5 comments/ 43612 views/ 13 favorites Expanding Her Horizons By: BOFHUK While on the whole I'd say modern technology is a great thing, it's amazing the trouble it can get you into without even trying... A couple of years ago I quit my job and set out to see if I could make my own business work. Nothing much, just a couple of decent ideas and some software I'd chucked together in what little spare time the 21st century offers to a not-quite-30-year-old. Still, it seemed to work and a couple of months ago my little one-man band had grown big enough to go global. Well, European and North America wide anyway. Close enough, right? While the extra business was nice, and the money that was coming in was way beyond anything I'd dared dream about when I started all this the expansion had taken any remaining free time and gobbled it up with flights back and forth from meeting to meeting. It had gotten to the point where I was able to tell what country I was in just by the carpet in the airport departure lounge. The only positive aspect really (other than the extra business and therefore money and stability of course) was that I could occasionally take advantage of my flights to spend a day or two visiting friends in various far flung and exotic locations. In this particular case I was coming back from a trip that definitely rated highly on the job satisfaction scale. I'd managed to secure a large contract with a European-wide beverage company with the added bonus of spending a couple of very enjoyable days with Rachel, a very open minded old friend who had been begging me to take her up on an offer involving her, a video camera or three and a fully equipped BDSM dungeon for which she happened to have a spare key. Before I'd left I'd had time to do a rough cut on some of the footage we'd shot and the results were impressive if I do say so myself. She looked fantastic, the film quality was high enough to blow virtually anything you'd find in the 'professional' adult entertainment industry away and the action itself was certainly, umm, inventive. Unfortunately her computer had decided to terminate itself just before we did the shoot and she was waiting for her new Macbook to turn up so she couldn't actually keep a copy for herself. Don't worry, I assured her, you'll have the finished cut as soon as I get back home. Heck, it'll be a great way to christen your new machine. Still, she wanted to keep a copy of the rough stuff (meaning the footage you sick, twisted individual you) so I crunched it down into something that could play on her iPod, stuck it in iTunes and synch'd it up. And that's really where the problem started... The flight back to the UK was surprisingly quiet, although for reasons I've never understood this particular airline insisted on allocating seats seemingly at random. Oh, I'm sure there was some logic behind it but damned if I could figure it out. Thankfully I ended up with a window seat and, looking around the interior of the 737, I figured I'd have the row to myself as there was no-one in either row before or after mine so I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep before take-off. That particular intent was thwarted by the slight thud of someone dropping into the aisle seat. Cursing under my breath (okay, there was still a seat between us but wouldn't it be easier to give everyone as much space as possible?) I turned to assess how big a pain this was going to be... and found my brain in free fall. It turned out the thud was the result of my new travel companion losing her balance as she was putting her bag into the overhead locker and she'd ended up with one knee on the seat, a hand braced on the armrest, the other on the seat back of the row in front and her breasts pushing her sheer white blouse to bursting point right in my eye-line. Somehow I managed not to openly drool and forced my gaze upwards to meet a pair of sparkling green eyes in a wonderful, perfect, sculpted face topped by a mane of red hair that hung almost to her waist. She, in turn, was looking straight at my... umm, well, let's say upper thighs. I caught the quick flicker as she travelled upwards to my face (as I, in turn, followed the ancient male ritual of sucking in the stomach, puffing up the chest and generally trying to look like I didn't spend far too many hours in a chair of one sort or another) and as her eyes met mine we both realised we'd been caught in our respective mental undressing and shared a grin that was half embarrassment, half enjoyment and all flirt. "Sorry" she said, in a light Irish brogue that cut straight through me and settled somewhere in the base of my spine to send shivers throughout every nerve ending in my body, "I'm always a bit of a klutz when flying". "Not a big fan then?" I asked, trying to keep the mood light and hide my sudden desperate desire to know every last detail of her life. "Oh no, I love flying." she laughed, "I just hate the take off and landing parts." "I can see how that would be a problem. If it's any consolation I hate the flying but love the take off and landing parts." "Really?" she said, sliding into her seat (and I do mean sliding, I swear she made that simple act a hundred times sexier and more enticing than any move dreamt up in any pole-dancing routine in the history of the world. Or at the very least, Vegas) "But surely you're more likely to have something fatal happen on the way up or down?" "True, but at least it'd be quick. Anything happens at 40,000 feet you'd have enough time to write the letter of complaint to your travel agent before hitting the ground. Besides, it's the only time you really feel the speed, the rest of the time it's sitting in these seats that aren't designed for the human spine and checking to make sure blood is still flowing around anything below the waist." She laughed at that, a low-pitched combination of giggle and belly laugh that she hid behind a hand, her eyes dancing. "I see your point, though I think I'd be tempted to do something a little more interesting than write a letter with my last moments." "Like what?" "Oh... I don't know... be the first person to join the mile high club without an airplane?" Her eyes flashed with delight as I felt the blush jump up to my cheeks. "Of course, you'd want to know at least a little about your partner in the record books..... so tell me, what's your name?" Again that smile, the same mix of daring and embarrassment at being quite so forward and I felt myself relax as we started chatting. We didn't stop for a break until the plane was more than an hour into the flight. I'd found out a great deal about her and, I must admit, thought I might just be falling in love. Her name was Karen and, not to put too fine a point on it, she was a geek. An IT Manager by trade I could only imagine the havoc she'd wreak in most IT departments I knew of just by walking through in high heels (well, high heels and a suit obviously. If she walked through in JUST high heels there'd probably be gladiatorial combat breaking out). In a rather sad (but successful) attempt to appeal to the love of shiny things common to all geeks I pulled out my latest toy, the brand new iPod Touch. She immediately started flicking through the menus and I took the opportunity to stretch my legs with a quick comfort break which was almost entirely not an opportunity to feel her legs brush against me as I squeezed past her to get to the aisle. When I got back something was definitely different but I couldn't put my finger on what. The look she gave me as she slid her legs just far enough to one side to let me in was definitely different. Where before there had been playful interest now there was... I don't know exactly, I'd almost say outright desire but there was something tempering it, holding it back. "So..." she said as I dropped back into my seat "should I make sure not to turn my back on you?" "Umm, sorry, but I don't quite follow." "Well, it seems the safest option to make sure I don't find myself a little... tied up?" My heart skipped a beat at that, mind racing. "Sorry, I'm still not quite sure I'm with you". She didn't say anything, just turned my iPod towards me so I could see the screen and a shiver of dread ran through me as I saw the video of the previous weekend's activities running in living colour. My mind raced, part trying to figure out how it had got on there and part seeing how to play this. The first was easy enough, I'd autofilled the device from iTunes before setting off that morning and it must have put the video on then. As for the second... well, I'd gotten this far by being honest, and