1 month ago. Fri 29 Dec 2017 03:01:52 PM IST
The Tracey Trilogy
Act One - Journey
Stepping out of her car, Tracey looked at the front of the rather plain uninspiring house and wondered if she had come to the right address. She reached into her pocket and read the details on the card again. Looking at the house number and nearby street sign she could see that she was indeed at the right place. She took a deep breath and after closing the door of her car and locking it, walked slowly across the pavement to the front gate of the house. She extended her right hand to undo the latch and paused.
‘I am doing the right thing here?’ she asked herself.
The nerves that she had been able to suppress during the long drive were starting to creep back. Her heart was beating strongly in her chest and a lot more quickly than usual. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Swallowing hard and taking another deep breath she pushed the latch to the gate open and crossed the threshold.
Tracey by taking this on the surface very simple step, something anyone who might have been watching her would have thought, was in fact, taking a massive personal step of self discovery and Tracey’s heartfelt hope was that she would be able to fulfil her long suppressed inner desires and needs by visiting this unassuming house.
A few weeks prior to arranging the visit that had brought her to number 22 Leitin Street, on this particular day, the front door of which she was now slowly approaching. For years Tracey had been battling against the desires and needs she had been told were wrong and perverted by the very few she had trusted enough to confide in, but finally she had given up fighting and had decided to embrace what she knew deep down she was. Coming to this address today was Tracey’s final step from pondering and talking, mostly and recently with Him, to actually making a conscious effort of will to start out on a journey that had been way too many years in the contemplation. This particular part of her journey, of preparation, was to end here today but also she hoped by visiting this house, that this would also be the beginning of a new journey and a new phase in her life; a much happier and fulfilled one.
As she paused at the front door, she recalled the phrase He had used, during their many hours of discussion, to describe this particular time....'You will feel like a small sailing boat leaving the protection of the harbour to set sail on the seas and oceans of many extremes of sensation. You may well feel unsure of the strength of your hull and navigation ability but as long as you have a need I will guide you like the strong, bright beam of the lighthouse that stands proud on the headland above the harbour.' She smiled as she recalled those, reassuring, words as they had appeared on the screen of her laptop computer. He had a way with words and after very many evenings, sometimes late into the night, she and He had formed an action plan to help her bring to life what she had kept hidden all these years.
Reaching into her pocket, she quickly texted a friend, who while not understanding what she was trying to do had agreed to offer her support and act as her ‘Protector, safe call.’ With the text sent, which included the time of her arrival and a rough time when she would text her to confirm the safe conclusion of her meeting at number 22. Having put the phone back in her jacket pocket, Tracey knocked the door loudly and firmly.
‘Too late now,’ she thought.
From within the house Tracey could hear someone approaching the door. The sounds of the latch being turned and then the door opened and He stood in front of her. Tracey felt her heart skip a beat as once again she looked into the piercing blue eyes of her ‘Sir.’
They had met a week ago, to test out, if the perceived online connection would transfer to reality and it had. Tracey had been happy that the online had been matched by the reality of actually meeting Him in the flesh and He had felt the same about her. They had then agreed to take a break and consider again but after a few days had passed Tracey had still been sure He was the one and after contacting Him by email He had also still wanted to go ahead; so today’s visit had been arranged.
“Tracey,” He said.
Lowering her eyes Tracey spoke, “Sir.”
He gestured for her to come in and she did and in doing so crossed yet another threshold, as she entered his house.
“Follow me,” he said turning and walking up the highly polished parquet floor; the soles of his brightly polished black shoes clicking on it as he made his way to a back room.
Tracey followed him and as she did she tried to keep her nerves under control. She trusted Him but still this was a huge step for her to take. As she walked behind Him she straightened her back up and decided to push any and all nervousness as far away into the corners of her mind as she could.
He opened the door at the far end of the hall and ushered her inside and then indicated for her to sit on a dark wood straight back chair. He walked round to the other side of a desk and sat down in a twin chair to the one Tracey now sat. He looked down momentarily before raising his eyes to look directly at Tracey.
“You are nervous,” he said, the words more a statement of fact rather than a question.
Tracey returned his gaze and wanting to be honest and after all honesty was everything, nodded and said, “Yes Sir,” she paused before continuing, “A little Sir.”
He put his left hand up to his face and gently stroked his neat slightly greying beard as he leaned back in his chair.
“You can leave anytime you want Tracey,” as he said this in a firm but friendly tone he pointed to the door. “If you want to leave now you can and no harm done.”
“I am nervous Sir, yes but I don’t want to leave. I have come so far and with your help.....assistance I want to go further, much further,” as she spoke she smiled hoping to reassure Him that she did indeed want to stay. Having come this far it would be a real shame if He changed His mind about her.
He smiled and stood pushing his chair back and as he did so its legs scrapped noisily along the wood of the floor; this sudden sound made Tracey cringe slightly. He reached into a drawer in the desk in front of Him and removed a number of A4 sized sheets of paper; which were held together by a large tight paperclip. He stood up and moved to where Tracey sat, handed them to her, along with a pen He had just removed from his trouser pocket and walked back to the table; where He sat on the front edge of it, facing Tracey rather than retaking his seat.
“You will find there the Hard Limits list we have discussed and agreed on,” He paused for a few moments before continuing, “Read through them and make sure you are happy, and if you are, sign at the top of the first page.”
Tracey looked up for a moment and then began flicking through the pages, studying them closely before saying, “Yes Sir I am happy, this is what we discussed and have agreed on.” Standing up she walked over to the table and signed it. Reaching out for the sheets He looked at her signature for a few seconds before adding His own, just above where Tracey had signed.
He then returned them to the drawer and walking to the door, indicating that Tracey should follow Him, which she did. Back in the hall He led her to a flight of stairs which swept upwards, smiling He gestured for Tracey to follow Him upstairs.
Looking upwards Tracey hesitated to put her foot on the first step of the stairs. The stairs were carpeted in a deep rich red colour and polished brass stair-rods held the carpet in place on each tread. Feeling her heart beginning to race again a line came into her head from where she did not know ‘With one small step big ones can follow.’ The stair case looked very tall and she felt very small as she began to climb them, keenly aware that she had probably taken too long in starting up them.
‘I hope He will make allowances for me?” Tracey wondered as she reached the landing above.
He was waiting for her and was the very picture of patience or so Tracey thought. He pointed to a room and said.”The clothes you are to wear are in there. Dress yourself quickly but making sure you present yourself to Me neatly with everything as it should be. I am a stickler for details Tracey.” He paused for effect, “Your belt should sit squarely in the middle of your belly and the seams on your stockings must be ruler straight. If you fail in this simple task I will have to punish you,” he paused again staring hard at Tracey, “Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir,” Tracey replied, “as clear as crystal.”
