3 comments/ 14106 views/ 2 favorites Thank You, Sir! By: LastoftheGentlemen You are tied, face down, to the bed. Your ankles are bound to the bottom of the bed. Your wrists above your head, tied to the headboard. SMACK! You feel the sting, as the first strike hits you across the left ass cheek then quickly, a second across the right. A flurry of strikes on alternating buttocks, with each strike getting harder and harder. You bite your lip, to contain the cries, knowing that your punishment will increase if you cry out. Then, without warning - one strike on the back of each thigh, then back to the buttocks I pause for a moment, and swish the paddle above your ass. You move, as you were expecting the strike, but it didn't come This almost hurts more than the actual hits You beg me to hit you again SMACK! I strike once, then stop again a short pause at first, Then SMACK! SMACK! Two in quick succession, then nothing Your hips rock from side to side, as you wait for me to strike again SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four in a row Then nothing I wait again, to see your reaction SMACK! Couldn't resist one extra You push your ass up into the air, and beg for me to continue. I exchange the paddle for my cane Swish - SMACK! The first strike makes you cry out The red welt rises across your arse, a stark contrast to the soft milky flesh Swish - SMACK! Another strike, almost directly on top of the welt Swish.. no strike, but you call out as though I've hit you You are so conditioned to expect it now, that it hurts even though I didn't touch you Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Each strike now lays across both buttocks, with the welts almost joining up in the middle, but not quite Without warning, one stroke on the back of each thigh then another and another Swish - SMACK! This last stroke remains across your arse, pressing against the bruised flesh I push against it, leaning the cane into your flesh, turning it slowly, pulling the skin, then releasing it I lean over and place a soft kiss on the hot red marks, then Swish - SMACK! Swish SMACK! I put down the cane, for a moment, and pick up the tube of lube You can hear the liquid sounds behind you, but daren't turn your head around to see what I'm doing Suddenly, you feel the cold lube drip onto your ass, and slowly trickle down over it Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! More lube trickles over you, then you feel the pressure against your ass, as the plug is pressed against the tight ring I turn it, very slowly, so that you feel the movement against it. You push back towards me, attempting to slip the end of the plug into you But. I pull it away and tell you "Not yet!" Swish -SMACK! Swish - SMACK! The plug returns, and the end teases your ring some more This time, you remember what you were told and don't try to "help" I turn the plug against your lubed ass, and slip the very tip of it just inside you I can feel the resistance, then as it eases off, I push a little further You open for me, and take the plug, very slowly, as it widens I drop a little more lube, and push it some more While the plug is halfway in, SWISH - SMACK!! You jolt backwards, and another half-inch of the plug slips into you Swish - SMACK! A little more goes in Swish SMACK! You are now approaching the widest part of the plug I can feel it trembling in my hand, as your ring stretches while trying to push out the intruder You feel as though you can't manage any more, but don't dare to say so Finally, with one more Swish - SMACK!, the plug jumps, and sits completely in your ass Now that it fully home, I return to the Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! With a flurry of strikes, I work my way down the backs of your legs, almost to the ankles, and back up again As I reach your ass again, I concentrate my attention to the area around the plug So that each strike not only raises another welt, but also sends the tremor right through your ass Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - Nothing No strike Swish - nothing again, but you move as through struck with full force Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish Swish Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish Swish Swish Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! I place the cane on the bed, and reach over to wipe away the trickle of blood from your left buttock The skin is broken, but not badly - at least, not yet Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - nothing The blood is flowing a little more now Your pussy is so wet that you cannot tell where you are wet from that, from the blood, or the lube The blood trickles in a tiny stream, down your buttocks, and across your hips - towards the bed I trace a finger through the blood, and hold it to your mouth You suck greedily at my finger, having no idea what I'm doing, until the coppery taste hits your tastebuds You recoil, then return with more confidence, when you realise how much you like it The hand goes away, and returns wet again You are expecting blood, but this time, all you can taste is the juice from your pussy You suck this away even more strongly than the blood This repeats another five or six times - the fingers go away, and return wet. You have no idea what you are getting until it is pushed into your waiting mouth, then you suck as though your very life depended on it After the finger leaves for the last time, you wait for it to return Your mouth opens, and you sense something approaching. You expect the finger, but your lips