5 years ago. Wednesday, May 27, 2020 at 5:57 PM
As I stepped into the lobby of the secure building where I lived in downtown Boise, I was surprised to find a very attractive and athletic looking brunette staring with undisguised contempt at the key card slot in place of the call button on the elevator.
"Excuse me," I ventured, "Can I help you with something?"
Looking up at me she held her empty hands up and said, "I am here to visit my brother, this is his building but it is apparently very secure. I tried the intercom outside but there is no answer from him, and my cell phone is dead. I followed some people in through the entrance but now that I am here in the lobby, faced with the key card and no key card, I don't know what I might do to find him."
"If you like, and you know what his apartment number is, I would be happy to provide you an escort to his door."
She considered this for a moment and said, "His apartment is 12C, and I would truly appreciate that."
With that I placed my key in the slot and called for the elevator. I admired her figure as I stepped aside to let her enter the cube in front of me. She pressed 12 and we began our ascent. His door was just a couple down from the elevator in the hallway and we were soon discovering that his reason for not answering the intercom was that he was actually not at home.
The look on her face was intense as she was obviously weighing her choices and I smiled, what I hoped was disarmingly, and said. "I have my phone in my apartment which is one flight up and I probably have a charger that would work for your phone as well, so, if you would like to avail yourself, I would be happy to provide some meager assistance."
"That would be truly kind of you, I feel at ease with you, which I assure you is seldom the case with me and a stranger but in this case, I think I will trust my instincts." I turned to the elevator again and we took the short ride up one floor.
My Loft was a but further down the hallway as it was one that I had purchased as a loft before it could be broken up into units as the others in the building had.
Upon entering, I unplugged my Iphone from it's place by the door and handed it to her, she in turn handed me hers and I plugged it into my charger.
Her call to her brother proved unsuccessful as she left him a voicemail and looked at me awkwardly.
"Coffee?" I asked "since you may be here for a few minutes until you hear back from him."
Clearly relieved to be spared from any difficult decisions she nodded and then responded. "Black please, and may I trouble you for the use of your restroom?"
"Of course," I gestured to the corner where the bath was located and she made a bee line for it. The Kuerig made short work of the coffee supply and she stepped from the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks. Obviously seeing my collection of flogs and bondage paraphernalia on the wall that she now faced, her hand went to her open mouth and her eyes flicked to me.
"Let me guess," I chuckled, "you are currently feeling a bit less 'at ease' with me than you were earlier?"
Her very attractive mouth moved a bit as if trying to speak but thinking better of a response she opted for a shrug.
I placed the two cups of coffee on the bar height table that served as my dining table and slipped onto the bar stool that was against the wall, providing her with a large area of safe maneuvering space in order to give her some level of comfort.
"Would you like to talk about the elephant that has just taken up residence in the room?" I smiled at her.
"There is not much to talk about, it is actually none of my business and as soon as I hear from my brother, I will be out of your way and I can forget what I have seen."
"As you wish.' I responded, "your brother must not have been expecting you to arrive this evening apparently?"
"The downfall of texting as a primary means of communication I'm afraid, I was due to arrive tomorrow but was able to catch an earlier flight." She shook her head, I should have called him to make sure but I didn't do it. So here I sit."
"Well, I for one am happy to have you sit here, you certainly beat what I was going to be looking at all evening." She blushed a bit as I smiled at her. "I hope you don't feel too ill at ease after what you saw, I know it can be a bit disconcerting."
"Ya think!?" Her response caused me to laugh out loud and almost spray her with coffee. Fortunately I had already swallowed.
Her laughter was like a breath of fresh air.
Her eyes captured mine as she asked softly. "Please, explain it to me."
“Would you care to explain your question to me first? I smiled, do you want to know what they’re for, or why I have them, or their significance, what would you like explained exactly.?
“Since I know absolutely nothing about the apparatuses I have seen on your wall, I would probably have to say (D) All of the above.”
“OK, well then let’s start in an appropriate manner, I’m Steve.”
“Ashley.” As she extended her hand.
“Good Ashley, would you like some more coffee, or perhaps something a bit stronger.?”
“More coffee would be great, would you mind if I took a toke of my pen in lieu of something stronger?”
“Not at all, whatever your preference is, I think I will just eat a gummy, and just let it settle in slowly.”
After depositing her coffee in front of her I motioned toward the wall in question and she followed me around to the “business” side of it, which was actually the room divider of my bedroom.
