“How much longer will you be, Sir?”
“Well I’ve already collected both bags and if I had to guess, I’d say about 45 minutes.”
“Both bags? You only took one when you left. Did you steal someone’s underwear Sir?” She snickered as she said it.
“Noooo, I bought some things while I was there.”
“I hope they’re nice and you like them very much. Can you please come home, Sir?” She reached for her pussy as she asked him but stopped short as she remembered the rules of his trip. She was determined to be a good girl and not let anything cause a punishment.
“Did you miss me, needy girl?”
“Yes, yes. Terribly! Please come home. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything. Anything at all. I need to be touched. Four days is too long. Please Sir”
“Please what?” His delay now purposeful
“PLEASE! COME! HOME!” Not realizing she had raised her voice.
“Watch it needy girl! You forget your place! I’ll make sure you don’t feel anything for a month! Is that what you want?” Scolding her for her impertinence.
“No! Please Sir. No, I’m sorry Sir. I’m so sorry. It’s just it’s been so long since I felt the soothing. So long Sir. I need it. I need you to bring me to it. I need to ..”
He cut her off. “I’ll be home in 45 minutes. Make the red tie.” And with that he was gone.
The red tie…
She was hoping for the blue but at least it was A tie and not the circle. Sitting in the circle meant punishment and that meant no soothing for her. The red would be torturous until he arrived but it was exciting to know he wanted a tie at all. She had spent four days without him and the edging schedule and instructions had left her frantic to be used under his hand.
Four days…
Four days of only touching when she washed, and peed and edged. And the edging had been 5 per day with her only being allowed to rub herself with hip movements on her softest blanket.
Tormented and near insanity with her need for just the slightest twinge of the pain she craved, she almost ran for the playroom for the red rope and her collar. The red tie needed the collar. And unaware as she went to retrieve it, her wetness started to flow as her body reacted to a promise not made, even before her mind comprehended.
With the collar on she made a lark’s head in the neck ring. Letting the ends hang down she made three twists and delighted in the rope brushing against her throbbing sex. She knew with the red tie she wasn’t suppose to feel it on her but she couldn’t help herself. She pulled the ends up between her legs making sure they stayed on each side of her pussy in her groin without touching it and pulled it around the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Looping them through the first twist she wrapped them around her again and pulled them up to the next twist. And then again for the third just under her breasts. It lifted them as she brought them around and back to the neck ring, where she tied it off. She had made it tighter than normal… wanting to feel its binding. And then she began to think.
He’d know…
He always knew. He’d see it on her look. Her face would say it. He’d look deep into her and he’d know. Just that little brushing of the rope against her. It was just a touch and it was an accident… no. No, it wasn’t. She wanted it and she did it and he’d know. And he’d punish her. >no no no< she thought. There wouldn’t be any touch. Any soothing. NO!
She had to say
She had to tell
She went and got the circle and placed it on the floor of the foyer a few feet from the door.
She kneeled in it.
She waited there.
And cried.
She composed herself by admitting she was selfish. That led her to self-pity and feeling sorry for herself and her thus began crying again. She was almost sobbing when she heard the car. The brakes squeaking snapped her back to reality and she started wiping away her tears.
Footsteps
The door knob
And despite where she had placed herself. Her heart leapt when she saw his frame.
“Hmmm, this can’t be good.” He said as he removed his jacket without looking at her. He turned to her. Hands on his hips as she looked down at the floor. He walked to her and raised her face up with his hand under her chin.
“Crying too” he said “Tell me”
Her resistance had no life. “I was making the red tie, Sir. I thought it was an accident at first. I wanted it to be an accident. I wanted it to be, I did but it wasn’t. I made it touch me, Sir. I didn’t even know it wasn’t until… I mean, I…”
“Sshhhhhhhhhhhhh” until she was quiet, “stand” he said, and she did. He kept his fingers so lightly under her chin as she obeyed. He kept her eyes on his. Wanderingly he shuffled another step, removing his hand as he did so and she turned to keep facing him but lowered her head instinctively. He lifted her chin again, “No no no, you keep your eyes on me, needy girl… so you were so close to behaving perfectly and broke the rule not to touch just minutes before I arrived. Is that what the tears were for?”
“Yes Sir.” She said. His hand spread open and slowly drifted down over her naked skin, barely touching her with the tips of his fingers. “I tried so hard, Sir. I was tryi…”
She felt his fingers on the outside of the ropes between her legs and could feel his fingers wrapping around them. Before she could finish her word, he gripped those ropes and her neck with his other hand, almost lifting her off her feet and planted her backwards against the wall. One rope pulled tight and deep in her feminine crevice, the other still on the outside of her fold. Her back slammed against the wall as her one pussylip was pinched hard and he squeezed her neck. The pain was exquisite. He pinned her there and drew close to her. Smelling her neck and turning her head to whisper in her ear. He yanked tighter on the ropes and held it hard, making her whimper as she stood on her toes. It took her breath as his hand tightened on her neck.
