by Sir Nathan
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. I would have gone anywhere.
In my mind, I had planned to show her my ‘study’ the next day. I think it was a combination of the desire I felt for her and seeing her noticing my hard cock, that convinced me. I took her hand and led her to the back of the house. Stopping in front of the locked door, I withdrew the key from my pocket and inserted it, turning the lock.
Click, CLACK!
Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I turned to Dominique. “In your fantasies, you may have imagined a room like this,” I said. “Keep an open mind. Look around. Feel everything in this room as if you were blindfolded. Let me know if you recognise anything. Inside it is quite dark, so enter and stand still for a moment to allow your eyes to adjust.”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” she said, swallowing.
“All right then,” I said, pushing open the door.
“Wow!”
I never expected the room to be so enormous! At first glance, the door might have been mistaken for a hall closet. But when he opened it and I peered inside, I couldn’t see the end of it. “Wow!”
Stepping into the darkness, it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. When they did, my breath caught in my chest. I smiled nervously and looked back at Andrew’s silhouette in the doorway. “Go on,” he said encouragingly.
I did as he bade me and began looking around the huge room. Just inside the door and on the left, was a lounge area that took up perhaps a quarter of the space. I walked along the length of the black sofa, trailing my fingers, feeling the fine leather. A black leather recliner held pride of place near the fireplace. The night was warm enough without it, but I had flashes of images of myself, kneeling before the flames in winter. Cushions were strewn everywhere. Glass coffee table. Suddenly Andrew was beside me, turning around the recliner and lowering himself into it.
“Slip off your shoes.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
After satisfying myself that I knew the lounge layout, I turned to the rest of the room. It had an intimidating air. I felt like I was floating as I walked across the spongy floor to the centre of the room. I pressed my hand against a large wooden ceiling to floor pole. It was a foot wide and had black steel rings hanging from it, placed randomly. I looked to him hopefully.
“Whipping post.”
I shuddered and withdrew my hand, looking it up and down. Wow! A sweat-drenched image of myself writhing with my arms overhead, attached to the high ring, speared through my mind and I took a step back, catching my breath. Shaking the image from my head, I walked toward what looked like a large desk with straps emerging from its surface, and placed my hand upon it, feeling its leather surface.
“Training table.”
I looked at it more closely. One could be strapped down in any manner of positions. I swallowed, feeling my pussy clench. Amazing. Tearing my eyes from it, I noticed a looming piece of furniture in one corner. Approaching it, I thought it looked like a medieval set of stocks. I placed my hand on them. “Are these stocks?” I squeezed out.
“Yes, stocks.”
I gasped a little.
“Are you okay, Dominique?”
“Yes. Um, thank you, Sir.”
And so it went on. Every item, every implement. From the large wood stained St Andrew’s cross bolted to the wall, to the six different whips, three paddles and two crops arranged conveniently on the wall. He had a whole drawer full of vibrators and dildos. And another small drawer full of batteries. Giggling, I picked up some coiled lengths of rope and marvelled at their feel.
“Silk ropes.”
I looked at him and he was smiling at me. He approached and I could feel my skin actually vibrating as he neared. My pussy clenched again and I felt my moisture trickling down the inside of one thigh. I really did want something, anything, to happen. I was so excited. He took my hand in his, leading me to what looked like a tangle of hanging leather straps. I reached out and touched it.
“Swing,” he said, and I smiled, looking it over curiously. “Would you like to try it?”
“This girl would like to do anything you desire, Sir,” I replied honestly.
He smiled back at me. “Good girl. Stay there.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
Retrieving a set of four leather cuffs from the toy box, I showed them to Dominique then went down on my haunches before her. I looked up into her eyes and said, “Hands behind your head, elbows out.” Nodding her head slowly, she did so, intently watching me. I attached one cuff, then the other above each of her ankles. Happy they were secure and not too tight, I caressed her calves and behind her knees with my hands. I stood and looked into her eyes, taking her wrists one at a time and buckling the remaining cuffs around them.
