Part One
The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes, she lay face down on the bed. A pillow placed under her bottom raising it just a few inches off the bed making a tempting target.
He walked around the bed looking at her smooth skin, his eyes lingering over her raised bottom and then stopping as he came to her face. Her head turned to one side showing her succulent red lips slightly parted, her breathing had quickened as she had been restrained. As he stroked back, her long blonde hair, the smell of her womanhood mingling with leather and her perfume reached his nose.
He stepped back from her, and with a light rattan cane started to rhythmically cane her awaiting bottom. She gasped and wriggled her bottom slightly as the first gently stings hit her skin. Tensing and relaxing the muscles wanting it to stop. The first stings hurt the most, her body and mind had not relaxed into what was happening.
He kept the rhythm going tap, tap, tap, building it up slightly, but not marking her beautiful white skin which now had the first flush of pink from his attentions. Watching her all the time waiting for the right time to move up a pace.
As her mind submitted to the rhythm of the cane, her body no longer tensed, her wriggling stopped and she sank into the bed, accepting and enjoying the attentions of her Master and the feel of the cane. As he saw her body relax he increased the pressure of the cane, she let out a sigh and arched her back slightly wanting the cane, wanting it to build.
Tap, Tap, Tap, he kept the rhythm going harder than before, building the pinkness but not marking her. This was to be a sensual caning nothing harder, no marks.
Tap, Tap, Tap, the small rattan danced on her pink bottom, a gentle ripple as each one hit. He moved quietly around the bed so he was now delivering the cane from the other side. Still the same Tap, Tap, Tap, building up the colour, building up the warmth. She let out another sigh and pushed her bottom up off the pillow as much as the restraints would allow her. She wanted more, she wanted harder. She loved the cane and she was now swimming in the delicious rhythm her Master was tapping out.
He continued Tap, Tap, Tap. Her bottom was now a deep warm pink, her body lay slumped flat on the bed total relaxation in her. As he looked at her face he could see a small sexual smile across her lips. As he looked back to her bottom he noticed a sexual glint from her cunt.
And so he continued, time passing with nothing but the Tap, Tap, Tapping of the cane to be heard as she slipped deeper and deeper into the rhythm and the warm sensual feeling.
He stopped and stroked her now warm dark pink bottom. It felt smooth soft and wonderfully warm and sexy.
Gently he put a blanket over her and quickly he untied her hands and feet. His clothes discarded he slipped under the blanket behind her and snuggled up to her back. She responded by pushing her warm bottom into his crotch.
It would be some time before they would emerge from their love.
Part Two
The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed. The ball gag was causing her trouble. It was slightly too large, she had had to open her mouth very wide to get it in, and now it was buckled at the back, it was tight in her mouth. Her jaws ached and her tongue swirled around at the back of it, struggling to push it out.
She was distracted however by the feelings between her legs. The dildo that was forcing its way in and out of her cunt was causing her mind to wander, her body to react and her juices to flow. It was large and filled her, stretched her. It was relentless, pounding in and out, her lips opening and closing to accommodate it. The noise of the machine pushing it was rhythmic, adding to her sense of unreality. In the midst of another orgasm she felt his hand on her body, she tried to react but discovered her body wasn't her own, that it was held trapped, impaled on this machine that was the center of her orgasm ravaged universe. She felt helpless.
His hand caressed her body, stroking down from the shoulder, along and under her breast, just lightly tapping on the clamp that was there on the way past. Lower the hand went, over the wide leather strap that held her to the bed. The hand rested lightly then, just below her navel, gently raising and lowering as the large intruder forced its way in and out. She orgasmed again, breathing desperately through her nose, her eyes tight shut behind the blindfold, as she tried to scream past the object in her mouth.
Eventually she relaxed, and realised his hand wasn't there anymore. She listened but all she could hear was the whirring of the machine that held her. She turned her head this way and that trying to hear him, her sightless eyes searching him out. Another orgasm was building, distracting her attention.
