0 comments/ 14952 views/ 0 favorites A Surprise For Him By: Inner Heat He hurt her. He may not of intended to, but he had. Thomas was just preoccupied with other things. He didn't think that it would matter that much. When Teresa, his wife, suggested a nice hot shower, he made some excuse not to partake of the offer. In doing so, he upset her. If he had of thought what it meant to her, he would never have said he didn't want to. She had said it was fine, and went off to bed. When Thomas followed her to bed a few hours later, he knew she was still awake, but when she feigned sleep, he let it pass, thinking that she was just tired. Teresa was forming a plan. She knew that she wanted to make him think about what it meant to her. As memories of passed showers that they had shared filtered through her mind her smiled... it was at that moment, that the plan she was tossing about formed completely. Having decided on a course of action, she gave a deep sigh and settled down to sleep. The next day proved to be a usual day. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Thomas went on about his plans for the day while Teresa made her plans for the evening to come. With a satisfied grin, she made sure everything she'd need was well hidden, but within easy reach. When Thomas returned that evening, Teresa had a nice hot bath ready for him. Helping him out of his clothes, she washed his back for him and left him to his own devices. They had a light dinner after which, Thomas said he was going to bed. A quick peck on the cheek and he was off to bed. Teresa made sure he was asleep before going into the bedroom herself. Two hours later, when she entered the bedroom, he was snoring peacefully, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a giveaway to deep sleep. A sly smile crossed Teresa's face as she quickly implemented her plan. Thomas never moved. He knew that something was holding him down though, when he tried to move, he couldn't. When he looked around him, he could see nothing. How in the world could this have happened to him? Panic filled him. "Wh-what is happening? What are you doing?" "Shhhh... don't think... feel. " she whispered as her lips continued to play on his neck. At 33, Thomas never thought he'd ever end up like this. Tied to his own bed, stripped naked, and blindfolded. Tugging at the ties that bound him, he discovered that he wasn't tied as tightly as he'd first thought. If he wanted to, he could release himself, but something told him to stay right where he was... to see where she would take this. The softness of Teresa's lips were intoxicating to him. His heartbeat was strong and fast and he just knew that she could feel it pulsing beneath her lips. When she bit his neck lightly, he was lost to her. She knew that he could get loose if he chose to, but was glad to see that he stayed as she'd tied him. She wanted to experiment a little with him, in hopes that he might like it. From her vantage point, poised directly above him as she was, he seemed to enjoy it a lot already. A smile played across her lips as they followed a torturous path down his body. His chest, heaving with each breath, was adorned with several small kisses as she slid over to his nipple. Once her teeth grazed it, she knew she had him. His nipples are sensitive enough, more ticklish if truth be known, but he enjoyed it just the same. Letting her tongue slip from her mouth, she led a trail down to his stomach... as her tongue slipped into his belly button to swirl around, HE knew she had him. Thomas was content to lay as relaxed as possible, until she got to his stomach. A slow moan escaped him as she pressed her tongue into his belly button. It was one of his weaknesses that she loved to play on. After 10 years of marriage and a "usual" sex life, this was definitely something different. Having never been tied, or even THOUGHT of being tied, well, this was certainly turning out to be interesting. She moved slowly down his body, leaving little bites on his hip as she moved on an slow inward trek. To avoid direct contact with his cock, she slipped along the side of it letting her cheek brush against it occasionally. The jump of his cock surprised her a little, but she knew he was highly aroused. To further demonstrate her "control" she leaned over directly above his cock and let her warm breath waft over him. Her hands slid up along his thighs, the heat of him almost burned her hands as she touched him. She let her hands come to a rest just below his balls, she leaned up to kiss him fully on the mouth. With the first touch of her tongue to his, he tensed up, he wanted to touch her, needed to feel her body close to his. As she teased his body she realized it had turned her on more than she expected. She sat on the bed close to his head, spread her legs and let her fingers tease across her thighs. Her soft moans gave her away to her husband. He knew she had touched herself, had given herself pleasure, and he wanted to watch her. "Let me watch you pleasure yourself, baby", he begged "No, not yet, let me play with myself a bit longer, maybe I'll let you watch" she giggled in response. She watched his body strain to get some sort of touch from her, she let her knee fall over to touch his cheek. Grateful for any touch, he kissed the outside of her knee. The sharp gasp that burst forth from his wife and he knew that she had just penetrated herself with her fingers. He could hear her wetness against her fingers. The