24 Hours Part I – sfcitydom © 2005
As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:
“Good morning my love.”
He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.
“There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission.”
He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.
“You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. ‘Yes,’ which will be your last for 24 hours, or ‘No,’ to start your day.”
As he’s fucked her, he has repositioned her on her hands and
knees. . He knows her responses and body as
well as she does and can tell that she is close to coming. With his cock hard
and deep into her, he asks,
“What is your answer?”
He pulls her upright by the hair and releases his hand from her mouth as she begins to come.
“Yyeesssss” explodes from her with spit and snot and tears as if cum from his cock.
He replaces his hand over her mouth and slows his thrusting. He can feel her contracting as the orgasm fades within her.
“Very good. My girl.”
He pushes her flat to the bed with his body and turns her head to the right. She has that sub smile. The one you can’t slap off. That smirk of being owned and used and safe and protected.
“It is cold and rainy. What better way to spend a Saturday than naked in silence, serving your dominant?”
“Rule 1. The following rules stand for twenty four hours unless otherwise instructed.”
“Rule 2. No words. If I need to ask you a question, you will be able to answer it with a nod of your head.”
“Rule 3. You will do nothing without me telling you to do it.”
“Rule 4. You will stay near me at all times.”
“Rule 5. Where I walk, you will crawl.”
“Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return.”
“Rule 7. When I am seated, you will kneel at my feet.”
“Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom.”
“Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow.”
“Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose.”
He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his thrusting quickens as he comes in her. He rarely gives his cum in this manner. She usually wears it or tastes it.
“I want you to keep my cum in you. I will check later to see that you held it. Now go to the bathroom. You have ten minutes to be alone. I suggest you brush your teeth and use the toilet.”
She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom.
“All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum.”
She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman’s ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door.
“Leave the door open. You have ten minutes.”
She steps out of view, and he hears the toilet seat go down.
“I am listening,” he yells to her, and he hears her stomp her feet. “Does stomping your feet help you pee or keep my cum?”
He hears the tinkling sound of her peeing and soon the flush of the toilet. She appears in the mirror on the bathroom. She brushes out her hair and puts it in a ponytail. If she only knew, how much he loves her. Can she ever know?
“You have five minutes left.”
She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth.
“I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping them, and coming in them. Step back please.”
She steps back and be grabs her by the hair, in close and tight to the scalp and lowers her face to the sink. As he grasps her hair, he holds her down with his forearm across her back and parts her legs with his feet and begins spanking her ass.
“Remember, hold my cum. I will be checking shortly”
He starts slowly and softly, switching cheeks, and then building harder and harder. Right in the sweet spot neither thigh nor ass. Her ass begins to turn red.
“Now lets check to see if my cum is still in you.”
With his free hand, he slides two fingers into her. She is wet.
“Ah, yes.”
He removes his fingers from her and pulls her into a standing position.
“Legs together and turn to me.”
She complies and faces him. He pulls her head back by the hair, which opens her neck to him. Leaning in he begins kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck. He takes his cum soaked fingers, probes her mouth deeply, and tells her to suck them clean. She sucks his fingers as if they were his cock and it feels almost as good. With this simple sucking, he feels his cock harden.
“Please, kneel with your back against the wall, adjacent to the toilet.”
She complies and he stands just inches from her face and pisses into the toilet. He can see she is watching his cock. Knowing she will take his cock anytime and anywhere, he feels empowered. He reaches down and strokes her hair and face.
“Look up. Fuck, you’re beautiful. I love you. You are my favorite toy, my greatest pleasure, and my most cherished friend. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
She smiles and presses her cheek into his palm. He takes her hand, helps her to her feet, pulls her in tight to him, reaches down, and squeezes her ass.
“It is time for my shower. Please turn the water on.”
She readies his shower as he brushes his teeth.
“We can make this quick. While I wash my upper body, you can wash my lower half and pay attention to my cock and balls. There is a good chance you will be spending some time with them today.”
