It was hot. Hotter than usual, just over 100 degrees. I was home, alone and dripping, sweat down my back and my own cunt juices down my leg when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I saw it was Sir and sent YOU my final email. He walked in, sat his bag in the entry room and stopped still when he saw me standing just a few feet away, still completely naked. Without saying a word, he crossed the floor to stop, and stand directly in front of me. I couldn’t help that my breathing was still a bit ragged and labored. He calmly asked, “Were you talking with HIM?”
As I opened my mouth to answer, he reached out and grasped my shoulder and began pushing down with his strong arms as he commanded, “Kneel at my feet before you answer me.”
I crumpled upon my knees, dropped my head and quietly answered, “Yes, Sir.”
He stepped forward until he was touching and towering over me then he asked, “Anything else I should know?”
Remaining in my submissive position, I began to tell the story of my afternoon.
I had sent HIM an email, thanking HIM for our lovely conversation the day before. HE responded with an equally thoughtful reply. A few additional emails were exchanged, hinting of a growing arousal. The next email from HIM arrived and all it said was, “Get 6 clothes pins.” I found myself to be excited and intrigued. I retrieved them and answered with a, “Yes Sir.” HE proceeded from there to command me to place one on each nipple and the remaining 4 on my labia. The sensation was intense. HE then commanded that a bobby pin be placed on my clit. The pain was concentrated, but my juices began to drip. I was commanded to my knees. I was commanded to deep throat a large dildo. I was commanded to insert an ice cube into my cunt and describe the feeling. Finally, I was instructed to retrieve two vibrators. By this time I was begging for release. Had been told that I could NOT cum. I couldn’t breathe, my body quaked and I was having trouble reading and responding to HIS continued commands. I begged for relief and finally, HE generously granted it, sending my body into a twisting, quaking, convulsing, and gushing spasm. I writhed in my own sweat and juices. I composed myself enough to offer HIM a thank you. HE responded with two more commands. I was to tell Sir, when he returned home, that HE had requested Sir whip my ass and cunt red with a belt and then He commanded that I have Sir send HIM an email, confirming that it had been done.
Sir listened quietly until I had finished the entire story. He took in a deep breath and asked, “So, did you cum for HIM?”
I raised my head so I could look directly into his piercing eyes and softly whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
His jaw clenched when he replied, “Well that is going to be one VERY expensive orgasm,” as his hand came down hard across my face. He followed it directly by grabbing a fist full of my hair, pulling me to my feet and down the hall to the bedroom.
He threw me face first onto the bed. I quickly began to turn myself around to face him when he again grasped my hair and jerked me to the edge of the bed. “Undo my pants, you little slut. You little cock slut.” I anxiously began undoing his pants and released his hardening cock from its cloth cage. He used my hair to jerk my head up so I was looking into his eyes. They were black when he said, “Too bad HE didn’t get to enjoy this part of you. HE would have really liked what a great cock sucker you are.” And he drove my head down, propelling his cock into my mouth, slamming it into the back of my throat. He showed no mercy as he fucked my mouth and I drooled, gagged and gasped for air. He reached a moment when he held his cock, buried deep in my throat, stopping all oxygen flow until I was afraid I would pass out. Just in time, he jerked my head back and growled, “I wish HE could see the spit dripping from your lips and chin. I am sure HE would LOVE it.”
He tossed me backwards onto the bed. He walked around to the other side, grabbed one of my arms and jerked it up to the edge of the mattress. He retrieved the metal handcuffs and secured my hands, stretched above my head, to the mounted headboard. He then scurried down to lash both ankles to opposite corners at the foot of the bed, pausing momentarily to admire his handiwork.
He then went into the chest and returned with his specially designed pussy paddle. It is made of wood, thin and streamlined, wickedly fast and hurts like a mother-fucker. He roguishly commented, “I know how much your pussy loves attention and I see that you have not gotten enough today. I think I would like to help you with that. I know HE asked for the belt, but I am sure if HE knew about this, HE would have chosen it instead. Besides, it’s what I want to use.” He then proceeded to whip my pussy until it was fire-engine red, swollen and tears were streaming down my face. He stopped, looked directly into my crying eyes, and walked out of the room.
When he returned, he sarcastically said, “Oh Baby, does it hurt? Here, let me cool the sting.” He produced an ice cube and gently rubbed it across my aching lips. He then suddenly thrust it deep into my pussy. Quickly followed by another and another. Growling again he said, “Now hold those good and tight until they melt you little slut. You took one for HIM, so you will do three for ME!” I gritted through the icy pain as water began to dribble, then trickle, then stream out of my wicked hot hole until my ass laid upon a giant wet puddle.
Sir quickly untied my bound ankles and pushed my feet up tight to my ass, knees pointing straight up to the heavens. He leaned over me, placing his face close enough to touch mine and commanded, “Don’t move your feet from where I just put them you greedy, hungry little bitch. I’m going to fuck you now, very hard.” And he positioned his rock hard cock at my wet, nearly numb opening, and thrust it in so hard and so deep that I gasped for air to relieve the sudden pain and shock. He began to pound me rapidly and mercilessly, so fast and furiously that I suddenly felt a tidal wave wash through me as a gush of juices poured from me that would later show to have soaked through several layers of bedding to the mattress below. Mere seconds later, with one hand around my throat and the other coming down in a stinging slap across my face, my cunt was filled with the full force and load of his body wracking release.
He continued to bring me to orgasm over and over and over again, using his fingers, fist, tongue and talented lips. Finally, I begged him to stop and he mercifully complied. I almost instantly drifted off into a completely spent, sated and satisfied slumber.