Turning Tracey walked over to the room and opened the door. Inside there was a dressing table with a mirror fixed to its back, a full length floor cheval mirror and a bed. On the surface of the bed laid out carefully were the clothes that Sir had mentioned. A white satin high necked pussy bow blouse, red satin high waisted pencil skirt, red satin set comprising a quarter cup bra, full cut panties, and a suspender belt, beside them a pair of barely black, lace topped seamed stockings. Just to the right of these a black patent leather wide cincher belt sat along with a pair of high heeled shoes; with at least 5 inch heels, these were also in a bright shiny black patent leather. Tracey walked over to the bed and stared at the clothes.
Sir had asked her to share her fantasies with Him and she had and one in particular had caught His attention. She had described to him in great detail how she would be a secretary coming home from work dressed in satin and high heeled shoes to find that her bed room had been set up for a photo shoot with her as the model. A surprise from her partner or so she thinks except that it isn’t.
Tracey had described in great detail to Him how on entering the room she sees the sheets of the double bed, normally white linen have been replaced by red satin sheets and placed carefully upon the shiny red sheet there are various toys, a flogger, riding crop and large black dildo. Beside these ankle and wrist cuffs in black leather, black leather and white rubber ball gag, a high necked metal and rubber collar, which has a D ring at the front. There are also a number of satin sashes and ribbons. In the far corner a tripod stands and fixed to its top a camera. All this Tracey had shared with Sir and more.
As she gazed down at the clothing spread out so particularly and carefully just for her, she feels her nervousness begin to evaporate, as she begins to feel excited and slightly turned on by what she sees here; in this room, in front of her.
Turning from the bed she began to undress, taking off the jacket, T shirt, shoes and jeans she had been wearing. Pausing for just a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror she feels fairly happy at the image of the woman that stares back at her. Good legs and ass, nice full breasts and long blond straight hair with full sensuous lips. Without thinking she pouts and blows herself a kiss and smiles broadly. However suddenly realising she is frittering time away she quickly removes her bra and pants and after walking over to the bed quickly but carefully puts the seamed stockings on. Tracey feels growing excitement as she attaches the suspender belt straps to the tops of the stockings lacy tops. Next she steps into the red satin pants, which as she picks them up she sees are crotchless. As the soft silky material slides up her stocking clad legs she feels herself beginning to grow wet and as they settle snug round her waist, she closes her eyes for a second and pictures Sir sliding his middle finger into her. Shaking her head she puts the quarter cup bra on feeling her breasts lifted, shaped and exposed at the same time. A little puff of cool air drifting across the room touches the bare skin of her nipples which grow slightly harder; already having grown a little hard from putting the pants on.
Tracey steps back in front of the mirror and the reflection now within the frame is that of a slut. A slut wanting to give herself, abandon her rights and simply be a toy; to be used and taken by its owner. As these thoughts echo round her mind she feels her body becoming even more aroused and the touch of the white satin as her arms slide into the material, then the rest of her upper body, drives her even further into a sensory overload, as both the sensations of the lovely fabric and her current thoughts begin to overwhelm all her past reservations, struggles and self loathing about doing something like this.
After buttoning the blouse up and tying the bow at her neck Tracey then steps into the red satin pencil skirt and after zipping it up at the back and placing the belt round her waist she perform the last act in this transformation by stepping into the high black shoes.
With one last look at her reflection Tracey leaves the room and walks carefully, a little unsure of the height of the heels to the door to the room she knows she must enter. He waits beyond this door to transport her to places she has never been before in reality but visited many times in her mind, in her dreams and nightmares.
Carried forward into her fantasy, by her deepest desires manifested here, Tracey opens the door and steps in to it. There before her is the scene she described to Him, reproduced to exacting detail; everything sitting on the top of the bed, the camera on the tripod, a mirror like the one in the room next door and a tall backed black chair. These last two things are new but as she looks at the chair she pictures herself secured to it and Him taking photos of her in increasing states of having been pleasured.
Tracey moves further into the room and the door is closed behind her, she feels His presence and His hands on her body tracing the outlines of her arms with great delicacy, His fingers moving across the while satin with purpose. They just brush her no more but it is enough for her to move backwards into Him. She feels Him, his hardness, pressing against her bum, then His hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and caressing firmly. Tracey feels her legs go weak and she leans further back into Him, his hands moving across her chest up to her face, dragging a black satin blindfold.
Tracey closes her eyes as the black soft fabric gently brushes her skin and then is placed over her eyes and tightened behind her head. On opening her eyes she sees that the satin will allow her a little glimpse of dim images, no more than outlines and shapes but enough to make what was to come, even more of a thrill. ‘Seeing something without knowing exactly what it is.’ She thought, ‘will just add to this all the more, oh Sir you are so clever.’
Tracey felt His hands on either side of her waist, a gentle but firm pressure guiding her further into the room. Suddenly she feels him undoing the bow at her throat and pulling her hair upwards and placing something round her neck. It takes her a few seconds to realise that it is the collar from the top of the bed. She feels him pulling the strap through the buckle and tightening it.
She had not been sure how she would feel when someone had placed one round her neck and the fact that she is feeling weak in the legs and her mind is swirling with images, surprises her. As Tracey stands there she recalls the time she had put one on, having ordered it over the net. However trying it on, putting it round her own neck, by her own hands had produced no emotion within her. The difference now, is that it is being placed round her neck by another; by her Sir. This realisation produces a slight feeling of euphoria and the resulting light headedness means she leans back against Him.
He felt firm and strong behind her and Tracey wants to touch him badly but she doesn’t, instead she uses the slight pause to steady herself. He must have sensed this as Tracey feels His hands on her back and they discreetly and silently help to right her. He has said nothing but walks away from her. She hears his feet moving away and then back again but not to stand behind her, instead she feels that He was now kneeling, the firm but gentle touch of His hand on her right ankle and the cool leather that He has secured there confirms he is kneeling. He then secures another ankle cuff on the other ankle.
“Extend your right arm,” He suddenly says.
Tracey extends her right satin covered arm and after a few moments she feels him gently brushing the underside of her wrist as he moves the sleeve of her blouse back slightly, then comes the caress of cool leather as He places a cuff round her wrist. He then asks her to extend the left arm and He repeats the same thing as he had done to the right one.
“Put your arms behind your back.”
Tracey has never had her arms secured behind her before but she has fantasised about this moment for years. She hears the click of a grab claw hook going into the D ring on her right wrist cuff and then both of her wrists are pulled together as another is secured to the D ring in the left wrist cuff. He begins to caress her arms running the finger tips of both hands up from her wrists along the inside to the outside and up to her shoulders. He then stops.