She smiles.
He steps into the shower. “Come on in.” She steps in. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.” She complies. He puts his cock in her mouth. “I don’t want to come. I just want it in your mouth as I shower.”
He leans his head back into the water stream and soaps up his hair. He fells her struggle to keep his cock in her mouth. He hands her the bottle of soap and washrag.
“Here. Wash my balls and ass with my cock in your mouth.”
She takes the soap and washcloth from him and leans forward on her knees. She squeezes soap on the washcloth, reaches around, and washes his ass. Then she washes his balls.
“Gentle”
He catches her slowly stroking his cock with her mouth and tells her not to even try. She obediently stops.
“Now wash my legs and feet and don’t tickle me.”
She puts more soap on the washrag and lathers up his legs. She has always told him how much she loves his legs.
He removes his cock from her mouth. “Now wash my cock.” He puts the soap in the palm of her hand and she glides it across his hard cock.
“Sweetheart. Clean it. Don’t jack it.”
With the shower nozzle, he rinses all the soap from his hair and body, and places his cock back into her mouth.
He steps back, and she follows with his cock in her mouth and with the shower stream landing on her shoulders, he reaches down, removes the scruchy from her hair, and squirts shampoo onto her head and he begins to wash her hair. He piles her hair on top of her head, making sure it is well soaped.
“Keep my cock in your mouth, close your eyes and lean your head back a bit.”
He begins rinsing her hair, slowly pushing the pile off her head and down her back, straightening it out with the shower stream.
“Put out your hand.”
He squirts soap into her hand.
“Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don’t masturbate! Just wash.”
She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouth
He pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her body. “Turn to your right please.” When he is done, and she is facing him, he steps in, kissing her as he adjusts the shower nozzle to slow, pulsing massage, and directs it at her pussy.
“I hate the taste of soap.”
She jumps as the water hits her.
He tells her to turn, get on all fours, and face away from him. As she complies, he positions himself to the other end of the shower and sits cross-legged on the shower floor, where he can scrutinize her ass and pussy peeking between her legs. He adjusts the shower spray to a fine mist, sprays her back, and slowly directs it to her ass and pussy. The spray is light, gentle, and warm. He moves the spray up and down, along her ass and pussy.
“I know you have masturbated with this thing before. I want your ass higher.”
With her ass high in the air, he adjusts the spray to a slow pulse and covers two of the three streams, giving him more control over his aim. He directs the stream at her asshole. The stream strikes cause her asshole to contract with the rhythm of the pulses. He slowly lowers the stream to her pussy lips. Then slowly, very slowly to her clit.
As the pulses of water strike her clit, her lips contract inward. He moves the stream up and down her lips, stopping for a moment at her clit. He asks if she would like to cum and reminds her not to use words. She quickly nods yes.
“Only when I give you permission.”
He slowly increases the pulse of the stream while keeping the movement along her lips steady. With the pulse at its max, he knows she can easily come if he desires it.
“Are you ready to come?”
She nods yes.
“Do you want to come?”
She nods yes.
“I want you to come for me. Now!”
As he grants her permission, he quickly turns off the hot water off and the stream is instantly cold. He can tell by her reaction that the cold water has washed away her orgasm.
Suddenly from her mouth “Fuck”
“What!” he exclaims, and turns the shower back to spray and starts spraying her with the cold water. “What did you say?”
He can tell by her body language that she realizes she has made a mistake. He turns off the water, gets out of the shower, and begins drying himself. He orders her to stand against the wall.
“And put your nose and tits against it.”
She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile.
“You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?”
He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack.
“You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten.”
She nods yes.
He again twists the towel and wets the tip on the shower floor. He measures his stroke once and then unleashes the crack on her ass. Striking her on the left cheek, she jumps and he can hear her muffled cry. The strike instantly starts to welt up.
He picks up a towel.