I began a brief description of the various implements starting with flogs and crops, moving to cuffs and spreaders, ball gags and suppression masks and finally ending at the various harnesses and the cabinet mounted to the wall which was currently closed.
The cabinet was 8 feet tall and 6 feet wide with double doors, she asked about it and I opened the doors.
The door on the right held a St. Andrews cross which was currently folded into itself but which would unfold to take the weight and hold a subject in position for flogging. The left door hid a hoist which would also swing out into the room and hold suspended a sex swing or hooks to hold subjects arms overhead when attached to a handcuff chain and raised to require the subject to on tiptoes if desired.
At each description of items I could see Ashley becoming mildly agitated, shifting from foot to foot and looking anxiously around the room as if to contemplate escape.
“Ashley? What do you actually know about BDSM, the lifestyle or role-play?” I asked her more to rein her in from her flights of fancy than to ascertain, what I had already determined, was a minimal amount of knowledge.
“ Ummmmm, not very much actually,” as she stood looking at the wall she crossed one foot over the other and sort of twisted slightly back and forth, she was becoming aroused as her mind took her on a further flight of fancy. Probably fueled, in part, but the THC she had imbibed as I refilled her coffee.
I pointed to one of the occasional chairs at the entrance to the bedroom, “sit down and I will give you the readers digest version if you would like to learn about it.”
She immediately took the proffered seat and looked at me expectantly, I chuckled at her eagerness and sat in the opposing chair.
“Very well then…” As I proceeded to explain about Bondage and Discipline, Masters and Slaves, Doms and Subs, sadists and masochists, she focused laser-like attention on every word. Finally asking me to share some of my experiences with her.
After replacing our coffees with some cognac, thoughts of dinner having been replaced by other thoughts I settled down just as her phone rang in the other room, she raced to grab it. The loft being open as it was I could hear the conversation whether I wanted to or not. “Telluride! What are you doing there for cryin’ out loud? <pause> and they had to have you there on a Friday night? <another pause> “I don’t have the funds for a hotel in this city so what am I supposed to do? Do any of your friends have a key?”
I could hear the panic in her voice and decided to interrupt by gently tapping her shoulder and pointing to the door on the other side of the entry way, I walked over to it, opened the door, pointing silently to the deadbolt lock and gesturing she was welcome to sleep there. Looking in at the queen bed in the middle of the comfortable looking bedroom, she visibly relaxed, and interrupted her brother, explaining that his neighbor had just offered her a place to sleep and that she would be fine and to call her when he was on his way home.
Visibly relaxed we went back toward “the wall” as she stopped to pick up her pen on the way and imbibe a bit more.
Settling back into our respective chairs I settled in to tell of an early encounter with a sub on the first night of our meeting. She had arrived at my office. I had told her to wear a butt plug and she apologized that she didn’t have one but had worn nipple clamps with a chain instead. She was leaning against a counter and I told her to show me, so she pulled her blouse up revealing the clamps on her nipples. I tested their tension, watching her reaction, and as she winced I could see her begin to squirm so I slid my hand inside the waistband of her pants toward her pussy and she instinctively clasped my hand as if to stop me, I looked her in the eye and said, “you don’t get to tell me no, little one.” Her knees buckled as my hand cupped her sex holding her against the counter as she came on my hand. I turned her around and bent her over the counter as I pulled her pants down, unzipped and shoved my cock into her. She kept cumming as I slammed into her filling her with my cum. I stepped back and allowed her to slump to the floor with her pants around her ankles.
“May I get dressed now?” she asked.
“No, I will tell you when you can.”
Ashley had been squirming in her chair, crossing and un-crossing her legs, squeezing her thighs tight on her center, trying to be surreptitious with her actions but I was very aware of her growing need. I went into the other room to refill our glasses with cognac, as I came back I could see her arm moving as she tried to rub toward some relief.
“How are you doing?” I asked returning to the room and handing her drink to her. I had returned to my chair when she asked me a question that set the rest of the evening in motion.
“I really do feel that I can trust you, I have no idea why I do but I do, and I would love to have the opportunity to talk with you openly about all of this and perhaps gain some understanding of myself in the process. Would that be alright?”
“ I hold no clinical degrees, no PHd’s, I have a very practical knowledge of applications and techniques, so, bearing that in mind and not expecting any type of medical or psychiatric care from me, then you are free to ask what you will.” Looking at her sternly I added the final caveat. “Don’t play games with me little one, if you want help I will offer it, if you lie to me try to sugar coat things into what you think I want to hear, you will not care for ultimate result. Do I make myself clear?”