“And what am I to you, needy girl?” He whispered in her ear. The hand on the neck loosened for her to speak and tightened after her every answer.
“Th-the t-truth, Sir”
“And what do you owe me?” His hand twisting the ropes and the pinched labia more. Her knees buckled but she didn’t slump because he held her in place.
“Hone-esty, Sir”
“Honesty…” his hand on the ropes loosened and she felt the backside of his middle finger slide between the ropes. He felt her wetness on full display. “… hmmm, perhaps you’re a good girl after all” he spoke of her arousal. And in one motion, released her neck and regripped the ropes as he turned down the hall. Both ropes finding there way deep in her cunt as he pulled her behind him at a steady pace.
“It’s been four days.” He said as he dragged her along by her neediness. “I’m hungry for other things besides your honesty”
Towards the playroom he pulled her, leaving the circle and a dripping of her sweet nectar on the floor.
He made quick work of the hallway with her to the bedroom door and her heart pounded when he didn’t stop there but proceeded to the playroom. It was a deep purple color throughout and all of the toys and restraints and furniture were a matching but lighter shade. If it wasn’t purple in there it was black with the exception of silvery things and rope which there were many colors of. Even the scratchy brown hemp rope that tormented so wonderfully against soft tender skin. She wondered where she would be as he told her to kneel on the floor. His back to her as he removed his watch, tie and shirt. She loved his skin and wanted to touch him. The muscles and tight skin tone of his back sent shivers through her as she stared. He kept his shoes, pants and belt on and without saying a word, left her there kneeling.
Waiting
Wondering
What was in his mind
What did he need to pour out of himself all over her.
She knew that soon she would be consumed and the wetness trickled slowly down her inner thigh.
She listened for his footsteps and looked around the room she knew so well.
The St. Andrew’s Cross, where he used her last. He impaled her on the dildo stick and flogged her whole body. The thought made her nipples tingle and harden thinking of how he twined her nipples to her upturned toes and then tickled her feet to make her flatten them down. Her poor little nips were sore for days.
The barrel that she was laid over on her back. Blindfolded she had her mouth and throat fucked by Sir’s cock and was made to worship his balls and ass. He had never played with her nipples so hard with his fingers before that day or any day since. Slapping her poor pussy with the riding crop in between the orgasms the girls sucked out of her pussy. Three of them best as she could tell by the voices in the room that night. To this day she had no idea who they were.
The vee bench that keeps her legs spread wide and her little pussy so open and defenseless. The last time she was strapped to it, he kept the vibe on her for 4 hours. The screaming, the pain, the orgasms she endured. He had edged her for two weeks without cumming prior and she was so excited when he said she could cum. Had she known she would have tried to hold out longer but she wanted it so bad. He had played her like a fiddle. That experience convinced her, her mind couldn’t hide anything from him.
The spanking bench was by far his and her favorite. It was custom made just for her and he had willed it into this world with his own hand. It looked strange at first glance. As if the body platform were backwards but that was the design. The kneeling pads were raised and forward, spread well which really poked her ass and pussy out. The body platform was sloped down to the elbow pads which were lower. There were straps and tie downs everywhere and an hourglass cut out so her breasts were always completely exposed and accessible. But the best part was how it could easily be raised and lowered. Enough so that her body would never touch the floor as he turned the whole bench. He had mounted it on pivots and could tilt her to any angle. Even inverting her totally and using her as she hung helplessly.
The knotted rope line… would she have to walk it tonight?
The stocks… would that be how he immobilized her?
The floor box… would her head be in it as he recorded her tormented moans and screams and her twisted orgasmic facial expressions while he used her holes. Stretching them and making them delightfully sore with his cock and an endless supply of toys and vibes.
Maybe none of those.
Maybe it was the king sized dungeon bed with all of the restraint rings and high posts. The head and foot boards looking like an explorers ship. The safest place she’d ever felt when in his arms. Of everything he had ever made her feel, nothing compared to how the world went away in his arms there.
His footsteps
The thump/click of each step of his dress shoes made her heart race.
Closer… louder. She lowered her head two steps before he rounded the corner. She could see the extra bag in his hand. Behind her he strode. It made a heavy thump and jingle when it hit the floor… something metal. She listened to the distinct sound of him removing his shoes and flicking them off the the side. Silence as he took off his socks.