He sees her take a deep breath and her shoulders shutter as she struggles not to cry. He puts his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him, and tells her that it is all right to cry. With that, she begins to cry, he wraps her in a towel and holding her tight. He can feel her body convulse within his embrace. She buries her face into his chest.
“Sweetheart. Why are you crying so hard?”
With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at him, and he wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead.
“Was it the strike?”
She shakes her head no, as she looks down.
“Is it that you failed by talking?”
She looks up, nods yes, and sucks a breath as she continues to cry. With his hand, he soothes the welt on her ass and tells her that the welt will serve as a reminder for the rest of the day. He wraps a towel around her hair and tells her to dry him off. She quickly gets on her knees to dry him. She starts with his feet, moving up to his ankles and legs, and then proceeds to his cock, balls, and ass. He sits on the toilet so that she can dry his upper body and his hair.
“Thank you. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry
it.”
As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.
“Are you ok?”
She nods yes.
He rolls her onto her side facing away from him, puts his arms around her, and pulls her in close as he spoons her. She coyly pushes her ass back into his cock, but he lets this infraction slide as they lay there quietly.
As she lies there dutifully, he slips into a bit of a sleep. Twenty minutes pass, and he wakes and kisses her cheek. She grinds back into his cock. He slides his hand onto the welt on her ass.
“Sweetheart. I let it slide the first time. Don’t push your luck.”
With that she stops.
“While you will be naked all day, I need to get dress.”
He gets up from the bed.
“Now get your ass up and fetch my clothes. You can walk
while fetching them. I want
She jumps up out of bed, walks to the closet, and retrieves
the belt, boots, jeans, t-shirt, and socks. She returns and lays them out
neatly on the bed. Then she retrieves the watch from the side table and hands
it to him and he puts it on. She stands there handing him is clothes as needed.
He catches her looking at him as pulls his clothes on when their eyes meet and
she blushes. He tucks the shirt into the
He tells her to kneel at his feet. She complies and looks up at him. He hands her his boots.
“Lace them up and tie them tight.”
As she laces the boots, he reaches down and strokes her hair. He realizes how wonderful it is to have this smart beautiful woman naked at his feet. She is very exact in her lacing of the boots. They are both boot sluts.
He looks down at his boots.
“I think they need a shining.”
She moves as if to stand.
“No, use your pussy.”
He takes his right boot, spreads her knees apart, and works the toe of the boot between her thighs. She begins to grind her pussy against his boot, pulling the boot in tight and places her face against his knee. He pulls the boot from her grasp and pushes his left boot between her thighs and she begins to grind again. When she is done, he pulls the boot from her and tells her stand. He wraps he his boots around her thighs and pulls her close.
“Give me a hug.”
She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss. He reaches down and pats her ass. She jumps. He found the welt.
He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her collar. As he places it around her neck, he says:
“You’re my princess and my slut.”
She smiles, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am hungry.”
He gets up, and she falls to her hands and knees, following him. As he begins to ascend the spiral staircase to the main floor, she begins her climb up the stairs on all fours.
“You can walk up the stairs. That diamond plate will kill your knees.”
She gets up and walks behind him. They reach the top of the stairs, and she drops again to all fours and follows him into the living room.
A phone rings.
“It must be your cell.”
He picks up her cell and looks at the display.
“It is Laura, should I answer it?”
She shakes her head no; he opens the phone and answers it.
“Hi Laura . . . no she’s not . . . I am not sure. She said she had some errands to run this morning . . . I will be here all day . . . No she has no idea . . . I will tell her you called . . .Take care.”
He shuts the phone.
“It was Laura. She says she had to pick up some shoes she needs for this evening. I told her I would be here all day. Said she would stop by later.”
She looks up at him with a concerned face.
“When she gets here you will sit quietly on the couch. Naked. I will explain things to her.”
Her look goes from concerned to alarmed.
“I think she is much more hip then you give her credit. I am still hungry. Let’s feed me.”