Her eyes grew wide with not quite alarm, but with something more akin to awe. “Crystal.” She responded
“Crystal, Sir.” I corrected
“Crystal, Sir!” She replied
“Sir, may I ask a question?” she asked
“You may do as you wish, but I might suggest that you include the why of your question with the question.” I smiled and sat back to see how she handled her question.
She studied me for a time before she began to speak. “I have had some responses, physical responses, to what I have seen and heard here this evening. But it is not the presence of the response that brings up the question, it is something that it reminded me of.”
“Very well little one, let’s see if I can answer the question for you.”
“Ok, here goes. Do people really become sexually aroused by punishment and the infliction of pain? I mean, is that really normal behavior?”
“I would have to say that, in my circles, it is considered completely normal, why would you ask that?” I was dreadfully curious where this was going now.
“Ok then, I was raised in a very conservative Christian home, and my parents wanted me to attend private school in order to keep me pure. I was about 12 when I got into allot of trouble with the headmaster and wound up in his office.” He told me how much trouble I was in and that he would have to either call my parents or we could take care of the problem between us this time.” She looked at me.
I asked her to continue...
“I opted for taking care of it with him, so he ordered me to stand and turn to face his desk. I could not believe my reaction to that, I began to become short of breath and my pussy began to tingle, he placed his hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward, bending me over his desk. He told me to remain completely silent as he lifted the back of my skirt revealing my butt to him. I was trembling as he walked across the room and back, suddenly the world exploded in pain as his paddle descended on my ass, instantly, I was in more pain than I could imagine, and he hit me again, I was biting my lip to keep from screaming as he brought it down on my ass repeatedly. The intensity of pain increased as did the intensity of my arousal. After about the eighth blow my pussy exploded with sensation, and liquid ran down my thighs as I orgasmed right there in front of the headmaster. I was humping against the edge of his desk as he hit me again and again, and I came again and finally I collapsed across his desk exhausted. I looked back at him, and saw the damp stain across the front of his slacks and then looked up into his horror stricken face. He mumbled for me to never speak about this to anyone and so I fled as quickly as possible.”
I looked at her and shook my head. “So, since that experience you have carried the guilt of enjoying that beating and believed that you were somehow broken or at least not ‘normal’ like other people, correct?
“Yes, that is how I have felt for the last 10 years until you explained all of this,” waving her hand at the wall, “to me, and I realized there was another dimension to what I had been thinking all along.” She took another sip of her cognac and another puff on her pen that was followed by a shiver.
“I want to know how this all works, why do I suddenly want to be tied up?” Her eyes grew wild as she looked at me and hissed. “Why did it turn me on so much for him to push me down across his desk?”
I sat quietly watching and listening as she stood and walked to the wall, fingering the crop, and the flog in turn. “May I sir?” she asked meekly.
“Of course.” I smiled gesturing to her to help herself, she removed the crop, holding it in her right hand, then she brought it down on the palm of her left with a smack that I knew from experience would sting like crazy. She stood stock still and then shivered, beginning to shudder and swoon. I was primed to stand and go to her when she regained control.
“Oh my God, that hurt!” she looked at me in shock.
“A whip is still a whip, but a bit of control can lessen the sting to a degree.” She came to me and handed me the crop. I watched as she turned and bent over presenting her sweet ass to me. I obliged her with a not so gentle pop to her left buttock. She stood up quickly looking over her shoulder at me.
“You hit me!” She was incredulous.
“Of course, it’s what I do when presented with a target like that.
Rubbing her ass she walked over to the wall, this time taking down a pair of padded wrist restraints fingering them and looking at me. I could see her mind working as she asked about them, specifically why they were padded.
“Because, when they are on, and the chain is attached to the hoist as it rises, without the padding they tend to chafe.”
Her mind continued to work as she walked toward me. “Would you show me?”
“You realize that if I place those on you, and hook you to the hoist, I can do whatever I wish to you and there will be nothing you can do to stop it?” I held out my hand as I stood and she handed me the restraints. I turned her away from me and pulled her lightweight jacket off and down her arms. “I asked you a question, you do understand that if I place you in this apparatus that I can and will do as I wish with you and this is what you want?”
She shivered and nodded her head. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Yes sir, I want you to restrain me, beat me, and do whatever you want with me. Now, say that.” I said in a tone that would not allow for any dissent.