are forced further apart Your teeth are pushed apart, and your mouth invaded without warning It takes a moment before you realise that you have my cock in your mouth, and it is pushing further and further back You feel a hand take hold of your hair, at the back of your head, and the cock goes deeper still You begin to struggle, fearing that the air will be cut off Then, just as you begin to feel light headed, I pull back, and you catch a few deep breaths I let you catch your breath, then slide back into your mouth again This time though, I don't stay still, I slowly begin to fuck your mouth Sliding my cock all the way back to your throat, then pull almost completely back out, leaving the tip between your lips The hand in your hair pulls tighter, to keep control of your head while I fuck your mouth As you start to move in time with me, I pull out completely, and leave your mouth empty You lean forwards, trying to catch it, and keep it in you, but it is gone You feel a slap across your cheek, as I strike you with my cock - not hard, but hard enough to startle you Another slap, slightly harder this time, then my cock returns to your waiting lips This time, I stay perfectly still, and tell you to suck at your pace Once I feel you get into your rhythm Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Four quick strikes with the cane across your buttocks again Then, the tip of the cane finds the exposed end of the plug I push against it, rhythmically, fucking you with the plug, in perfect time with the sucking motion in your mouth As you increase the speed, I match it with the tip of the cane. I can feel you building up to cum - hard Your hips are tensing, your breathing is increasing Getting deeper, the noise as you inhale through your nose is getting louder and more frantic as you build towards your shuddering climax As the orgam hits, I take the cane away from the plug and Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! Swish - SMACK! I keep striking - quickly, and hard - until the orgasm is done, and shaking, you collapse your head onto the bed I lean forwards, and carefully pull the plug from your ass As it leaves, you shake one more time. The feeling of total emptiness flooding through your body I leave you to rest for a moment, and collect your thoughts. as I step away from the bed, I hear muffled sobs, and see tears running down your cheeks I know that these are tears of extreme emotion, but neither happiness nor sorrow These are tears of pure pleasure I cannot resist returning to the bed, to place a soft kiss on your lips, and stroke your hair. Your final words before I walk away "Thank you, Sir" Thank You, Sir Everything was laid out exactly to his specifications. Candles burning on the bedside tables, curtains pulled closed. I was showered and shaved and lotioned to within an inch of my life. I was awaiting Him anxiously, I could practically hear the seconds ticking by on the hall clock. Here I was kneeling in the foyer, naked, my collar and cuffs laid out on the floor in front of me. He likes to put them on me himself, it cements his ownership of me. Finally, after what feels like aeons, I hear the deadbolt turning. My heart rate picks up as I hear his footsteps on the hardwood. He doesn't say anything at first, just walks around me, stroking my hair as he goes. He leans down on his haunches and picks up my collar. "Lift your hair." He says it commandingly and I immediately comply. He fastens the collar around my neck, my breath catches as I hear the lock snick. He notices and just smiles. Next comes the wrist cuffs, followed by the ankle cuffs. He checks to make sure they're snug but not cutting off my circulation. "Come," he says. I follow him down the hall to the bedroom. "Stand here," he points to the floor where he's had eyebolts installed. They can be pushed down into the floor and covered so that someone (mainly me) doesn't trip on them. There are matching ones in the ceiling. I stand where he indicated and he walks over to the bedside table. I hear a rattle and know that he's getting the chains out of the drawer. He walks over to me leisurely and runs his hand down my arm to my wrist. He attaches one end of the chain to my cuff and the other end to the ceiling so that my arm is pulled taut. He repeats the process on my other side. He does my feet in the same manner so that I am now immobile, strung up just the way he likes me. He slowly runs his hands up my legs, over my hips, across my breasts, until he reaches my throat and clasps it in one hand. "Are you ready?" he asks me. My only reply, "Yes, Sir." He kisses me lightly and pulls away. I reach for his lips with mine, wanting more, but he doesn't oblige. He smiles wickedly, knowing what he's doing to me. He lets go of my throat and walks around behind me. He starts by running the tips of his fingers up and down my back. He knows how ticklish I am and laughs softly as I writhe. He does this for a couple of minutes so that my flesh becomes sensitive. He moves away for a moment and I can hear him rummaging around behind me. I know he's going through the chest of drawers he keeps his toys in. He's in no hurry, he knows the anticipation is just about killing me. He comes back up behind me, I can feel his heat against my back. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back roughly. "Were you a good girl today?" "Yes, Sir," I reply. "Hm, we'll see." He lets go of my hair and trails kisses down my spine while at the same time running his hands down my sides. He reaches the base of my spine with his mouth. He gives it one last kiss and then trails his tongue down the crack of my ass. I feel one of his hands reach under me and between my legs, followed by his fingers on my pussy lips. I catch my breath, hoping there is more to follow. He slides one finger deep, feeling around until he finds the Ben Wa balls. He's made me wear them all day. "Mmm," he hums softly, clearly pleased. He pulls out first one and then the other. He comes around to my front and tells me to open my mouth. He puts both into my mouth and demands that I lick them clean and spit them back out into his hand. I comply of course. "Good girl," he tells me. I love hearing the approval in his voice. He kisses me hungrily, making me pant for more. He grabs my jaw, holding my face so that I can't follow him as he pulls away. I whimper softly and he gives me a look, then moves around behind me. He grabs my hair again and starts to rub my ass cheeks. 'Smack!' his palm lands against my ass followed immediately by him rubbing it. 'Smack!' on the other ass cheek. Again he rubs it. He loves to feel the warmth my skin infuses with. He continues spanking me for some time, until I can feel the burning warmth all the way to my pussy. He stops and I hear him pick something up. Then the rough, heavy feel of the leather strands of the flogger. He rubs it up and down my back, just so I can revel in the sensation of the leather against my skin. He then starts flicking it lightly against the skin of my back. Rapid, light strokes to get my skin used to the feel. Gradually he starts hitting harder. I feel the thump and sting of the leather. Over and over the leather hits my skin until I gasp with every strike. I know my skin must be red and stripey by now. I'm not sure how long we've been at it but it feels like forever. In reality it couldn't have been very long at all. I'm starting to feel hazy and glowy but I'm not quite there. He knows, he always knows where I'm at. Suddenly it stops and I hear him drop the flogger. He comes around in front of me and just stares at me for a moment. He lifts his hands and rubs them up my arms making sure my circulation is still good. He checks my wrists and then drags his hands back down my arms, over my shoulders and to my breasts. He plucks at my nipples and I moan softly. He continues to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples until I am arching into his touch. "Look at me," he demands. My eyes meet his and he lowers his head slowly so that I can anticipate his touch. His mouth engulfs my nipple and he sucks hard. I cry out, it feels so fucking good. He alternates between my breasts, sucking and using his teeth until my nipples are rock hard. I see him take something from his pocket but can't make out what it is as his fist is closed around it. His mouth is still pulling at my nipples and I couldn't concentrate on anything else. His mouth lifts from my breast and suddenly I feel a sharp pain. I cry out and look down, seeing the clamp he's placed on my nipple. It hurts so fucking much. "Shh, just breathe through it." I listen to the sound of his voice and breathe in and out. The pain lessens until its a dull throb. "I'm going to do the next one now. Breathe in." I breathe in and he clamps my other nipple. I breathe out roughly and concentrate on that until the pain turns to a dull throb matching the other one. "Good girl," he says. He gives me a quick kiss and then moves back around behind me. He picks up the flogger and continues striking me with the leather strands. I'm breathing deeply now, sinking deeper into my head. He drops the flogger again and rubs all over my skin. It burns so good. I hear him pick something else up and then feel the smooth, cool feeling of the wooden paddle. It's the one with the holes in it and I know I'll have marks for days. He rubs it on my ass then lifts it and swings it down onto my ass cheek. "Ahh," I cry and lurch forward as much as the chains will allow, which isn't much at all. I feel the coolness of the paddle rubbing over my ass cheek, easing the stinging. It lifts again and comes down on my other ass cheek. Again I cry out and try to move, again he rubs the coolness of the paddle over the stinging. Over and over he repeats the process. I concentrate on my breathing and slip further and further into the murkiness that is my brain at the moment. My ass is burning and I'm not really sure how I feel about that. I trust that he'll take care of me so I just let it go. He stops and drops the paddle, he must have knelt down behind me because I feel his warm breathe on my ass cheeks. He kisses first one and then the other. He spreads my ass cheeks and just looks for a moment. I'm too far gone to feel embarrassed. He touches the rosette of my ass with a finger, not trying to penetrate, just feeling me. "So pretty," he murmurs. His touch leaves me just for a second, then I feel his fingers back at my hole. This time they are slick and I realize he must have put lube on them. He plays around with my hole for a minute and then slowly pushes one finger in just a bit. He works it in and out until his entire finger is inside me. I moan softly. A second finger joins the first and slowly works its way inside with the other. