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Dinner with Andrea Ch. 01

By: kinkerkink



When he considered it, he realized that she must have been searching.....searching for a strong man who would bend her will to his own, a man who would take her body and use it in ways erotic and devious. A man who would use pain for her pleasure and use her for his pleasure.

They had met at a coffee shop. He saw her and looked past the vanilla pseudo-intellectual facade to see the deep longing of submission that she carried within. Over their coffee, they had shared a nice conversation about life and the perils it brings to relationships. Her words carried an undertone of unfulfilled desires. He noted with some satisfaction that his subtle hints about bondage seemed to be received and understood without question or reservation. They made plans to meet for dinner in three days. Three days to plan and prepare for his new submissive....he had already begun to think of her as HIS. Her indoctrination would begin soon.

She arrived at his house in a nice neighborhood, unsurprised to find that the basement windows had secure treatments, allowing no clue as to what might be contained within. For three days she had dreamed of this night. Her mind raced and her body trembled against her will. Still she mastered her feet to put them up the steps to his door, the red pumps giving only a slight quiver as if she were chilled - but not this night.

He allowed her to enter, graciously removing her short black leather jacket. His hands on her shoulders caused a rippling thrill and her heart raced as the jacket slipped off her shoulders, his fingers deliberately caressing the backs of her arms as she stepped away from the jacket. As he looked into her eyes, he saw the need and desire burning within her. Taking her hand firmly, he led her up to the table for the special meal he had prepared for her.

The table was candlelit, and would have been romantic in any other setting. But her eyes were riveted to the chair. Strong and solid, she could not miss the hooks on the legs and arms, and the padding at the head. She stopped, but he did not let her go. His firm hand guided her to the chair, even as his eyes held hers and gave no answer to the questioning look she gave as she sat. A deep sigh as she settled into the seat confirmed His knowledge of her needs.

The rope felt right in his hands.....and it felt right that her legs should be bound tightly to the chair, the loops pressing her sculpted calves against the solid wood until she gasped slightly. She felt the wraps around her forearms, pulling them down until the only position left to her was to put her head back against the pillowed head of the chair. She tensed and flexed her wrists, knowing that the bonds would not give way. He knew that soon her arms and legs would begin to ache. He counted on that, and smiled in that knowledge.

Now he removed her shoes. Her naked feet dangled slightly, elevated from the 3" heels she had worn. The cool air between her toes would soon be replaced, as he stood and grasped a candle from the table. Her eyes widened, racing with the thought of what was to come. She tried to move her feet, but her heels were lodged against the side of the chair legs and her wiggling only drove bright points of pain into her ankles from the sharp edges of the chair legs. He wanted her to see......that was why he had not blindfolded her. She watched in fascination and fear as the candle tipped...and bit back a scream when her foot was coated with the hot white wax. It ran between her toes and dripped down, burning the arch of her right foot. Her left leg pulled tight reflexively, and the chair leg was a knife against her calf. Tears came to her eyes.....and in those tears, He saw her need and smiled. 

"It would be a pity to have only one, wouldn't it?"

Her mouth begged for respite....He strode to the table, took a roll and pressed in into her mouth. She nearly choked on the yeasty gag.

"That is merely the first thing your mouth will hold tonight, my dear. Are you comfortable now?" 

Her head shaking, he nodded and went back to the table for the red candle.

"Excellent."

This time, he took her foot in his hand, and held each toe apart. Her ankle screamed in protest, her aching calf cramping and knotting, the roll fell from her mouth and a gasping cry escaped. He slapped the arch of her foot and she cried. The blow from his hand to her cheek left a stinging impression on the flesh, a red print where he remembered her dimples to be......she drew several ragged breaths, sobbing. He stood over her, holding her chin in his hand. 

"Eat only when I feed you." 

Now an apple came from the fruit basket. His hand pressed against her jaw, opening her mouth impossibly wider than she had imagined. The apple was solid and tart. Her teeth were pinned into the fruit, her jaw pried open and unable to bite. The juice trickled down her chin, mixing with her saliva as she helplessly drooled on her sheer white blouse. She could feel the moist area growing over her left breast, spreading toward the nipple that pressed hard against the light fabric. His hand under her skirt grasped the light panty she had worn. His fingers curled around the crotch, knuckles pressing painfully against her clit. 

"You are unprepared. I am disappointed and will have to change that for you." 