I took each of her wrists and held them aloft, attaching her cuffs to the corresponding clip at the top of the swing. As she watched what I was doing, she helped by getting up on her tiptoes. Her skin was tight and her breathing was hard and becoming ragged.
I bent my knees slightly and put my arms around her hips, lifting her into the swing. Attaching the various straps to her thighs and upper arms, I tightened the buckles before standing before her. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought to myself as I returned to the toy box. I picked up a pink ball gag, a three speed basic white vibrator, and a feather. Taking my favourite crop from the wall, I clipped it to my leather pants and walked back over to her. I placed the items in my hands at her feet.
I came up to her very closely, fingertips touching her hips. I looked her up and down and felt my self-control waiver. My arousal stirred mightily as I reached up and grazed my fingernails gently down her breasts. She gasped aloud and I leaned into her, kissing her lips through her moan. Our mouths opened and I tasted the sweetness of her. She shivered, returning my kiss, softly yet insistently sucking my tongue. Mmmmm, I thought. Leaning back a little, I watched her pout, then bite her bottom lip, eyes dancing. She was loving this!
“More?” I asked, tweaking her nipples gently.
Her mouth opened in a stifled moan and she blushed, nodding her head.
“Trust me?” I asked, reaching down to the floor.
“Y-Yes, Sir,” she said, giggling nervously.
Her eyes went wide as I brought the ball gag up to her mouth, opening mine to demonstrate. Fitting it into her mouth and buckling it behind her head, she suddenly looked a little frightened, no doubt wondering why I would want her gagged. “Control, Dominique,” I whispered. “You have nothing to fear. We will not be approaching your limits today. Give me control and relax.” I smiled warmly at her and her eyes softened.
Until now she had been hanging reasonably comfortably in the swing. Leaning down, I wrapped my hands around her ankles and lifted them off the floor as I stood. She gasped as she hung in the air, completely unnerved and off balance. Rocking gently back and forth, swinging by the padded cuffs around her wrists, I went about clipping her ankle cuffs to the rings of the swing.
“Make a wish,” I said, smiling and drawing her legs open. Watching her face was fun as I attached her ankles to the down straps. Leaving her hanging there, with her calves and her biceps around her ears was quite simply amazing to see. It was the look on her face that most interested me. She looked like she couldn’t believe she was in this position, and yet, she looked like she would have preferred to be nowhere else.
I stood back and admired the form of her body in the swing. She wriggled and moaned adorably, her eyes smiling at me despite her discomfort. Scanning down her body, over her hard nipples and tight stomach, I settled on her pussy. What a pretty pussy, I thought. My gaze flicked up to her eyes before returning to her wet, open cunt. With the intoxicating scent of her in my nostrils, I leaned down and picked up the feather.
Ohhh, Godddd, raced through my mind as the feather caressed my inner thighs. Gasping and barely able to keep from squealing, I clenched my muscles, trying not to react. Up and down he went, chuckling as he directed the feather wherever he chose, touching me lightly al
l over and igniting my senses. Amazingly it didn’t tickle in the least. In fact, it was divine! I found myself pushing at that damned feather as he gently swept it over my body, then drew it downward, brushing over my pussy. Groaning, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, supported by a leather strap.
In moments I felt a buzzing vibrator brush over the lips of my pussy. Oh, my God. I’m gonna cum! I thought. Suddenly he withdrew it, leaving me whimpering behind the gag. Noooo! Then he did it again! I felt faint, perspiration breaking out on my skin. Over and over he touched me and withdrew. Over and over I built and subsided until I forgot who I was and where I was. Ecstasy without finality is delicious and terrible at the same time. From the mist in front of my half-open eyes came his voice.
“Your pleasure is mine to give you. I own your orgasms. You do not have them unless I specifically allow it. Nod your head if you understand.”
I nodded urgently. I would have invaded Poland if he’d let me cum. God, that vibrator was so close. Then it was gone. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”
Pop. Pop. Pop.
“Mmmmmmm!”
The sound rang in my ears.
Pop. Pop.
I writhed in abject terror, trying to rid myself of the bites of his crop on my inner thighs. Held fast, there was no escape.
Pop.