To be continued . . .
24 Hours Part II – sfcitydom © 2005
“But first I need to fetch my newspaper.”
As he walks to the front door, she follows him on all fours. He instructs her to get in front of him so he can watch her ass as she crawls. When he reaches the door, he leans down, strokes her face and hair, and tells her to wait for his return. She grinds her cheek into the palm of his hand and lies down at his feet.
He opens the door and heads to the main entrance of the building. He retrieves his newspaper from just outside the main entrance. It is raining very hard out. On his way back to his loft, he runs into a neighbor.
“Hey Bob.” He says as the neighbor approaches.
“Hey. How’s it goin’” Bob replies.
“Ok, this rain is a drag. I wanted to take my bike out. I guess we’re stuck inside for the day.” He replies.
“Would the two of you like to come by this evening for dinner? Judith would love to have you two over.” Bob asks.
“Thanks. But, she woke up feeling under the weather and she staying in all day. I have her lying down as we speak and I promised her some tea. I need to get back.” He replies.
“Well she is bound to get better.” Bob states.
“That I’m sure of. Have a good day Bob” He replies.
He heads back to his loft. He opens the door; she looks up at him and smiles. He crouches down.
“I ran into Bob, he asked if we would like to come over for dinner this evening. I declined. I told him you were not feeling well. I didn’t think you would want to sit around naked and not able to talk. So, I told him to stop by later and you would blow him.”
She shakes her head no. Her lips are tight and he can see she is trying not to laugh.
“What is so funny? You can’t picture lawyer Bob with his khakis around his ankles while you’re blowing him.”
She shakes even more with his commentary.
“With me banging Judith from behind with a plug in her ass”
She takes a breath and starts to laugh.
“Stop laughing!”
She continues to laugh.
“Get the fuck up and on you knees!”
She quickly stops laughing.
“Kneel facing me with your back against the corner.”
She quickly complies.
With her confined in the corner, he firmly grabs her by the throat. Tilting her head back and looks into her eyes.
Sternly he says, “When I tell you to quit doing something, I expect you to stop.”
He pulls his cock out, and shoves it into her mouth. She naturally reaches up to take a hold of it.
“Hands by your side. I just want to use your mouth. The next time I say stop you will.”
She nods yes.
“Good.”
He pulls his cock from her mouth, placing it back in to his pants, and walks to the kitchen.
“Now come along. I’m hungry.”
She crawls behind on all fours. He tells her she may stand in the kitchen while preparing his breakfast and he walks into the living room, sits down on the couch and switches on the television.
“I want two poached eggs, a large bowl of granola, double cappuccino, a tall glass of water, and cut up that large papaya. Make the cappuccino first. You can make some tea for yourself and you may enjoy your tea while preparing breakfast.”
She begins to make his cappuccino, and then starts the water for the eggs and her tea. As she starts steaming the milk, he gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. As he enters, she turns and hands him his cappuccino. He thanks her and she smiles. She prepares her tea and lowers the water to simmer. She sips her tea before she begins slicing up the papaya.
“There are 20 hours of motorcycle and car shows recorded. We are going to have so much fun sitting around watching the television.”
She rolls her eyes with his words. He reaches down, grabs the welt on her ass, and pinches it. She yelps and jumps with his pinch.
“You will sit and watch television with me and enjoy it. And if I have to I will put my cock in your mouth.”
She smiles.
He returns to the couch as she finishes preparing breakfast and he begins to watch one of the recorded car shows. He tells her to bring the food over on a tray and that she can walk to the couch. She walks over and places the tray on the coffee table. He tells her to kneel facing away from her, he secures her wrists behind her back with leather restraints and repositions her on her knee facing him.
With her kneeling before him, he takes a piece of papaya and consumes it.
“Mmm, Perfect! Are you hungry?”
She nods yes.
“I think we will start with some papaya.”
He takes a spear of papaya, leans into her, and slides the spear between her legs. She jumps as the spear slides along her clit.
