She handed it to him and without releasing her other hand he turned and led her into the living room. She felt her heartbeat and her nervousness increasing as she took in his appearance. He was wearing black leather trousers that had what Natalie thought to be a strange looking cod piece covering his crotch. The way it sat indicated a significant bulge beneath it and Natalie wondered whether he was pleased to see her. He certainly appeared to be. What really took her attention though was the pair of handcuffs that were hanging from one of his belt loops. A little further around, she saw the riding crop hanging from one of the other belt loops.
He stopped her in the middle of the floor at the same point she had been standing in her previous visit. Turning to face her, and without saying a word, he produced the blindfold once again, and this time he fitted it over her head and tightened the straps himself. The combination of his hand holding hers as they walked in, his general proximity to her and the other sights she had seen before he robbed her of her sight, nearly made her swoon. That delicious combination of fear tinged with excitement that she was coming to love had already made her nipples hard and she could feel her arousal inside her panties. She wondered if it would be obvious to him, although she was sure it would.
“Stand with your legs slightly apart and your hands behind your back again please; just as you were taught last time you were in my company.” His voice was quiet but with that huskiness that Natalie found just increased her arousal.
“Yes, Sir.” Her mouth felt a little dry as she adopted the position and waited. She found her knees shaking as the tension increased. Eventually, she heard him and it was obvious that he was back at the dining table. As she was trying to determine what the sound was, it dawned on her that it was the clicking of the locking mechanism of the handcuffs.
“Natalie, I want you to take your blouse and skirt off. Leave everything else for the time being, but I wish to see you in your— how did you put it last night— your finest lingerie?”
As she paused, trying to decide on the ramifications of either obeying or disobeying him, she heard the ratchet of the handcuffs clicking once again. Her hands came slowly around and started fumbling with the buttons on her blouse as she wondered where this was going to take her.
As Natalie worked on her blouse, she wondered what Mr. James, or Sir James as she now called him, was doing. She could hear the clicking of his handcuffs and it was a logical conclusion to draw that she would be wearing them before long, providing she continued to acquiesce to his requirements.
At that stage she was still not quite sure how she would deal with that decision. In some respects she felt it was going to be a point of no return, but before she reached that point, she had to deal with her current issue of stripping down to her underwear in front of him. She was exposing herself, yet not really exposing herself. He would see no more of her now than what he would see if she was lounging around a swimming pool, but this was different. This was intimate, this was sexual, and it involved power. Who is it that holds the power?
With trembling fingers, she undid the last of the buttons on her blouse and slowly opened the front, exposing her satin and lace clad breasts. As she moved her arms behind her to let it slide to the floor, her breasts strained against the material of her bra, and she was aware of her taut nipples pushing out clearly against the satin. She then worked on the waist band of her skirt, undoing the two buttons and sliding the zipper down. She then slowly let the skirt slide over the curve of her tight butt, easing it down her thighs and bending slightly before letting it fall down around her ankles.
Feeling quite self-conscious in her exposed state, she initially tried to protect her dignity by bringing her knees together and turning slightly to one side, holding her hands over her crotch. Then realizing the futility of this exercise, she stood back up straight and put her hands back behind her back. She lifted her chin defiantly as if to say, Ok Sir, you have me as you wanted me. Now what are you going to do?
She could not hear him walking, but again she could hear the click of the metal cuffs and it was coming closer. She tried hard to hide her nervousness, but she was sure it would be obvious to him and he would be enjoying himself— reveling in this little power play. She wanted to think of him as a bastard, but she found herself unable to do it. She was doing nothing that she had not allowed herself to do. She was a strong and independent woman, but somehow she was under the spell of this mysterious man who, with seemingly little effort, was totally dominating her.
He was beside her, his warm breath on her neck and she picked up his faint musky scent. “Natalie, I can see that this predicament you have found yourself in both scares you and excites you at the same time. Are you scared?”
“Y… Yes… Sir,” she whispered.
“Are you excited?”
“Ooohhh… Yes, Sir.”
“Natalie, you are going to feel the kiss of my crop.”
“Y… Yes, Sir.”
She felt him press up against her back as his arms wrapped around her, just below her breasts. The feeling for her was sublime and even as scared as she was, she felt an overwhelming feeling of safety and security, despite the unknowns she was facing. His thumbs lifted and gently brushed over her nipples. She knew this was no accidental touch, and a shiver went through her whole body. She had no control over her body’s reaction to his touch as her nipples hardened even more, and she felt a little rush of lubrication as her arousal increased. She feared her arousal would be even more obvious with the wetness showing through her panties. They were pulled tightly over her cleanly shaven vulva and she knew what would happen in her current state, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Do I even want to prevent it, she wondered to herself?
“And when you feel it, your hands will be locked in my cuffs. Some of what I do to you may hurt. If it hurts, it will be because I want it to hurt. I will not do anything that will damage you, and I will only do to you what I know you can take. If you genuinely believe you cannot take what I am doing to you, you are to utter the word ‘mercy’. That is your safe word. If I hear that word, I will immediately stop what I am doing and release you, and that will be the end of our evening’s activities.”