I never even thought of the ‘red’ word.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
It just wasn’t that bad. It smarted, but it hurt for only for a moment.
Pop.
Do-able. I can do this.
Pop. Pop.
Pop.
“Mmmmm ...”
Pop. Pop. Pop.
My head lolled back on my shoulders as he walked around me.
Pop.
Mmmmm, yes on my ass. “Mmmmm ...”
Pop. Pop.
“Mmmmmmmm ...”
Pop.
My whole body was beginning to shake.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
I felt a trickle of my juice run underneath me. This was so fucking good!
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
I wiped my forearm across my brow and tossed the crop on the floor. Dominique’s eyes were closed and she moaned softly, writhing in her bondage. My cock was erect and bent down the leg of my pants uncomfortably, throbbing indecently. Gazing down upon her, I discarded thoughts of denying myself. She looked too good. I rolled her erect nipples and she groaned in need. Her pussy was engorged and wet, sparkling in the half-light.
Unbuckling the ball gag, I threw it on the floor and kissed her passionately, my hands in her hair. Stepping back, I practically tore my pants from my lower body, groaning in relief as my cock leapt free. Dominique’s eyes opened wide as I wrapped my fingers around it, fisting it to full hardness.
“Yes!” she hissed, struggling to move closer. “Please!”
“Beg me, Dominique!” I said through clenched teeth, holding her steady. “Beg me to fuck you!”
“Please, please! Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she gasped against my mouth as I kissed her again.
With a hand around her ass and bent knees, I worked the head of my cock into her. She was so tight I had to steady my prick with my fist so it didn’t bend in the middle and do me an injury. Finally straightening my legs, I groaned as I pressed my pelvis against her, my cock fully sheathed in her slickly molten cunt. Gripping her ass tightly, I started rocking her back and forth, feeling every inch of my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Oh, God! Harder! Harder!” she gasped. Moving my hands to her hips, I held her away from me, and we both watched my soaked shaft slowly appear as I drew back my hips.
“Not yet,” I sighed, sinking into her again.
“Oohhh ...”
My hands held her tightly, drawing her pussy up and down the length of my cock, slowly gathering speed. I kissed her again. I could have kissed her forever. Dominique’s head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open as she began to tremble in my hands. “Please! Please! I’m g... gonna cum!” she cried, her breath catching in her chest.
“Cum!” I groaned, thrusting into her again and again.
“Ohhhhh, yessss!” she moaned, shuddering uncontrollably. Harder and harder I fucked her, feeling my own orgasm building, ready to boil. She shook and whimpered and I reamed her so hard the beam above was creaking. Suddenly she stiffened and her pussy clamped. She was coming again! “Oohhh, Godd!!”
“OhhhhhHHHH! FUCK! YES!” It was my own voice. My tingling balls contracted as they slapped against her dripping wet ass. My thighs shook and I gave in. I slammed deeply into Dominique one last time and exploded. My cock lurched and I released. “Ohhhh, sweet Jesus! Ohhh! Ohh!” Again and again my cock throbbed and pumped hot cum into Dominique’s twitching and grasping pussy. I threw my head back and slammed into her again. I held myself there. Mouth open. Breathing hard. Panting.
Releasing the iron grip I had on her ass, I held her hips as I ground out my pleasure. I kissed her neck, enjoying the feeling of her tight slick hotness around me, and her smooth hips in my hands. I sighed and opened my eyes.
“What is it, pet?” I asked, reaching up to brush away the tears that ran down her cheeks.
“Oh, Sir ... It’s just ... I’ve never ...” she said haltingly, breathing hard. “It’s never been like that ... I never knew it could be like that.”
I unbuckled her wrists and she rubbed them, sitting deeper in the swing. Taking her chin in my hand, I brought her eyes to mine. “We have only just begun,” I whispered. “And you are not finished yet, Dominique.”
“No, Sir?”
“No pet, it’s clean-up time.” I made no move to unstrap her thighs or unbuckle her ankles. I looked at her and grinned.
“Um, this girl doesn’t understand, Sir. Don’t you need to untie her so she can do as you ask?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh Sir, please help her to know!”