“Yes sir, please sir, I want you to restrain me, beat me, and show me how to be a good girl as you do whatever you want to me. Please sir.” She whispered the last as I closed the cuffs on her wrists.
I touched the remote and the hoist swung into position, lifting her hands I hooked them to the hoist and started it upward. As she began to feel her arms pulled above her head she began to panic. I let the hoist continue upward as I walked to her ripped her blouse open.
Her chest heaving she shouted at me. “What do. you think your doing?”
“I am doing as you asked child.”
“Let me down this instant or when I get out of here I will call the police and have you arrested.” She was really beginning to get agitated.
I unzipped the rear zipper on her slacks and lowered them and her panties. She writhed and tried to get away. She was trussed securely up on her tiptoes as I stepped in front of her looking in her eyes and ran my hand down across her stomach and into her pubes, bringing my very wet fingers to my mouth and licking her nectar from them. “I intend to keep my promise to you my dear, I will answer your questions and help you understand what makes you tick.”
I picked up the crop from where it had been discarded and lashed her across first one cheek and then the other, she whimpered and I could see her nice little six-pack abs twitch as she clenched her Kegal muscles and I brought it again and again, listening as she whimpered and humped the air. Moving to the front, I pulled the switch blade from my pocket, the click of it opening startling her, watching the blade come close to her chest she began to beg as I cut away her bra and bra straps, then stepping back I snapped each of her nipples with the crop.
She jerked in surprise, yelped, and looked at me with poison in her eyes.
“I have had enough!” She spat at me. “Let me go this second do you hear me?!?”
“You have not had near enough little one, you have no clue who you are or what makes you tick yet.”
“I have decided I don’t want to know any more, so if you will let me down now I won’t have to go to the police.” She said shaking her hands the little bit she could move them and looking at me expectantly.
I stepped toward her and she began to cringe back as I slid my hand down into her pubes again and sliding my finger through her very wet slit and over her clit, I felt it stiffen as she trembled...she looked at me again and I stroked again, she whimpered again and then said please and I rubbed some more, she said “I am going to the police as soon as I get away from you and tell them how you took advantage of me, nnnnnnnngggghhhhhhh, would you stop that please.”
She then began to press down against my probing finger in earnest and I slapped her ass again with the crop, much harder this time, repeating it on the other cheek, her eyes sprung open wide as I continued to beat her and stroke her and beat her, and then she came, gushing liquid from her center and shaking uncontrollably as I fully impaled her gushing pussy with my two middle fingers and pulled up hard pressing her G-spot into action as she began to orgasm anew. After a few more orgasms I pressed the down button and she collapsed down into my arms, I lifted her little 110 pound frame and oh so curvy body, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on her side and rolling her to her stomach.
Applying some soothing lotions to her welts she began to purr and gently roll back and forth against my stroking hand so I increased my area of attention again between her legs but back up over her little rosebud. When I hit it, she jumped and pressed back hard until my finger slipped inside her, then she pressed again.
“More!” She said and began rolling her hips, I pressed more and she got hotter. I added clitoral stimulating, and depth to her ass and she began to prove to be insatiable. “Please more sir, please make me cum some more.”
I was just beginning to think that I had found a truly insatiable woman and as she lost consciousness at the conclusion of what appeared to be the strongest orgasm yet.
I covered her and went into the kitchen to have a cup of tea while she recovered.
I was enjoying my first cup of coffee when a beautiful vision stepped into the room wearing a bathrobe six times too big for her. She was a sexy, tiny, curvy, very desirable young lady, who appeared to be mildly embarrassed, this was the moment of truth.
“Coffee?” I smiled, reaching for the pot and a cup.
“Please. Do you have any kind of flavoring for it?”
I opened the refrigerator and pulled a couple of flavored creamers out presenting them to her, she picked the French Vanilla.
“I put some towels in the bath for you, and you can help yourself to whatever else you might need in the cupboards.” I took a sip of coffee and watched her body language as she nodded her head.
“Thank you, I will probably need to get another bra sometime soon, but there is really not a huge rush for that I suppose.” She looked at me with a look that I was trying to decipher but I decided to continue the roles that were defined last night.
I nodded and then her phone rang.