“Open your mouth.”
Tracey felt a soft rubber ball go into her mouth and then straps are pulled back and tightened behind her head. She has just been gagged for the first time and she knows He is about to start. After all these years she is finally about to begin the next part of her journey.
Tracey gasps behind the gag as she feels Him cupping and caressing her breasts, as He used his hands to knead the underside of her breasts. As he does this he uses His thumbs to tease her nipples, which she can feel hardening beneath the satin of the blouse. He suddenly pulls on both of them and rolls them between His thumb and index fingers. Tracey moans behind the gag and the sharp pain of Him nipping her nipples makes her become even more aroused. She can feel the growing moisture between her legs and the increasing desire to feel something sliding in there but in the main she wants Him to just take her and take her hard. Suddenly He stops and guides her firmly towards the bed; or so she thinks.
Tracey feels him reaching down to the bottom of her skirt and pulling it up round her waist.
“Sit,” He says.
Tracey lowers herself, thinking she is going to be sitting on the bed but the cold hard surface that meets her bottom is that of the chair. Tracey feels herself pulled forward and her legs are pushed apart and then her ankles are secured to the front legs of the chair.
She moans behind the gag, partly due to the cold surface of the chair and partly in anticipation of what He might be about to do. There is a long pause before there is a sudden flash of light that penetrates the blindfold, then three more in quick succession.
‘He is taking photos of me,’ she thinks as she wriggles a bit. Tracey feels a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She had suggested to Him to take photos as part of the scene, as part of her fantasy but now He was actually doing it she wasn’t sure. Her thoughts of uncertainty are suddenly interrupted by feeling Him reach behind her, undo her wrists and then secure the right one to the back of the chair quickly followed by the left.
‘What now?” she wonders.
Suddenly a cold, buzzing object is slid down inside her pants. She feels Him pulling her pants open and His large hand inside finding her soaking wet sex and sliding the vibrator inside. The shock of it going in makes Tracey pull forwards, wriggle and moan all at the same time.
“Struggle if you like,” he says, “It makes it all the sweeter” Tracey can’t answer except to moan more as the vibrator’s buzzing length sends intense sensations into her body, sensations that are growing with each second. As the vibrator pulses away inside her He starts to caress and play with her satin clad breasts pulling again on her nipples. He then unbuttons the blouse and Tracey shudders as she feels pressure on her nipples, first the right one then the left. The pressure from the clamps that He has put there builds and builds and the sensations this produces; a mixture of pain and pleasure combines with the growing, spreading stimulation caused by the vibrator to sweep her upwards into an almost drunk state; as her orgasm begins to take her.
More flashes pierce the blindfold, many more, as He takes photo after photo. The pulsing of the flashes almost hypnotic as Tracey struggles to find away to ride the feelings her body are throwing at her mind. One after another they race across her like waves breaking on a beach, carrying her further towards a kind of ecstasy she has never know before or even imagined possible. So lost in these almost overwhelming feelings, that she almost fails to notice He has untied her and has picked her up and carried her to the bed. She feels the smooth satin beneath her and she begins to sink into the softness, both literally and metaphysically as it begins to lull her into a deeply relaxed state.
Tracey moans a little behind the gag as the vibrator continues to stimulate her clitoris and vagina. With growing awareness she feels it sliding in and out of her as He begins to move it in and out again. He varies the speed from slow to fast and fast to slow and as He does this He caresses her clitoris with his fingers.
Tracey’s vagina continues to produce fluid, not drying up as the silver torpedo moves in and out of her sex, another orgasm begins to build, starting far away in her body but building. He must have sensed this as He suddenly stops pushing the vibrator in and out. Tracey wants to cry out, “Please Sir, fuck me hard, use your cock Sir,” but the white ball gag which shapes her beautiful red lips into an O prevents her from doing so.
She feels him securing her wrists above her head, spread out to the corner uprights on the bed but expecting him to secure her legs Tracey is surprised He doesn’t. However this vague thought is lost in her increasingly growing new orgasm. Despite the vibrator only sitting in her sex and not being thrust in and out, it is still, slowly encouraging a new release of intense pleasure within her.
Flash, flash the camera goes again, far away, then close, then in her face. Tracey turns her head but His hand moves it back into position. He moves her feet upwards and then spreads her legs open; then there are more flashes of the camera.
“Please fuck me,” she yells behind the gag. “Please Sir,” she is begging Him.
His voice in her ear “When I want to slut!” he almost spits the word. “When I want to, you don’t get to decide.”
Tracey barely feels the bed move under His weight as he climbs onto it but she does still notice it in a far away kind of way and deep in her pleasure addled mind she hopes He is going to take her and take her hard. However these thoughts are rapidly being replaced by the need to ride the next wave. As it comes Tracey is nearly screaming behind her gag, as the next orgasm sweeps upwards to envelope her. As she comes close to her peek the vibrator is pulled out and hard flesh slides into her body. He pulls the gag out of her mouth, as He thrusts long, deep and fast into her and she screams.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder Sir, harder.....” her voice breaking as the orgasm finally breaks over her, this one more powerful than the last. As it does, with one final hard push, she feels His warmth explode within.
He removes the blindfold and sits on the edge of the bed smiling as he reaches above her and releases the wrist cuffs. Tracey is shaking slightly, spent physically and emotionally. She is aware of Him lifting her to him and He holds her tight against his chest. He strokes her hair gently and whispers to her.
“You have started your journey and made good distance today.”
Tracey looks into His blue eyes and smiles.
“Yes Sir I have.”
Still smiling His rich accented voice asks, “Do you wish to continue this journey with Me Tracey?”
Tracey does not have to think about this, every fibre of her being sings the answer.
“Oh yes Sir.”
The only thing He says is “Good,” but the smile on His face says so much more and Tracey buries her face into His chest with an unseen broad contented smile writ upon it. As He rocks her back and forward gently, still stroking her hair, she slips into a deep contented sleep.
Act Two - Instructions
He had rung ten minutes ago, giving her instructions as to what He required her to do and have ready before He arrived.
Tracey had followed them to the letter. She had gone and gathered up her uniform, white satin pussy bow blouse, seamed stockings, black satin suspender belt and matching panties but no bra, as Sir did not want her to wear one on this occasion, red satin pencil skirt, black leather belt and the black shiny patent leather high heeled court shoes. As instructed she had laid them out on the top of the large right angled sofa; underwear first followed by the blouse, skirt, belt and shoes.
The next instruction she was less keen to follow as He had asked her to strip naked and wait at the front door, kneeling in obeisance, which meant resting back on her heels, legs spread open, chest stuck out, arms behind her back, with hands clasped together and head just slightly down. This was in and of itself not the issue, it was that He had told her to leave the door unlocked and for her to be sitting directly in line of sight of the open door.
