1 comments/ 22409 views/ 5 favorites Angela Learns the Rules By: Xantu This is a continuation of Angela and Devin's story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. They are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after "Angela: Waiting's Reward". In this story Devin teaches Angela about rules and learns he can't control everything. *** Three whole days to spend with Devin. Angela was giddy with excitement. Eager to get the few things she needed to do that morning behind her; she practically danced as she got her briefcase from the foyer of his apartment. Setting up a temporary desk at the kitchen table, Angela rushed through the her calls to the maintenance contractors, letting them know that she had gotten their bids and she would be reviewing them and would let them know if she needed any modifications on Monday. She called Shirley and let her know that her appointments were going to take longer than she had originally anticipated and told her that they had gotten so much accomplished that week that she should take the day off. She began to put her lap top away and clean up her papers when she realized she was still naked as a jaybird. She squealed with laughter. Devin was at his desk on the phone when she came out and put her brief case in the foyer. His eyes followed her graceful nude figure as she crossed the room and then crossed back again, and went into her bedroom. Aware of his eyes on her, Angela added a seductive come hither swing into her hips as she walked away from him. He made a couple of more calls and then put the phone down and followed her to her room. Angela was in the bathroom seated in front of the mirror, taking her hair out of the braid. She saw him reflected in the mirror and paused looking up at him in the mirror. He smiled and nodded, "Go on." Angela picked up her brush and began to brush. He could tell her hair was different, hanging smoother and longer; a shining, rippling water fall rather than a mass of chaotic curls. "What did you do with your hair?" "A couple of things, at the spa salon they gave me some conditioners that help it hang smoother and tangle a lot less and having it in a braid sort of straightens it a little. It won't stay straight like this very long if I leave it down." "Bring your hair brush and come on into the front room." He grabbed a pillow and went in and sat on a couch throwing the pillow on the floor at his feet. "Kneel on the pillow with your back to me." Taking the hair brush from her hand he began to brush her hair. Angela was apprehensive. Men had tried to brush her hair in the past. It had always ended disastrously. Her curls and the length had always ended in backlashes around the brush, frustration and failure. He was careful and learned quickly not to pick up the brush until he had brushed all the way to the end. She began to relax and let the soothing pull and release on her scalp rock her back with each stroke. He began to talk as he brushed her hair. "Angela it is normal for you to fell anxious and unsure of yourself at this stage of our relationship. You have a challenge before you with incredible rewards and frightening consequences. And you don't even know the rules of the game." "As you increasingly submit to my will, you will naturally become softer, more compliant, more dependent on my direction, my strength." "You will not become weaker. In fact, your strength will build, but it will be the strength of calmness, waiting, devotion, obedience, endurance, and patience." The soft pace of his words and the rhythm of the brush running through her hair lulled Angela into an almost hypnotic state. She knelt totally relaxed, her hands in her lap, her eyes closed, just feeling and listening. "Angela be reassured that I will not become angry or disappointed if you make a simple mistake. If I have not told you specifically about an expectation and you do something or for that matter fail to do something it will not be your mistake. It will be mine. I will never hold you responsible for any errors that are not your own. If you forget or accidentally make an error and it was something you knew you should not do, the consequences will reflect that. The intention behind the act is more important than the actual error. If you willfully do something you knew I did not want you to do I can promise you that you will regret it." His voice was coolly neutral but Angela felt a prickle of fear chase across her skin. "The only rules you have to remember are that I require respect, obedience, honesty and loyalty." "Treat me with respect. Never be sarcastic, manipulative, or unkind." "Obey me. Whatever I direct you to do, I full expect you to do. If it is beyond your abilities I expect to see you struggling to succeed. It will be OK to ask for help but never question my right to give you a direction or the wisdom behind a direction. If you do not understand why I tell you to do something, just do it. The very compliance will enlighten you." "Honest is desperately important to me. Don't ever lie to me. Not even as a joke. Don't hide behind omission or distortion." "Loyalty means you protect me and our reputation fiercely. You