“Oooohhhhh… Yes, Sir,” she whispered in response with a hint of disappointment in her voice. She was feeling a little weak at the knees and was grateful for the support that Sir James was providing her, even as his thumbs continued to tease her nipples, sending shiver after shiver through her body.
“Now as I support you, take two steps forward to get your skirt out from around your ankles. I don’t want you falling over and unintentionally hurting yourself. The only pain you are going to feel tonight will be delivered by me.”
“Ooohhh…” she weakly replied as she carefully lifted her foot and stepped shakily out of and away from her skirt.
“Tell me what your safe word is, Natalie.” As he told her what to do, his thumbs and forefinger closed against her nipples, gently pinching them through the satin bra.
She responded with a sharp intake of breath. “Mercy… Sir.”
“Do you want mercy now?” he asked as he began gently rolling the nipples back and forth with his fingers.
She bit her bottom lip before replying, “Ahhhhhh …No, Sir…Ohhhhhhh no.”
“Good girl, Natalie. Be strong for me.”
He released her and grasped one of her wrists, gently pulling it back away from her body. She felt the cool hard steel come to rest upon her skin. Then before she knew it, there was the click of the ratchet. Her natural reaction with to draw away, but she found he was holding her quite firmly. The click… click… click of the locking ratchet seemed so loud as she felt the band of steel closing in against her skin, capturing her wrist securely. Her mind was in turmoil. She knew this was her last chance to escape. Although escape from what… and to what? Totally surrendering to Sir James and what he was doing to her; when he pulled her second wrist back, she offered no resistance at all even though each click
simply reinforced her total helplessness to her confused and overloaded mind.
Sir James then stepped around in front of her. She felt his fingers close around her nipples once again and this time the pressure was greater than before, and it took Natalie by surprise. She grunted in response and naturally tried to bring her arms around to protect herself, but she instantly realized exactly how hard and unforgiving the hand cuffs could be.
“Ohhhhhhh…”
He released her nipples, wrapping both of his arms around her. With one hand he grasped the short chain between the cuffs and pulled her wrists up and firmly against her back. With his remaining hand he delivered a strong and stinging slap to her butt before hugging her tightly. Before she could even respond, his lips closed against hers, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth as he began to explore her.
Her breasts were crushed against his firm chest as he held her tightly, and his right leg pushed between hers with his upper thigh coming to rest against her panty clad labia. As he continued to kiss her, his leg moved against her labia as she relaxed against him.
He broke the kiss and eased his hold on her, withdrawing his leg. “Aarrggghhhh… Don’t stop…please, Sir…don’t stop now,” she begged.
With one hand he drew his fingers gently down her neck. “Oh Natalie, your panties are totally soaked,” he teased.
She was nearly crying with frustration and without really being in control of herself, she blurted out, “You bastard.” She struggled to free herself from the handcuffs and stamped one foot angrily on the floor—which was not very effective in her pumps, and it nearly resulted in her falling over.
“Natalie, that sort of behavior and that sort of language are very unbecoming of a lady.” As he said it he targeted her butt with a round house slap, and then slipped his hand between her legs, working it around her labia from the outside of her soaking panties. She moaned and tossed her head back, but he withdrew his hand once again just before she lost control. She was now snorting and shaking her head back and forth.
“Natalie, you must understand that as much as I want you to enjoy yourself, it is me who will decide when, and if, you are allowed to orgasm in my presence.” With that, he withdrew one of her breasts from her bra and immediately closed his mouth around it, tickling the hard nipple a few times with his tongue before drawing as much of the breast into his mouth as he could and continuing to suck on it.
“Ooooooooh… yes… oh fuck!” She thrust her pelvis forward, looking for… what was she looking for? He withdrew his mouth and quickly inserted her breast back into her bra. She was panting and groaning at the same time.
“Hmmmmm. I love to hear a lady talk dirty as much as the next man, but I can see that I may have to introduce you to my selection of gags before too long if you cannot control your mouth.”
Sir James removed the riding crop from his belt loop and gave it a few air flicks to get a feel for it. Natalie was still too self-absorbed at that stage to have any feel for what was going on outside her dark little world. The first thing to help shake her out of that was when the soft leather tip of the crop flicked up and down across her nipple. Whilst not painful, it was also not a sensation she had experienced before, and just as she was working out what it might be, he switched to the other nipple. Instinctively she tried to pull away from the assault, but she was very limited in how far she could move, and Sir James had no trouble staying with her, continuing to flick each one at will. Before long he ceased cropping them and gently took them in his fingers through the material of her bra and tenderly caressed them. He could see her body relax at his touch.
“Oh yes. That feels nice, doesn’t it, Natalie?” His husky voice, and his Australian drawl, only adding to her arousal.
“Aaah… Y… oh yes, Sir. Thank you… Sir. Oh thank you.”
Releasing her nipples once again, he took his crop and stepped around behind her before commencing to flick the end of the crop up and down her butt.