“Cold?”
She nods yes.
He takes the spear and offers it to her. She opens her mouth and he pulls the papaya back. He tells her to beg for it as he holds it above her. She lunges for it and he mashes it into her mouth. Juice drips from her mouth as she swallows the papaya. He offers her another piece of papaya and she lunges at it catching his finger with her teeth.
“Ouch!”
She looks up at him with sorry in her eyes. He leans into her, just inches from her face, and eye to eye. He reaches down, pinches her nipple firmly, and holds it. She squirms and squeaks trying not to make a sound.
“Now lets try this again.”
He takes another piece of papaya.
“Open your mouth.”
He slides the spear half way into her mouth and then he mashes it into her face. She swallows what portion she can and wears the rest.
“Look at my messy little girl.”
He picks up a piece for himself and eats it.
“Mmm, fresh, sweet, and juicy. Just the way I like ‘em.”
She smiles at him.
“Want an egg?”
She nods yes.
He takes one of the poached eggs and eats it.
“Done perfectly. Poached eggs are so much better then fried.”
He picks up the other egg by the edge with his fingers. It is poached just enough to hold together. He tells her to open her mouth and she complies. As he lowers the egg, he can see the white straining to contain the yoke. He lowers the egg partially into her mouth and then he tells her to take a bite. She complies and the yoke sills out across her lips and down her chin and neck. She swallows and he tells her to open her mouth and he feeds her the rest of the egg.
With her a mess, he sits back and enjoys his cappuccino as she kneels dutifully at his knees.
“You know you’re a very lucky girl. Because, you have a very happy dominant.”
She smiles.
He picks up the bowl of granola and starts to eat it.
“Do you want any?”
She nods no.
He continues eating and watching his show.
“That is enough for me. Are you sure you don’t wants some.”
She nods no.
He puts the bowl back on the tray, picks up the glass of water, and takes a drink.
“Do you wants some water?”
She nods yes.
He offers her the glass, she places her lips on the rim, and he slowly raises the glass to help her drink. A bit of water slips from her mouth as she drinks.
“Do you want anymore to eat?”
She nods no.
“Ok. Lets clean up.”
He places the dishes back on the tray and picks it up as he stands. With her wrist still restrained behind her back, he reaches down, takes her by the forearm, and helps her to her feet. They walk to the kitchen, where he places the tray on the counter.
“You’re a mess, lets clean you up.”
He retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom. He turns the water on in the sink testing that it is not to hot and wets the rag. With some force, he washes her face, neck, and breast. She grimaces a bit. Nevertheless, he continues. As he finishes, he gives her a kiss.
“Now my girl is all clean. Turn around please.”
She complies and he removes the restraints from her wrist.
“You need to clean up the kitchen. Empty the dishwasher and do the dishes. However, I want you to do it as quietly as possible. Every time you clank something; pots, silverware, dishes, whatever, I will smack you on the ass with a wooden spoon. And one other thing, you have fifteen minutes to get it done.”
She looks at him with concern.
“Starting now. Remember. Quietly.”
She opens the dishwasher and starts removing the dishes and placing them in the cupboard. She is very careful and methodical about it. Nevertheless, as she places a plate on top of another plate in the cupboard, it makes a clanking sound.
“Hands on the counter and present your ass to me.”
She complies and he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon. She squeaks with its impact.
She continues emptying the dishwasher. Now he begins to tease her. He stands close to her as she works, sliding his hand on her ass and between her legs.
“Why is your pussy wet?” As if he doesn’t know.
She gives him a look and a smile.
She clinks a glass against another as she puts away in the cupboard.
“Assume the position.”
She assumes the position and presents her ass to him. He rubs her ass and slides his fingers between her legs, he feels her pussy, which is soaked, and he slides two fingers into her. She arches her back opening herself to him. With his fingers inside her, he strikes her ass with the spoon. With the strike, he feels her pussy tighten around his fingers. He with draws his fingers and she continues with her task.
