A November Evening

You’re standing, naked and blindfolded with your wrists bound and your arms pulled up above your head by a rope that passes through a sturdy hook secured into a ceiling beam. A firm smack on your butt with a wooden cooking spatula and then another followed swiftly by a third.
You gasp, sucking in breath as the third one stings.
“So now you’ll remember?”
“Y yes”
“Yes?”
“Yes sir”
“What will you remember?” Another smack reassures you that I’m not being lenient.
“bra and panties must be a matching set!”
The next hit is on your manicured landing strip of fine hair and causes you to groan.
A pause and then the sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass. Then the chill as I slowly rub one over your nipple; first the left and then the right and tracing casually downwards..
I lightly pinch one nipple and stretch it slightly outwards and fit the clip carefully. The thin chain connects this clip to an identical one that fits snugly onto your other nipple. I hold the centre of the chain loop and tug gently.
“Hold this” and you close your teeth onto it.
Slapp!! The flat of my hand lands in the back of your leg and then on your butt cheek!

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A firm slap on your bare behind stings and a second one quickly follows. I turn you to face me and kiss your neck surprisingly gently and your mind wanders to the possibility of being face fucked before we hit the road. You realise that my hold on your right breast is becoming increasingly tight. I take a step back and glancing down, I land a slap with my palm of my right hand directly between your legs. You yelp and almost glare as you topple backwards onto the bed..

I part your thighs, gently licking your smooth pussy lips and opening you slowly so that the tip of my tongue can make circles around your clit. I reach for that curved toy that somehow manages to find the just the right places to touch. On its lowest setting I tease it into you … allowing it to barely caress your clit. Once snug inside you I stand and reach out to help you to your feet.

”squeeze on it. Now get dressed”

You comply and reach out for your panties. My hand takes them before yours.. “you won’t be needing these just yet”. I stuff them into my pocket and walk off.

You carefully get Ito your jeans and continue to get ready to leave. A sudden, brief buzz that feels deep and quite intense confirms that the Bluetooth is working!

we leave the house through the side door that opens into a utility room with a further door that leads to the garages. I click open the Tahoe and open the rear drivers side door. You’re shocked that you’re not going to be driving.

”same side, different row” I smile and then taking one wrist I secure a leather cuff with a short length of chain that connects to the second cuff. I turn you around and cuff the other wrist before helping you into the rear seat and fastening your seatbelt almost as if restraining an escaped parolee. 

“Oh, one more thing”… I retrieve your panties from my pocket and offer them to your mouth, your eyes are glowering but you accept and remain silent as I work them securely in.

thank goodness for tinted windows as we reverse out…

Let’s go to the beach! Spontaneous as ever and not at a bad idea for a lazy Sunday afternoon at the very end of summer.

”We can grab a takeaway or a McD or something”

You’ve just showered and are now towelling your long hair to get it somewhat dry and free from annoying tangles.

”Get dressed”. I kiss your temple gently and then your forehead as the towel is discarded to the bed.

”What are you going to wear? … jeans?” A question and answer all in one, sometimes it’s exasperating and sometimes not, this is clearly a direction to wear jeans and this seems a good choice for the drive there and it should take barely an hour with the light Sunday traffic. It’s a long weekend too so an overnight stay is in order and the waves will be crashing on the beach audibly from the beach house. It’s less grand than it sounds, it’s a weekend getaway that fronts onto a beach that was once very popular but has declined in recent years so that the bungalow is one of only a few properties along the beach road that gets any use.

”I’d like you to wear this too” I pass you your toy that fits comfortably inside you and creates the most amazing sensations! It also benefits from having remote control from a clever app.

watch out for part II 

That’s not too tight. A calmly delivered statement, matter of fact, certainly not a question. You couldn’t disagree disagree, well, I’m reality you could as you weren’t  muffled, at least not yet, but the fact was that the ropes were not too tight but were very restrictive. Your arms secured behind your back in such a way that they were effectively folded so that your fingertips of one hand were in contact with the opposite elbow and any attempt at movement of either arm is stopped at the shoulder.

A slow, soft kiss on your neck and just a hint of a bite as I suck lightly on the sensitive skin. I’m standing behind you, my hands cupping your breasts with fingertips caressing your nipples into hard buds beneath your mesh bra. I move the cups downwards to release your boobs and then deliberately stretch your left nipple away and slightly upward, holding just firmly enough to make you catch your breath. A brief pause… no movement and you feel the clip almost before it touches the nipple and holds it. This is repeated with your right breast and your bra adjusted back into place, the clips prominently showing through the transparent fabric. Reaching in front of you I squeeze both breasts simultaneously, forcing the clips to press into your flesh and bite with an erotic intensity.. 

I turn you around to face me and we begin to kiss slowly as lovers do, savouring the unconventional intimacy and heightening arousal. My right hand caressing your butt, massaging gently and pulling you against me so that you feel my hardness pressing against your tummy. I use my left hand to push your bound arms gradually upwards so that you are forced to stand on tip toes. Unfazed by the increased discomfort you continue to kiss passionately.

We separate from our embrace and you resume a more comfortable stance.