“Natalie, you have a very hot butt. Very hot indeed. I am going to take so much pleasure in introducing it to my crop.” He grasped her by the hair and pulled her head back slightly, whispering in her ear, “And when the time is right, I shall be introducing other more pleasurable things to your butt. I think you will like them, Natalie. I think you need them.”
“Aaarrghhhh... Oooohhhhh… Sir,” she replied, not denying it.
He began alternating between flicking her with the tip of the crop and delivering relatively soft spanks to each of her butt cheeks with his hand. None of it was painful for Natalie, and she was enjoying the attention. Before long she could feel an overarching warmth enveloping her butt. In fact, she hardly even noticed as he gradually increased the intensity of his slaps.
Natalie made a low “Mmmmmmmmmm” sound intermingled with an occasional grunt as he delivered a slap that was even harder than the rest. Although providing little protection, her panties were shielding her butt from the full impact of his actions. He gently pulled the panties into the crack to fully expose her cheeks as he continued what he was doing. She offered no resistance as he continued spanking her on her bare skin.
He drew the crop back and applied it like a cane, directly across both cheeks of her no doubt pink butt. Just as the pain was registering, and she was about to cry out, he had already dropped the crop, and with one hand was gently rubbing her butt cheeks. At the same time his other hand snaked around, cupping her complete vulva. He gently massaged it as he whispered in her ear, “Oh yes, Natalie. That was a nice one, wasn’t it?”
As her hips began to gyrate, the only sound to emerge was a low, “Ooohhhh… mmmmmmmmm...yes, Sir.”
As the burning sting of the crop faded, Natalie was totally focused on the gentle rubbing of her warm butt cheeks and the firmer massaging of her vulva. As her moans of pleasure increased and her gyrations became more pronounced, Sir James removed his hands, picked up his crop and continued to work on her butt. Once again he fell into a rhythmic pattern of swats that were hard enough to maintain her attention and keep her on edge, but not hard enough to break her out of the head space she was in. Natalie was not even aware that she was in any sort of headspace at the moment as she had never experienced anything like this before. Her mind was totally consumed in trying to process all of the things that had happened to her over the last… How long was it that she had been here? She had little feeling for time and space.
After a period, again Sir James cracked the crop across her butt, this time doing it twice in quick succession. She gasped as the pain broke through, but this time he embraced her as before and, taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, rolled them back and forth as he pushed himself against her. Natalie was struggling between the burning of the crop strokes and the sensations in her nipples. Sir James seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to have her focus alternating between the two. She was also aware of a different pressure and realized she was feeling a very hard cock that was being massaged against her butt. Despite all the other sensations, she knew that she desperately wanted that hard cock inside her.
Before she knew it, Sir James had released her nipples and moved to one side of her. One hand slipped down inside her panties and she felt a finger slip deep inside her. At the same time his remaining hand was gently rubbing her butt once again as the burning of the crop strokes faded. The hand inside her panties was completely cupping her vulva and was slowly moving up and down over her naturally lubricated skin. His finger was hooked so that as his hand moved up and down, his finger was sliding in and out of her throbbing pussy. When it reached deep inside her, he would gently rub it back and forth across, driving her totally wild. He would then withdraw until it was nearly outside her before sliding it back again.
Although she was sexually experienced, she had never felt a sensation like this as his finger massaged her in just the right spot. The feelings were so intense that she was unconsciously squeezing his finger, clenching it as it moved around inside her.
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“Ohhhhhhh…… nnngggggggg…….. oh fuuuuuuck!” She was now bucking her hips in time with his thrusts; her knees were bent and she was afraid she was going to collapse. Her moaning increased in pitch, and just as she was about to explode, he withdrew from her once again.
“Aarrgghhhh…oh noooooo…please… you prick…don’t stop now…fuuuck!”
His fingers were back on her nipples, rolling them back and forth and she felt his hot breath on her neck. “Ahh yes, Natalie. You nearly made it this time, didn’t you?”
“Please… please… oh God… please put them back… ooohh my nipples, yessss… don’t stop.”
The pressure from his fingers was increasing and her hips continued gyrating. He then slowly reduced the pressure on her nipples before releasing them. She then felt him withdraw each breast from its bra cup and he gently sucked each nipple briefly as she calmed down. Withdrawing his mouth, he carefully inserted them back into her bra. She then felt his hands at her cuffs and the pressure of the steel against her wrists was removed.
“Natalie. Move your arms and shoulders. Get some circulation back into them.”
“Yes, Sir.” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. Was it all over? Surely he wasn’t going to torture her by stopping there. After she had restored movement to her arms, Sir James took hold of one of her elbows.
“Come with me, Natalie.” Leading her over to a sofa, he took her other arm. “Sit.” He eased her back into the soft couch before sitting down beside her, turning and taking her in his arms. “You did extremely well this evening, Natalie. Extremely well indeed,” he said to her quietly in his slightly husky tone. She slumped against him, returning his hug and started sobbing.
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