Quickly and quietly she finishes emptying the rest of the dishes from the dishwasher, all that is left to put away is the silverware. She looks at it troubling.
“Yes. Silverware. Now that may be somewhat of a problem. How are you going to put it away with out making a sound? I’m not going to smack you while you’re putting the silverware away. I will simply count the number of times you make a noise. In addition, I want you to keep track. The difference between your count and my count will be added to the highest of either of our counts. So it is in your best interest to keep an accurate count.”
She reaches down and begins to pick up the silverware basket. It clanks.
“One”
She gently carries the basket and lays it down on the counter adjacent to the silverware drawer. It clanks.
“Two”
She shakes her head as she opens the drawer. She removes the silverware from the basket as if a thief. However, she still clanks some of the silverware as she puts it away.
“I hope you’re keeping count. By the way, you have nine minutes left. For a every minute over the allotted time, you will be spending 10 minutes in the bath room bound on the cold floor in the dark.”
She finishes putting away the silverware and she turns to him.
He tells her to use her fingers to show how many times the silverware made a sound. She flashes him thirteen.
“Are you sure?”
She looks concerned. However, she nods yes.
“I hope you’re right. Because, I didn’t count.”
She looks at him with dismay.
“So, it is thirteen smacks for you. Put your hands on the counter and present yourself.”
She complies and he begins, counting off each smack of her ass. With each smack, she jumps.
“Thirteen. Now finish up doing the dishes and wipe up the counters. You have five minutes. When you’re done join me on the couch.”
As she finishes up in the kitchen, he returns to the couch and informs her that he is still counting. Try as she might, she is not able to finish with out making six more clanks. However, she does finish on time.
“You made it with time to spare.”
She begins walking to him, as soon as she is out of the kitchen he tells her to get on all fours, she quickly complies and crawls to him. She kneels before him when she gets to the couch.
“Now, I want you across my lap.”
She climbs on to his lap. He strokes her ass with his hand.”
“I counted six more clanks and I’m going to add two for not being on all fours when you exited the kitchen.”
He tells her to rise up a bit. He slides his hand between her and his lap. He places his hand against her pussy, slides two fingers into her and gives her a smack on the ass. With the smack, he feels her pussy tense up. He grinds his palm into her clit and continues with the other seven smacks, all the while his fingers probing her.
“Do you want to come?”
She nods yes.
“Well, you have to wait.”
He positions her face down on the couch and hog-ties her wrist and ankles behind her back. He sits back down on the couch and places her head in his lap. He strokes her hair as they lay there watching the television. Another episode of “American Hot Rod.”
“Sweetheart. I’m going to spank you and rub your pussy during every commercial.”
She eagerly shakes her head with approval.
A commercial comes on, he begins spanking her ass and he reaches between her legs and rubs her pussy. She moans with his touch. He can tell that she is close to coming. As the commercial ends, he can hear her sigh as he quits playing with her.
“Never thought I would see you disappointed that a commercial was over. Should I use the TIVO to fast-forward through the commercials?”
She shakes her head no!
As they continue to watch television, he knows that she is waiting for the commercials. As the commercial comes on, he simply waits to see her reaction. A few moments pass and she begins to grind her cheek into his crotch.
“I know it’s a commercial.”
She continues to grind. He takes his hand and gives her a hard smack on the ass, then another. He turns off the television and unties her ankles leaving just her wrist bound. He gets up and grabs her by the forearm.
“Get up.” Tersely
She complies and looks at him confused. He holds her firmly by the arm.
“We are going downstairs.”
He pushes her towards the staircase, manhandling her, and almost lifting her off the ground as he escorts her down the stairs. When they get downstairs, he unties her wrist.
“I’m not sure how long we will be down here. I want you to get the pair of shoes Laura wants. Just encase she shows up while we are down here. You can walk to get the shoes.”