“My brother.” as she answered, “Hi, are you headed back? No? Why not? What do you mean you will be a couple more days?” The explanation seemed to take the wind out of her sails as she looked at me, tears began to form in her eyes. “I guess we can catch up another time, I will see if I can get my flight changed. I understand, work is work, I love you and we can do this again when you have time, Ok, bye bro.”
I could see that she was fighting despair as she stared at her phone and said. “I need to check with the airline.”
“Stop, there is no reason to rush, you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish, I have nothing happening for the next week if you want to stay, please, accept my hospitality for as long as you feel comfortable.”
My heart went out to her, but I did mean what I said, however, it was not without some selfish intentions on my part, I knew deep in my soul that this woman had the potential to be the most incredible partner a man could hope for if I could just get her to keep being open. Listening to her body instead of her mind...
She was sitting stock still and staring at her phone for the longest time, finally she looked up at me. The tears spilled out of her eyes and her shoulders began to move with the silent sobs.
"Nothing need be decided right now little one, finish your coffee and freshen up with a nice hot shower. You'll feel better and be able to think more clearly." As I finished speaking I stood and took my coffee with me to the end of the couch, lightly touching her shoulder in passing. She reached up, pressing my hand down onto her shoulder effectively stopping me from passing long enough to lay her cheek on the backs of my fingers. I waited as the caress ended and she withdrew her cheek and then her hand. As I settled on the couch and picked up my Ipad she padded soundlessly toward the bath in the rear of the loft.
After a lifetime of dealing in diamond and precious stones it has become a way of life to be stemmed, the most comfortable method of carrying concealed being with a .45 in a horizontal shoulder rig over a tee shirt and under a button down shirt worn untucked and open. I had left the shirt I wore yesterday hanging on a hook in the bathroom and it became the attire of choice for Ashley. I had set the temperature in the loft to a comfortable 72 degrees. I need to add that the way to this man's heart is not through his stomach, it is through his eyes, my eyes beheld a vision that nearly stopped my heart as she appeared dressed in my shirt, only. My favorite outfit on any woman is a man's dress shirt worn over a nude body. I am exaggerating when I say that what I beheld was perfection personified.
Stopping at the edge of the coffee table she seemed unsure of where to sit but when I patted the seat next to me on the couch she quickly folded one shapely leg under her and settled next to me.
I could feel her leaning lightly against me, craving the closeness of affection but not being at ease enough to relax into me. So I took the decision from her and put my arm around her. Pulling her to me she picked her other foot up placing it under her and curling up into a tighter little package. As I snuggled her she lay her head on my shoulder and quietly began to sob again. I held her as she cried, after a time she balled her little hand into a fist and brought it down hard on her own thigh, she did it a second time and I caught it as she started to raise it again.
“What is wrong with me?” Her voice was agonized, looking into my eyes through her tears. “Why are you, a complete stranger, more concerned about me than my own family? My parents shipping me off to private schools so they don’t have to deal with me? I have my first orgasm as a man, albeit a father figure, beats my ass black and blue? The next orgasm I ever have in my entire life is with another ‘father figure’ who by beating my ass on the first day I meet him takes me to sexual places I did not even dream existed? Now, though I don’t even know your last name, I am ready to stay here with you because I want more of what you can do to me, not because I don’t have a choice in the matter. I have plenty of money, my brother doesn’t know anything about me, and that is just how I want to keep it. I came here for this visit at my Mother’s insistence because she wanted me out of the house while she remodels this week. Why does she hate me so much? I <sob> just want different than what I have, who I am, I want…”
She curled into a tiny fetal ball which I picked up and pulled onto my lap and held her tight, sobs wracking her tiny body, burrowing her face into my chest under my chin, shaking uncontrollably. “I want more of what you did last night, please, lots more. I’ll be your good girl. Just help me feel, please <sob> just help me feel your love, even if it’s just pretend, please Sir, please.” With that she grew silent, as I held her she squeezed up against me as hard as she could and I could feel her begin to clinch her Kagels and rub her little body back and forth, rubbing her heels into her mound and beginning to breathe erratically.
As she was increasing her arousal I slipped my hand under the shirt she was wearing and across her stomach, up to her breast and I caressed it, pinching her nipple. With my other hand I petted her hair, like a loved little pet, I ran my hand through it, gripping a handful at the back of her head and pulling, her face upturned in response and I kissed her, lightly, she whimpered, I flicked my tongue across her lips and she moaned in response opening her mouth for my tongue. I pulled her back just far enough to look in her eyes. “Do you want to be mine little one? Do you want Daddy to own you?”