She tensed, knowing what was to come. But she was unprepared for the force of his ripping and shredding of her clothes. The skin of her back and ass stung from the cloth being dragged over it and out from underneath. Now she was exposed.....and her body would betray her, a small puddle forming between her legs telling Him of her true state rather than listening to her meek words.

Now it was time, and he went back to her left foot. Each toe spread, the candle flame reflected in the wide-eyed fear on her face. "One", he intoned as the flame danced under the fleshy pad. Tears mingled with apple juice and drool as he continued. "Two. Three. Four. Five." Each time, the flame dancing along her flesh, the heat exquisite on the tingling ends of her toes. Her chest heaved with the labor of her fear.

He placed the small taper back on the table. Crossing to the cupboard he took a large jar candle off of the warmer he had prepared. "Now we will try some new stockings for you." The realization of what he intended overcame the ache in her jaw and her scream was literally bit off as the apple fell down her stained blouse, leaving her gasping and choking. Her sobs touched no compassionate place in Him. Holding her foot firmly at the ankle, he brought the jar of molten wax up, immersing her entire foot. As the burning and stinging overcame her, she drifted away from herself and felt only the waves of pleasure rolling in her belly, on and on and wishing that it would never stop.

To be continued...

Dinner with Andrea Ch. 02



She didn't know how long she had been gone. The crashing waves of passion had subsided, leaving her body wracked with aches and painful cramps in her shoulders and legs. Her blouse, once neatly pressed, was now a soiled mess of juice and drool barely coating her breasts in a moist covering that only slightly restrained her still aroused nipples. Her chin drooped to her neckline, the burn in her shoulders awakening her mind again. His hand was in her hair. He grabbed firmly and pulled her head back up. His burning eyes stared into hers. 

"Are you ready to eat and drink at my command?" 

A weak assent from her throat was met with a crushing, smothering kiss. His lips on hers, His tongue sweet and firm in her mouth, taking and owning her, telling her to whom she belonged. He knew her desires, and knew what she needed. Strong fingers on both nipples, twisting and pulling. She could not cry out with his mouth on hers, and she struggled to breathe through the sudden piercing pain. A smothered groan was all she could manage as the blouse was torn open by the force of His pulling. Her shoulders tried to respond to the command of her arching back, but they provided only further harmony to the symphony of pain and pleasure that coursed through her body.

At last He released her and she gulped air, collapsing back against the chair. The bonds were loosed at her wrists and ankles. 

"You may stand now." 

Her mind commanded and her legs refused. Cramps knotted her calves and she tumbled from the chair, a mewling heap before the table. Needles of sensation stabbed her arms and legs and shoulders as her body tried to regain itself. Any movement she made only brought further burning. 

"Are you warm?" Her head shaking weakly, she tried to refuse what was coming. Ice on her skin, another burning under His hands as her breasts were cupped in cubes, shoulders and back stroked with freezing prickles. She tried to roll away, onto her back. He only laughed. A firm swat on her ass left a red print with two fingers on each cheek and a sting on her tender bud. Two fingers spreading her cheeks. A cold probe and then the burning inside as the cube penetrated her ass and was left to melt. 


"That should cool things a bit. Perhaps you need some refreshment." His hand was in her hair again, her neck jarred by the yank and a scream escaping as she feared her hair being torn from her scalp. The outburst yielded His hand hard against her cheek again. She found her head pulled up, and placed on the chair pad. Her nose and lips rested in the puddle of her passion, the liquid cool against her burning cheek. 

"Drink." 

Now her tongue lapped at the brew, redolent of her passion and sweat. It did nothing to satisfy her. It only fired her desire more deeply. She rooted along the cushion, her tongue greedy. Then His hand was on her face, gripping her chin, two fingers sliding in her mouth and down her throat, followed by his mouth again. Thinking to show her passion, her tongue slid into his mouth. Suddenly His teeth were on her tongue, biting. The muted shriek of her surprise and pain cut was off as she realized He was holding her tongue hostage with His cruel teeth. Release came after a moment, and His short laugh. 

"I told you your mouth would feel many things."

Pulling her up by her hair, He turned her to look at the table. Now her mind registered what she had not realized before. The empty space in the middle of the table. He stood behind her. Taking her wrists, He brought them behind her back. She could not see the cuffs, but her wrists felt the leather and the weight of the steel rings and clips. A clink was echoed deep within her cunt. Her hands were against her ass, breasts thrust forward through her shredded blouse by the restraint of her shoulders. His hands tracing her buttocks, dallying slightly between her thighs, sampling the abundant moisture. One finger, circling slowly, then a gasp as two fingers thrust deeply in and rotated, an explosion of desire threatening to buckle her just recovered knees. 