I really didn't have any other option anyway. I shrugged, tried to keep the mood light "No, you're quite safe. That's something I filmed this weekend with someone I've known for... oh, about seven, eight years now." "You do this often?" "Film it? No. This was something we've wanted to do for the last three years and it finally came together. If you mean the actual content... yeah, fairly often, probably about once a month if work allows." "And you.... enjoy it?" Something about her voice caught me, it was a question I'd heard before but always with a tone of disapproval. Her question though was more... anticipation? What the hell, no guts no glory and all that. "Yes, both sides of it. Dominant and Submissive." She paused then, looking again at the movie playing out in the palm of her hand. I realised with a start that she was around halfway through the hour-long film which meant she had to have flicked through it to see different scenes as I'd only been gone a few minutes. Without a word she got up and moved into the seat next to me, her left hand covering my right as she moved her lips close to my ear, her right hand bringing the iPod up so we could both look straight at it. On screen Rachel was writhing on a rack as candle wax dripped onto her naked breasts, a vibrator suspended by a rope just above her pussy and buzzing away, teasing her into a frenzy as her bucking body made it swing with every touch. "What's it like?" Karen breathed into my ear, her voice heavy with desire. I deliberately didn't turn to face her as I answered, letting her stay detached from the conversation, and what lay behind it, if she wished. "It's... incredible. The biggest rush I've ever felt, almost like discovering a part of yourself that's been asleep for years that finally gets a chance to make itself heard." Her hand tightened over mine as I spoke. "It's also terrifying, realising that part of you doesn't just exist but that you revel in it, no matter if you're the dominating or submitting party." Her grip was like iron now but she wasn't backing away. "You'll find out more about yourself in a single session than in a month of psychologist sessions and that can be a scary experience." Now I did turn to her, a small smile on my lips as I leant in to whisper to her. "You also cum like you wouldn't believe." She laughed at that and slid her arms around me, pulling me into an embrace and I felt her body shaking as she muffled her giggles against my shoulder. We stayed like that for at least a minute, each enjoying the physical presence of the other, before she spoke again. "So what now?" "Now?" I asked, mind racing. "Now it really depends on you lass. I mean you don't seem to be running away but how far you wan to take this is entirely up to you." "Well... let's say I wouldn't be totally adverse to some sort of demonstration..." "Right..." I let the word hang in the air for a minute, thinking through how best do this and coming to the realisation I had no choice but to continue being completely honest. "Well, the first thing we need to do is find somewhere where we can get some privacy. And then we can talk about what's next." The rest of the flight passed in a blur of suppressed excitement for both of us, masked with small talk but that anticipation was impossible to hide completely as the occasional light brush of fingertips on flesh kept working it's way into the conversation. When we finally touched down at Heathrow we both grabbed our bags and practically sprinted to passport control, going through on opposite sides of the same desk, racing past baggage claim (we both had only carry-on luggage) and straight out the main door... where we suddenly realised we hadn't actually thought about what happened next. "Umm, this is going to sound like a stupid question, but how were you planning on getting to somewhere private exactly?" Karen asked. "Well, originally I was just going to drive, do you have a car here or were you planning on going public?" "Got my train ticket right here." "Well, what's say we chuck that away and you come with me?" "My mother always told me not to take lifts from strangers." "We're not strangers, we've watched porn together and everything." "Good point, lead on McDuff" A quick shuttle bus ride later we were walking down the rows of stationary cars as I experienced the traditional moment of panic suffered by all air travelers when you're almost sure you're in the right place but there's that little nagging doubt that you actually should be in car park K rather than G. "You know, I never asked, what do you drive anyway?" "This" I replied, hitting the remote unlock button and enjoying her moment of astonishment as the lights lit up on the Aston Martin DB9. In fact that moment lasted long enough that she didn't talk again until she'd slid into the leather seat. "I'll say this much, you really do know how to impress a girl." She stammered slightly as she said it, still a bit surprised (I suspect) that she hadn't been greeted with a slightly used repmobile. "In my defence, you're the first girl I've tried to impress via automotive methods for a long time. Besides, it's gorgeous to look at, fantastic to sit in and..." I thumbed the starter motor and the V12 burbled into life "it sounds incredible." "I'll say!" Karen was actually shifting in her seat a little. "I swear, this must be the world's most expensive vibrator!" "Tell you what, you promise not to leave a mark on the seat and I'll see what I can do to prove you right." "Deal!" A quick flick on the paddle shift and we were off and running on a forty five minute drive where I kept the revs high and the big Aston flying all the way. Occasionally I'd glance over to make sure I wasn't overdoing it and would be rewarded with the biggest grin I'd ever seen. I had to admit I was having the time of my life and almost didn't want the journey to end (though another glance at my gorgeous passenger quickly dispersed that impulse). Soon enough we were safely ensconced in a nice little suite in one of my favorite hotels. And when I say favorite, I mean just expensive enough to ensure decent service, clean sheets and a high quality finnish without having to sell a kidney if you wanted to dip into the mini-bar. I'd grabbed a black case that I always carried in the back of my car and dropped it off on the desk as we each grabbed a drink and collapsed onto the sofas in the suite's living room. "So what now?" Karen asked, echoing her earlier question while stretching her arms above her head, wrists together as if already bound. She even threw in a slight wriggle as if she was struggling to get free. I took a deep breath and launched into the conversation I knew we'd have to have ever since she made her interest plain. "Now, we need to talk. You need to understand a few things about what you're asking for," I said, deadly serious and to her credit she picked up on that seriousness immediately and sat forward, all thoughts of fooling around on hold for now. "Go on." "Well, think of it this way, there are two main types of BDSM. Actually, that's massively inaccurate but for the sake of argument it'll do for now. The first is the stuff you'd see in porn movies, or in film or TV. Yes, there's bondage and, on occasion, whips and chains too but that's just props, window dressing. The popular view of BDSM is of something you do to liven up a night in the bedroom, something you can just dip in and out of. It can be fun, hell it can be fantastic, but there's no real lasting impact from it, it's just another position you can try with your partner. With me so far?" "I think so, but I reserve the right to ask questions." "Please do. The other type is more of a... lifestyle choice if that makes sense. It's the same sort of play, although it can become much more extreme than the casual stuff. The real difference is in the mental approach. For casual scenes you're just playing a role really, and in the back of your mind you always know that nothing's really going to happen, that at the end of the night the chains come off, you kiss and cuddle with your partner and the next night you break out the edible body paint and give that a go. For lifestyle scenes you end up confronting that part of you that like to be dominant, that likes to be submissive and finding out what it's like when that side takes over completely. You become consumed in the moment and it changes you. That's what I do Karen, that's what you'd experience if you choose to go through with this and that's what you have to be VERY sure you want if you decide to go any further." Her eyes met mine and held