She whimpered again and nodded her head. “Yes please.”
“Yes please what, child?” my eyes never leaving hers.
“Yes please Daddy, take me and make me yours, oh please, I need you so much.” She was shaking and crying again and I pulled her back into my embrace.
“Very well little one, you are mine now.” I gently pushed her forward and helped her to lay down across my lap, the feeling of her left breast pressing down on my cock causing and immediate stirring.
Running my right hand down across her ass and between her legs I found her to be soaking wet and I began slowly stroking her clit and up through her labia. Using my two middle fingers, one on each side of her clit and squeezing as I pressed and rubbed, I dragged her juices up to her ass and back down until she was fully coated in her own lubricant. Pressing her sphincter with my index finger she didn’t disappoint me as she pushed back. My finger slipped in as my hand turned sideways and impaled her again, one finger in her ass, two in her cunt, and my pinky massaging her clit as she began the climb toward climax again. My hard cock pressing up against her breast, and her hard nipple’s presence on the underside of it, added to the play from the night before, I was more than ready to blow. Her cum was fast approaching and I could feel her hand insinuate itself between us and draw my zipper down. As she pulled me out of my slacks she raised her head and looked at me.
“I’ve never done this before Daddy, but I really want to, please?” she whispers and waits, I nodded and in one move she slid her hot mouth down over me until I felt the back of her throat against my cock head, she gagged a little and then pushed down even harder, whimpering and moaning around my cock, as she pulled off of it and plunged back down, over and over, my fingers were buried in her and she went crazy, humping my hand as her fluids spewed out over my hand, and her legs, trying to scream around my cock she kept moving, undulating like a snake, slowing down her pressure on my hand and my cock and beginning to move fluidly taking me in and out of her throat, and my hand in and out of her cunt, slowing even more until I felt like she was wringing my cum out of me and finally in a blast of white light behind my eyes, the cum rocketed out of my cock and into her stomach, pulling me into her depths she began to curl again, on her side this time, my fingers till buried inside of her and my cock in her mouth, we both slept. The emotional drain leaving us both quite exhausted but completely satiated.
As we woke, or I should say as I woke to Ashley sucking me back to hardness in her sleep, I gently pulled her back up into my arms, holding her and continuing to stroke her hair, and over her body. Touching her lovingly and intimately, feeling her feminine parts swollen and wet with her want.
I smiled at her and said, “you know a tablespoon of protein is not going to be enough fuel for your next journey with me. Shall we order in something to eat?”
“Yes please, I actually haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday waiting for my flight, mmmmmm, oh that feels so good.” She purred.
“Computer call Sally please.” I said to the air and a disembodied voice replied with a very sexy Australian accent. “Right away sir.”
A phone rang and was answered. “Sally’s.”
“Hi Doll.”
“Steve! You’re back! Welcome home!” “Hungry?”
“I am my love, and I have a house guest so I will take my usual and…Ashe? Breakfast ok?”
A nod in reply, “How do you like your eggs?”
“Over easy, with bacon crisp and wheat toast? If that’s ok?”
Sally responded with, “ok, two of Steve’s usual orders, Ted will be up with them in 30 minutes, you guys have your coffee etc. all covered yourselves, right?”
“Sure do, thank you my love.”
“Anytime handsome.” <click>
Thirty minutes later my door swung open and Ted said “Breakfast’s ready, on the table boss?”
“Fine Ted, thanks and have a great day.
“You too boss, miss, as he bowed his head slightly in greeting to Ashley and smiling at her mildly embarrassed demeanor. day’s getting better rapidly.”
“I thought I would be able to be out of sight or that you would take delivery at the door. I didn’t realize I would be giving the help a show.”
Her face continued to glow and I told her that she had just made his day. “Besides, you’re covered, sort of.”
After we had eaten and cleared away the dishes we were back on the couch with
Ashley as close as she could get to me without being inside my skin. I had my arm around her holding her and she slithered up onto my lap into the position she was in last night. She had even begun riding her heels again in the same way as last night.
“So tell me little one, how do you feel?” I asked as I held her.
“I feel fine sir, why do you ask?”
“Often, in the heat of passion we say things that we mean deeply in our hearts at the time, but, then the orgasms come and go, and we find that our initial Ardor has diminished. It is a natural human tendency and there is no shame in it.”
“Do you remember what you said to me earlier today, and do you still feel the same as you did? If you don’t I understand and you may consider yourself free to go.”