Tracey recalled her brief protest and Him telling her she would be punished for being disobedient. As she knelt well back from but in line of sight of the door, she sat back on her heels and as she did so she spread her legs wide open exposing her shaved sex to the front door of her home. Placing her arms behind her back she put her hands together and lowered her head to wait on His arrival.
As she knelt there she recalled the journey they were on together and their first meeting two weeks prior to this one. Tracey took a deep breath as she remembered all that had been done to her and all the inner turmoil of years of repressing what she was flooding to the surface and then being replaced by certainty, both of who she was and that Sir and her were right together. Tracey was sure that she wanted to travel this road with Him. Tracey closed her eyes and all the pleasure and sensation of two weeks ago flooded back into her mind. She had of course had time to process her experiences and relive them numerous times since then but despite the slight unreality of the experiences they were still as powerful now, as they had been then. Feeling her skin flushing, her nipples beginning to harden and the growing warmth and wetness between her legs she just wanted her Sir to be there and soon. However as she knew only too well now He felt patience was something worth practicing. “In my own time Tracey,” he would say, “not in yours.” She could picture His smile and the twinkle in His blue eyes.
The carpet felt nice beneath her naked legs but the fear of the door opening and it not being Him was beginning to rise within her. Why would the door just open? She kept asking herself. It never has before, why now? The fear kept growing and she felt her heart beat faster. She resisted the desire to look up at the door but the lower part was in her field of vision, it seemed to be threatening to open at any moment.
A new thought entered Tracey’s mind. Suppose he sends someone other than Himself? The though scared her but also excited her. Just as she was having that thought the door suddenly opened and Tracey saw the black shiny shoes and trousers of her Sir.
“Good,” was all he said, as he walked passed her.
Knowing better than to turn her head, Tracey continued to face forward with her head down. She could hear him in the other room and she heard him say,” Good,” again. A few moments later he opened the front door again and to Tracey’s horror He left the door a jar. She was tempted to move but despite the fear of being seen she found it exciting as well. The sound of the boot of a car being opened and closed came though the gap in the door. The door opened again and He moved past her, carrying a large wooden box, the brief glimpse she managed to get of it suggested it was made of walnut.
Once more he passed her and closed the door shut, firmly.
Tracey raised herself as gracefully as she could but stumbled slightly as the blood circulation came back. He stepped forward and steadied her, by putting his hands round her waist.
“Thank you Sir.”
A broad smile formed on his mouth but the look in His eye told Tracey that His catching her was not just for kindness, though He did regularly say He was considerate; something she knew to be true.
“Walk to the centre of the room,” the tone of His voice was firm.
Tracey obeyed, walking quickly but also precisely, stopping where she thought the centre of the room was. Despite this being her home she had never really given much thought to this exact position before. Knowing Sir’s penchant for precision she hoped it was the centre of the room.
Keeping her head down and facing straight ahead, Tracey waited patiently while He opened the box and began to remove things from it. She had good peripheral vision but she could not quite make out what He was decanting from the walnut box. Closing her eyes she hoped that the sound of His activity might give her a few clues as to what he was going to do. The amount of time she was standing for seemed very long to her and as she stood silently, with just the steady rising and failing of her chest, her only movement. Tracey’s mind, however was a whirl of anticipation and growing desire and her body was silently betraying her inner thoughts; as her nipples hardened further, her skin flushed and between her legs she grew wetter.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice that He was now standing behind her and had put both of His hands on her bum cheeks. Tracey closed her eyes as she took in the sensation of feeling her skin pulled taught as He pushed both hands across the skin of her buttocks, then the small of her back, upper back, shoulders and then over and round so that both hands were cupping her breasts. He was caressing and stroking them and pulling on her firm forward pointing nipples. Tracey moaned as he began to roll the nipples through his index and middle fingers, every so often nipping and pulling on them.
“I have a little present for them Tracey,” his voice was almost a whisper but it seemed to Tracey, to carry just the merest hint of menace. ‘What does he mean?’ She wondered.
Suddenly he was blindfolding her. She felt the smooth silky material drop over her head and slide over her eyes. He then tied it tightly behind her head. Tracey both heard and felt him move away towards the sofa she thought. Moments later he was back.
“Lift your left foot then the right.”
She did as He asked and she felt the smooth slippery satin of her panties being pulled up her legs and up round her bum. ‘He’s dressing me,” she thought. Tracey had never been dressed in adult hood by anyone; in fact the last time had been when she had been a little girl.
She felt the matching black satin suspender belt next being placed round her waist, secured and the straps being feed through the panties. The next thing was the stockings which he rolled up her legs and fussed about the seams being straight as she could feel Him positioning the fabric by moving it back and forward. ‘I wonder if he will punish Himself if they are not straight?’ she thought and then had to stifle a giggle.
The next thing she felt was two blows to each cheek of her bum. They were hard blows and despite the covering of material her skin still felt stingy after he had finished. He smoothed the fabric of her pants down and rubbed it for a few moments before standing up and walking away. On his return he had moved to her front and was playing with her breasts and nipples again. Tracey gasped loudly as she felt something with grip squeeze first her left nipple and then her right. The pressure was steady on both nipples and as well as that they were also being pulled, as there seemed to be some kind of weight on whatever was now attached to her. Suddenly the flesh was being pulled more and Tracey let out a mixture of a groan and a moan.
“You seem to like my present for your lovely nipples,” as he said that Tracey felt them tugged again. She had never had clamps put on her nipples before and what she was feeling now could only be described as a mixture of pain and pleasure. There must have been a chain on the clamps as after another firm tug He dropped it and she felt cool metal hit the underside of her breasts. The chain swung back and forward a few times before settling. Tracey felt slight relief when the motion ceased but also a sense of longing for the pulling sensation to start again. She could of course have moved her body in such away to start the swing herself but she was Sir’s to do with whatever He wanted, so she stood still. ‘His will not mine’, she repeated a few times in her head.
Once again he knelt behind her and she was asked to raise her feet one after the other. A skirt was being pulled up her legs, then buttoned and zipped up. He then placed shoes on her feet.
“Give me your right arm.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
Tracey felt the smooth satin slide up her arm as He was putting the white satin pussy bow blouse that he liked her to wear. With her left arm in and the front pulled together He slowly buttoned the front up but stopped just above her breasts. He had left the final buttons undone and the bow untied. Tracey felt him smooth the material of the blouse down and into the top of the skirt. After a slight pause a belt was put round her waist and tightly buckled up.
