlaced over and over and I found myself needing to catch my breath. As I pulled away to do so, his mouth lowered itself onto the top of my breast, kissing it softly. His hands came around and pulled my breasts out of the pockets in the bustier, creating a shelf for them to sit on.
My nipples were already little gumdrops as he suckled one into his mouth. The combination of heat and wetness made my knees go weak as I reached up and allowed my fingers to interlace into his curly hair. He took one of his fingers and touched the top of my waiting slit, pushing downward until it just reached my clit. Giving it a few hard rubs I struggled to keep myself upright as the pleasure waves began to build.
"Clasp your hands behind you." He said as he pulled away, leaving me wanting more. I did as he said.
I heard him over at his desk, drawers opening and closing. Then I heard some jingling. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but it didn't take long to find out.
I felt the soft fleece lining of a leather cuff. I knew what as soon as it hit my wrists. It was something that I had been familiar with in the past, and had been a long time since I had felt it.
As he continued to clasp the leather to my wrists I was transported back in time to my early 20's when I have ventured into the world of BDSM. Being young and new, I explored every aspect of it, not being able to get my fill of books, pictures and even getting involved in some clubs that really enlightened me on what it was all about.
I started out as a submissive that would choose to play with Dom's that were recommended by friends, until eventually I became a Domme myself and actually worked for hire. No sex, just domination. It felt like it was so long ago. I was in another state and no one here knew about my previous life. However, at the moment I was reliving some of those old feelings and it felt wonderful.
After the cuffs were on my arms, he steadily walked me over to the back of the club chair that I had been previously sitting in, the back of the chair hitting me right at the hip joint.
"Stay."
I didn't move. I heard him move over towards the desk, then back behind me once again. The leather collar found its way around my neck as I swallowed hard while he buckled it under my hair.
"Comfy?" He asked, tugging it to make sure it wasn't too tight.
I nodded yes.
"Good. Leather looks good on you." There was a long pause with no movement. "But you knew that already, didn't you?"
I was confused by the question.
"Um, I am not sure I understand..."
"You will, soon enough."
My mind was reeling again. Did he know something about my past? Has he found out about me? If so, what did he know? My anticipation of what was to come was conflicted by my need to know.
"What do you mean, I will know soon enough?!"
"SILENCE!" He growled, letting his hand fly and land hard on my right butt cheek. I jumped from the unexpected shout and the sting that now made its way to my brain. I also stopped asking questions.
"I think you have a tendency to be a bit too bossy for my tastes. I like that you are confident. But sometimes I think you need to be taken down a few notches."
His words made me bristle, even though he was right. I would never admit it. I had way too much pride for that.
My pussy flooded with the heat wave of lust that took over as he pushed me down, bending me over the back of the chair. As my face hit the soft leather seat, I felt him pushing his still clothed hard cock between my cheeks as he used his feet to spread my legs.
"You love this, don't you? Your body tells me you love this."
I didn't answer, but instead relished in his fingers finding their way into my wet drippy hole.
My ass was high and unprotected as he worked his fingers in and out of me, occasionally searching to find my clit and give it a few good circles before pushing their way back inside with deep strokes.
I still had trouble wrapping my head around the fact that less than 24 hours ago, I didn't even know this man, but yet here I was bound in leather and completely at his mercy.
"Don't move." he said as I felt him retract his fingers.
Then I heard it. That too familiar sound of a belt being pulled from the loops of his pants. He had laid them on the other chair when he took them off earlier, and I could hear the jangle of the belt buckle as he pulled it through.
"I still have not disciplined you for deliberately spilling the wine into my mother's lap. I know you did it on purpose. I could see it all over your face. You are such a naughty girl."
I heard him doubling the belt over before the sound of the leather cut through the air and landed square across both cheeks.
I yelped and stood upright, not expecting the pain to be as great as it was. When I was younger my pain tolerance was much higher than it was now. And the sting of the belt cut through me making me tear up almost immediately.
"But!..." I tried to explain. He wasn't having it.
"I didn't ask for any explanation. Now get back into position. Don't make me ask you again."
I slowly lowered myself over the chair. The rocks in my stomach were sending a clear message that I really didn't want to be whipped with the belt.
As the leather cut through the air once again, landing with a sharp sting against both cheeks, I cried out in pain, not knowing how to deal with the emotions that welled up inside me. I struggled to maintain my position, my wrists firmly held behind my back with a clasp.
There was a third, then a fourth. Finally, on the fifth, I began to beg. Tears were flowing freely now as I couldn't hold back.
"I'm sorry! Please, oh please no more. I'm sorry!" I cried.
I felt his hand softly caress the welts that had quickly formed over my bottom as I softly sobbed. I heard the belt drop to the floor as I heard the sound of ripping plastic and knew instinctively it was a condom wrapper.