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me a bit. He works in a third and thrusts them in and out until he's satisfied I am open enough. He removes his fingers and then I feel something cold and hard at my entrance. He's used a very small butt plug on me before but this one feels much larger and I get scared. "Please Sir," I plead softly. "Shh, you can take it my little slut," he says roughly."You know what to say to stop me if you really need to." I whimper as he slowly works more and more of it in. "You want it, don't you baby girl?" "Yes, Sir," I reply. Suddenly I feel it pop in all the way, it's now lodged in my ass with only the base sticking out. "Such a pretty sight," I hear him say. He grabs the base and wiggles it around in my ass. I moan, it feels so good now. He pushes on it to make me feel it deep, I moan louder. He reaches between my legs to feel my pussy, it's sopping wet by this point. He slides a finger inside me, just playing with me, not giving me enough. "Please, please Sir," I beg. "Not yet slut." He smacks my ass to emphasize his point. He removes his fingers from me and stands up. I suddenly feel a sharp sting on my ass cheek, immediately followed by the same sensation on my other ass cheek. He rubs both with his hand and then does it again. At first I couldn't place what he was using but now I know its the switch. He's striking me lightly for now but I know that wont last long. He moves the strikes all over the back of my body. My ass, the backs of my thighs, my upper back and shoulders. The hits steadily get harder until the sting is almost too much to bear. He's so precise with where he strikes me, he knows how to make me feel it. Again I concentrate on breathing and my mind calms down. The pain becomes a part of me. My head slumps because I can no longer hold it up and he knows I've had enough. He drops the switch and leans down behind me again. "Time for you reward, my brave little slut." His words register but don't make much sense to my fog rattled brain. I hear a buzzing start up and then a sensation that makes me almost jump out of my skin. He's placed a vibrator on the base of the plug in my ass and I can feel it all the way inside me. I moan and cry out, the feelings are so intense. He holds the vibrator with one hand and reaches up under me with the other to play with my pussy. Suddenly the vibrating stops and I whimper in disappointment. He walks around in front of me and tells me to take a deep breathe. Once I do he releases one clamp and licks my nipple gently to ease the pain. I'm crying gently but I know the pain will soon be replaced with pleasure. He repeats the process on the other side. He wipes my face gently and gives me a quick kiss. He then moves back around behind me and I hear the buzzing start up once again. He places it back where it was on the base of the plug and continues to play with my pussy with the other hand. I'm so wet he easily slides through my pussy lips. He slips a finger inside me then drags it out and up to my clit. I'm so strung out all I can say is, "Please," over and over again, moving my hips as much as my restraints will allow. "Please what?" He says it demandingly, expecting an answer. I have just enough presence of mind left to say, "Please may I cum, Sir?" I practically sob the question, wanting so badly. "Cum," he tells me, making the butt plug vibrate hard. I cry out and explode, writhing in the chains and unable to keep quiet. He doesn't mind, he likes it when I make noise. He wrings every last drop out of me until I'm limp, hanging from the chains. He stands up quickly and grabs me around the waist to support my weight. "I'm so proud of you," he whispers in my ear. I'm crying softly, I don't know why but I can't seem to stop. "Shh, shh," He knows it helps to hear his voice so he's crooning softly to me. Still holding me around the waist he releases my left wrist then switches arms to release my right. He sits down with me between his legs and leans over to release my ankles. He stands up with me in his arms and carries me over to the bed. The covers were already pulled down as per his instructions. He places me on the bed and makes sure I'm completely covered as I am already shivering. He reaches over to the bedside table and brings back a bottle of water, already opened. "Drink," he says as he lifts my head up and brings the bottle to my lips. I drink thirstily and sigh as my head drifts back to the pillow. I feel him climb in on the other side and he moves close to cuddle up next to me so that I get his body heat. I lay in a haze, ensconced safely in his arms. Just before drifting off I remember to say, "Thank you, Sir." Thank you Sir... I was nervous... this wasn't the party atmosphere I had expected. This was... hedonistic, sexual, kinky. It was the residence of a friend, he'd explained on the drive here. Residence? It was huge! As large as some hotels. The grounds were manicured, beautiful. The columns of the portico were massive. Sir handed the keys to the valet and we walked up the steps to the entry. He held my elbow firmly as we entered the foyer. A beautiful woman came toward us, smiling and holding out her arms to Sir, embracing him warmly in greeting. "I am so pleased you were able to come Edward!" she exclaimed. "I wouldn't have missed it Clair." Sir replied. The woman led us to a large living area, lavishly decorated and filled with people engaging in various sexual activities, though still remaining more or less clothed. I wasn't sure what I had expected, but this wasn't it. "The other communal room is upstairs," Sir murmured in my ear, as he ushered me through the room toward the curved stairway. "You've been here before, Sir?" I asked. "A couple of times, yes." He answered, as we climbed the stairs. I felt a pang of jealousy, but suppressed it. "There is someone I would like to