She checked her watch and placed it on the bed, undid the belt of her satin robe and discarded it, and knelt on the carpet facing the window, head bowed, waiting for him. He had said she must wait for 5 minutes but have no means of tracking those seconds except within her own head. She thought of what she had asked of him, what he had promised to give, and his request that she submit first, allow herself this abdication of control. He had promised her pain though, pain she had been unable to receive, but for which she was desperate. The litany of flogger, paddle, crop and cane ran through her mind, and her damp pussy became awash with her juices in moments, as she waited, alone, patient, desperate. Still, she was waiting for his first touch.
Surely this was more than 5 minutes. Maybe he was delayed. But she remembered he had said her phone could be left on for now to reassure her, although he claimed notoriously punctuality. Her legs were beginning to tremble, not from any physical stress of her position but from her emotional turmoil; rampant lust mixed with doubt… and fear she now acknowledged. Fear of whether she could in fact take what she wanted to experience.
A sound. Footfalls muffled by the carpet outside, the keycard in the lock! She heard him move into the room, and was desperate to see him, but she kept her discipline as he had said she should, her head remained bowed, eyes fixed on the carpet before her. She heard what must be a bag plop onto the bed and then she heard that lovely dark voice.
‘Grace. You are stunning. Even the beautiful pictures you sent me came nowhere near doing justice to the vision I see before me. I am singularly blessed that you chose me as your partner.’
She heard him getting closer as he spoke, his shoes and chinos appeared in her vision.
‘Raise your head and kiss me.’
She obeyed joyously, seeing him drop to one knee before her, quickly noticing his broad chest, wide shoulders, and lovely beard. An impression of brown sensitive eyes were all she had time for before his lips were softly brushing against hers, slowly inviting, pressing gently. He smelt of spice and dark sex, his taste was rich and full. Slowly, their mouths opened to each other, tongues met, embraced, chased, slowly, then with more purpose. She felt herself melting at this kiss, becoming a flowing, pulsing entity as he stirred her with his presence and touch. Only half-aware it was happening, her lips were becoming firmer and he matched her, not trying to dominate, just seeing what she liked it seemed. After what felt like a delicious age, she felt the pressure lessen along with the pace, and he moved to kiss her eyelids. Never before had she felt so full of energy but almost weak enough to faint.
‘Such beautiful eyes. I look forward to seeing them in many different moods, but for now I must forego that pleasure and ask you to look downwards again.’
This time her compliance met an inward reluctance but this did not slow her actions. He moved up and back towards the bed. That was the bag opening she thought, a little rummaging, and he is returning, going round behind her.
‘You desire restraint but your experience has been limited, let’s introduce you to cuffs. Stand for me Grace, and put your hands behind your back.’
She felt his strong hands guide her wrists into leather, and support her arms as the straps were tightened. Then she felt movement and heard metal click. He backed away a little and stayed still. Her hands were fastened together, cuffs on her wrists, and the sensation was so much greater than could be explained by the leather. She was bound, bound by him, bound to him.
‘Beautiful. Just so sexy and tempting, that arse really does cry out for the full treatment. Kneel again for me Grace.’
The silence grew as she achieved the required posture, it endured.
‘Remember you told me how this proposal of mine turned you on? That you would wait and wait as I watched? And that as you waited you would be more and more turned on? Let us test this remark of yours.’
Silence reigned again, as he moved to a position over to her left, out of vision as he sat in the chair she knew was there. She waited.
And it was as she had said.
She could still feel him there, the strength of his regard, and she believed his words that he found her beautiful, that he wanted her. He had always said this, but there was no faking that kiss. It had left her breathless. Her yearning for him was an aching fire, threatening to swamp her pussy and turn her legs to jelly… and he had hardly touched her yet.
She so wanted him, it had been building ever since she first read more than one story at a sitting. She did not care what he did, for she knew instinctively that she would love each and every nuance, every twist and turn, every demand, every offer. So she knelt still, offering herself completely. And waited as her passion took her over, but still she held.
His wonderful strong voice softly penetrated her erotic haze.
‘Grace, I am so proud of you. I can see just how turned on you are. Just waiting for me, you can make into the most wonderful pleasure for yourself. This is a great talent. One to be celebrated and nurtured.
Let us take you fully into the world of restraint, as you desire, and let me give you a little surprise before I begin to spank you. Would you like that?’
‘Oh yes,’ oh God yes she thought.
So saying he came to her, held her wrists and her arm as she stood, helping her to overcome her unsteadiness.
‘First let me disconnect these,’ he separated the cuffs from each other, allowing her hands to come to her sides. ‘Come and kneel on the bed, here. With your feet still near the bottom of the bed here, and your hands spread on the covers before you.’
She saw the other cuffs near the foot of the bed, and divined their destination. She noticed the restraints near them, and the longer straps coming from the edges of the headboard. With her pussy already so wet it seemed incomprehensible that this was exciting her further, but there was no denying it. Just like she knew there would be no denying him. Absolutely anything he asked she would give, she knew this. And still he had hardly touched her.
As she mounted the bed she almost came when she brushed one of the cuffs. Fuck. What was going on. Her labia were so distended and her pussy so wet, it felt heavy.