Within seconds, the tip of his hardness was pushing into my wet slit, his cock spreading the walls of my womanhood as his hips made contact with my sore ass. He ram-rodded his cock deep into me as I grunted and squirmed in both pain as pleasure as he took me without care or fear. It wasn't up to me. It was what he wanted, and he was going to take it. That is what I agreed to.
As he pounded my pussy my clit screamed to be stroked, but the leather cuffs kept me in place as he held my hands firmly against my back.
I could feel his body tighten all over as he slowed his pace, letting out a loud roar he buried his cock to the hilt inside me. His pulsing meat combined with my own throbbing seemed to mesh together in one giant heartbeat.
I could feel him holding himself upright on the edge of the chair as he slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and needy.
After a minute of him rustling around I almost felt as if I had been a forgotten toy, just left to be used when he wanted. But those feelings quickly disappeared when his hands began to squeeze my still read bottom.
"Stand." he commanded.
He assisted me by pulling up on my shoulders helping me to keep my balance. I felt him tug at my blindfold as he lifted it up and over my head. Even the dim light of the office felt bright as I squinted my eyes while opening them.
His fingers brushed away the hair that had fallen in my face as he looked
at me with a softness in his eyes.
My wrists were still bound with a link behind my back as he pulled out a leash from the pocket of his pants, which were now on his body once again.
I heard the click of the clasp as it went over the ring in the collar I was wearing. I couldn't read his face as he looked me over wondering what was thinking.
He let the chain fall and just had hold of the grip as he began to walk towards the door, with me in tow. I followed quietly not exactly sure what was coming next.
As we reached the hallway, I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. Craning my neck, I could still see the pink welts on my ass as I only caught my backside for a brief second before being pulled by the chain around the collar.
We made our way up the stairs and around to the room, my thoughts swirled with my past life and my current situation. Perhaps there is something about a person who has been involved in the BDSM lifestyle that sends out a signal. Was I sending out some kind of sign that said to him, "Here I am, come take me!?"
When the door opened to the room, I was struck by the red velvet curtains and gold fringe on the windows that flanked the wall. There was a huge king size bed covered in red velvet also. While it was tasteful, it almost had a Las Vegas flair to it.
Leading me over to the bed, he pulled me closer to him by the chain. I smiled at him as he drew me closer and his eyes glimmered back at me. His mouth found its way to mine as he burned another hot kiss into my brain. I don't think I have ever been as horny as I was at that moment. I found myself totally smitten by this man who had me in leather cuffs.
As his arms wrapped around me, I could feel him reach for my cuffs as he unhooked the claps to release them from behind me.
"Get up on the bed."
I backed myself up and scooted back on the bed allowing my body to fold into the plush velvet underneath me. It felt good to be off my feet after standing in the heels all evening. He reached up and took off one shoe and firmly massaged my foot. It was almost as good as an orgasm as he helped the tension to release then switching sides and doing the other foot.
I closed my eyes and relished in the feeling of relaxation as the coolness of the room made my nipples stand to attention.
He knelt down on the floor beside the bed and grabbed my thighs, pulling my spread slit towards his waiting face. With eagerness and abandon his tongue searched out my clit that had been waiting patiently for some attention. I bucked as the sensation was too much too soon, but he didn't stop. His relentless pulling and sucking of my clit had me writhing in pleasure as my body released all of its energy leaving me to scream in joy as he waves of heat and pleasure washed over me.
My body jerked as I came over and over, now squirming to try to get away as I was becoming so sensitive that I couldn't stand to be touched anymore.
As I started to giggle, he finally relented letting me catch my breath.
"THAT was great!" he said as he wiped my juices off his face.
"Yes...yes, I agree." I said breathlessly.
He crawled onto the bed beside me and propped his head up on his hand. Reaching up he unhooked the leash from the collar.
"I would like for you to sleep with these on tonight."
"Ok."
"I will come get you in the morning. You have your own bathroom right over there, and there is a little fridge over under the counter, but other than there, you stay in your room. Understand?"
"I understand." The compliance felt natural to me.
"Good girl." He said as he place a gentle kiss on my forehead then getting up off the bed.
"You aren't staying with me?" I asked, taking a sitting position.
"No, I sleep better alone. Besides I have a few more things to attend to before I retire."
"Oh." I replied, looking downward with a little pout.
"Now, you behave. We will have plenty of time for more fun." he lifted my chin upwards as my eyes met his. "Besides, I still want to tame your ass."
I raised an eyebrow wondering in which capacity he was referring to. I figured it may be a little of both.
He kissed me goodnight and closed the door behind him. I held my breath to see if I could hear him walk away but there wasn't a sound that could be heard.