She suddenly felt the warmth of his breath on her face, and tried to lift her head to meet him, but the high collar around her neck made it difficult. The orgasm was building higher and higher, her stomach muscles rippling as it broke and washed her away.
When the orgasm rolled away she realised the machine was off. The huge plastic dick was in her, but no longer moving. She relaxed, a little fearful it would start again. She felt the buckles on the gag being loosened, and with relief she pushed it out with her tongue as he pulled it away. It came free with a soft plop. She worked her jaws, painful and stiff as they were.
She waited to be freed from the rest of her restraints, but instead she heard a soft voice say, "Sleep Well", as a warm blanket was drawn over her tied, restrained, orgasm racked, cock-filled body. She felt, rather than saw him walk away, and felt rather than saw the light go off. She heard the door close.
She slept.
Part Three
Hands tied together with rough rope, the rope then firmly secured to the headboard of the over large hotel bed. Her legs held apart by a spreader bar that in turn was crudely attached to the legs of the bed by rope. She gently wriggled, testing the tightness of her bonds, as he placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was held tightly with little movement, her breasts and sweetly shaved cunt there for his delights.
It went quiet. She strained to hear what was happening. She heard scuffling then a door open and close. Someone must have gone into next door. They will be able to hear what’s happening. She blushed under her blindfold.
She then felt a gentle hand start to slowly roll her left nipple. Then her right nipple was getting the same gentle attention. She sighed and melted into the lovely sensual feeling. She loved getting her nipples played with. She started to moan, her womanly smell filling the air and her juices started to flow.
Then a hand lay on her stomach.
“NO!!!” she let out a small cry.
“Silence, you have been told!” Her Masters voice was firm.
Her head started to spin. There was someone else in the room. She was open and tied and vulnerable and there was someone else in the room.
The fourth hand rested on her stomach, all four hands stroking her body and caressing her breast and nipples. She tried to work out whose hands were doing what but she could not work it out, her head was spinning. She did not want this, she could use her safeword, but then that would stop it and she did not want it to stop. She was shocked and embarrassed at how much it was turning her on. She did not know who was there she did not know what was to happen.
A hand slipped between her legs. She tried to close them but the steel bar stopped any movement. The hand caressed her clit. She tried not to enjoy it, she tried not to let it show how much she was getting turned on by the unknown.
Another hand slipped a finger inside her warm wet hole, working it gently but firmly. Her tits were now getting worked on harder and firmer, sending small shocks of pain through her body. The finger worked expertly on her clit, it must be her Masters she thought but the hand on her tits were doing all the things she loved and the one working three fingers inside her, that must have been her Master.
They worked on her silently; her own breath and gasps filled the air. Harder her nipples were pulled, squeezed, rolled and pinched her clit now being worked on at a firm steady pace, she was unable to hide the wonderful orgasm now building and the fingers in her cunt never slowing, just keeping the rhythm and the pace going.
She let out a loud gasp, her body tensed her back arched off the bed.
”Come for me submissive” Her Masters voice said.
Her body jerked as her cunt twitched and her cheeks flushed as the pleasure of the orgasm swept over her.
She laid still her breath laboured. No one was touching her. Then she heard the door open and close. The blindfold removed and only Master was there. Would she ever know who had been his accomplice or had she just been mistaken?
Part Four
He looks down at her slender body as she lies quite still. Her legs chained to the foot of the bed holding her wide open for his pleasure. Her arms pulled straight above her also chained to the bed. The rattle of chain against the metal bedstead detects even the smallest of movements.
He strokes his hand along her stomach, over her navel and up between her pert breasts stopping at her chin. She opens her mouth just a little in anticipation of his fingers caressing them but they do not move any closer. He looks down at her soft tender lips so appealing so wanting. The smell of leather from her blindfold mingles with her womanly smell and drifts in the air. She is there for his pleasure.
His eyes fall on her nipples they always give away her feelings and they now stand proud and hard, He reaches down taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefinger her gently rolls them. She lets out a small gasp and arches her back slightly.
“You are such a tart!” his voice is calm and steady as he applies a little more pressure to her begging nipples.
