I'm going to make tonight really special for her, I think to myself as I rush around the hotel room, making sure that everything is in place and ready for your arrival. I hear a knocking at the door and then the opening of the lock with the passkey that I had left for you at the front desk.
My breath is taken away by your stunning beauty as you walk through the door. I swear, every time I see you, you get increasingly more beautiful! I rush up to hold you and take you in my arms, keeping you close to me, the smell of your perfume - so sweet and overwhelming, I could just consume you right there. But all in due time, I remind myself.
I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, our tongues intertwining as we probe the depths of each other's souls. We pull apart, both of us with big smiles on our faces. You start to speak; I put a finger to your lips and quiet you, giving you a wink to indicate that all is ok but that I have something special for you. I pull a black blindfold from my pocket and tell you to turn around so that I may put it on you. I feel the tension and excitement radiate from you as I fasten the blindfold to your head. I take your hands and lead you into one of the bedrooms, not the main one you remember from the path that we take, but one just to the left of it.
I stop you and you feel my hands on your breasts. "Mmm so good," you hear me say, as you feel me take your hands and apply a pair of handcuffs to them. I make sure that they are snug, but not too tight... your hands will have many uses later and I do not want to damage them. I lift your hands high above your head and attach them to a chain and snap link, your arms fully extended.
You feel me brush against you as I lean down and apply cuffs to your ankles. Never before have I restricted you so and this excites you. "Now what am I missing? Ah yes- the dress," you hear me say and you suddenly feel the cold of my knife slip under your shoulder straps and cut the fabric away. You start to protest and you feel a soft slap as I tell you, "Do not speak slave, you are to be silent until you are about to cum, understand?" You nod your head up and down to acknowledge your understanding.
I cut your dress off you and then proceed to do the same with your bra and panties. Just after I cut your panties off, I touch your sex, it is so moist and warm. Your body is now nude, chained spread-eagled and blindfolded, and you are in a room with which you are unfamiliar. All you know is that I, as your Master, will take care of you, and that you are about to experience something new.
Your skin is suddenly filled with a warm sensation as I start to apply a lotion to your chest and buttocks, rubbing the lotion in circles, caressing your nipples and sliding my fingers all around your clit and pussy. A strong berry scent fills your senses and you feel the heat of my breath and warmth of my tongue rolling around on your nipples, nibbling them with my teeth as my hands massage your stomach.
I back away from your nipples, only to drop lower to lick your belly piercing. "That has me so excited my dear," you hear me say as you feel my engorged cock rub against the inside of your legs. Once again I back away from you and you are left wondering where I will come from next and what I will do.
You feel the tension on the chain being released and your arms get about four inches of slack, just enough to wiggle or fight against. "I love you Julie," you hear as the sudden sting of a leather whip smacks against your right ass cheek. "I truly do." And this time the whip hits your front left thigh, the strips of leather leaves behind a warm stinging feeling from the strike. Then your right thigh receives a hit, and then your left underarm. The movement of the air as it passes your head, causes you to flinch and move against your chains. "
But what is pain without pleasure?" I ask you and you feel the lips of your sex being spread apart. I slowly insert a vibrator between your lips. "Remember, do not cum, you must ask me for permission first, Julie."
"Yes M-" you start to say until my hand slaps your cheek. "You are to be silent slave!" I use the leather strips against you stomach, softer than what I do to your legs, mindful of your belly piercing that I love so much. You feel the whip hit your right ass cheek and then your left one and then the right one again, picking up speed and intensity, each strike a little harder and more painful. Your back is not immune to my hits as I start to add it into the hit pattern, right back, left cheek, right cheek, left back and on and on. The combined force of your struggles as well as the low setting of the vibrator has its effects on you and you cry, "Please Master, let me cum!"