my gaze for a long moment before she nodded. "Yes, yes I want to experience that, and I want to experience it with you, tonight." "You're sure? That decision was made awfully quickly..." "Yes I'm sure." Her voice was strong, confident and there was no hint of hesitation. Still, I wondered if she really knew what she was agreeing to and thought it might be a good idea to go slowly. "Okay, then here's how it will work. First, get on your knees in front of me." She scrambled to obey and I had to hide a grin at her eagerness. "Good, now I'm going to give you five quick tests. I need to do this to start to gauge your reactions to certain stimuli as I don't know you well enough yet to work from scratch. You will keep your eyes on the floor unless I tell you otherwise. Test one, remove your blouse and bra as quickly as you can. To her credit she didn't hesitate for a moment and within five seconds she was naked from the waist up. God she looked fantastic, her red hair spilling over her shoulders and giving me teasing, tantalizing glimpses of those fantastic breasts and washboard stomach. "Next, pleasure yourself with your right hand, leaving the other on the ground." Again the reaction was immediate, her fingers snaking under the hem of her skirt and a shudder passing through her body as she started to stroke her clit. "You will continue to finger yourself until I tell you to stop. You will not slow down. You will not cum." I gave her a minute or two like that, kneeling half naked in front of me, her fingers diving in and out of her pussy which was now so wet I could hear each motion clearly. As her breathing became laboured I lent forward, running my hands over her shoulders, her skin felt like it was on fire beneath my fingers and I let my hands dip into her armpits before wriggling and writhing all ten fingertips against her bare flesh. She immediately gasped then started to squeal with laughter, head shaking as she tried to splutter a "no" past her lips. She might have managed it too but I sent my hands down her sides, kneading her ribs and sending her into renewed fits. Her stomach and hips gave a similar reaction and I smiled above her, an idea already forming as to her introduction to this lifestyle. Moving upwards I cupped those fabulous breasts, teased her nipples with my thumbs until they were hard and almost throbbing to my touch. "Look at me Karen." I commanded and she raised her eyes to mine. As soon as she did I took both nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pinched, hard, squeezing the sensitive flesh and pulling away from her body. Expanding Her Horizons Finally she started to come down, turning off the vibe and lying still. I let the camera linger on her beautiful, sweat drenched form for a long minute before stepping into shot, bending down to kiss her as I started to release her wrists and the picture faded out for good. Karen jumped as I laid a hand on her hip, undoing the crotch rope and gently pulling it from between her thighs. The extra movement pushed her right to the edge... and left her dangling there by a metaphorical fingertip. "Oh please, PLEASE, just one more touch, just one more!" she begged. "Sorry lass, the session is almost over and I did say I wouldn't touch you directly except to do your bondage." "But I'm so close!" "Of course, why do you think I gave you the crotch rope? It stimulates like hell but it's almost impossible to come from just that. Oh, and one other thing... if you have any interest at all in attending another session you are not allowed to give yourself any pleasure without my express permission." "WHAT!" "You don't think we just spent the last hour getting you worked up for you to throw it away on a quick fingering did you?" I saw the curse forming on her lips and watched as she swallowed it unspoken. This was what she'd wanted after all, she just hadn't expected this particular twist. "Good girl. Now let's get you out of these restraints and into something a little more formal. I don't know about you but I'm starving. The restaurant here is just fantastic." She didn't talk much as we got ready and walked down to the restaurant. We managed to get a corner booth, dark and secluded, perfect for our needs. We sat close and ordered our drinks (although I insisted she followed my 'no alcohol during or between sessions" rule) taking the opportunity to talk about what she'd just been through. "So, first question, did you enjoy it?" "God yes! Jesus, that was just... incredible. I've never been that turned on in my life." "And what you saw on-screen?" "I... some of it scared me, I don't know if I could take that, especially the ice, that looked brutal." "It can be. But remember Rachel's been partaking in this lifestyle for years, she's got a high pain threshold and knows just what her body can take. It's like anything else, you build up to it." "Did you?" "Sorry?" "Did you build up a tolerance to pain like that or have you always been the dominant one?" I smiled at her over the top of my glass. "No, I firmly believe you can't be a good dom unless you know what your sub is going through. So yes, I built up my own tolerances, still do actually." She chose to ignore the last, something else clearly on her mind. "So how did you get started in all this? Another fortunate meeting over a warm iPod?" I laughed. "Karen, I got involved in this ten years ago, no-one even knew what an mp3 player was then, let alone an iPod". "Okay, a fortunate meeting over a warm wax cylinder and stylus then?" I sighed. "You know that mouth of yours is going to get you into real trouble one day." "I do hope so," she said, and I felt a hand crawl over my thigh and into my lap, massaging my cock under the table. "Come on, one little story?" "Okay, fine, it can't hurt and it's only fair I guess. Well, it was about ten years ago as I said, I was in the last year of my university course and I got dragged along to a fetish night at the rock society. I hadn't planned to go so had to throw an outfit together at the last minute. Being a tad short on leather and chains I went for a suit, proper pinstripe and everything. It was going well, good music, good friends and then I met her." "Her?" "Jennifer Drake. God, she was gorgeous. Mature student officially but only 27 and she'd dressed to kill that night. Leather and lace, thigh high boots, the lot. She had a cloud of admirers around her all night, could have had alcohol poisoning by nine o clock off the free drinks if she'd taken up all the offers." "So how did you introduce yourself?" "I didn't, she came up to me. Was wondering why I was in a suit, so I told her it was 'corporate bondage'. She laughed, introduced herself, I managed to tell her my name without tripping over my own tongue and we started talking. It being a fetish night it didn't take long for the topic to swing on to real bondage and one thing lead to another and I ended up back at her flat." "And then..." "And then we had a very similar conversation to what we've had today lass. She explained she really lived the life and while she'd be happy to introduce me to it, I had to realise I wouldn't be the same at the end of that night. I admit, even despite her beauty, I almost turned and ran but... but I was curious and, if I'm being honest, still completely inexperienced if you know what I mean." "Wait a minute, you lost your virginity to a dominatrix?" "Put yourself in the position of a young man looking for the best possible 'how I lost it' story. Short of saying you managed to bang Cindy Crawford in a night of drug-fueled passion, can you think of a better tale?" I paused for a minute to help Karen clean up the remains of her drink that she'd just sprayed across the table thanks to an ill-advised gulp at the moment of my punch-line. "So what was it like?" "It was... terrible and fantastic. Terrifying and intoxicating. She was magnificent, fire and ice, calm and storm all in one. She introduced me slowly, tied me up and teased me, played my body like it was a finely tuned instrument. I'd told her I wasn't exactly... experienced and she made sure that the first time she made me cum she did it by fucking me senseless. Afterwards I found out just how rare that was, a kindness she VERY rarely bestows on anyone, let alone someone she'd just met." Another pause and I could feel the flood of memories rushing back across the years. "She stretched me out, whipped me, burnt me, froze me. Did things to my cock that convinced me my first time would be my ONLY time." "Like what!" Karen interrupted, her voice dripping desire as she dug her hand through the fabric of my