She pushes her shoulders back onto the bed the chain holding her hand rattles, his firm grip is strengthen more as he now twists the nipples hard pulling them away from her body. She lets out a gasp of pain mingling with shear pleasure. As he keeps the pressure even and hard, he twists a little more. The pain shooting straight from her nipples to her clit making her wet and longing for more. He releases her nipples and watches her gently wriggle as the pain eases and her longing for sex increases.
Gently he places clover clamps on each erect and willing nipple, the cold metal on her skin increases the sensation, She holds her breath in anticipation of the pain then lets out a low groan as they are put in place. He lets the cold chain holding them together fall onto her soft warm skin.
He lubs up a large red butt plug and expertly slips it into her arse. “Hold it in place, you slut!” she gasps in pure pleasure from his actions and his words.
He places a vibrator at the side of the bed for use later then he climbs on the bed. One knee either side of her head facing the foot of the bed he lowers his arse hole onto her face. “Clean it bitch!” he hears a small gasp then he feels her soft gentle tongue working on his rear hole. He lets out a small moan of pleasure then reaches down and pulls on the chain causing the clover clamps to bit hard into her soft delicate nipples. She lets out a small squeal but he does not listen.
“Keep working on my arse bitch!” his words excite her the pain ripping through her body thrills her, the butt plug filling her own arse as her tongue licks and probes into her Master's arse. The humiliation of what she is doing just add to the wonderful pleasure of submitting to his will.
He lifts the vibrator and turning it on full he puts it onto her clit. “Concentrate on my arse, once that is clean I am going to fuck you mouth so hard. You are not allowed to cum at all tonight and your fanny will get NO attention.”
While he works on her clit with the vibrator, she works hard cleaning his arse pushing her tongue in deep, flicking the rim and licking it gently she is desperate to orgasm but knows her place. She knows she is there just for his pleasure.
Part Five
Her arms and legs had been gently tied to the four corners of the bed with soft silk scarves and another had been placed around her eyes. She lay motionless on the soft blanket that her Master had laid on the bed before she had been brought into the room. She could smell a mixture of smells. The lavender, roses, leather and candles all mixed together filling her with anticipation but also relaxing her. She had already been spanked; a good over the knee spanking, nothing too hard, but her bottom was warm and tingling as she lay waiting for whatever He had planned.
She heard him moving around the room, her senses sharpened by the blindfold. Then she felt it. On her left nipple it was wet, sharp and hot. No it was cold, she realised it was not the candle wax she had felt, but a drip of cold water. It ran down the side of her breast. The ice that the water had come from was now slowly being rubbed on her erect nipple and she gasped at the coldness, her body arching, pushing her breast up to the wetness.
Suddenly without her even realising he had stopped using the ice, the wax hit. Sharp and hot on her wet nipple. The pain shot through her, but melted into warm sensual pleasure. Then the next drip hit her nipple then splattered over her breast. It was being dropped from a fair height giving it time to cool enough for it to be felt but not to burn.
The drips continued, each time making her gasp and sigh in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The wax building up on the willing nipple as it dripped.
Then all was still. She felt her Masters hand pick off a little wax, but not the large mass of wax that covered her nipple. She lay waiting anticipating the same thing for her right nipple, but nothing happened. She felt his fingers move between her legs, her wetness giving away the pleasure she was getting from his attention. She groaned and moved her hips up to him.
"Such a slut!" His words teased her.
Then she felt it drip onto her navel. "Aaahhh" she cried as it hit her, then a giggle came over her. The drip was once more of ice cold water not of wax. She had not expected it on her navel and now she was finding it difficult not to laugh.
"Finding it funny are we?" he teased her more.
Before she could answer hot wax was poured onto her right nipple. Not dripped, but poured. She gave out a gasp as the initial shock and pain took her breath away. Then as the pain subsided and the waves of pleasure rode through her body, she melted deep into the bed. She loved the pain and pleasure her Master gave to her and her Master was rather proud of the waxed nipple covers he had made.
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03.10.07