He was moving her slowly repositioning her and then the blindfold was off. She blinked for a second getting used to the light and she saw her reflection in the wall mirror in front of her; which was mounted on the wall to the right of the fireplace. She was not wearing the white blouse that she had laid out but instead an identical one in blue satin.
The material felt lovely on against her bare skin and the slight bulge of the nipple clamps behind the satin was quite alluring and staring at it Tracey felt surprisingly more aroused by the sight.
“Time to collar and cuff you slut,” he said as he stood behind her.
He knelt and secured the ankle cuffs to each leg then the wrist cuffs, each time pulling the black leather straps tight. Having finished he then stood behind her and spoke.
“Lift your hair.”
Tracey put her hands up to her head and pulled her blond hair upwards.
“Repeat after me, I am yours to do with whatever you want, to fuck, use and punish as I see fit. I am your fuck toy and I submit to you.”
Tracey spoke the words, “I am yours to do with whatever you want, to fuck, use and punish as You see fit. I am your fuck toy and I submit to you.”
“Good,” was the only word He said as he placed the black shiny PVC collar round her neck and secured it.
“Now button the rest of those buttons up and tie your bow.”
Tracey’s hands trembled slightly as she did the last few buttons up on the blouse and tied the bow at her throat. The top of the collar, could just be seen peeking out above the soft blue satin of the blouse’s high collar.
Tracey looked at her reflection and admired how she looked. The first time she had dressed like this she had put the clothes on herself but there was something powerful and sensual in the fact that this time He had dressed her.
“You look beautiful girl.” He said standing back, admiring her.
“Thank you Sir.”
He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. The sofa was a large one made up of sections and it formed a large L.
“Come here and offer me obeisance.”
“Yes Sir,” Tracey moved quickly to kneel before him, as she made her way to where he sat she saw for the first time the items he had been removing from his walnut box. They were spread out neatly on the surface of the sofa, to the far right of where He was sitting. There were five floggers of varying types, a riding crop, black leather paddle and a bright sliver vibrator.
Looking forwards after the quick glance at the Toys, Tracey lowered herself to kneel in obeisance before her Sir.
“I see you have noticed my new Toys Tracey.”
“Yes Sir I have.”
Tracey both loved and found the clipped one word answers, frustrating as they gave nothing away in regards to what He might be planning on doing next.
Sitting back on her heels, Tracey kept her head down but every so often raised her eyes to look into the blue eyes of her Sir. He was apparently deep in thought, perhaps planning what He intended to do next. However Tracey doubted that as she knew He gave much thought to what He would do during each of His visits before coming. She knew this as they had discussed some of these things by email beforehand. However He so far always left mysteries as to many of the things He would do. “No good giving the ending of the story away before I need to,” He would say to her.
“May this girl ask you a question?”
He smiled. “You may.”
Feeling suddenly bold Tracey with a mischievous smile asked her question.
“May I suck you cock Sir.”
He laughed warmly.
“You like sucking my cock Tracey.”
“Oh yes Sir I do,” she said smiling.
“That’s as maybe Tracey and I love your moist lips and warm mouth wrapped round my cock but don’t forget I decide what happens here or not. You don’t.”
Tracey lowered her head the smile fading as she replied. ”No sir you decide.”
“Good. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t Sir.”
He stroked his beard for a moment and reached out for her hands. Knowing He had decided to let her do what she had suggested Tracey began to slowly and gently rub the front of His trousers, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric. She slowly unzipped them and pushed her hand inside, while rubbing his balls too. Tracey looked up into His face and she smiled, feeling satisfaction as she noted the obvious pleasure written on Sir’s face.
Tracey pulled His cock out and began to move her right hand up and down while using her left to continue gently rubbing and massaging His testicles. Seeing his hardness growing Tracey kissed the tip of the head and ran her tongue down and then up the left of His shaft, before enclosing it in her mouth. She looked up into Sir’s face before moving her head up and down first slowly then more quickly. A little bit of salty fluid seeped out of the head and down her throat as Tracey moved faster and faster.
Suddenly His hands clasped the back of her head mid bob and held her there, before pushing her mouth as far down as it would go until her lips were touching the base of his cock. Tracey loved feeling his cock deep in her throat, being impaled on it and she relaxed to prevent herself from gagging on it.
“I decide when I cum Tracey, not you. After all we wouldn’t want to ruin things now.
Tracey looked up and used her eyes to say no.
He removed his hands from the back of her head and Tracey lifted her head and His hard shaft slipped out from between her red lips.
Gasping slightly for breath she spoke haltingly, “No Sir, I don’t want to ruin your fun.”
“Tracey I note a few areas of definite trying to Top from the bottom here.”
Tracey lowered her head knowing full well He was right.
Tracey raised herself and stood, to be followed a moment later by her Sir, who while standing up pushed His cock back into His pants and in one fluid motion zipped His trousers up again. He walked over to the floggers and picked two floggers up, one with short suede tails and the other black leather; with tails twice the length of the other one.
“Raise your skirt, pull your pants down, letting them fall to the floor but do not step out of them. Then bend over, putting your hands on the sofa with your arms straight and stick your ass out.”
“Yes Sir.” Tracey complied with his instructions and prepared herself. She knew he was going to use His new floggers on her bare flesh. However rather than feel the sting and thud of suede or leather on her bum she felt his bare hands impact on her. He struck her left cheek then the right alternating blows before stopping. Tracey’s skin was beginning to flush red and was thus ready to feel the caress of suede.
Tracey closed her eyes as she felt the tails of the flogger trail over her body. He dragged them over her back across the satin and then let them dangle over her shoulders, first the right and then the left touching her breasts and moving the chain that now dangled a bit from her nipples. Tracey moaned slightly at feeling the pull on her nipples once again.
He began to swing the flogger back and forward across her bare skin the tips just brushing her flesh. Tracey found herself focussing on the gentle brushing sensation, as the tips just skimmed over her bum. She felt the air moving faster over her bare flesh and the suede beginning to impact with more force and sting. Suddenly she felt the tails strike her hard, first the right check then the left then back the opposite way. Each impact shook her slightly and stung her skin. The tails began to strike her flesh in alternating blows.
Tracey felt herself drawn into the rhythm of the flogger‘s impacts and she began to lose herself in them. Suddenly the sensations stopped. She swayed slightly and two hands reached round her to steady her body.
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
“Good, resume the position.”
Tracey steadied herself. When the first stinging blow hit her flesh she could do nothing but yelp at the shock of it. He was using the leather flogger now the one she had seen that had less and longer tails, than the suede one He had just used on her.