"Why?", a moan from her lips. 

His only answer was the confident and slightly mocking smile as his fingers withdrew. His hands ran down her legs, sending shivers of anticipation through her thighs. Grasping her ankles, he wrapped the rope tightly again, stripping through the cooled wax and pulling her ankles tightly against each other. She stood precariously, her breath coming shorter as she realized her own helplessness. His hand in her hair again.

"Time for dinner, girl." 

Humiliation as she hopped two steps to the table. He laid her face down across the wood, her nipples pressed against the leaf joints. Now His rope was wound between the wraps of her ankles and the ring between her wrists. She cried, tears flowing onto the table as He tied her wrists and ankles together. The length of rope between them bowed her back and shoulders in an arch of agony. Her feet were raised, sole upwards. Her arms were pulled back, her neck straining. He strode to the window and removed the rod from the blinds, stroking her face and cheek as she begged Him not to hurt her. 

"I will not harm you....but yes, you will hurt." 

Her scream as the first stroke fell on her instep was music to His ears. First the left, then the right foot took the burning rod. She sobbed in pain. Trying to move her feet only pulled her shoulders, tendrils of pain shooting through her neck. The soles of her feet were laced with red lines from the cane. He paused, and she panted in exhaustion, emptied again by the intensity of the pain in her feet. 

"I think we need to take your mind off of the cane." 

Mind racing, she tried to anticipate His plans. He reached under the end of the table, and pulled. The leaves separated, allowing her breasts to float freely in the cool air, her tears small crystal jewels adorning the nipples. He reached behind her and lifted her ankles, forcing her nipples down between the table leaves. "No!" she gasped, finally recognizing His intent. Her plea did not dissuade Him and He closed the table. Her nipples were in agony, caught in the rough wood edges of the table. She felt as though they would be torn from her body. "Please, please." Her panting sobs were met by a whisper in her ear.

"Yes...you will hurt now – you are welcome." 

She tried to rock forward, easing the ripping burn in her nipples. The cane fell on the back of her thighs. She reflexively pulled them down and away, and nearly fainted as her nipples responded to the induced torture. 

"Be still, and only one part will hurt at a time." 

Another stroke on her ass, and she lost all logical thought, swooning in a sea of pain and delight. The ache in her nipples and the strokes of the cane on her ass and thighs and feet blended into an ambrosia of sensations where she floated, feeling every stroke and pinch and pull but unaware of the minutes passing outside of her comprehension. Lost as she was, she barely registered the release of her nipples when He opened the table again. The burning pricks as blood rushed back were topping on the delicacy just consumed, filling her and spilling over in groans of delight and devotion. 

When His hand grabbed her caned feet, they tried to jerk away from the piercing pain of His touch. That only caused the backs of her thighs to knot and cramp. Sobbing again, she could not resist Him as He swiveled her on the table top, her belly sliding easily in the film of sweat and tears. As he loosed her legs she thought to relieve her thighs, but the movement only brought more cramps and painful knots to her tortured legs, crossed with red welts from the caning. He began to massage her screaming legs, and slowly they relaxed under His touch. Her head down on the table now, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel His sensual touch. Every second she could feel the tension building inside her, waiting for release, needing to be released.

Instead, His hand came down, spanking the back of her thighs. She groaned but could not fight the spanking. His hand on her ass was firm and hard, burning where her thighs met the round globes of her ass. Stinging on her thighs and calves, the skin of her legs turning from a candy cane stripe to a nice even sunburned red under the spanking from His hand. His hand spanking her caned feet, renewing the burn that had only subsided what seemed like moments before. Flesh on flesh, she reveled in the feel of His hand on her legs and feet. Unbidden, her hips began to move, lifting her ass higher toward His strokes. Harder now, His spanking was hard enough to begin stinging His own hand. Up and down her legs, His hand stinging with the exertion and her body responding, her belly raised from the table, offering her ass in sacrifice to His raining hand. And a sacrifice it was, from the bottom of her back down to her thighs, a stinging red mass of muscle and skin, burning on every inch. Just as she thought it could push no higher He stopped. Walked away and left her on the table, covered in sweat, bathed in her passion, burning legs and ass, aching shoulders, cheeks and lips smothered against the table. Closing her eyes, her hips rocked back and forth with her heartbeat pounding in her chest, lost again in the place where pain and pleasure are one and the same.