“No Sir!” she began to show signs of panic, “Please don’t send me away, I want to stay, I’ll be a good girl, I promise, I’ll be the best I can be for you.” She started to cry again as she clung to me.
“Calm down baby girl, you’re not going anywhere unless you want to, now, is that clear?”
“<sniff> Crystal Sir” Taking the tissue I offered her and dabbing at her eyes and smiling at me with relief.
“Alright then, there are some other things to clear up, I will put these items all in writing in your contract, but we will just discuss them for now. Then, if you truly decide that you wish to continue with me, we will spell them out and you and I will both sign.” The contract is an agreement that states what each of us will and will not do during our association. It can be unilaterally terminated by either of us but the purpose of it is to outline how we stay together, not how we break apart. Understand?”
“I think so.” She continued to sit nervously.
“I have, since you have been here, done the things that I could see that you wanted done to you, even though you were not aware that you wanted them at first. Continuing on there are things I will be doing to you that are more in depth and intense, still things that you want but are unaware of yet. In order for you to become the good girl that I want you to be, there are some things you will endeavor to accept as additions to your personality makeup that I will introduce and you will adopt, is that clear.”
“Oh, yes Sir, please go on Sir.” She was showing her arousal again and beginning to run her Kegal exercises.”
“You remember what I told you about the difference between a Submissive and a Slave little one?”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“While you may, at times be a submissive at my request, you will always be my Slave.” You are never, under any circumstances, to use the word no to me. You will never decline any instruction or order from me.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I am not a Sadist, nor do I enjoy inflicting pain on anyone. I do, however, gladly do it when it is for someone like you who needs the pain to take them over the edge. In time you will learn to climax quite fully without it but for right now I will give you what you need.
“Yes, Sir, mmmmmmmay I cum again soon Sir.
I stood and took her hand, slipping the shirt off of her shoulder I led her from the living area back to the play area where I pulled a spanking horse over in front of the wall. She looked at it and then back at me. I showed her the shelves for her knees on with side of the horse and she knelt on them. Pressing her forward she placed her forearms on the arm rests, I snapped the restraints around her forearms and her ankles. As I walked behind her and looked at her pussy I could see how wet her pussy was, it was literally pouring juice onto the bench, I took the flog down from the wall and walked to her head to stand in front of her. I had designed the bench to my specifications and the height was perfect for my cock to fit her mouth. As I slipped it into her mouth I began to lightly stroke her back and sides with the tips of the flog. Moaning around my cock she was now humping the bench while sucking me deep into her throat. I pulled my cock from her mouth just as I dealt a brutal blow to her ass with the flog.
“Aiiiyahhhhhhhh my God!!!! That hurt so bad, I Ungggghhhhhh.” As the next blow landed she pushed down on the bench trying to get away, moving her ass back and forth. “AAAAaiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyannnnn. that hurts.” Three more identical blows and her as began to undulate, pushing against the padding, hard, another blow and she shrieked but not so much in pain this time. Another blow and she began to writhe and moan like the bench was her lover. I grabbed an tens ready butt plug, lubed it and dealt another blow followed by the deep insertion of the butt plug, moaning and crying now, her words unintelligible as she came again. I attached the positive lead to the plug and slapped the adhesive pad for the anode to her back just above the crack of her ass.
“Computer, tens unit one level two one second pulses.”
“Yes sir initiating now.” I just loved that Aussie accent.
The mild electrical pulses were causing her sphincter to contract rhythmically and in between the pulses I was applying the riding corp to various places on her ass and thighs, she was glowing, and drenched in sweat.
“Computer, shorten intervals to .75 seconds.” Now we were getting somewhere, she was actually bouncing on the bench with her clit and I walked up to her head and inserted my cock in her mouth again. Her enthusiastic sucking would have had me cumming soon but I wanted more.
“Computer, lower flat screen into viewing position, monitor in real time with no sound.”
Soundlessly the screen lowers to just above the foot of the bed showing a view of Ashley, in her glory. I leaned down and whispered.
“I have done what you needed and wanted up to now, this is when I start doing what I want now.” Her eyes widened and she ground her sex into the bench stripping off the rest of my clothes I stepped behind her and slid my had cock into her pussy, I began a sweet rhythm in and out, pounding into her cervix and rubbing her clit with my balls. Her climax was so close and she was becoming completely incoherent in her attempts to talk but I could tell she was loving it.