The air moving across her bum now was more forceful and the tips of the tails were dancing across her bum in a figure of eight pattern, she moaned and felt herself falling into the sensations that seemed to flow over her like a wave. The tails struck her with more force on both mounds of her reddening bum. Again and again, the flogger struck her, each time alternating between the softer, more stingy figure of eight impacts and the weightier thuds that pushed into her body.
The flogging stopped. Tracey had lost track of how long He had used them on her. She thought it had gone on forever but in fact it had only lasted a few minutes.
“Will you be good now Tracey.”
“Yes Sir,” she said in a soft almost dreamy voice.
She felt His hand gently touch and caress the warm skin and gently rub it, before moving down between her legs. She was soaking wet and He pushed His right middle finger into her. Tracey moaned loudly.
“Ummm, you enjoyed that?”
“Yes Sir, I did.” Tracey looked back over her right shoulder and gave Him a, please fuck me look.
The finger which had sat unmoving in her pussy during their exchange began to move in and out again, slowly and then with more speed. He added a second finger to what he was doing and leant over her back rubbing against her red bum. Tracey moaned loudly at both sensations. She then felt his left hand begin to stroke her clit and she began to feel the early stirrings of an orgasm.
Sensing her nearing orgasm He stopped fingering her and unzipped his trousers, He pulled his hard erect cock out and pushed it into her. Tracey moaned a low throaty moan as she pushed back onto His cock. Grabbing her by the waist He thrust in and out of her deeply and then more shallowly, grinding up against her bum. Picking up speed His stomach began to slap against her bum with a load thwacking sound. Feeling Himself about to Cum He pulled out and slapped her bum twice.
“Oh Sir, please don’t stop.”
“I start and stop when I like, not when you like Tracey.”
Looking down at her He smiled. “I am going to have to punish you again Tracey.”
He moved over to the other side of the sofa and stopped to reach into His open box. He routed about in it for a minute and lifted a red rubber and leather ball gag out of it and another bright silver Wartenberg wheel. He walked back to her, the ball gag hanging by its black leather strap; a small brass pad lock at the end of the strap.
“Open your mouth wide Tracey.”
Tracey felt slightly nervous as He had not used that particular ball gag before on her and it looked a bit bigger than the normal white one. Despite her nerves she replied; not noticing the silver object in His other hand.
“Yes Sir,” as she spoke she opened her mouth wide.
Act Three - Dinner Date
He had picked her up in His car only minutes before and she now sat beside Him stealing a glance every so often in His direction, while He stared implacably forward, His only obvious interest the road ahead.
Tracey felt her breasts rising and falling very obviously beneath the tight white satin pussy bow blouse He had required her to wear. She had dressed for Him, as per His instructions, in her normal attire, her uniform as He called it and she had been kneeling behind the unlocked doorway of her home, awaiting His arrival.
When He had arrived He had simply looked her up and down, a seemingly casual, only cursory examination of His property and if there had been anyone observing this silent ritual they might have been forgiven for missing the amount of detail He was taking in; while running His eyes over her. Tracey was only too well aware that He saw everything and she always prepared as she knew He liked, nay demanded her to be for Him; her Sir. She dressed to His instructions and as exactly as she could but deep down she did it, not just to follow a list of rules, though she did that for Him but because she wanted above all else to please him.
Since their first meeting, chatting online and the previous few weeks of actually playing together, her submission to Him was growing in both depth and intensity. Tracey wanted increasingly nothing more than to be fulfilled by and through her surrender to Him.
She looked over at him once again and took in His features, running them through her mind and memorising every aspect of them; as she had done since first seeing a photograph of Him and on ever other occasion they had met since that first tentative exchange of pictures. His striking blue eyes, greying beard and even the way he was sitting at the wheel of His car and was driving it. Tracey took all the details in of this experience like she had every other one, so far on their journey together, in the way a sponge soaks up water. Tracey took in every nuance, savouring, processing and learning from them all. However the one thing that overrode everything was her almost overwhelming contentment that she was His, after years of struggle, she had found her Sir.
The car engine was whispering away, its tone changing only slightly as the gears were changed or acceleration applied or reduced and this sound and that of the road beneath the wheels of the car, plus their breathing were the only sounds in the car. He had so far not spoken to her or even looked in her direction.
Tracey smoothed her hands down the sides of the tight black satin skirt and felt the clasps of the suspender belt she was wearing underneath the smooth stretched material. Resisting the urge to touch or fiddle with them, she placed her hands, palms facing upwards, on her lap.
The last time they had met, a few weeks prior to today’s trip He had dressed her and had, or so she thought, taken longer to put the suspender belt round her waist, and pull her pants up her legs than it should have taken. His hands had stayed overly long in certain places and she tried hard while thinking about this not to smile too much or allow her body to react to the thoughts and memories she was having. On both counts she was failing as she felt herself growing aroused as she recalled him pulling her pants aside suddenly and thrusting His middle finger into her wet sex.
Tracey looked down and saw that both her nipples were poking prominently through the white satin.
He finally spoke, “Penny for your thoughts Tracey?”
Tracey tried not to blush but the spreading red on her cheeks and her nipples standing proud and hard, straining against the material of her blouse gave the game away.
“I was thinking about you Sir, how you dressed me last time we met and how your hands had lingered over certain parts of my body.”
“And you liked that Tracey,” He expressed this in away to make it very clear he was making a statement of fact and not asking a question.
However, Tracey responded as if it had been a question, “Yes Sir, I did, very much.”
“Good,” he replied with the merest hint of a smile on his lips.
A few minutes passed before he spoke again.
“Tracey, open the glove box in front of you and pull out what you find in there.”
Tracey reached in front of her and opened the glove box and pulled out the only thing that was in there, which was a plain black cardboard box. She placed it on her lap and waited for the next set of instructions. He said nothing and the box sat on her lap for what seemed an age before he next spoke.
“Open it and follow the written instructions to the letter.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
The lid lifted off easily and nestled among red satin padding was a bright silver vibrator and to the left of it a note. She lifted the note out and began to read it.
Pull your skirt up and slid your hand inside your pants and if you aren’t wet already frig yourself with your middle finger until you are. Once wet switch the vibrator on and slide it into your pussy and then pull your pants back across so that the vibrator is held in place by the pants. Once you have done that pull your skirt back down and smooth the fabric flat.
Tracey stole a sideways glance and noticed that He was smiling and smiling broadly.
“Yes Sir,” she said as she pulled her skirt up and under her bum a task made hard by the seat belt which stretched across her from right to left. She knew she was already wet but thought she would make a show for her Sir, despite the fact He had to keep His eyes on the road she knew He had excellent peripheral vision; so would catch some of the show she was putting on for Him.