do not gossip. You do not place anyone's needs before mine." Devin put down the hair brush and turned her to face him. "If you filter your anxieties through these four principles of respect, obedience, honesty, and loyalty. You will find that you will allay many of your fears." Angela looked up into his eyes and nodded. "I have rules I have to follow too." "I must treat you with the utmost respect. I will never ask you to submit to any experience that will degrade or humiliate you. It is my hope that every moment we share makes you feel stronger, more beautiful, more desirable, prouder, more capable. "I must be obedient to myself. My role requires I always place your safety and discipline at the highest priority. This commitment is a responsibility that cannot be forgotten for even a second." "I will not ever lie to you." "Loyalty flows in my veins. As long as you are loyal to me, I will do nothing to betray you. "Your safety is also my responsibility. I have and obligation to protect you from physical and emotional injury. Nothing we do will ever make you to bleed, scar you, or cause any permanent injury. Rituals of accepting and enduring pain are an integral to demonstrating and reinforcing the structure of our relationship. It is my duty to insure you are always safe. It is likely that at some point in your eagerness to submit you will wish for more than is safe for you. I must always be there to protect you, even from yourself." "Do you have any questions." Angela felt buffeted by the words. She had been so relaxed from the rhythmic pull and release of the hair brush, and then he had had her turn and look up into his face. She had gazed into his eyes mesmerized as his speech seemed to flow straight into her heart. She licked her lips, reciting, "Respect, Obedience, Honesty, and Loyalty. It is more than I could ever hope for. I do have one question. Is is permitted to tell you that I love you?" Devin gently stroked her face and smiled. "When we are alone, it is permitted. I caution you to use it sparingly. Love is a natural emotion but it is an emotion that can cloud your thinking. The task of learning our roles will be easier if our minds are clear. Anything else?" Somehow Angela was reluctant to speak, gazing raptly at his eyes, her lips trembling, she shook her head no. "Before you come to me with another question, stop and think about the four principles. You will most likely find your answer there. It will also keep you from wasting our time together. Unfortunately my business takes me away much to often for me to tolerate too much silliness." "Next time you are able I want you to bring me the vibrator you bought. I do not want you to masturbate with anything other than your hands. If you are so horny you need to relieve yourself, your fingers will work just fine. Toys are reserved for times we are together." Suddenly his voice was less soft, sharper more directive. "Enough talk. Give me your hands." Angela mutely held her hands to him. His large hands grasped her wrists and standing he pulled her to her feet. He brought her wrists behind the small of her back and trapped them there with one hand. He roughly pulled her to him, pressing her hips to his with the his hand behind her. He tangled his other hand in her hair and turned her face to his. Her eyes met his shining with anticipation, her tongue slowly licked her lips. Devon growled deep in his throat and leaned down and seized her mouth with his. Angela hummed a soft satisfied sound deep in her throat, opening her mouth to him, inviting him to take her completely. His kiss grew more forceful, demanding more, forcing her head back. Angela relaxed in his arms letting him bend her further back, her thighs pressed to his, feeling the heat and swelling of his cock against her, separated by only a single layer of silk. She slowly ground her cunt against him. A soft whimper rose up in her throat and into his mouth. Devin broke the kiss. His breath hot against her lips, he traced his lips down her arched neck, to her cleavage. He could feel her heart racing under his lips. "Get on your knees." Angela's eyes blinked and focused. She gracefully sank back to her knees before him, her face turned up to him, her lips full and red from his kisses. "Suck me. Suck my cock." Angela smiled and reached for the waistband of his pajama, slowly sliding them down his thighs and slipping them down to his feet. She ran her hands back up his legs and dragging her nails up his calves, the backs of his knees and the soft flesh of his inner thighs and gently cupping his balls. Softly she began to kiss his balls, licking and blowing her breath across the tender flesh. Opening her mouth with infinite care she eased one ball into her mouth and gently massaged it with her tongue and then moved to the other. Moving up she kissed along the length of his shaft, strumming with her tongue. Devin stood statue still, his breath hissing through his teeth. Not comfortable with the angle from her kneeling position, Angela slowly straightened her legs and bent sharply at her waist opening her mouth she took the red bulbous head into her mouth, and moving her tongue in a circle