“Computer, turn tens level up to 5 and lengthen pulse duration to 1.5 seconds.”
“Yes sir, stutter pulse now sir?” The computer was intuitive AI I had designed it that way and it was proving very adept indeed.
“Initiate stutter pulse in 2 minutes.”
“Yes sir.”
I wrapped my hands in Ashley’s hair and hauled her head back using her hair to slam her back against me, we had just settled into a smooth rhythm when the stutter pulse started, Instead of a constant pulling pulse, it was a rapid, repeated pulse that was akin to a vibrator. When it started she broke out into another level of perspiration running off of her in rivers her body was bouncing around and I could tell that unconsciousness was very near.
“Computer, Kill Tens.”
“Tens off Sir.”
I pulled the plug from her ass and plunged my cock in just as I erupted, she screamed, she shook, she pushed back against me, slamming over and over onto my cock with her ass and then I felt the gush of fluid fire from her cunt all over my balls, my legs, the bench. Wave after wave of liquid crashed over my feet and she passed out.
“Computer, shower shelf up and in place, water temperature 89 degrees, soft mist and steam. Open aftercare oil dispenser.”
I had opened all the shackles and picked her little body up and carried her into the bathroom laying her face down on the shelf in the warm rain of the shower. As the water ran over her I began to gently coat her welts with aloe and cbd knowing she would be sore but satisfied.
My word, how your life can change in just a few short hours….my God, I think I am falling in love.
So here I was staring at one of the most faceable asses I have ever had the pleasure to grace with my crop, my hard cock suggesting far more interesting endeavors. Willing my hard cock to relax, which took a healthy amount of will power I began to caress, and soothe her battered body, she was still unconscious but the special oils, the steam and heat were doing their job. Her breathing was becoming slow and regular, she was moving in her sleep and I was pleased to see her grinding her clit against the little raised area on the shelf designed for that purpose.
I spread her legs gently apart and leaned forward extending my tongue and licking up from her perineum to her little pucker and back down. Her clit grinding continued beginning to intensify.
Moving to the middle of the table I picked her up and turned her over, then I moved back to end and bending over I started to devour her little pussy with my tongue and lips, sucking it like a little cock, then holding it secure between my teeth, using them to retract the hood as I started flicking my tongue rapidly over her uncovered clit and driving her arousal over the top, higher and higher she soared on the wings of orgasm as I continued my attention to her, as she came hard I continued to tease her clit with my finger tip and said. “Computer ready shower shelf for penetration.”
I gently lifted her knees and slid her down toward the end of the shelf, as I did, and the computer detected the change in weight distribution the center of the shelf dropped away leaving to thinner places for her feet, as I stepped between them a nozzle came up and sprayed warming oil over her clit, her lips and down the crack of her ass. Moving forward I directed the nozzel at her sphincter and pushed it forward as warm lube began to flow from it, entering her ass and preparing it for the next toy.
I began to lick her again as she began to stir and moan, her mouth moving with only occasional sounds coming from it, Next came the toy, aimed for her as the slender vibrator entered her all the way to the hilt and then started expanding as the sleeve filled with warm air and the vibrator began to pulse. Her eyes flew open and I moved to the side of her head, turning it toward my hard cock and slipping it between her lips. She began to deep throat me as I swelled and then when I was completely rock hard and she was on her way to her first assgasm in this position I moved back between her legs and slammed into her hard, her next orgasm was started as I hammered in and out of her sweet pussy. She was coming and crying and begging “please Daddy, take me, make me your girl. I never want to leave, nnnnnngggggg, more Daddy, I’m cumming so good, you feel so good, mmmmmmmmm. FUCK! My balls let go and I pumped deep inside of her as her eyes rolled up in her head again and she went out like a candle when the wick is cut.
She came into consciousness just long enough to drink some water and slide down under the covers of my bed, I put the water away and slipped into bed next to her, when I did she slipped under the covers and down until she was able to suck me into her mouth, licking and sucking a couple of times and cradling my balls, she lay with her head on my leg, my balls in her hand and my cock in her mouth. “Good night Daddy, thank you for everything.” She inserted my cock back in her mouth and settled down to sleep.
Several years have passed and that is still her favorite way to sleep, even if she and one of her friends make me into a Steve sandwich and we all sleep in the same bed, that is her position to sleep in. It has been interesting a couple of times when she has been dreaming and I wind up giving her a mouthful at the end of an Ashley induced wet dream but she loves it just the same.--