Legs open.. a clear instruction that brings your immediate response to stand with your feet apart and in the ultimate darkness of your blindfold you feel very much aware that my gaze is taking in every inch of your body.. yes, you’re in great shape.

My hand lands flat and firm between your legs causing you to inhale sharply. A second slap arrives swiftly followed by a third. The next ones sting your butt deliciously and in the next few minutes you take a good amount of smacks that create sensations in the darkness that cause a torrent of emotions. You want each one to be the final one and then immediately crave another like an erotic addiction. 

On your knees.. you lower yourself to a kneeling position and hear me unfasten my belt and lower the zip. No further instruction is required as you instinctively open your mouth and put your tongue out so that you can accept the thick, hard shaft. You take it in willingly, deeply, using your tongue skilfully to lick. I take a handful of your hair and push deeper, gradually increasing in pace until I’m fucking your mouth.

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“Really?” She asked.” Is this because I was a minute late?”

”well it’s not because you wolfed down that muffin” he retorted. “And you were almost 20 minutes late. Just be thankful that you chose not to wear a dress!”

Further protests would be futile and rising from the chair she made her way to complete her task and returned moments later, pausing beside him to reveal the flimsy item stuffed into the pocket of her hoodie.

The sensations felt different, something noticeably missing and she felt certain that this would only be the begining of the punishment.

She was habitually punctual whether it was for an assignment, a date, something for college or just a movie with friends. She always tried to be punctual. She knew that this was one of the things that he liked about her, one of those traits that just falls into place with a close friend, a friend that she had become intimate with and was pushing all of the right buttons and seemed to know intuitively that there’s a sequence… almost as if playing a melody.

She had arrived a little early this afternoon, casually dressed in jeans and a hoodie she window shopped around the mall and arrived at Starbucks some 15+ minutes late with a breezy greeting, and an award winning smile as if nothing was amiss.

He went to get her a fresh coffee to replace the one that had gone cold and this time brought a blueberry muffin too. They talked… their conversations always flowed easily and in the back of her mind she thought that being late hadn’t caught his attention.

The blueberry muffin and coffee almost finished. 
He took a pen and the paper serviette and appeared to be writing something as she chattered about a movie that she’d watched. He folded the serviette and passed it across the table to her. 
With alarm she read..”go to the restroom and remove your panties.”

she looked at him with disbelief.

”Right now!” Evidently he meant it.

To be continued.

She took a sip of her hot chocolate drink. It was a little too sweet but welcomingly warm.

”I think you’ll be more comfortable in this chair” his voice low and authorities bit still with a smile.

the chair was distinctly less inviting as it was a plain wooden affair with a straight back and no arms and no cushion. She raised an eyebrow as she placed her mug on the desk and inwardly wondered it the raised eyebrow might be construed as an eye roll, something for which she’d been punished for previously..

”No, not that way” as she went to sit.. “Turn around” and she sat facing the back of the chair and very much aware that this caused her legs to be parted wide and for her dress to be now showing most if not all of her legs.

Stepping behind her he pulled her wrists together and bound them expertly with a short length of rope. Secure but not too uncomfortable. She felt the zipper at the back of her dress being inched down.

”I didn’t roll my eyes” her voice almost defiant. He didn’t respond other than to plunge her into darkness with a blindfold.

”Now then”…. He growled 

She was very conscious of how loud her heels seemed to sound on the floor, the polished wooden boards adding their own creaks and groans as she opened the door to the study. The window at the opposite end of the room confirmed that winter night was was moonless as the garden and fields beyond were now in complete darkness. She wondered if it would be helpful if she closed the curtains or even put another log on the fire. Her thoughts were interrupted as the study door closed and he stepped towards her, a mug of hot chocolate in his right hand and by contrast, a gin & tonic in the other.

”sit down please,” his smile was warm. “Do make yourself comfortable”

She sat on the comfortable leather chesterfield with it’s worn, soft upholstery that made a her feel that she could just melt into it. He placed her mug within reach and then drew the curtains fully closed.

“You’ve dressed well, you make that dress look something special” she enjoyed the compliment, she recognised the sincerity and absently straightened the hem as if to modestly show less of her legs or at least hide the top of her stockings.

He took a sip from his gin & tonic.

She pulled her coat close around her and shivered lightly as the evening air began to develop a distinct chill. She glanced briefly at the tail lights of the cab as they disappeared around the bend in the lane and suddenly realised how dark it was and how utterly remote the large house appeared to be. The twilight grew deeper and her footsteps crunched on the paved path that lead up to the front door. She’d been before, several times, but even so, the butterflies in her tummy began to take flight. 
“wear a dress” that was last message earlier today. No clue as to what sort of dress or why wear a dress on such a cold night. She could guess the answers well enough and the black dress was somewhat shorter than one that she would usually choose for a night out. But after all she considered that this would be a night in!
a light flicked on as if in answer to the doorbell and familiar footsteps came to open the door.

”come in, you look cold” and as she stepped inside, “let me take your coat”.

She knew that the dress was the right choice.

“Go to the study and make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring some drinks”….