Tracey slid her hand into her red satin pants and began to slide her middle finger in and out, a task made easy by the wetness that lubricated the length of her finger. She moaned slightly and turned her head to stare at Him while she fucked herself.
“Stop at once you wanton horny slut,” He shouted. “I told you to follow the instructions to the letter and you are improvising.”
It was obvious from the look on His face that He was really annoyed and not playing at it.
“I am sorry Sir, I was only trying to please you.”
“You please Me when you do exactly what I tell you to do, not what you decide to do, unless I tell you, you can. Understand?”
“Yes Sir. Sorry.”
“You will be Tracey, you will be.”
Tracey pulled her finger out of her sex and picked the vibrator up. She switched it on and it began to pulse firmly in her hand before she held it by the base and lowered it between her legs. Closing her eyes she slid it slowly in.
“Open your eyes slut and watch yourself pushing it in,” the tone of His voice was hard, with the merest hint of cruelty.
Tracey looked down and watched as her own hand pushed the vibrator fully home. As the silver shaft finally disappeared from her view, with just the black knurled base visible from between her thighs she pulled her pants back across; as instructed to thus obscuring it by the red satin. However a tell tale bulge in her pants and the gently rhythmic, almost hypnotic pulsing thrumming sound would inform anyone in the know that she had a vibrator shoved into her sex. Tracey carefully pulled the skirt back down and smoothed it as flat as she could. Having done this she placed her hands once more on her lap.
The pulsing within her body was spreading slowly through her, from her vagina into her anus and up her lower torso and this insistent physical force was beginning to push her inexorably towards an orgasm.
“Tracey, begin to rub, squeeze and caress your breasts and pull at your nipples through the blouse and as you do so rest your head in such away as you face Me.”
Tracey turned her head so that it rested on the headrest and turned her head to face her Sir and she began to do as instructed, running both her hands over her breasts, alternating between rubbing, squeezing and caressing them. The smooth satin felt lovely under her soft hands and the combination of what she was doing and the vibrator working away within her was making her already hard nipples harden further; so much so that they both stood hard against the fabric and poking through it in much the same way the ends of pencils might have done.
She pulled on her nipples, running them through her fingers, gripping and tugging. They were so sensitive that each action she performed on them produced a low moan in her throat. Tracey squeezed them hard and pulled them against the fabric she held them for what seemed forever before letting go. The effect was not quite as intense as the clamps Sir had put on them last time but letting go still made her gasp.
Looking at Him she replied with a low throaty almost moaned replied, “Yes Sir.”
The orgasm which had been far away was rushing upwards to envelope her body and mind and she began to embrace it when she heard His voice.
“Don’t you dare climax without permission slut, if you do I am going to punish you.”
“Sir,” her voice cried out in both frustration and as a question.
“No! When I say you can cum, not before.”
The orgasm was building and building within her and Tracey fought to hold it at bay, like a massive wave seeking to engulf her, she closed her mouth tight and griped the sides of the seat, extreme concentration written all over it.
“Cum slut now.”
Tracey allowed the orgasm to take her and it took her hard, she screamed loudly, writhing in the seat in such away, so that the seatbelt rubbed up and down across her breasts. Once finished she turned once more to face her Sir, who even from sideways on she could see was grinning broadly.
“I am going to enjoy training you to cum on command.”
He took His eyes of the road for a few seconds and looked in her direction and the look in them told Tracey all she needed to know. He was going to give her orgasm control training.
“Can I remove the vibrator.”
“No, but you can turn it off for now.”
Tracey pulled the skirt up again feeling slightly frustrated He had not told her to do this before pulling it down before. She pulled her pants sideways and holding it in her left hand she turned it off with her right. It being off now brought her a mixture of relief and disappointment. After pulling the pants back across to cover the base of the vibrator and her skirt back down she placed her hands in her lap once more.
“The driver of the lorry that just past us got a pretty good view of what you were just doing Tracey. Tut tut you really are a very bad girl.”
Tracey suddenly became aware of the occasional vehicle passing them on the road and with a mixture of horror and excitement realised that a number of motorists, white van men and others must have been passing all this time during their journey so far and may well have seen her.
Before she could give more thought to this the car came to a stop and she could hear the indicator clicking away. To the right side of the car across the road the impressive entrance to a restaurant and what looked like a boutique hotel stood. The car turned into the driveway and after a few moments had parked on the gravel car park that lay just to the side of the beautiful collection of buildings.
Without speaking He opened His door steeped out and walked round to Tracey’s door which he opened for her. Tracey unfastened her seat belt and climbed out of the car aware of the vibrator still deep inside her. She stumbled slightly as a loose stone slid from under her 5inch heels. He caught her and pulled her close to His chest. Tracey looked up into His blue eyes and found herself smiling, His scent filled her nostrils and she became aware that she was becoming aroused again.
“You really can’t help yourself can you?” He said looking at her nipples poking through the satin.
He pulled her close and squeezed her to His body and kissed her deeply and firmly, His tongue pushing into her mouth. For what seemed like forever they stood locked together. As they kissed she felt Him pull the breath out of her. Feeling herself slip slightly He held her up and then returned the breath to her. They parted, lips sticking together momentarily by the dampness on them. He turned and walked to the back of the car and opened the boot. He reached in and pulled a large shiny black suitcase out, which he sat on the ground while He locked the boot of the car.
Picking it up He walked past Tracey and headed towards what looked like the main entrance of the Hotel. Tracey followed Him finding it a little difficult to match His pace as her heels were less than ideal for the purpose of walking across lose gravel.
“We are here on a business trip Tracey, you are my secretary.” He said when they reached the black glass chrome framed doors.
“Yes Sir,” she replied looking at her reflection in the glass. Her curves were enhanced by the tight black pencil skirt, broad black patent leather belt round her waist and the white satin of her blouse. The image staring back at her was that of ultimate fantasy secretary, all that was missing were a pair of glasses. If He had asked her to wear glasses she would have to please Him, her Sir but He never had. All the clothes and underwear she wore He had provided and while initially at the start she had been unsure about the pussy bow blouses she had grown to love them. Having once worked in an office years ago she would not have dressed this way then but if she ever did again she would.
He was standing holding the door open for her and she stepped through into the foyer, which was slightly darker and cooler than outside. He strode to the desk and after a few minutes during which time Tracey assumed He was booking them into the hotel they were then led down a long corridor to a room by a young bell hop, who opened the door for them, gave a quick tour of the spacious room and once finished stood nervously. Sir gave him a tip and he left the room having given the key to Him.
Tracey stood at the foot of the four-poster bed, which dominated the room and waited, curious as to what was going to follow next.
Walking over to a black leather tub chair facing the bed He slowly lowered Himself down into it and with a somewhat mischievous look etched across His face, which was accompanied by a smile, he studied Tracey for a few minutes before speaking. While he was doing this she stood silently looking down slightly and with her hands behind her back.