As she begins to walk off, he smacks her on the ass. She goes to her closet and he can hear her rummaging through her shoes.
“Sounds as if you have to many pairs of shoes?”
She pops her head out of the closet, looks at him, and shakes her head no. She fines the shoes and carries them back to him. He takes them from her, places them at the bottom of the stairs, and tells her to get on all fours and wait there.
She complies.
He walks over to his bondage bench and sits on it.
“Ok. Sweetheart, I want you to crawl to me on your elbows and knees. As slow as possible.”
She gets on her elbows and knees and begins her crawl. He tells her slower. She complies. She grimaces as she crawls across the cold hard concrete floor. She finally reaches him.
“You’re a very good girl.”
He helps her to her feet.
He has built the bench with her comfort in mind. It is padded and supportive. There is a dildo secured to the bench. He positions her on her belly with the dildo in her pussy. He places leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and fastens the cuffs to the bench with rope. He secures her torso to the bench using two belts: one low on her waist and the other right below her underarms. She is not going anywhere.
“Bob did say you were bound to get better. If he only knew how true his words were.”
He kneels at her head, looks her in the eyes, and asks if she is ok.
She nods yes and he gives her a kiss.
He places a blindfold over her eyes. With her secured and blindfolded, he begins to tease her. He takes his fingers and lightly drags them down her back across her ass. As he crosses her ass, he takes his fingers and taps the dildo hard. She rolls her head and tries to arch her back as teases her.
He retrieves a flogger from the closet and begins to use it on her. At first, he lets the strokes fall softly across her shoulders and down her ass. He repeats these soft sensual strokes several times.
Then he slowly increases the intensity. He begins counting has he strikes her. Each stroke is harder then the previous.
“…Seventeen…Eighteen…Nineteen…Twenty.”
With the twenth strike, he stops and kneels in front of her and removes the blindfold. He looks into her eyes. They are a bit glassy.
“You’re not going to say anything are you?”
She nods no.
“You’re a good girl.”
She smiles.
“Now, I’m going to put my cock in your ass.”
Again, she smiles.
He pours some lube at the top of her ass and lets it flow down the crack of her ass. He takes a well-lubed finger, slides it into her, and slowly, gently strokes it in and out. He feels her relax around his finger. With his fingers, he can feel the dildo in her pussy. He then inserts a second finger into her and again slowly, gently strokes it in and out of her. He feels her again relax and accepts his two fingers.
He pulls his cock from his pants and strokes it with some lube. He positions himself behind her and slides his cock around her ass hole. Then he places it against the opening and gently pushes just the head partially in and then he removes it. Again, he pushes it in, but this time the entire head. He withdraws and applies some more lube and places the head of his cock back into her. He grabs her by the hair and pulls it as he pushes the length of his cock into her. She moans as he slides into her.
As his hips touch her ass, the buzzer for the front door rings.
“Fuck! It is Laura. God Damn it.”
He withdraws his cock and places it back in his pants and quickly finds a plug and inserts it in her as a surrogate for him.
“I will be right back.”
He rushes pass the shoes and up the stairs. He gets to the intercom and presses the button.
“Yes.”
“It is Laura. Is she home?”
“No. She went out again. But, she did leave the shoes out for you. I will buzz you up.”
He buzzes open the door and he can hear the entry door close behind her. He quickly goes to the bathroom and washes his hands. As he is drying his hands with the towel, he hears a knock on the door.
He opens the door and there stands Laura.
“Hi, How are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m Ok. I have a date with a new guy tonight. So, were are the shoes?” She asks.
“Oh, Shit, They’re downstairs. I will get them wait here.”
He rushes downstairs, goes to the closet, and retrieves a different pair of shoes. He shows her and she shakes her head no.
He rushes back upstairs and hands the shoes to Laura.
“Ah, These are not the ones I wanted.” She says.
She starts heading downstairs.
“I’m sure I can find them.” She says.
To be continued….
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