around and around. Gripping his shaft firmly she slowly pumped her hand. She could feel his head swelling bigger, and began to circle in the opposite direction and moaned a soft deep sound in her throat. He grabbed her hair and began to push her down wanting to go deeper. Angela tipped her head sharply and took him deep, the first try she gagged and had to try again adjusting her angle she took him deep into her throat, her nose buried in the fur of his belly. Slowly she stroked the length of him, working hard with her tongue along his shaft and she worked up and down, her throat closing around his cock head at the end of each stroke. His hands began to clench in her hair, his balls tightened, she reached past them and began to massage the skin between his balls and asshole. Devin groaned out, "Fucking cock sucking whore." Forcing his cock deep in her throat came, his hot come pumping into her mouth. Angela swallowed convulsively, milking him of each spasm, humming in approval. She gently sucked and licked until he was soft in her mouth. Feeling exultant, she gracefully lowered herself back to her knees and looked up to his face expecting approval and was startled and frightened to see him glowering at her, rage clear in his eyes. She shrank from his look, blanching and whimpering. "I thought I told you to never fucking lie to me." Her voice was soft and confused. "Lie?" "You said you had never done that before me, and after your little innocent act last time, you had me believing you." "Sir, I never lied. It was true." "Then where the fuck did you learn how to do that." "What I just did?" "Don't play games with me, you fucking know what I mean." "Sir, I felt dumb not knowing how to make love to you when you make me feel so good. I.. I asked a friend for some advice. I looked on the internet. I practiced with the vibrator to figure out how it would be in my mouth. I am sorry if I did something wrong." "Who did you ask?" Angela's face flamed red, her voice shyly reluctant, "Avery." His eyes bugged out and he coughed. "Avery?" "Please sir, don't be mad at him. I asked him. He has been so sweet and kind to me." Laughing, he responded, "Oh I am not mad. I am amazed at your genius. If you want to learn how to suck cock there is no better teacher than an old queen. And I must say you have certainly learned to suck cock like an expert." "Did you like it?" "Hell yea I liked it. I will like it better next time when I am not being stupid and letting my temper get the better of me." "I have been looking at the internet and reading about human sexuality. I just wanted to do good for you." "Hmm... It seems I have found myself a perfectionist. Such a hard worker deserves a reward." He lifted her to her feet and picked her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck and burrowing her face into the thick black hair on his chest, Angela marveled at the ease with which he lifted her. She was a tall girl with generous curves in all the right places, she knew she was a handful to pick up. While Devin was only about 3 inches taller than her, he was solidly muscled with unusually broad shoulders and massive arms and chest. She deeply inhaled his scent and sighed in happiness. Devin walked into her bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. "Sir, can I pee?" "Go for it." Angela quickly peed and then grabbing her toothbrush she quickly refreshed her mouth. She did not mind the flavor of his come but there was an aftertaste in her mouth that she didn't much like, something chemical. As she walked back into the bedroom, he was standing at her bureau, looking through her drawers. "Come here." Angela felt a rush of nervous excitement. When she was close beside him he gathered her into his arms and gave her a deep quick kiss. "Mmm... minty. Don't you like the taste of come?" "I like it OK, but there is a kind of an aftertaste like medicine or chemicals." "Probably something I ate." "Maybe you could eat more chocolate." Devin laughed and swatted her ass. It was playful but he was firm and her ass stung. Angela yelped and a thrill ran through her, lighting a fire in her cunt, unconsciously she leaned closer to him, breathing deeper. Devin began to pull out shackles. "Lets look at these." Taking off her precious leather bracelets, Devin showed her how the leather cuffs worked. They were wider, with heavy D-rings and very adjustable, fitting perfectly around her wrists. Almost four inches wide they were soft and supportive designed to spread the stress over a wider area of wrists and ankles. They had simple buckles and Velcro closures. They were easy to put on needing only one hand to fasten and unfasten. "Much of the time you will be able to unfasten these yourself, but you must only do this if you feel you are in danger of injury and for some reason you cannot communicate that to me. Other than that if I have bound you, you must endure until I choose to free you." He showed her some narrower leather bands that would fit around her waist, upper thighs, upper arms and even one that was a collar for her neck. They all fit perfectly. Angela was beginning to feel dizzy with nervousness and anticipation. She