As I looked around the large room, I loved the feeling of subdued opulence that surrounded me. Hopping off the bed, I quickly worked my way out of my bustier and stockings and made my way into the bathroom. It was huge and there was a giant Jacuzzi tub and a steam shower. I wanted a bath but didn't have the energy so I opted for the shower instead.
There was already a bath robe and towels laid out for me on the chaise inside the bathroom. Sweet! I felt like I was in some fancy hotel. Must be nice to live like this all the time. I found myself a little envious of my surroundings.
I went and grabbed a cold bottle of water that had been sitting in an ice bucket all ready to drink. The coldness was refreshing and I hadn't realized just how parched I was.
I removed the collar and cuffs, putting them on the sink basin so that I could put them back on once I finished my shower. The hot water felt good as it melted the remaining stress of the day away. I took my time and washed myself thoroughly paying special attention to my previously used parts.
I could feel the sleep creeping up on me now, so I shut off the water and began drying myself off. I didn't know what time it was, but it had to be quite late. I padded into the bedroom and looked for a clock. On the mantle over the fireplace an old clock read 2:38 a.m. No wonder I was so tired.
The bed quickly became my target as my sleepiness took over. Normally, I had insomnia, but at the moment I felt almost like I was walking in my sleep. I honestly felt I was falling asleep before my head even hit the luxury pillow as I snuggled underneath the soft cotton sheets and let myself go.
5
I woke to the sound of jingling as I peeked open my eyes to see Nathan standing over the bed with the cuffs and collar in his hand. I had forgotten to put them back on after my shower the night before and was so tired it totally escaped me. My heart jumped and then sank as I realized what had happened.
"Oh...I must have forgotten..I..uh...after my shower I was so tired that..."
"I am beginning to think you crave punishment, Jessica." he said as he cut me off mid sentence.
"I meant to put them back on, really I did!"
"Umm-hmmm" was all he said as he reached over for my wrist and began to put the cuffs back on. "Sit up." He wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it in the back.
"While you are in my presence, you will always be collard and cuffed. These are never to be removed unless given permission. Do you understand me?" His tone was scolding but not mean.
I looked down at the bed, ashamed I had displeased him. "Yes."
"Get up."
I got out of bed and he pushed off the robe I had been wearing from my shower the night before. There I stood, totally naked except for the collar and cuffs. I reached down to cover myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
As he sat on the side of the bed, he reached up and took my hand, pulling me downward over his lap. I knew what was coming before he even started.
One hand went over my waist while the other I felt raise high before landing squarely on one cheek, then another. I tightened my ass and tried to hold on as he quickly placed three more swats on each side, alternating between smacks.
As I began to get squirmy it was hard not to want to put my hands behind me to block the blows on my barely awake ass, but I gripped the velvet instead as I stayed put. Tears began to well in my eyes as I was at the breaking point when he stopped. Standing me upright, he scolded me once again.
"Don't make me do this because you are being irresponsible and lazy. It isn't becoming and you are better than that."
His words stung almost as much as my bottom. He stood up and went over to the closet, his semi-erect cock tenting his pants after spanking me. Opening up the door, he turned on the light and motioned for me to
follow him. As I entered the closet there were all kinds of beautiful women's clothes. It was like a mini shopping center with shoes and everything.
"I am sure there is something in here that you can wear. Everything is new, so take what you want. After you dress, join me downstairs for some breakfast."
Nathan exited the closet, patting my bottom on the way out. I looked around and took my time, finding something that I thought would look nice. I found a perfect fitting short skirt and cute top, slipped on some flat shoes and even found some silky panties. I looked almost like a school girl. I thought it might intrigue Nathan, so I went with it. The only thing that was slightly out of place was the collar and cuffs, but I didn't care.
Bouncing downstairs, I reached the bottom of the stairs and realized I had no idea where the other rooms were. I had only been to the office which was right inside the front door, and my room.
I shuffled around a bit and decided to make my way down the hall in hopes of finding the dining room or kitchen.
Passing by a large opening to a huge great room, there were floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean seawall. It was huge and gorgeous! I stepped into the room, jingling as I walked and stared out at the sun glistening on the ocean.
"Good morning, miss." a male voice spoke, startling me. It was Charles.
"Hi Charles! Wow, this place is so beautiful!"
"Yes, miss. Won't you follow me? The Master is waiting."
The Master? So even his staff call him Master? I chuckled softly to myself as I followed Charles down the hallway and into a small, well-lit room. It was all done in soft white with fresh white lilies in vases all around. There was a small table just for two in the middle of the room. The windows overlooked the garden on the east side of the house.
Charles pulled a chair out for me and I took a seat as he poured me some coffee.
"Thank you."
Charles gave me a slight nod and a wink.
Nathan was already there but hiding behind the newspaper. I didn't say anything, but just waited for him to acknowledge my presence. After a minute of me sipping my coffee and staring out the window he decided he wanted my attention and put down his paper.
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