scent of her, called to him, God he wanted her then. He wanted her NOW. Her body responded to her touch with each gentle caress of her hands and she'd gotten herself all worked up with her fingers and his responses to her, Teresa moved once more. This time to straddle Thomas' face, as her thighs settled on either side of his face, he needed no further encouragement. As his tongue pushed deep inside her, a deep satisfied groan burst from her. Her hips rocked gently against his face, the pressure on her clit built quickly and she moved slightly, not willing to cum yet. His tongue buried in her cunt had driven her mad with passion. She rocked harder against him, they both knew her cum would not be staved off for long. She was to aroused, to hot for her husband. Thomas' tongue found that little pleasure bud and sucked it into his mouth to send his wife over the edge. The pleasure of it rocked her against him, her hips ground onto his face her orgasm approached her quickly. The soft keen of exploding pleasure echoed through the room. Her fingers uncurled as she slipped from her husbands face to collapse beside him on the bed. Her head rested on his chest, the soft rumble of his breath brought her gently back to earth. Her eyes opened to see Thomas' cock, beaded with precum, and a small pool of it on his abdomen. The scent of her juices permeated the room. They glistened on Thomas' face, he cared little that his grin was that of a giddy schoolboy.. he had just pleasured his wife to the core of her being, and hoped to feel her hot breath caressing his body soon. "I want to touch you Teresa, please, untie me" "No, I am not quite finished with you Thomas. You hurt me yesterday when you declined my offer of a shower. It's rare that we have an evening alone together, and you know that I enjoy our time together, but you denied me that pleasure. I am now, denying you your pleasure of touching me. " She knew how to get to him, she knew that he loved to thread his fingers through her long auburn hair while she made love to his cock with her mouth. She would deny him that now. Slowly she edged her way down his stomach. At that particular moment, Thomas knew what she was about to do. It niggled him that he had hurt her, he hated to hurt her, but knew that she would have her way with him no matter what he begged, pleaded, or demanded she do. He also knew that he would not release himself from the bonds that held him as it would lessen HER pleasure of dominance over him. So he laid there, waiting for her to do as she would It was her hot breath that touched him first. The heat wafting over his exposed and ever hardening cock intoxicating him with erotic images of what Teresa MUST look like hovering over his bound form. In his minds eye, he could picture her long hair, cascading over her shoulder onto the bed, her lips forming a perfect "O" as she exhaled onto him, her eyes, closed to the torture that she gave him, the passion etched so finely on her beautiful face. Yes, Thomas had just discovered that he was enjoying this "bondage" as much as Teresa was. Her gentle hand on his balls startled him. So lost in his own images that he had almost forgotten that Teresa was there. Her soft words of pending pleasure the only sounds he could hear. Thomas moaned loudly as her tongue slide the length of him. Her tongue bathed him up one side and down the other, not yet touching the head of his cock. His whispered whimper begging her to do so. She denied him. Lower she slid her tongue until they caressed his balls. Teresa toyed with them, lifting first one then the other with her tongue only to let them fall and rest again as she moved on. Her hair splayed across his right leg as her mouth found the spot just to the side of his cock. Between his cock and his thigh, she placed her lips and bit softly into the flesh there. When she heard Thomas' quick intake of breath, she knew he was lost to her. Having gotten his complete surrender to her, he moved quickly to take the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl over the tip, tasting him for the first time. With a deep thrust downward, she took him completely into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she forced her muscles to relax to allow her to take him as deep as she could. His hips pushed forward off the bed as her mouth claimed him. A small smile played over her stretched mouth as she worked her throat muscles against the tip of him. "God Teresa, where did you learn to do that?" Her muffled reply was all he got in return. "Please, oh God, Please don't stop... that feels sooo good baby... I'll not ever deny you again. Not if I can help it. " She continued working her muscles over him as he begged and praised her. Her mind spun at the possibilities of what she COULD do to him, now that she had him in such a prone position. She'd never hurt him, she loved him to much for that, but she did want to give him the ultimate in pleasure. Her next thought was of something she'd never done before. Her mouth came up and off of him, only to kiss further down, lower and lower her mouth crept, when her tongue touched the tiny bud of his asshole, he almost came off the bed. He never expected that she would do something like that. Oh he knew that she enjoyed it when he played with her that way, but he never thought of it being done to him. When her tongue pressed against him, he pressed down against her. He WANTED her there, he wanted her to penetrate