could feel her cunt, hot and wet, beginning to throb. She never expected to get so stimulated just looking at and trying on this stuff. His voice was pleased, "This is making you hot isn't it." Angela cleared her throat nervously, "Yes Sir, hot and bothered." "Put shackles on your wrists, once you have done that go lay on the bed on your back. Grabbing a handful of the silk straps, he followed her. Lacing the silk tie through the the D-rings on the wrist cuffs he tied her hands to the bar at the head of her bed. Taking a second strap he tied it around her leg just at the knee and slipping it behind her head he tied it to her other knee, pulling her knees up toward her chest. Pulling her down to the foot of the bed, the strap holding her wrists tightening and stretching her arms above her, leaving her ass right over the foot of the bed. Taking two more ties he tied them to her knees and bound them to the bed posts spreading them wide. "Does it hurt anywhere?" Angela felt completely exposed, her knees held high and wide, her arms extended above her head. She shook her head. Taking another silk band Devin blindfolded her, wrapping the silk around and around until not even a crack of light showed through. "Remember; if you need to stop all you have to say is 'stop'. If you want to be untied all you have to say is 'let me go'. If you want to leave all you have to say is 'I want to go home.'" Devin leaned down and spoke softly directly into her ear. "Today we are going learn about your orgasms; what turns you on, how to prolong your responses, how to delay your orgasms. Think of a scale of one to ten. One is not turned on at all and ten being having an orgasm. What number are you now"? Angela squirmed. "Um, three?" "You like being tied up a lot don't you?" Angela sighed and nodded. "Tell me the other things that make you hot. If you get more excited tell me you new number. We want to stop at nine, don't go to ten without me telling you its OK." "Your voice, kissing, your hands holding mine, the way you taste and smell, being told what to do, the way your hands and cock feel hot when they touch my skin. Um, four, Sir." "Keep talking." Devin moved between her legs and began to run his hands along the inside of her thighs. Looking down at her cunt he felt a little spark of dissatisfaction at amount of pubic hair growing around her pussy. "The sounds of moaning when people are fucking, the pain and the heat of being spanked, the way my insides jerk and shake when you fuck into me hard..." On impulse he went to his bathroom and got his electric shaver. "Don't move. You are getting a small haircut." He snapped open the side burn trimmer attachment and began to trim the longer hairs around her cunt lips. "The sight of your hard cock, the way it feels in my mouth, knowing that I am pleasing you..." A tremor ran through Angela thighs. Turning the shaver head to he began to shave her, removing all her curls except a triangular thatch over her mound. Her fat pouting lips were almost the exact same shade of pink as her nipples. "Much prettier. Keep talking." "Wish I could see." Her voice was breathless. "Five sir, your cock pushing into my cunt, saying dirty words to you, being tied, the smell of sex, the taste of my juices on your cock, "What number?" He softly stroked along the smooth skin with his finger tip and dipped into the hot dampness between "Ooh, four, oh god, five. When you finger my cunt, the sensation of your skin touching mine, how strong you are, oh god I can't think of anymore, six Sir." "You must keep your pussy shaved like this." He leaned down and blew his hot breath across her newly bared skin. Spreading the fat pink lips, he gently pulled on her inner labia, stretching and spreading them, jerking them gently. Her clit was swelling and peeking out. "Oh god, that, what ever you are doing, that turns me on. Seven, Sir." Devin slid his fingers down and rubbed a wet slippery finger across her asshole. Angela gasped and stopped breathing. With his other hand he slid two fingers into her cunt. Angela moaned and began to gasp, breathing deep and fast, "Nine, NINE!" He held his fingers very still, feeling her cunt trembling and clenching around his fingers. "What happened to eight?" Angela Learns the Rules Angela grated out between her teeth, "I don't know. Oh Jesus, Sir, its not going away." He could feel her cunt beginning to clench harder and more rhythmically. "Oh fuck, oh god fuck no." Shaking her head, she fought her restraints trying to escape the feeling. Wailing in defeat, she arched and began to spasm, her orgasm refusing to be denied. Devin relented and began to thrust his fingers into her, rubbing his thumb on her clit, pulling her higher, forcing her orgasm to prolong, the long shudders shaking her frame. When she was finally limp and sweaty, she burst into tears. He untied her, removed her blindfold and sliding her up the bed held cuddled her against his chest. Her voice was thick with tears, "I'm sorry." "Angela it was a first try. You were probably a lot closer to your orgasm than you realized. You are still learning about your body. It is not the same every time. It will take