trousers to grip me tighter. "Well, just as an example, in our last session that weekend she took an alligator clip like the ones you saw in that video, sucked my cock until I was about ready to explode then put that clip right on the tip of my cock, holding it closed." Karen didn't say anything but her eyes were wide, hell she was practically panting at the scene I was describing. "Then she kept on with her handjob, every single stroke was agony but still, somehow she got me to cum. Then, while I was just starting to come down, she took that clip off, turned it slightly, and let it snap shut with the inner jaw actually inside my cock." "Oh my god" Karen whispered and I knew then that somehow, someday, she was going to want to get the chance to do that same thing to me. I also knew that if she asked, and if I was satisfied with her progress as a sub, I'd be happy to let her. "She told me afterwards she managed to milk another cum out of me like that but to be honest I really don't remember it. I didn't pass out exactly but I kind of... went away for a while. Weird experience and nothing I'd care to repeat." "Anyway, the weekend passed and at the end of it we went our separate ways. We had another few sessions over the next couple of years whenever we could catch up, and the last session we had was the first time I had the chance to try my hand at dominating. Gotta say, it's a unique experience trying to be a dom for someone that strong, that much in control. She makes me look like a rank amateur in that department." "So did that first session change you as she said it would?" "Oh yes. I learnt more about myself in those three nights than I did in the four years I was at uni." "If I may ask, what exactly did you learn?" "I learnt... it's hard to put into words. I learnt about my limits, but also that there was more strength in me than I ever dreamt. I learnt about control, of power and how it applies more to yourself than to anyone else you'll meet in your life. I learnt respect for the limits of yourself and others and, most importantly, I realised just what it means to trust someone so deeply that you'll surrender to them completely, put yourself entirely in their hands. That's what love is you know, trust and respect on a level you never experience in your daily life." We sat in silence for a moment, Karen absorbing my words and applying them to her own situation, wondering if she was ready for that experience. "Jennifer taught me something else as well, how to guide someone through that processes. She eased me into it, never gave me anything that was truly beyond me. And at the end of that weekend she gave me a piece of advice that I think was worth more than everything else put together. She told me: Go home and find some way of describing what you feel right now. Put it to paper, whether it's your words or someone else's, because you will never feel quite this way again and when you need to remember exactly what you feel right now at some point in the far flung future you'll need some link from that moment to this." At that moment the waiter arrived with our meals and we waited for him to deposit the plates and refill our glasses. Finally we were alone again and Karen turned to me once more. "So what words did you pick?" I hesitated, this I'd never told anyone else before and it was such an intimate part of myself I wasn't sure I wanted to let it go. What if it sounded corny, or worse, conceited? Oh well, too late now really. "It was a poem, well, part of a poem actually, by Alfred Tennyson: Though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." She looked at me for a long moment and I'd swear I saw tears in her eyes. Then she leant in and kissed me, wrapping her arms around me and I returned the embrace (and kiss) willingly. "I'm so glad I met you," she whispered in my ear. When that embrace ended we both sat in silence, eating as quickly as we could while maintaining a semblance of dignity, both focused only on getting back to our room for her second session, a session which now there was no doubt she would agree to endure. That said, despite the urgency that hung over us in an almost-visible wave I insisted we stay and talk for a little after finishing the main course, both of us sipping at our drinks as we engaged in small talk that was almost torture in and of itself. I swear I could smell her arousal, and I was sure she was thinking the same thing, as we chatted about work, about plans for the next couple of weeks, about the weather, about anything that didn't involve our planned activities for the rest of the night. Eventually I called a halt by asking for the cheque and, despite my best efforts, my hands were shaking from excitement so much it took two goes to pull my credit card from the depths of my wallet. Our room seemed somehow different when we arrived back, and not just because the meal had flushed the last remnants of travel fatigue from our systems. Everywhere I looked I could see possibilities for restraint and training of my new, and now very eager, submissive. So many options, it really is remarkable how easily the most innocent of rooms can transform into a dungeon of horrors when you really put your mind to it. The contents of my case beckoned and I could feel my hands itching to get to work but, for now at least, I had to exercise some restraint. Karen was putting herself in my hands after all, and that gave me a duty to ensure her safety and semi-comfort, especially as this was her first true experience with this sort of play. "Have a look at this," I said to her, walking over to my case and flicking open the catches. The front of the case swung down flat, as did the sides, revealing a treasure trove of bondage equipment that brought a gasp from Karen's lips and a gleam to her eyes as she surveyed her immediate future. "It's called a port-a-perv" I explained, and saw her try to hide a laugh at the somewhat pretentious name. "A good friend of mine introduced me to the concept about five years ago now, and we spent some time working out how to fit the maximum amount of equipment into one case. Some of the tricks in here wouldn't look out of place in a James Bond film." "Do you expect me to talk?" Karen asked, in a really poor Sean Connery impression. "More scream actually, although we may have to do something about that as well. Now pay attention 007, I do not want to have to repeat myself." I pointed at a selection of ropes, arranged in ascending order of thickness. "Rope bondage, as you've briefly experienced and certainly seen, offers almost unlimited possibilities and can be extremely tough on a sub if the dom decides to make it so. In my kit I usually carry a mix of three different types. The red rope is hemp, it's relatively comfortable against the skin although it's also a little scratchy so if you've got sensitive skin it can itch. The green is a synthetic, a little more comfortable but it can also easily give rope burns if moved too quickly. The blue is silk, parachute rope actually, and it's easily the most comfortable. As such it tends to be used for finishing work and that means it's the most likely to be causing you the most discomfort. Understand?" She nodded "Yes, but, ummm, why are you telling me this?" "Two reasons. One, I want you to have a basic understanding of some of the equipment you may be dealing with and two... " I paused, letting the tension build between us "... we've both only just eaten and it's not a good idea to do a bondage scene on a full stomach." She laughed at that and I continued the lecture. "Take this," I passed her a steel ring with a screw fixing sticking out like a spike. "If I want to secure you anywhere in this room I can simply screw one or more of these into a heavy object and use it as a bracing point. With enough of these you can be secured from so many different points you can be in the middle of the room, nothing else within five feet of you in any direction, and yet be completely helpless. Pass it back." I hadn't had to let her hold it of course, there hadn't been any direct point, but one thing I'd learnt long ago (and under very different circumstances) was that there was nothing quite like the feel and texture of steel, rope, leather, rubber and all the other tools of a dom's trade to get a sub into the moment. "Now, for today we are going to go with something a little more simple than this. We'll start with these." I pulled a pair of blood red leather cuffs from the case, each lined with black velvet. " Put your hands out in front of you, palms up." She did as she was told and I secured the cuffs