introduce you to flower." Sir said as we entered the great room. Large and circular, it was furnished in deep burgundy and gold, leather couches, some without backs, high benches and tables. The main focal point was a large St.Andrews cross in the center of the room, currently occupied by a lovely dark haired woman and her slave, who was bound by his wrists and ankles. She was flogging him, hard, impervious to his groans of pain. A swarm of butterflies took flight in my belly and I shivered in response. "You like that flower?" Sir whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Yes Sir." I replied, transfixed at the sight. Once again, people were engaging their sexual preferences, but in this room, most were not dressed. Sir waved his hand and I noticed a woman coming our way. She was beautiful, tall, younger than me by a few years, red hair about shoulder length, bright blue eyes and wearing a sheer slip of a dress. "This is free..." Sir introduced us. She smiled and took my hand in both of hers. "I am so pleased to meet you flower." I smiled in return, her hands were warm and smooth, her grasp gentle but firm. "Shall we?" free said as she turned to lead the way through the great room to a smaller room. This one was furnished in much the same way as the other, just smaller proportions and in a deep midnight blue and grey. She led us to a couch, and turned to face Sir. "I will be directing you both, but free, you are above flower in this." And with that, he took a seat in a chair placed near the couch. Turning to face me, free waited for Sir's instructions. "Undress," he said, "I want you both naked." Reaching around my neck to the zipper of my dress, free slowly lowered it, drawing me closer to her as her hand descended. She allowed the dress to drop from my shoulders and slip to the floor, leaving me in my white lace bra, matching thong and garter, with white silk stockings. I heard Sir's sharp intake of breath. He had not seen my undergarments. White is his favorite. My dress was mid calf, and I had worn boots, which I now slipped off and stepped from where my dress lay puddled on the floor. I took the slim straps of free's shift and slipped them from her shoulders letting the thin material fall. She was naked underneath, and I was suddenly over-dressed. She reached up, and ran her hands over the lace of my bra, grazing the skin of my breasts at the edges of the lace. The sensation raising goose bumps across my flesh. "Touch me flower." she directed. I raised my hands to her shoulders and began to caress her the way she was me. Her neck, shoulders, breasts. He nipples puckered beneath my hands, the nubs tickling my palms. "Kiss me." Another order. I hesitate, and she repeats, "Kiss me now." I lean forward and kiss her lips, my hands still roaming her body. She responds in kind, and we caress each other, still kissing and letting the sensations carry us away. My lips move from her mouth to her neck, and down her chest. I take her small breasts in my hands and kiss them, reveling in the feel of them, soft, pliant. I tease her nipples with my tongue, and pull on them with my teeth, one and then the other, hearing her gasp. "More..." the command is simple, direct, and gruff. Sir is sitting in the chair, relaxed, legs outstretched, and rubbing his large hand over the obvious bulge in the his slacks. Free slides down on the couch, putting one leg against the back, one foot on the floor, so her legs are apart, and me in between them. "Eat me flower," she demands, "Show Sir how well you eat pussy." I move back so I can lean over to reach her better, place my hands on her thighs to spread them wider and place my mouth on her mound. I hear her sigh, and begin to explore her with my tongue, teasing her clit, feeling it grow, feeling her pussy lips swell in my mouth, and blossom from my eager ministrations. Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull me harder against her, and she grinds her pussy against my mouth. I suck, lick and tease, my hands keeping her open for me. Her clit becomes a hard bud, reaching out for me to pleasure it, and I take it between my teeth, pulling gently and free arches her back, hissing at the pain. I release it, lave my tongue over it, and place my mouth over as much as possible and suck, keeping my tongue flat, working in circles. She moans loudly, and her grip tightens. I work a finger into her dripping pussy and finger fuck her, all the while licking and sucking. Her moans grow more insistent, her thighs begin to shake... I hear another moan, and look over to Sir. His pants are undone, and pushed down to reveal his impressive cock and balls. He is stroking himself... watching intently as I pleasure the woman beneath me. The knowledge ignites my own passion further, and I return my concentration to free. I add another finger beside the other and suckle harder, her moans turn to a desperate scream as her release rockets through her body, and I hear a ragged groan as Sir nears his own..."Come here flower!" he commands, and I move quickly to the chair, kneeling before him. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me to him and I eagerly take his cock in my mouth, sucking hard and taking as much of his length as I can. He cums almost immediately, his hips buck against me, his hot cum splashing on my tongue and the back of my throat. I keep sucking, working my tongue along his shaft, feeling it soften. He pulls me to him, kissing e deeply, tasting himself and free on my lips. "Amazing flower" he whispers. "Thank you Sir..."