practice. Your orgasm from me masturbating you will be very different from one with me fucking you. Its about learning. There is no way you can learn without some failures along the way." "I would feel better if you punished me." "Angela you have done nothing wrong." "Please sir, I would feel better if you punished me." "Angela, do not ever tell me when you think you need to be punished. That is not your role." "It was my fault. I forgot to pay attention. When you touched my asshole, I stopped thinking about my numbers. I was bad." "What were you thinking about?" "It felt good. I wondered if you were going to fuck me there." "I can promise you that I will definitely be fucking you there. How do you feel about that?" "The idea makes me excited and nervous." "I very much enjoy ass fucking but it takes a bit more planning. Its a lot more enjoyable if you are extra clean. I would require you to give yourself an enema before I go there." For the first time he saw reluctance in her eyes. Her lips turned down in a grimace. "Could I have privacy for that?" Her embarrassment and discomfort was obvious. "Sweet Angela, I would give you all the privacy you need for such a personal endeavor. But do not dwell on that. I have no plans to explore your ass today. We need to practice learning about your orgasms. I urge you to not lose focus." Pulling her to him he growled in mock severity. "Don't lose track of the numbers, bitch." And forced his lips down on hers savagely. A joyful hum welled up in her throat, and she reached up and grabbed the bar behind her head. When he let loose of her lips, she sighed and said "Five, Sir." "Five already?" She smiled ruefully and nodded. "What am I going to do with you." "Fuck me?" "You have been getting increasingly impertinent." Angela giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Four and dropping, Sir." "Turn over and keep holding the bar and get your ass in the air." Angela quickly assumed his preferred position, on her knees with her head down. She wiggled her ass provocatively as he knelt behind her, running his hands over her ass. He raised his arm and spanked her firmly on one of her ass cheeks. She yelped, "Four, Sir". He began to rub his cock along her ass and between her legs. "Mmm, Five, Sir." Finding her heated opening he began to tease her, pushing the head of his cock gently at her opening and retreating when she would lean toward him trying to engulf him. He slapped her other cheek a hard stinging spank and quickly a third and a fourth. She moaned out, "Six, oh yes, six, thank you Sir." He began to push himself into her, gripping her hips, sliding into her his full length. "Oh fuck, fuck, seven, oh fuck, eight. Please wait please, wait, wait..." The panic in her voice made him pause. "I just need to catch my breath." He could feel her trembling under him, trying to control her breathing. "I don't think I can stop myself from coming if you fuck me." He began to gently move. She whimpered, "Oh god, Sir." Pulling out, almost to his head he sank back into her depths, pumping slow and steady. "Oh fuck nine." "Slow it down. Control it." "Oh Sir, how, I don't know how. Oh fuck, I can't..." Her words dissolved into a groan of defeat, with a sob, she began to spasm around his cock. He began to thrust against her harder. Angela began to grind back against him. Groaning in ecstasy at each thrust she came again and again. Devin could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat in his cock and spine. He began to lunge into her brutally hard, forcing grunts from Angela as his thrusts shook her. "Take it bitch." Angela lunged and surged back to him with each thrust, wanting more. "Fuck yes, give it to me." Suddenly freezing she arched and screamed as her orgasms blended and peaked in one all encompassing crest of ecstasy. Devin met and matched her, snarling as he pumped his come deep into her cunt. Angela lay limp under him, her eyes closed, tears on her cheeks. Devin did not like the look of defeat on her face when she would have normally looked happy and satisfied. He had no intention of setting her up for defeat but he had not anticipated her inability to control her responses to him. He turned her and held her close again. This time she did not sob, but tears crept out from under her eyes, and she hid her face against his chest. He pulled her face away from his chest and began to gently kiss the tears off her face. Kissing the lids of her eyes. "Open your eyes baby, lets talk about this." Her eyes reluctantly opened, a sob bubbled up her throat. "Shh... don't cry." "I couldn't do it. I tried, I really tried." "I could tell you were trying." "When you touch me, when your cock is in me, I can't ignore the feeling, its like a match to tinder. I can't keep from catching on fire. I don't know how to make it stop." "Maybe you can't. Lets take a break." Devin turned her on her side facing away from him and spooning up against her warm soft skin he pulled the sheet up over them. He was not particularly sleepy but it was his habit to be a bit lazy for a while after he came. He lay with his face against her hair, noting idly that the shimmering waves had transformed