She looked adorable, pleading for direction, the look on her face a cross between eagerness to please and fear that she hadn’t noticed something obvious. She looked like she might cry. I teased her no more. “It is your duty to clean your body and mine after sex. You are also required to clean up any mess we have made.”
She looked at me questioningly and I pointed at her pussy, awash with her juices and my sperm, steadily dripping to the floor below her. My pointed finger then scanned up her body to her mouth. Realisation dawned on her and she blushed hotly.
Her eyes went downwards at first but from her angle I doubted she could see anything. “Ohhh,” she groaned, as she slid two fingers into her pussy. A moment later she was sucking them clean, then reaching down to do it again. Soft mewing sounds began to escape her mouth between sucks.
Quietly I moved around behind her, taking her by the shoulders and drawing her back in the swing. She adjusted her weight and I tipped her head back further, smiling down on her as I pressed my cock to her lips. With my hands supporting her shoulders, she opened her mouth and her fingers wrapped around my ass. I moaned softly as she cleaned me off. When I slid my half hard cock from her mouth, her sodden fingers immediately replaced it.
She was someplace else. I undid the straps and buckles binding her, letting her legs down. They flopped open like a rag doll and she continued her work oblivious. She was mumbling something to herself and raising her hips as she buried her fingers once again. My words broke her reverie only momentarily.
“Don’t forget the floor, Dominique. I’ll take a shower and return in a few minutes. You may cum, but only once. We have much to do.”
“Mmmmmm ... Yes, Sir.”
The image of Dominique swaying gently back and forth in the swing, her fingers moving from her pussy to her mouth, was burned into my memory forever.
Chapter 3
I decided a few moments alone with her thoughts would be helpful to Dominique. Stopping in the doorway and buckling my belt, I gazed back at her while she swung back and forth in her own world. Now, THAT is a beautiful sight. There was more for Dominique to learn, and muc
h more she would discover, but for now she could relax. A smile played across my lips as I took one last look at her, then went to take a shower.
It’s strange how sometimes I have to remember to take a breath. As if not taking one will keep me safe. Or perhaps that taking one will break a spell. But I did remember to take a breath, and the spell wasn’t broken. And I did feel safe. My nudity hadn’t even occurred to me. I felt alive. So alive. My skin tingled and my pussy was swollen. Feeling the collar around my neck while I fingered myself, the thought occurred to me that I felt owned. It was so strange, because at the same time, I felt completely free for the first time in my life.
My pussy was so hot and wet. Cleaning it up got me close to the edge, but Andrew wasn’t there to see. It just didn’t seem right. So, instead of bringing myself off, I decided to quickly get the cleaning jobs done, then go looking for him.
I got down on my hands and knees and my hair fell over my face. Tucking it behind my ears, I dipped my face to the floor and lapped the nectar that had spilled from me during our lovemaking. Our fucking. Oh, it was definitely fucking. And it was glorious. I hadn’t cum that hard since that one time in college when my boyfriend was so sick of my teasing, he pulled over in a rest stop and fucked me hard against the side of the car. Okay, so it was on the other side to the traffic, but it was so exciting and I came gangbusters. I liked getting fucked. And it had been so long. Was it wrong to think like that? I loved ‘making love’ too! I just wanted variety. ‘Curious and adventurous’, I always called myself. Now I was wondering whether kinky was more accurate. I was definitely receptive to crazy, out of control, ‘rip your clothes off’ kind of sex.
God, Andrew really gave it to me. My pussy throbbed deliciously from his rough treatment. What a wonderful feeling. I felt like he took his pleasure, and I was just along for the ride. Or was he along for the ride with me? He waited until I came a second time before her exploded inside me. Never before had I cum twice in the one act of making love. Or fucking! I giggled. Wiping my chin and licking the back of my hand, I was glad I was on the pill. God, he comes a lot. I shuddered and blushed, licking diligently at the last droplets and reaching between my legs again. Gently stroking my slippery aching clit, I searched for any I missed. Finding none, I sat back on my heels and sighed, scanning this incredible room. I can’t believe I just did that ...