So she never saw Him coming back, did not seen the bottle of lube that He carried, did not notice the glove on his hand. His hand felt gentle on her ass and she relaxed. The rocking stopped under His touch. That was quickly replaced with a gasp and clenching of surprise as two fingers thrust in her ass, spreading her bud open and twirling inside her, searching for the limits of her lust. 

"You have done well, little one. I will give you a small reward." 

She smiled and relaxed, the probing of her ass invigorating the lubrication between her thighs. She moaned, pouting as His fingers slipped out. Then they were back, three this time, stretching her wider than she had been before. She grunted and pushed against His hand, taking them deeper and spreading herself open. Her ass ached, her rim stretching. A fourth finger and she bit her lip, moaning through clenched teeth that threatened to open and allow her gasping breath to betray her need. Wider and wider...she whimpered, thinking that her skin would have to tear and bleed, that it could not take the size of His hand. Then finally, she felt his entire hand entering her. She tried to resist, tried to cry out. But she needed it; her body knew and responded, her mind refusing to accept her lust. His fingers probing her inside, moving within the soft confines of her anus. Then His other hand inside her pussy, the two sets of fingers searching for each other through her soft insides. And she exploded in passion again, waves of spasms clenching around His hands, holding Him inside her, bucking against Him, coating His fingers with her liquid. Thrusting up against him, uncontrollable spasms of pleasure making her insides ache, rolling and rolling until she begged Him to stop, begged Him to let her rest. But He did not, probing and prodding and keeping the orgasms coming until she lay helpless on the table, quivering with sensory overload, her entire being electric with the sensations. She saw bright lights, and then saw nothing.

To be continued......



Dinner with Andrea Ch. 03



She awoke to darkness, a rich blackness that covered her, embracing but not smothering. With no sight, her other senses were wide awake and straining. Her back was flat now, her breasts naked but moist with sweat in the cool air. She could feel her wrists, cuffed and bound again but apart this time, spreading her shoulders. Her thighs were parted, ankles bound tightly to stirrups cradling her heels. The four corners of her body were restrained, but her core felt free to move. Although she could not see Him, she felt his presence in the dark. Knowing he was there, she sensed the heat rising between her thighs. She could not see Him, but knew he was close. She smelled His musky scent mingled with her own and could hear His breath, slow and steady. And there was something else - as her own chest rose with each breath, she felt small points of contact, two or three on each breast, several along her belly. Something had been placed on her flesh, something that He would use to show her that she was His. 

A sudden light, piercing and bright, her eyes were blinded. The acrid stench of sulfur in her nose, the light fading and approaching her right nipple. She knew the match, waited as it drew closer. She felt the heat on her skin, and bit her lip against the scream welling in her throat. Then it died in the light from the small candle now glowing beside her nipple. Two more on her right breast, and then two on her left mound. Five points of light, surrounding her nipples, brightness giving her a soft light to see His face gazing down at His new prize. 

"Are you comfortable?" A soft murmur gave her assent, to be met with his chuckle. "That will soon change. But for now, an appetizer." 

His shaft along her cheek made her head turn and tongue dart. She wanted to taste Him, to show Him her need to serve and please. Instead her cheek was burned by His slap. She gasped, feeling the heat build under the marks. 

"You are eager, little one. Be patient and you will be rewarded." 

He traced the contours of her face with the head of his cock. Slowly, it moved along her temples to her cheeks, a trace of wetness telling her of His arousal. One light stripe on each side. Then dragging slowly across her eyes, unable to clearly see that part of her desire in the dim candle light but staring after it, wanting and hungering. To the tip of her nose, and feeling his sack and balls on the crown of her head. She could take it no longer and rocked her head back, trying to inhale his shaft. He moved back, His hand over her mouth and pressing down. 

"Still anxious? You must learn patience."

His hand stayed there. She held her breath, thinking He would release her any moment. As the moments stretched out to seconds, then what seemed like minutes, her mind raced, fear looming large. With a laugh, He lifted His hand and she sucked life back in. And found she could do nothing to react to the burn of hot wax on her nipples and running down the curve of her bosom, from the candles now half melted there. She began to feel the heat from them, the small metal dishes warming as the wax melted and burned, points of heat on her tender flesh. Turning her face to the side, she saw her desire before her. 

"Now. Take and eat." 

Her lips parting, His shaft passed in down her open throat. Using her lips and tongue and cheeks, she tried to focus on pleasing Him and ignore the growing heat on her nipples. 

"If you do well, you will not be burned. If you are lazy, you shall pay the price." 