"Not yet," you hear me reply and you feel my hand turn the vibrator to high and then my lips on your nipples. With a nipple between my teeth you hear me utter, "Now cum for me Julie, cum for me my little whipping slut". Your body shakes against your bonds as you start to cum, and you feel my lips against your clit, pushing you farther over the edge. Your pussy contracts, spasms, and violently pushes the vibrator out of you, the sound of it hitting the floor not audible over your moans, as my tongue takes its place in you. Your hips buck against my face as I bring you over wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure from my tongue. After a few continuous orgasms I pull my face from your pussy, my goatee drenched in your juices. Even with the blindfold, you know that I am smiling.
You hear the movement of furniture and then the lowering and unhooking of your cuffs from the chain as I push you to your knees and lean you over something hard and wooden. Your cuffs are reattached to something in front of you as you are now down on all fours, legs slightly spread.
"Now is the time for my pleasure Julie," I say, and you feel the head of my cock against the entrance to your pussy. You gasp as the width of my cock fills you and makes you whole again. Even though you have had it deep inside you before, you still gasp at the size of it. You wiggle your ass as I keep pushing all eight inches deep inside you, my hands on your red and sore asscheeks, massaging and holding on tightly. "Oh Julie, you feel so good, moan for me, beg for me to fuck you hard," I command. I start to work my cock in and out of you, working it in hard and fast.
The excitement of your orgasms and of whipping you has me almost ready to cum, but I want you to cum as well. "Master, fuck my pussy, it is yours, I am yours! Fuck your slave Master, please I beg you," you cry as I start to mercilessly pound your pussy. Faster, harder, deeper, faster, my fingers digging in your skin. "Oh Master that feels so good, I want to cum please."
"Yes Julie, cum for your Master, I want to feel you cum my slave". Your pussy starts to contract against me and I fight to stay inside you, working my cock so hard in and out of your pussy. I feel the hot seed rise from my balls and I reach around and grab your nipples as I start to cum. "Oh yes JULIE!!!" I yell as I cum, the hot sperm filling your tight pussy, mixing with your love juices as well.
My orgasm subsides and I pull out of you, and I move around so that you may lick my cock clean of both of our juices. Your tongue dances around my cock licking and sucking so hard, that it threatens to arouse me again. I lean down and kiss you, "Thank you my slave," I tell you, and then you cannot feel my touch.
You wait, not hearing or sensing my presence. What do I have planned for you next, you wonder and yet you hear nothing, you feel nothing. Your body still shivers from the spasms you experienced and you can feel our mixed juices seeping out of you as the smell of sex permeates the air, but I am nowhere to be found. You start to think about what you know of me and of whether I would leave you there all night... would I be alone when I came back? You try to think of what you could have done to received such a whipping tonight. Along that train of thought, many things come to mind that put both a smirk and frown upon your lips, for you know how wicked yet hurtful they were and you start to worry that your putting yourself at my mercy wasn't the smartest idea. Fear creeps in as you try at your bonds but to no success, this was obviously well thought out ahead of time.
You have no sense of time, you can't see any light and can't tell if you have been alone for five minutes or five hours as your mind has been in overdrive. Your body has cooled down from earlier activities and the cum that seeped from your pussy is cold against your skin, but other than that you are clueless as to how long you've been there. You hear footsteps and call out my name but you don't hear a reply. Your fear piques as you struggle to determine if those were my footsteps and get frightened at the thought of how totally fucked you could be if they weren't.
You hear a slight chuckle as your pussy lips are spread and two fingers are shoved into your still lubricated pussy and curled down against the nerves just inside and your body reacts once again. Warmth returns to your body as the fingers build a steady speed in and out of you and you feel a hand take a grip in your hair and pull your head back. You bite your lip, trying not to cry out in pleasure. I feel your body begin to shake and I withdraw my fingers, leaving you wanting more, your bottom swaying side to side, trying to find where I am.
Without warning, the whip hits your unprepared backside three times and you pull against your restraints, trying to dodge the next hit when your head is pulled up hard, long red hairs rip from your head.