around her wrists, pulling them tight enough that they wouldn't move, though not so tight I was worried about circulation. Each cuff had a d-ring attached and I secured them together with a dog clip. "Here's something special I designed just for this purpose." I said as I clipped the cuffs together. "Normally dog clips have to have the release catches taped over to prevent subs freeing themselves but I never liked that. Too hard to release in an emergency. So here we have a double catch so to release you squeeze both catches together then press this button on the opposite side. Simple, quick and impossible to do while restrained. Go ahead, try it." She did, and to my complete surprise... couldn't come within a country mile of releasing herself. Again, it wasn't a task that had any real purpose other than to bring her into the experience by highlighting her vulnerability but at that it succeeded perfectly. "Now, most importantly, is this." I pulled out the same collar she'd worn earlier and clipped it around her throat. "While you are wearing this you belong to me. Completely. Your body, your mind, your thoughts, your emotions, your very soul. All of it, under my control. Oh, I know you don't feel like that right now but trust me, you'll find out this is the truth soon enough." She said nothing, clearly thinking I was overstating the case somewhat, but she'd learn otherwise very quickly. I checked the clock, almost an hour had passed since we'd finished eating, good enough. "Now, strip for me." I commanded, and she almost leapt to obey. "No rush," I chuckled, almost under my breath as I sank onto the sofa. "You have five minutes. Exactly five minutes and you will be naked at the end of those five minutes and not a second sooner or later." She nodded and proceeded to put on the most devastating striptease I'd ever imagined. Her blouse was unbuttoned almost immediately and, thankfully for her, she wore no bra beneath it. She still had the problem of getting it past the handcuffs but she decided to leave that on hold for now, instead flipping her head forward so that her dark red hair fell forward like a curtain, half hiding her breasts and silky smooth skin. As she swayed to her own private beat her hair shifted revealing tantalizing glimpses of flesh quicker than the eye could follow (or at least it seemed). She turned her back on me, twisting her head to throw a smouldering glance over her shoulder before bending forward, her short black skirt almost riding up high enough to give a glimpse of her ass as she started slowly rolling down those sheer black hose. Her legs were pressed together and she worked the hose down her legs quickly until it looked like she was simply wearing black socks. Then she spun on one foot, collapsing to the ground almost in slow motion, ending up on her back, legs held up above her and still pressed tightly together. She flexed her knees and brought her feet together until she was in the lotus position (although she was still lying on her back rather than sitting on her legs), hooked her fingers around the hose and flicked them off before bringing her legs together once more and rocking forward, swiveling round until she was on all fours facing me. She crawled forward, eyes locked on mine, pausing only to unhook her skirt before continuing. She wriggled her ass and with every slow, sensual move towards me it slid a little further off her hips until, just as her head was practically in my lap, she gave an extra shake and it dropped away, leaving just her shirt to cover her. Her bound wrists crawled over me, placing themselves on my thighs as she raised her now naked thighs up and sat on me, legs spread, wiggling and grinding. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, smell her scent as it rose to meet me. The clock showed she had thirty seconds to go as she pressed against me, half turning so my hands were on her back, my fingers wrapping around the silk of her unbuttoned blouse. Her hands found my crotch and began massaging my cock through the fabric of my trousers, starting fast then rapidly getting faster. I grunted as I felt my own need for release building, unable to find any way to tell her to stop with her overpowering presence so close. The clock showed just five seconds left... and Karen took a single deep breath, wrapped her hands around my balls and squeezed harder than I'd have thought possible. Pain radiated through me and I yanked away from her at the same time she pulled back and away from me (thankfully having already released my balls). There was a ripping sound... And she stood there in front of me, naked, right on time as the remnants of her blouse hung from my hands. I eyed her for a moment and saw a mix of triumph, pride and fear on her face. The fear I was sure was a result of what she'd just done to me, but I really couldn't complain. I rose to face her. "Very impressive, very impressive indeed. Your actions were... questionable at the end but you didn't actually break any rules so I must congratulate you." She beamed at the compliment and I smiled to myself, wondering if she realised how much her reaction gave away about her desires. "As I don't have to punish you for failing in your task, we can move on to the next stage immediately and for that I thank you." The smile faded a little as nerves came back to her. Expanding Her Horizons "Hands behind your head." I demanded, reaching out and securing her wrist restraints to the d-rings on her collar with two more clips. She was now quite unable to bring her wrists down and, while the position wasn't painful it certainly wasn't the most comfortable. "Now, before we begin, please take this opportunity to visit the bathroom. If we have to stop the session for a comfort break I will be... displeased." "Umm, like this?" She asked, wiggling her fingers to emphasis the point. "Yes, it shouldn't be a problem, after all it's not like you need to dress afterwards." I said, indicating the bathroom door. "Go on, and make sure you shut the door. When you're finished, kneel on the floor, knock on the door and wait for me to come and get you, understand?" Karen nodded and walked, slowly, towards the bathroom, her balance unsteady thanks to her bondage. I waited until the door had clicked shut (she had to get on her knees and feel behind her for the door handle to manage that simple exercise, but to her credit she did it quickly) then got to work. From my kit I pulled three metal cylinders and screwed them together. The ends of the resulting pole had an odd spring mounted suction mechanism which, when I placed the pole in the door-frame between bedroom and living area, were pushed inwards then released once the pole was in position, The pole effectively expanded and formed a vacuum seal with the door-frame. The end result was a solid metal bar mounted so securely it was as if it was part of the building itself. I could easily support my entire body weight from the bar without so much as a creak of protest. Satisfied that it would be more than capable of holding Karen's weight I pulled out some additional items from my case. Two more restraints, several lengths of rope, an assortment of clips, clamps and weights which I carefully laid on a black velvet cloth on a small table just to the right of the door and, finally, a couple of wood blocks maybe six inches tall. Almost as an afterthought I pulled a light leather whip from the case as well as a opaque black box and both items were placed next to the clips. I checked the scene, reviewing my objective in my mind, ensuring everything was in place. I double checked that the cutting tools were in their proper place in my case and that nothing would get in the way if I needed them. Not that I ever have, but I wasn't about to take any chances. Finally I started walking around the suite, turning off all the lights I could. I heard a knock at the bathroom door and started counting to myself. The only light in the whole suite was now coming from a single dull lamp at the far end of the living area and it leant a subtle, almost menacing air to proceedings. As my count reached fifty I had a sudden thought and pulled a ball gag out of the port-a-perv. I had no idea how loud Karen could be and this was a family hotel after all... I gave Karen a two hundred count before opening the bathroom door, more than long enough to let her mind drive her crazy over what may be waiting for her on the other side. When I saw her there, kneeling on the floor, head down, hands still restrained behind her neck, it was all I could do not to ravage her right there and