back into the chaotic mass of ringlets he remembered. He reflected on the task he had set before them. Angela had been incredibly sexually sensitive and responsive from the first day he had met her. He had assumed that this was due to her having not had any sexual partners that had ever satisfied her before meeting him. He was beginning to think that this woman in his arms may not be able to control her responses. He did not want to prolong this exercise if it just made her feel defeated. "Are you asleep?" "No, Sir." "Go get a wash cloth and come clean me up." Angela slipped from under the sheet and scampered into the bathroom. When she returned, she pulled the sheet off. "Please sir, turn on your back. Would it be OK to wash your whole body?" "That would be nice." Kneeling on the bed beside him, Angela gently washed his face and proceeded to wipe down his whole body finishing with his cock and balls. Returning to the bathroom she rinsed the washcloth and asked, "Sir, may I clean up myself too?" "Sure." Sitting on the pot, she quickly peed and then taking the washcloth she cleaned herself thoroughly. She could not resist stopping and admiring her newly shaved pussy lips. Running her fingers over the soft smooth skin, she shivered at the way the skin seemed more sensitive to the touch. Walking back to the bed she saw he was standing putting away the shackles and silk straps, neatly arranging them and in the drawers they belonged in. "From now on you will need to do this, the care of these things is your responsibility. They need to be kept clean and put away after each time we use them. Handing the last few straps to her he walked from the room while she carefully folded them and put them away. As she was carefully stacking the silken straps in the drawer she carefully moved the ropes coiled on the other side of the drawer and her attention was drawn to the sound of metal scraping along the bottom of the drawer. Moving the ropes aside she saw about a dozen carabiner clips and a several pulleys. Angela whimpered and jumped when she felt his lips on her shoulder. He had moved up behind her so silently she was surprised at his touch. "They are for when I want to hang you from the ceiling." A long trembling shudder shook her frame. "Would you like to see?" She stood, staring mesmerized at the ropes and pulleys. The trembling was shaking her continuously, making her voice quiver and stutter, "Ye... ye... yes S... Sir." "Scared or excited?" "Are... aren't... they the sa... same... thing?" "For this purpose perhaps. Angela, put this in with the crops." Devin handed her a whip with dozens of narrow leather strips. Her hand shook as she held it, the fall of black leather strips vibrating in in response. Angela held it to her face and inhaled the scent of the leather. A soft whimper rose in her chest and her knees began to sag. Dropping to her knees it took her two attempts to open the drawer and put the flogger in with the paddle and canes. Devin stood back and watched Angela's reaction to the prospect of being bound and beaten. He could see her nervous tension was at a breaking point but she did not seem to be terrified. He was deliberately stretching out her wait, making her tension build higher. He could tell from her color and breathing that she was sexually excited. "Get out shackles for your wrists and ankles and put them on. Get out the flogger and go sit down on the foot of the bed. I will be back in a just a few minutes." Angela seemed to calm and focus more now that she had a task to carry out. Sitting on the foot of the bed Angela was having trouble catching her breath. She could hear Devin on the phone in the other room, but she could not understand what he was saying. She could not take her eyes off the flogger in her lap. Each individual leather strip was soft and light but all together they had a mass that felt solid in her hand and she ran them through her palm. The handle was well crafted, wrapped with braided leather. She forced herself to slow and calm her breathing, wishing she could do the same for her racing heart. Devin made her wait for thirty minutes. Taking a step stool he went into her room. As she sat on the foot of her bed he attached two pulleys to the rings on the ceiling at the foot of her bed and threaded a rope through each. Angela sat statue still, clutching the flogger, her eyes following his every movement. Climbing down from the stool, Devin stepped up to her and lifting her chin so she looked up and him he traced his thumb across her lips, and smiled. "Kneel." Angela slipped to her knees at his feet, her head tilted sharply looking sharply up at him. "Do you give yourself to me?" Angela nodded mutely. "Say it." She licked her lips and cleared her throat. "Sir, I give myself to you." "Ask me to bind you and teach you." "Please Sir, bind me and teach me." "Say the words you can use to stop me if you need me to stop." "I can say 'stop' if I need you to stop. I can say 'let me go' if I want you to set me free. I can say 'I want to go home' if I want to leave." "I am pleased you have been paying attention. Stand up, turn your back to me and raise your hands over your