"If you ever disobey or dishonor me again I will not be so forgiving- never fail me or us again! Do you fucking understand? You are a slut - my slut and you are to give yourself to no other without my explicit permission. And that is never going to be given - do you understand?" I yell at you, inches from your face. You can not only hear but feel the force of my words bounce against you.
"I am going to unchain you, if you want this to be over then get up and leave, otherwise stay where you are," I tell you in a much calmer voice, and you feel your restraints being removed. You can flee right now or you can stay, the decision is both easy and hard at the same time. You have a penchant for getting into trouble and that is going to cause you uncountable grief and pain if you stay, but my love and touch are more than you can bear to lose. I tell you to "make your choice", and you stay bent over the beam.
"Is that your decision then?" I ask you and your head bounces up and down as you say, "Yes my master, I was wrong before but will never fail you again."
"Thank you my pet," I tell you as I pull you up and hold you, taking your blindfold off as I kiss you. You feel safe in my arms, warmth in your heart at the thought that one would go so far as to test your commitment to this. I tell you to bend over again and you do without hesitation, but then you feel a small, lubed anal plug get pushed into your rectum and I tell you to stand as I attach a clit massager to your clit, ensuring a snug yet comfortable fit against your waist and inner thighs. I present you a box, that when opened reveals a long black dress, just the perfect color to contrast yet highlight your flame-red hair. You slip it on and it fits nicely and you wonder when or how I got your measurements so correctly. It is of a silky material and falls to just above your knees. The cut in front accents but doesn't reveal too much of your cleavage, and it gives me accessibility to all of you when I want it. I tell you that we are going out and you take my hand as I lead you out the door.
On the uppermost level of this hotel is a restaurant where only a few, late-night diners remain. You notice that it is almost 11pm and that would have put your confinement at almost three hours. The clit massager slowly vibrates against you; nowhere near what the highest setting would do but more than enough to keep you on edge and ponder my reasoning for it. We are walked to our table as heads turn to look at us. Your dress almost shimmers against the low light and my dark charcoal suit compliments it well. I take your hand and help you to your seat. You adjust your position a few times as you try to get comfortable with the devices assailing both your front and rear orifices.
After the waiter takes our drink orders, you watch me pull out the wireless remote to your clit massager and turn it up a notch. I watch you closely as you struggle with the mounting pleasure caused by the vibration against your clit. With a grin I ask you how you are doing and you mumble that you are doing well. I lean close to the table and slide my hand between you legs under the table and feel proof enough of how well a job the massager is doing... you feel the increasing wetness develop.
I can tell by your face how close you are getting and you ask me to, "Please Master turn off the massager." My reply is simple. "You are forbidden to cum slave." How cruel is that for you! While I eat, I watch you struggle to constrain your desire to cum. You glance worriedly at the other diners... your need to cum is so great now, "Please Master I beg you to turn it off, please I'll do anything for you to turn it off."
I just smile and say no. You struggle but have no control as your body takes over and your orgasm sweeps you away, your teeth tear into your napkin as you try to stifle your screams. You look up and see me enjoying your embarrassment and shame over cumming in such a public place, but enjoying even more your shame for disobeying your Master.
I pay for the bill, and without a word, I take your hand and lead you out of the room and to a waiting car. As the driver starts to move away my hand slides up your dress and I caress and play with your clit, pushing the massager hard against your skin as I turn up the speed once again. Every time you speak to stop me, I remind you that you are not to say anything, just obey, knowing how you could do nothing else after having failed me to your shame. You will strive to be a better slave, you think as I bring you to another multi-orgasm.
You awake the next morning in our hotel bed and wonder if it was all just a dream. Then you feel the soreness from where the cuffs pulled against your wrists, and the aches on your back and ass from the whippings. You smile and turn over, snuggling in my arms as you drift back to sleep.
Originally published in July 2005 - "Coming with a Bang!"