then. Instead I reached down inside myself, looking for that mental place where I could watch and wait, letting the dominant part of my personality take over and play for a time. I reached down, wrapped a hand around the dog clip that secured her wrists together and gently pulled her upright. Once she was standing I clipped a thin silver chain to her collar and wrapped the other end around my hand as I led her towards the doorway. The dim light flicked across the metal bar I'd placed there and I positioned Karen underneath it, standing maybe a foot behind the bar. The doorway was tall and the bar was maybe six inches above her head, if she'd been standing directly underneath it she could maybe have brushed it with a fingertip. I threaded the silver chain through a small ring on top of the bar and left it hanging loosely before her eyes as I reached down and placed the two wooden blocks in front of her feet. "Stand on the blocks and make sure you're well balanced". A simple command, although one that proved relatively hard to obey as she had to step up onto the blocks with her hands still behind her head. Still, she managed it without falling and took only a few seconds to make the fine adjustments necessary to ensure she had the best balance possible in her confined position. I didn't say another word as I reached up and unclipped her wrists, freeing her left hand while leaving her right still securely fastened to her collar. I placed her hand on the bar and she immediately grasped it, grateful I suspect for the extra support. Quickly I secured her wrist to the bar with rope, wrapping it around and around, giving as much support as I could and using the cuff itself to provide extra padding and support by threading the rope through the D-ring. Satisfied that everything was secure I repeated the process with her right wrist, leaving her arms spread high above her head, her body stretched tight in its bonds while she balanced on those two small, fragile blocks. Still, for now at least, she was only restrained, no real effort was required on her part to stand where she was. That would soon change. "Pay attention, for I will only say this once." I began, standing in front of her and openly running my eyes over her naked, delightful body. "You have no say in how this session goes from here on. It will end only when I decide to end it. You may, however, be given options as we progress through the session and your response to those choices will either reward or punish you." I paused, letting this new piece of information sink in. "You may have noticed you're not exactly touching solid ground at the moment. If you move around too much and disturb the blocks, or lose your balance, you will find your entire weight supported by your wrists. If this happens you will have to endure it until your feet come in contact with the ground again. At that point you will have the blocks put back but you will also be punished for making me do this for you. Is this clear?" She nodded, scared now but also turned on beyond her wildest dreams. "One final thing. You may not talk or cum without my permission from this point on. If you do well and please me you will be granted sexual release tonight. However this is a privilege you must earn, not a right that will be granted regardless of your performance." Again, the quick nod of understanding and then silence as she readied herself for what was to come. I stepped behind her, not wanting to give her any indication of what I was planning. She kept her eyes forward, her body as relaxed as possible under the circumstances and again I was impressed with her composure. I let her wait for thirty seconds, forty... a minute, the suspense building until I saw her start to fidget very slightly, her body waiting for the sting of the last, the bite of the cane that she knew was coming. It therefore caught her completely off guard as I let my fingers touch down very lightly on her ribs and started kneading her sides, nails gliding quickly over her flesh as I started, frankly, to tickle the hell out of her. Her whole body went tense and for an instant there was silence, but only for an instance as a great guffaw of laughter was wrenched out of her. She bucked and I felt her legs shift, heard one of the blocks slide against the carpet. I glanced down and saw it had shifted forwards so now she only had her toes against the wood. I slipped one arm around her, holding her in place and stopping any attempt she might have made to move forward and gain a better grip as my right hand explored her skin. God it was smooth, like silk against my questing fingers as they drove upwards, sweeping from side to side over her stomach, laughter pouring freely from her now. Her head was shaking and, as I glanced up at her face, I saw her eyes were screwed shut as she tried to ignore what was going on. Up and up I travelled, moving only a fraction of an inch with each sweep, but that fraction seemed to bring out a more and more desperate response until, at last, my fingers gently grazed the bottom of her breasts. She shrieked, and I do mean shrieked, with laughter. Her entire body convulsed, well, as far as possible with her hands bound as they were, and in an instant she was off the blocks, suspended only by her wrists and partially by me as I took some of her weight. The laughter became a grunt of pain as her body stretched, her feet hunting around for the safety of the shag-pile beneath them. I stayed where I was, letting my fingers trail lazily back down over stomach, long leisurely strokes that seemed to always culminate in a dive along and into the smooth hollow of her belly button. Each time I did she'd scream in laughter, writhe in her bonds and then scream again, this time in pain as her muscles protested at the sudden movement. It took maybe five minutes for her body to stretch to the point she could stand on tip toe once more, and I lived up to my word, immediately placing the blocks back under her feet. I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, admiring the curves of her body as she gasped for air before picking up the leather whip from the table just to her right. I raised it to her eyes, letting her see exactly what was in store for her before stepping behind her once again. To my amusement I noticed she'd thrust her ass out as much as she could in her bonds, clearly anticipating the sting and crack of the whip. Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint her now, would I? I started her off gently, rotating my wrists so that the lashes caressed her in a constant swish of leather, throwing in the occasional hard crack that would make her groan before resuming the almost-pleasurable gentle caresses of leather against her ass. Gradually I increased the speed of the harder cracks, judging how quickly to progress from the intoxicating groans of pleasure and pain being pulled from Karen's body. Always trying to balance the two, letting her adjust to the pain, letting her body welcome it, begin to need it. At last I was constantly throwing hard cracks at her, the whip turning her ass red, although it wasn't leaving individual marks on her flesh, more a red glow. She was clearly enjoying herself now, arching back into each blow, moaning when the leather touched her skin. She moved a fraction further back... ... and her foot slipped on the block, kicking it forward, leaving her balanced on the remaining block. She shrieked with surprise, her pleasure overridden by the sudden wrench on her shoulder as her weight shifted. Her left leg stretched forward, trying to hook the rouge block with her toes and exposing her glistening pussy. In a heartbeat I switched my swing, the whip coming from underneath her now and slapping wetly into her pussy. Her knees buckled at the rush of pain and pleasure and she slipped backwards, hanging from her wrists once more, tears of frustrations leaking from closed eyes as she knew now how long she'd need to wait for her body to reach the ground. However I was more interested in her feet, specifically her exposed soles as she thrashed, reaching for the ground with every fiber of her being. She screamed as the whip cracked against her soles, again not hard enough to leave marks but more than enough for her to feel it and a warm red glow to start spreading over her skin. For the next five minutes I threw blow after blow against her helpless soles and, every time she managed to flex out of the way, sending the whip up to caress her pussy. By the time her feet touched the ground she was sobbing openly from the pain and frustration, Her pussy had to be