head. Don't talk any more." Angela was breathing in nervous gasps as she complied with his direction. Taking the flogger from her hand, he stretched her arms over her head but left her standing on her feet. Walking to her closet he picked out a spreader bar. Kneeling at her feet he forced her feet apart and attached the spreader. Standing close behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight to him, he traced his lips across her shoulder and up to her ear. "You are very beautiful like this." He ran his hand across her ass and down the crack of her butt, and roughly shoved his fingers up her cunt. She jumped and whimpered. "Your cunt is wet." Stepping back he picked up the flogger. He trailed the the ends of the leather down across her back and across her ass. Her ass muscles tensed and quivered. Her knees were shaking hard, making the carabiners attaching her ankle shackles to the bar rattle. He flicked the flogger against her gently. She flinched and froze holding her breath. He swung against her more firmly, the flogger making a nice thump against her flesh. She gasped and began to breath deeply, a soft moan escaping her lips. He smiled, he knew that the little flogger was not hurting much her at all. He swung back the other direction, building a rhythm, hitting harder now to add a bit of sting, whipping her ass, then her thighs, across her shoulders blades, always returning to red stinging ass cheeks. Angela began to flinch and whimper, swaying on her feet, breathing hard through her mouth. He moved close behind her again, his breath hot on her neck. His voice low, he growled in her ear, "You like this. You like this a lot. Ask me to fuck you." "Oh god yes, Sir, Fuck me. Fuck me please." Stripping, Devin stepped in front of her, putting his feet inside the spreader, he picked up her feet, forcing her to take her weight on her arms. He put her feet on the foot of the bed, her legs on either side of his hips. Holding her hips he began to rub his cock head up and down her cunt lips. "Talk dirty, bitch." "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt." Angela tried to lower herself onto him. He bent his knees and and sat down on the edge of the bed, lowering himself out of her reach. "Beg for it." "Please Sir, please fuck me." Standing he entered her. "Yes, shove it in me, fuck me with that hard cock." Angela began to fuck herself on his cock, pushing herself up and down with her legs, supporting herself with her arms, her back arched and her head hanging back. "My ass is on fire, my cunt is burning up. Oh god fuck me." Devin grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. Angela jerked and screamed as she came. Devon held her weight in his arms and moved against her until she calmed. Devon pulled his still hard cock out of her and quickly untied her hands and feet. "Get on the bed baby, ass up. My turn." Angela got on the bed, crawled up and grabbed the bar, raising her hips. "Your turn. Fuck me rough." Grabbing her hips he lunged into her, plunging hard into her depths. "I love it like this. Fuck me hard." Angela leaned back and ground her ass against him, her breath forced from her in harsh grunts as she began to come. He thrust hard, stroking fast and deep. Reaching down he grabbed her hair and pulled back as he forced himself deeper and growling, "Fucking take it bitch.", and exploded deep into her. Spooned close to her back and ass, he kissed her ear. "Than was fun. Tell me what it was like for you." Angela sighed and stretched, her voice soft and foggy, "Just looking at the flogger was almost too much, my cunt kept throbbing and clenching just standing there, and then you told me to put on the shackles and hold it sitting there on the bed. I thought I was going to come when you said that. But then you made me wait, it was crazy sitting there. At first I was scared and after a while I started to get impatient, by the time you got back all I wanted was for you to beat the hell out of me." "Did you like the way it felt?" "I expected it to hurt more, but it was very sexy. I was right at the edge the whole time, like 8 or 9. I was so glad when you finally fucked me. It was cruel how you made me beg. I wanted it so bad." "Did you like the ropes?" "I like the exposed feeling, the helplessness. When you told me that I looked beautiful, it was such a rush, I almost came then. I wish I could see." Suddenly her voice was shy, "Sir, what I like best is when you tell me to get on the bed with my ass up. It makes me feel so happy and it turns me on the most of anything we do, when you crash into me so hard, your cock feels like it is filling me up all the way to may heart." "Well it is the way I like to come so we make a good pair. I ordered Italian for dinner." After dinner Devin got out a backgammon board. "Do you know how to play?" "I have played a few times but I am not very good at it." "Well I have something new to teach you about. In Greece everyone plays a game that is very like backgammon. Its the national game. Lets play in bed, that way the winner can claim his rewards." "Rewards?" "Yes, its much more fun when a wager is involved. Hmm... lets start with kisses."