Redoubling her efforts, she moved her head along the length of his cock, her lips and tongue teasing around the head and along his shaft, now wet with saliva and the drippings of his arousal. She could taste it, wanted more, her guttural moans expressing both her need and fear. One light dimmed, and she felt a ring of cold around the heat of her right nipple. The light went out and the flesh pulled into the small glass inverted over the candle, tipping the candle and pooling the hot wax against the glass and concentrating the heat. Her cupped nipple burned and pointed hard, retained within the glass cage. Now the left, and her mouth continued to work as the cupping flooded the nipple with molten wax. She could feel Him growing in her mouth, knew that she was close to her goal, reached for Him and drew Him deep into her throat, her lips in the hair of His belly and along the top of His sack. Her dancing tongue was rewarded with the first spurt of His cum, then her mouth and throat filled with His sweet nectar, flowing and rolling in her cheeks, drinking Him as the remaining lights flickered out and the searing heat mapped the landscape of her breasts. In the darkness again, licking her lips now empty of His cock, she knew she would do whatever he asked of her body, that she would offer all she was for Him. Her belly was full and her thirst sated. 

She felt no heat, but was not surprised by the flaring of the next match, lighting the trail of candles that led along her belly to the small semi-circle around her mound. Now she saw the bubbles of skin drawn into the glasses on her breasts, held by the vaccum formed from the death of the flames there. 

"Well done, pet. No burns there. You just needed the right motivation, it seems. Now, how are we coming along here?"

One glass pulled off with a pop, the candle rolling over and down across her ribs. He examined her tender breast, noting with satisfaction that the glass had left a slight bruised ring. 

"A little longer, I think. You must remember our time together."

As though she would soon forget, allowing Him to slip away from her and somehow escape her devotion. Not caught, she thought - I cannot be caught when I have surrendered myself. 

He stood at the foot of the table, between her legs. Her lips were open, glistening in the candlelight from the wetness that dribbled out. Even her ass was moist, coated by her own juices that had flowed downward. A soft brush, stroking along her leg toward her thigh raised goose bumps on flesh not chilled in the least. Down one leg, around her mound in a circle, soft but prickly bristles playing havoc with her engorged clit. Up and down along her lips, and then back up the other leg, a trail of scent and moisture being traced on thigh and knee and calf. Back again, and now the other leg as if she was somehow being marked with her own scent. The candles are melting again, she thought, feeling the heat start a trail down her belly to the core of her being that was so very warm already. The brush was back, spreading her lips, prickly. She tried to grind against it, and He pulled it away. 

"Still you have no patience." Her belly jiggled slightly. "Are you warm, little one? Let's try some more heat." 

He removed one candle and emptied the tin into her belly button. The reward of her gasp caused Him to laugh, a short barking sound. She moaned as the belly spasm caused by the molted wax made for other spills, trails of wax leading down between her thighs and dripping off her ass. He pulled the glasses off her breasts. The popping sounds accentuated the pulling on her nipples and breasts. She bit her lip against the needles of feeling that stabbed her as the blood came back, knowing that she would carry His rings for a week or more. Now the brush was against her and pushing inside her tender hole. The feeling was beyond words as the twirling bristles stimulated areas she had never touched. He left it in, and began to spank her thighs and ass, each stroke moving her and moving the brush, driving her closer to the brink. She struggled to lay still, fought to control her tears. Then He stopped. He strode out of the light thrown by her glowing belly, past her head. 

She heard a freezer door, and he returned to stand between her legs again. A scream announced that her ass was burning from the inside, the ice dildo between her cheeks. 15 seconds became 30. 

"Please...oh god no...take it away..." 

Her pleadings broke upon Him like waves as He stood tall, the melting water lubricating the freezing strokes. She hardly knew when it came out, did not see the narrow little finger of frozen water that remained. She only knew that her ass felt frozen, and now she burned again as those sensitive areas were warmed and came back to life, stinging again and making her buck. His hands were strong on her hips.

"Do not waste your energy on nothing." Then His cock was hard against her ass, large inside her, and her hole was tight around His shaft. Grunting, she bucked against him and He shoved back, filling her ass with His cock. Each stroke made her head spin as His belly slammed against the brush buried in her pussy and His cock spread her ass. His breath came shorter. 

"Now, little one, now you have earned it." 

Throwing her head back and her belly up, her back arched as her insides melted like the wax that covered her mound now. His thrusting cock exploded in her ass, and the feeling of His warmth spreading inside her was matched by the orgasms rolling down between her thighs. 

"Yes", she thought. "I am home."