on fire by now, and it wasn't about to get better any time soon. I slid the blocks under her feet again, although now she wasn't so keen to place her full weight on her burning soles. I walked around to face her, laying the whip down on the floor at her feet and taking the opportunity to kiss her thighs as I straightened up. I reached over and pulled a silk cloth from my case, raised it to her face and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. Next I raised a glass of water to her lips and let her take several sips until she eased back from the glass and gave me the smallest of nods. Again I found myself marveling at the strength of this woman, the way she pulled her strength together and pulled herself back under control. I reached over and picked up two clamps from the table and raised them to her horrified gaze. They were the same sharp-toothed alligator clips she'd seen Rachel endure in the video and she knew what they'd done to a far more experienced sub than her. "I said you would have choices to make pet, and here is the first. You know what these will do to you if attached to your flesh." Karen nodded, eyes wide. "Then you may choose which decoration to wear, these... or these" I held up another clamp, flat and rubber coated, far less painful that the alligator clips. "However if you choose the clamps rather than the clips you will have to wear three rather than two." As I said this I leant forward and let the cold of the alligator clip lightly touch first one nipple then the other. Karen moaned and arched towards the clip. "Two or three, your choice". Still she didn't answer and I reached forward, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently twisting it as she groaned and tried not to pull away for fear of losing her balance. "Two...or...three?" I repeated, twisting harder with each word. "T..Three" she groaned, eyes fluttering closed against the pain I was causing. Instantly I released her and, with an evil smile, brought my mouth to her right tit and licked gently, teasing her nipple until it was so hard it could have cut glass. Then, mouth still positioned over her breast, warm breath washing over her flesh, I brought the clamp up, eased it into position and gently let it close. There was a hiss of breath from Karen as the pressure built and her hands clenched into fists as she struggled to adjust. As soon as I heard her breathing return to normal I shifted to her left breast and repeated the process, leaving her standing precariously on the blocks, both nipple firmly clamped, the silver chain connecting the clamps tight and the third clamp dangling by its chain just above her pussy. I reached down and took the third clamp in my fingers, twirling it slowly and waited for her to focus on me. Once she did I knelt down in front of her, stretching slightly to place my mouth directly in line with that sweet, dripping pussy. I reached forward and caressed her flesh, felt her groan and arch into my palm. Without a moment's hesitation I moved forward, taking her clit between my lips and teasing it from its hood. Sucking and nibbling at that sensitive flesh I gave a series of subtle tugs on the third clamp, its chain pulling at the clamps already attached to her nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I could feel her muscles tense as she neared climax. A few more seconds and she was right on the edge, breath shallow, eyelids flickering, every muscle tight, her skin on fire... and a scream as I brought the clamp over her clit and let it snap closed. I stood back and watched as her body flexed, seemingly out of her control. Caught between the throes of passion and the waves of pain searing every nerve ending she was right on the edge of the biggest orgasm she'd ever felt... yet the pain was blocking it and even as the shock and fire from the clamp faded it seemed to take the stimulation that had pushed her so close with it, pain receding with pleasure. Somehow she managed to maintain her balance, although only just. I almost felt sorry for what I was about to do but banished such thoughts. Mercy was, whether she knew it or not at that moment, one thing she really didn't want from me. Reaching up I pulled the thin silver chain that was attached to her collar tight through the ring on the bar, just enough to pull her collar up a little. The chain hung around her waist and I gathered it up, snaking it around the chains connecting the clamps and tying it tight, effectively connecting the clamps to her collar. "I suggest you not lose your balance, or you'll find your own weight pulling on those clamps." I whispered in her ear, running my hands in a caress over her body. Over her stomach, over her tits, across her shoulders and up her outstretched arms to her fingertips. Then slowly, oh so slowly, back down the insides of her arms, a different touch now, tickling gently and sending shivers through her ravaged body. Each shiver brought renewed pain from the clamps but that pain seemed to radiate outward, meet the next shiver and rebound inwards, a wave of pleasure ending in her very core just before the next wave of pain would hit her. Further down I travelled, my touch getting more insistent now, faster and harder as I reached her armpits. My fingers swirled into those hairless hollows, poking and wriggling as Karen started to giggle and twitch. The pain grew worse as her body moved more and more rapidly, dancing to the touch of my fingertips as I slid downwards, kneading her ribs and sweeping my nails across the flat washboard of her stomach. Her resolve broke and laughter spilled forth from her lips, a fabulous sound of delight, desire and desperation as she started to realise I had no intention of stopping my explorations. I hovered my hands over her waist, fingertips gently tracing the curve of her hips and waiting for her to focus on me. Her eyes met mine and went wide, her head shook from side to side and I saw the words form on her lips, desperate to say something, anything, to make me relent. I never gave her the opportunity, digging my fingers into her sides, fingers flicking madly over her flesh. Karen howled, a sound that struck straight into my soul as she dissolved into laughter. She bounced on her feet, moving from one to the other, the pain from the clamps almost a comfort now, feeding her passion and desire. I placed one hand just above her pussy and with the lightest of touches feathered my fingers down either side of her mound. She gave a great gasp and convulsed away from my hand, incredibly ticklish in that one spot, and her feet skidded out from underneath her. The bonds on her wrists held her firm and she came to a jerking, jarring halt, her nipples and clit pulled taught by the clamps and the chain that connected them to her collar. Her scream was high pitched, pain firmly overtaking pleasure once more as she hung there, helpless, exposed, vulnerable... and wonderful. "Karen." One word, that's all I had to say, and she forced her lips closed, her eyes meeting mine. "One choice, the next time your feet touch the floor this session will be over. If you wish to cum I will make you but only I will decide when your feet finally touch the floor, Yes or no?" "YES!" and in that one word she put a lifetime of begging, desperate now for release. I reached over and picked up the ball gag, quickly sliding the red rubber past her teeth and buckling it around her head. Then, the box was opened and Karen's eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw the vibrator. It was large, certainly larger than she may have chosen if she had the option, but more importantly it had a small extension that was designed to vibrate her clit. In her current state it would not only do that but also vibrate the clamps and chains as well. Still, she had no choice now and as I approached her she held her legs wide, somehow managing to thrust her hips forward in her eagerness. I didn't waste time, rolled the vibe around her pussy to lubricate it with her own juices then slid it into her, her body accepting it easily even as she groaned into the gag as her pussy stretched to allow it inside her. I positioned the clit stimulator and, almost as an afterthought, took what little slack remained in the chain from clit clamp to the chain connecting her tit clamped and wrapped it around the vibe. Without any more warning I flicked the vibrator on full strength. Expanding Her Horizons Instantly Karen's body stiffened and her head went back, pulling on the chain, and therefore clamps, even further. She didn't seem to care though, in fact she seemed to revel in the