And the simple praise sent such thrills coursing through her. She felt him attach a cuff to each ankle, stroking her skin softly as he applied them. His touch was delicious agony.
‘A little wider.’ She spread her knees apart and her feet, and then she could feel him attaching the cuffs to the straps. ‘Now for your wrists again.’
He took a pillow and placed it on the bed before her face, about level with her chin, as she pushed her hands forward so she sloped down from her hips. In this position he connected these cuffs and tightened the straps. At the moment she could now rock her hips forward if she needed, but could do little else.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head up and tilted it sideways, the shock and lust filled her eyes.
‘So beautiful,’ he stroked a finger oh so gently along her jaw and over her cheekbone, so different from the lovely pain in her scalp. ‘That pussy looks oh so hungry, and so swollen and wet. Let us see if we can make it more so.’
He disappeared for a moment and the she felt something over her pussy, from mound down to below her cunt, cupping it and smeared in lube. She heard a noise and pressure pulled her pussy into the device. This must be a pussy pump.
‘Tell me when it begins to get uncomfortable, I believe this is the first time you have tried a pussy pump.’
Another noise and the suction began to be difficult to endure.
‘A bit too much,’ she gasped, causing him to reduce the pressure a little.
‘Now we shall leave it to do its work for a while, as I get out the instruments I have chosen for your instruction and show them to you.’
He pulled his bag onto the side of the bed and reached within.
‘Now. Have you decided on your safe word?’
‘Ah you decided to stick with that. Sounds good. Easy to remember easy to say, easy to hear. And a vision of heaven. How apt in your case’
She had to smile, he was always doing this, showering her with compliments. It took a little while for her to realise he really did mean them.
The first spanking paddle appeared, pink satin on one side, leather on the other. He turned it slowly in his capable hands, displaying it for her before placing it on the bed. Next was a handle and a shaft, with a top – a two-part crop, the head was leather and thin, adequately long – it would be wicked. A small rubber flogger was flicked gently before her, and then placed down. Another paddle, this one thick leather with studs, was set next to its fellow. She gasped when the heavy whip/flogger was taken from the bag. A big thick handle, substantial tails of leather, many of them, maybe 2 feet long, now draped over the covers. Others followed, a tiny box, maybe lipstick sized, that made her curious, another crop, heavy, leather tipped again, a real equestrian piece by the look of it, a simple 12” wooden ruler. Lastly, he moved away, and returned with a cane that he swished vigorously before dropping onto the bed.
The accumulation of possibilities was wonderful, her imagination played with the different sensations each could provide in the hands of this man who seemed to know them all, as he knew her, despite their circumstances. She knew this was why the display had been made, in silence. He believed that at crucial times, her body would know what she craved and cry out for it, once she knew what was possible and how she had reached her current level of fused pleasure and pain. Until then, he would be her guide, as he had been by message and email, and phone. She knew he would bring her pleasure even more exquisite than the delights of these last days. She desperately wanted this, needed it, as did her pussy, now even more swollen and madly sensitive.
‘How is your pussy feeling Grace my angel? Are you throbbing and hot? And wet as sin?’ He teasingly drew her attention back to her current focus of sensation.
As he released the suction and removed the cup, the surge of blood finding a new equilibrium was amazing, like suction or removing clamps on a nipple, but magnified, and in that even more sensitive area. She moaned before she could stop herself, but then realised that they were not currently playing the game of dominance to the extent that permission must be asked, and him addressed as Master or Sir. He moved to select the small rubber flogger and the satin and leather paddle. She waited.
‘Such a beautiful arse, so tender, such delicious curves.’
The lightest tickles began on her pert cheek, moving to the other, and back, and again, and down over the curves. In her current state she struggled not to ram her pelvis onto an imaginary cock. Soft satin surely now began a light rub, around the curves of her bum, the shapely sides, the tensioned buttocks. The first light blows landed and she shook. Not from the force of any blow, but from the joy. Not just the joy of this sensation, but also the knowledge of how much more was to come, how much she needed. She knew his awareness of her need for much more pain, more extreme heavy blows, but still he started this gently, and she could not credit the depth of her response.
The firmer stroking that followed was squirmingly divine, the tickling flicks of the flogger were light by comparison. Then he started in earnest, even firm blows of satin covered punishment, repeating themselves on her arse. He began on her buttocks, spreading upwards and round the sides as the warmth built in her arse, not yet a competitor to the fire in her pussy, but building. A pause, and now his naked hand smoothed over her arse, kneading her.
‘Ungh!’ Despite herself and her readiness, this blow caught her by surprise – so much harder. She caught her lower lip beneath her teeth as she stifled her voice as a second and third blow landed. And she was almost coming already. Two more blows and the tension throughout her body was unbelievable, the heat of her pussy and arse fired her convulsions. ‘Oooh.’ Thwack! And her pussy and her body shook in the throes of her first blinding orgasm in his presence.’Yeah, fuuuuck’ and moans of gibberish were shaken from her throat. She scarcely noticed he was spanking her still, harder as he knew she wanted. Little cries were coming from her unbidden. And it stopped.
‘Good girl Grace. Such a good slut, coming for me so soon. But you have so much more to give.’
Her blurry vision just saw him pulling the big flogger off the bed. Some part of her knew this might hurt worse, all of her knew she would love it.