“Open the suitcase Tracey and remove the contents and then place what you find inside on the bed,” he paused still smiling before continuing, “You need to dress for dinner.”
Tracey lifted the suitcase, which was heavy enough onto the bed, unzipped it and flung it open, better to see what was inside as quickly as possible than prolong the mystery she thought. Seeing what was inside she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a gasp. On hearing that, He chuckled gently.
Inside was a selection of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a number of beautifully made wooden handled leather, suede and rubber floggers, a riding crop, black leather blindfold, white ball gag, black shinny rubber pants, which had a vaginal and anal dildo inside, a selection of various vibrators and dildos but the thing that had made her gasp and was the source of most of the weight in the bag was a bright silver metal yoke.
Tracey slowly removed the bags contents, leaving the yoke till last. She lifted it out, feeling the weight and solidity of it in her hands. The central collar was on a hinge which allowed it to be opened and the two arms of the yoke, which projected straight out from the middle point of either side of the collar also had smaller hinged elements for securing the wrists in place. The collar and wrist cuffs were each held closed by bright brass padlocks at the front.
Tracey suddenly became conscious of the fact that she had been holding it for quite awhile and had still to place it on the top of the bed, she glanced over at her Sir and he was still smiling; as he watched her.
“You like my new toy Tracey?”
Not knowing really how she felt about it she replied with a smile and quickly placed it on the bed among the other items. She lifted the suitcase of the bed and placed it on the floor and after pushing it under the bed, assuming He would want it out of the way, she walked back to the front of the bed and resumed the stance she had held a few minutes before.
He reached into His right trouser pockets and pulled out a small black remote control which had two red buttons on it and a small rotary knob. He held it in His hands and ran His middle finger over the obvious control s. As Tracey watched Him closely she wondered what it was for.
“Lift your skirt, take your pants of and pull the vibrator out, Tracey.”
After a few moments she stood with her skirt round her waist and her clean shaved, red satin suspender belt framed sex facing Him; the pants and vibrator having been placed carefully on the floor.
He stood walked over to the bed and picked the black shinny rubber pants up and within seconds was kneeling beside her with the pants in one hand and a small clear bottle of lube in the other; which He had produced out of His left trouser pocket.
“Lift you right foot.”
Tracey did and stepped into the left leg hole of the pants.
“Lift your right leg.”
She now stood with the pants round her ankles and the two inner dildos sitting menacingly below her. He popped open the top of the bottle of lube and squeezed some of the clear fluid on to the heads and shafts of the black phalli. He then proceeded to pull the pants up her legs, until the anal dildo was just touching her bum hole; Tracey now knew why He had instructed her to douch there earlier. She felt his cool lube covered finger push into her and she gasped loudly as seconds later the hard rubber dildo slid in. She had thought it would be a struggle for it to go in as she was not particularly relaxed or in the right position for it to do so easily but it just had; much to her surprise. Next the vaginal dildo, which he held, and rubbed the full length of her sex with and then her clitoris. He moved the hard rubber up and down, then in and out producing a low moan in her throat as He pushed it finally home; right into her wet sex as far as it would go. He then smoothed the rubber pants round her bum and walked back to the tub seat where He sat once again.
“Pull your skirt back down.”
With her skirt pulled down Tracey once again placed her hands behind her back, thus pushing her chest outwards. She knew only too well how much He loved looking at her breasts rising and falling behind the tight material of the blouses He gave her to wear.
“This,” He said holding the remote in His left hand,” switches on and varies the speed of vibration in the dildos that are now in your pussy and arse.”
Tracey nearly jumped as the dildo in her back passage began to pulse and quiver, as she watched Him turn the knob back and forward the sensation rose and fell. With a wicked grin He next switched the vaginal dildo on and Tracey nearly stumbled backwards at the almost overwhelming pleasure both dildos were creating. Sitting back into the chair, holding the remote almost nonchalantly He operated them for a few minutes and Tracey felt like some remote controlled love doll, as first the anal dildo thrummed away with varying speed and then the vaginal one.
Feeling the beginning of an orgasm, her legs shaking slightly, Tracey moaned, trying hard not to fall either to her knees or backwards onto the bed, as the pleasure swept upwards; seeking to overwhelm her senses.
“You will not cum until I allow you to, understand Tracey?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied through almost gritted teeth.
After what seemed an eternity of being brought to the point of orgasm and then having it backed off or being told to hold it, He finally allowed her to climax and it was one of the most intense she had ever felt. The orgasm was so powerful that she did indeed fall to her knees almost screaming in ecstacy, but keeping in mind where they were she did it behind a closed mouth which muffled most of the sound.
Chuckling He said, “I see we will need the ball gag later.”
Looking up through pleasure glazed eyes Tracey smiled wantonly, answering Him with a ‘Whatever you want Sir,’ look.
Mostly recovered after a few minutes of kneeling, through which time He just stared smiling at her, from the comfort of the chair, Tracey rose slightly unsteadily to her feet.
“I think you have worked up a nice apatite now, so we shall go for an early dinner,” as He said that He looked at His watch; it was 5 o’clock. Standing suddenly He was in front of and pulling her body close to His. Tracey felt the warmth of His body through the black T shirt He was wearing and she felt safe and wanted in His arms. The protective strength of the arms of her Sir enclosed her and held her tightly against His broad chest. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her gently on the lips.
“Let’s go eat,” he said.”We can play with the new toys later.”
“Yes Sir,” Tracey said smiling contentedly as she walked to the room’s door, Sir at her side, with His right arm around her waist, only just aware of the two remote controlled devices that sat snugly in her body.
“I suspect we might be playing during dinner too,” those words were spoken with the merest hint of a laugh behind them.
Tracey looked to His right hand and she saw the remote control nestled in it.
This is a work of erotic fiction and any similarity to persons living, dead or similar situations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright belongs to the author who is the originator and writer of the stories: 'Tracey's Journey', 'Tracey's Instructions', and 'Tracey's Dinner Date.'
No unauthorised copying or quoting is permitted without written prior permission. Failure to gain such permission will result in legal action.
Copyright DrT 2011
These are very early examples of my erotica, more obvious flaws I feel than later work, but important, particularly as these stories were the framework upon which actual real world events happened. I wrote the stories to appeal to a particular lady I was briefly involved with and each story set a scene that I would carry out real world, and did. I aplogise for the degree of affectation in the writing that many hate, particularly the capitilisation throughout, but that was what Tracey liked. I should also say that the reality was better than the stories. Thank You Tracey, I will be forever in your debt for the trust you placed in me.