pain as it knifed through her, the first wave of pleasure washing over her as she found herself once more on the very edge of orgasm. I quickly sat on the floor beneath her, reached out and took her feet in my hands. Trapping them in the crook of my left arm, I brought my fingers up to those poor, abused soles and started to rake my nails over them as fast as I could. She screamed with laughter, though the gag turned it into a mew, convulsing and twisting clamps biting and turning, the vibe assaulting her most intimate places and it was all far, far too much. She came, screaming blue murder, bucking and writhing like a woman possessed. Her body shook and convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Every time it seemed like she was coming down I'd pick a new spot on her helpless feet and renew my attack, sending her rocketing back up to a whole new plane of ecstasy. Over and over the cycle repeated, my fingers twisting and twirling across her soles, dancing across the top of her feet, wriggling and writhing in between her toes for minute after minute. She became so loud I could actually hear her screams through the gag, her head shaking from side to side not in denial but simply to increase the pull and pinch on her nipples and clit from the clamps. Pain washed over her but before it had travelled even an inch it turned into pleasure, every sensation now feeding her orgasms, ever moment adding to her excitement and pleasure. Finally, after maybe fifteen minutes, she became quiet, her eyes flickering, her breathing shallow. Her body still twitched from the stimulation though, and I gave her one last orgasm that almost broke her in two by bringing her feet up to my mouth and running my teeth over her soles as my tongue darted in between her toes. I had been expecting a fairly violent reaction to that and just about managed to avoid having my teeth kicked out as she bucked but my other hand had snaked around her thighs and I just managed to hold her steady. My hand was instantly drenched from the flood of juices running between her legs and, as soon as I felt her coming down again, I kissed her feet and released her, putting the blocks back into place for her poor, ravaged feet. The vibe was quickly flicked off and I released the clamps one at a time, soothing her nipples and clit in turn with my mouth as blood rushed back into them. Standing I untied first her right wrist then her left, my own arm wrapped around her waist to support her. As soon as the last knot was untied she almost collapsed back into my arms. I'd been expecting that however and caught her, wrapping her up and carrying her to the bed. As soon as I slid her between the sheets she was asleep, her body pushed far beyond its normal bounds. She still had the collar and wrist restraints attached and I decided to leave them in place for the time being. Partially because I didn't want to wake her by removing them and partially because I was curious to see her reaction when she awoke with them on. I still had some work to do. Moving as quietly as I could I removed the bar from the door frame and tided away the rest of the bondage equipment. Then, making sure I could see the bed clearly, I sat down at the desk, opened up my Macbook and connected the video camera that had been taping the whole event. It took two hours to import all the footage and trim it down into something that I was happy with. To be honest there was very little that needed to be changed but there were always tweaks that could be made and I wanted this to be as good as possible. As I popped a DVD into the drive and started to burn a copy of the film for Karen, the star of the show herself stirred in the bedroom. I stood up and, pausing only to attach a special belt around my now-naked waist, went to greet her. To my surprise she was almost fully awake, eyes glowing with satisfaction, every nerve ending alive like never before. "That was.... fantastic." She murmured, sitting up in bed and letting the sheet fall away from her glorious naked body. "But I can't help but notice you're in need of a little... attention." That much really was obvious, I still had a hard-on from two hours ago and it had taken all my willpower not to do anything about it. "Want to help me out?" I asked, playful now, the master once more pushed to the back of my psyche. "Ohhhhhh yes." She replied, licking her lips. "Then get on your knees." I told her, having to suppress a laugh at how quickly and eagerly she responded. "Place your hands on my hips and close your eyes." I instructed her, again delighted at how quickly she obeyed. With two quick motions I clipped her wrist restraints to the d-rings on my belt. "Open your eyes..." I told her and she laughed out loud as she took in her situation. I opened my mouth to issue the next instruction but she didn't need it. Eagerly she bobbed her head forward, sucking my cock between her lips and humming right at the back of her throat as she started to give me a blow job that threatened to have my brain leaking out of my ears. Her tongue danced over my cockhead like it was an ice-cream cone, her teeth gently nibbled at the shaft and, somehow, she managed to wriggle one hand close enough to tease and knead my balls. Within minutes I was on the edge and brought one hand down on top of her head to give her some warning. Eagerly she clamped her lips over my cock and began sucking as hard as she could. I exploded in her mouth, more cum shooting from my balls than I'd ever thought possible and, to my astonishment, she swallowed the lot, licking her lips afterwards like it was the finest champagne. I was just about to unclip her when she spoke. "Umm, do you think you have one more shot left in you sir?" I actually hesitated before replying, my cock was feeling a tad sensitive after her incredible efforts but how could I pass up this opportunity? "Yes, I think so, why do you ask pet?" "May I make a request sir?" "You may." "I'd love it if you'd keep me chained like this, but attach my collar to your belt so I really can't move, then wank yourself off and come all over my face sir." I swear to you, I almost came then and there. Here was a gorgeous, fabulous sub, green eyes locked on mine begging me to soak her with a cum facial, how could I resist? Without a word I reached over, grabbed two more clips and secured her collar to my belt. Reaching down I took my cock in my hand and started to give myself a gentle handjob. I wanted to make this last, seeing this incredible woman on her knees before me, chained and helpless and actually wanting me to soak her was an image that I'd only ever dreamed about before and I was desperate to stretch out the moment as long as I could. Plus my cock really was still quite sensitive and any more would have hurt badly. Eventually though I couldn't hold back and a single muttered "Please sir, soak this unworthy slut with your cum" from Karen in a voice so low, so heavy with desire and longing that it seemed to bypass the ears and brain and arrow straight to my crotch pushed me so far past the edge I couldn't even see the cliff anymore. Another massive torrent burst forth and by the time I came down Karen was absolutely covered in my cum. As my eyes fluttered open I saw a mane of red hair as Karen gently caressed my spent cock with her tongue, cleaning every last drop of cum from my skin. After that there wasn't much left for us to do but unchain her, remove her cuffs, collar and my belt and collapse into bed. We embraced under the silk sheet and kissed each other gently, but with a passion that I'd never experienced with anyone before. Intense, yes, but somehow held in check for now, a promise of pleasures yet to come, yet to be imagined. We slept like that so long we actually missed our check-out time and had to pay for another night, but that seemed like a fair price to pay all things considered. Before we parted we exchanged postal addresses, telephone numbers and e-mail, knowing we'd be seeing each other again as soon as humanly possible. That was three weeks ago and now I find myself sitting outside the same hotel, the big V12 Aston engine cooling gently as I finish tucking it into a parking space. Inside, waiting for me, is Karen, her bright blue BMW parked right next to me. I grab the new, and improved, port-a-perv from the seat beside me and climb out of the car. As I walk towards the hotel I remember the letter I received three days ago and smile. It had read, simply: I found my words, just as you said: "It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake." What are you doing this weekend... sir?