his ass, her fingers were small enough, her tongue felt wonderful as she worked it up inside him. He cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain when her finger slid into him the first time... his cries turning to whimpers of lust as her mouth covered his cock once more. Her hand and her mouth working against the rhythm of the other, when her mouth went down on him, her finger receded from his anal cavity. He was ready, she knew he was, it was to much for him. The dual rhythm she had been working on him was too much for him to handle. "Teresa, Oh God.... I'M GOING TO CUM!!! OHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS" he shouted as his body ground against her face and hand. The pressure and volume of his orgasm surprised her. She felt that it would be an explosive one, and she proved herself right. Swallowing several times as Thomas ejaculated into her soft mouth, she finally let him slip from her mouth as her finger slid from his ass. She nuzzled his spent cock softly as her body came to rest up along side of him. One hand reached up as she first untied his hands, and then removed his blindfold. His soft hazel eyes looked lovingly into her vivid blue ones. The way he looked at her told her everything, and nothing at the same time. She knew he loved her, she knew, too, that he enjoyed what she just did. But she didn't know if he wanted to ever experience it again. She hoped he would. When he kissed her, she had her answer. As he raised his mouth from hers, he again looked into her eyes... "Teresa, I promise, I will never hurt you again. " In his mind he asked himself the question, " Or will I?" A Surprise For His Slave There I was, kneeling in the corner, on my little mat of rice. Hands neatly folded behind in the small of my back. He admired his handy work from the cane having left my bottom with three crimson stripes. My punishment for my brattiness while preparing the appetizers. Something about what he thought was appropriate, and I thought that his choice was better suited for a football game. Alas, I have three stripes, will have spent 15 minutes in the corner, and we will be nibbling on pizza rolls and shrimp. I sneak a glance back to look at the clock, 5 minutes left. My knees feel as though I have been down here for at least half an hour, I'm sure there are a few grains of rice that have permanently imbedded themselves under my skin. It seems with age, it has become a bit more difficult to take this punishment. Staring at the paint I think it time for a fresh coat, something deeper would be nice. "You're not watching the clock, now are you girl?" Startled that he was behind me, I realize, I'm busted. "That just wouldn't be acceptable right girl?" My head drops and I'm not looking at the floor as I know that is totally a rhetorical question. Why did I look, why did I look, why oh why did I look "I think we'll have to tag another 5 minutes on for peeking at the clock with your nose touching as well. Now that means that you are running the risk of being in the corner when our company arrives. I can be nice and offer you an alternative, perhaps 10 more strokes of the cane?" He so knows how much I dislike the cane, the bite, the sting, and when it's a punishment, they aren't what one would term light strokes, but the humiliation of being in the corner when Sir James and Theresa arrive is more than I can bear. "Master, permission to speak please?" "What would you like to say?" "Master, I am very, very sorry for arguing with you about the appetizers, also, I am sorry for peeking at the clock, I should known better. Please, this girl would prefer the ten strokes of the cane, rather than the 5 extra minutes please Sir, she begs for the strokes." He laughed, he was in good spirits today. "You got it girlie, crawl and go get my cane, be quick about it, I think I hear the car pulling up." Quickly I crawled over to the dining room table to retrieve Master's cane. My heart was racing, I had never been punished in front of others, and I did not want to start now. My knees felt bruised as I crawled on them, I am positive there were grains stuck in the skin. Cane in between my teeth, I made my way back to Master who was leaning up against the counter watching with a huge grin on his face. He absolutely loved all this. Thank goodness he adored my playfulness, he had always said, he was never interested in a doormat. The counter divided the kitchen and the living room. It had four bar chairs pulled up to it. It was the perfect place to hang out with guests either nibbling on appetizers or just having a drink and talking. Sometimes it was just when Master wanted to sit back and talk with me while I was working in the kitchen, be it making dinner, or cleaning up afterwards. It had also been used a few times while playing. One time, Master had me bound and gagged up there, while he prepared dinner. Every once in awhile he would come over and torture me some with the vibrator, or use the wooden spoon he had in his hand. All, just some of the excitement we've had over the years together. Taking the cane from my mouth and placed it on the counter. Taking hold of my collar gently pulled me up to my feet. In one fluid motion he had me up and over the counter with my backside hanging off the edge. Yep yep, I was tingling all over, and felt that old familiar twitch between my legs. As much as I disliked the cane, I did love this position, and Master demonstrating his control over me. I especially treasured the moments when Master took the time to correct me when I crossed those lines. "Ready girl?" Before I could answer, I heard the whistle of the cane cutting through the air and then the kiss to my ass. My eyes flashed wide, the air caught in my throat, not a sound escaped me. Before I could even realize the pain associated with the first stroke, there came another. With that one, I thought I would jump out of my skin. What I didn't realize was that I had scooted almost halfway across the counter when I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair and pull me back. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to move, and might I add, OOOOOOOWWWWWWW that hurts!" I wasn't sure what to be feeling, the tears were building up, but I was also thrilled for the way my Master took care of me. My ass was burning now from the pain, and I wanted it to stop. I knew it wouldn't. "By the way, you are on two, count!!!" he commanded. "Thank you Master, two" The whistle and another one kissing my flesh "three" and they kept coming until the tears were streaming down my cheeks and it was "ten". I lay there, my ass glowing so hot, my cunt dripping, my cheek pressed to the cool counter. I could feel his lips kissing my burning ass. "pet, I am impressed; you took them all, with very little fuss. Several very nice stripes to that ass of mine, I trust you may have a problem sitting this evening." He was admiring my tastefully done tattoo of the Chinese lettering of slave with his initials just below on the small of my back, tracing it with his finger. "Now, you better get moving. Oh by the way, James called earlier, said they would be 15 minutes late." I looked back over my shoulder, I couldn't believe it, he knew, he knew I would have stayed in the corner. What a sneak, withholding that information. Oh well, he's still holding the cane, best not to whine now. A simple little response would do for now, "now you tell me, thanks Master" I groaned as I climbed down off the counter. With a change of tone and a perkier note I asked, "Master, permission to go view your handy work?" "Yes, go look at your ass in the mirror, I think you'll like it too." Master was sitting at the counter watching me as I was cleaning up the kitchen. He had picked out my clothes for the evening, something simple, my black mini skirt and white blouse. Nothing underneath, thus, my nipples were in plain view through the sheer silk fabric. You could also see the beautiful nipple rings that Master had put on them. They lay flat to the skin, encircling my nipples. Master liked the look of being clothed, sexy, yet revealing all at the same time. There was the hint of that something beneath, yet it wasn't obvious. An accidental drop of a napkin, of course I would be bending over to pick it up, and he would get a full view of his prized possession between my legs. Of course I was also wearing my treasured collar, it was stainless steal with soft leather lining with one ring hanging in front and a lock on the back. It was worn at all times except when family and vanilla friends were over, or to go out in the vanilla public. At those times, I wore Master's necklace, a beautiful gold chain. The doorbell rang, it must be them. Master rose before I could even hang my dishcloth. "I'll get the door," he said adding with a wink, "they're here pet, best get those appetizers out here." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I carried the pizza rolls out on our sterling silver platter, on the crystal platter were the shrimp and sauce. I put the two trays on the coffee table and took a last look around. Master had already taken the wine out along with the glasses. They were on the table in the middle of the living room. I could hear them talking in the entrance, Master taking their coats, then Theresa's leash jingling as they walked down the hall. The fire was lit along with the a dozen or so candles around the room. Very warm and cozy. I made my way over to them as they entered the living room. "Good evening Sir James, Theresa, I'm so happy that you could come over, it's been way too long since we were together." Hugging Theresa, Sir James leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek. The two Masters sat in their chairs, and Theresa and I took our places on the floor at their feet. We had a great time, laughing, talking, and catching up on what's been happening. Master was opening the second bottle of wine when he said, "by the way pet, go get that box that was delivered. It's on the table in the playroom." Turning back to our guests, "she has been so curious all week since it arrived, I even caught her shaking." I ran to the playroom and snatched it off the table. It wasn't a big box, a little bigger than a shoe box. Re-entering the room with the box, I got this sudden nervous butterfly in my stomach. Oh my god, could it be? He had been looking on that new site, and saw these hooks. Oh my god, could it? Nervously I handed the box to Master and sat quietly on my pillow. I didn't look up, just looked straight at Theresa as he opened the box. She sat all excited, a twinkle in her eye, yeah, sure, she was safe from "the hook", a giggling she said, "this is exciting" and then her face went blank. I couldn't help it, I turned my head and I was now face to face, with, not one, but two of those silver hooks made to hang your slave up from her cunt. "Oh look Theresa, there's one for you too. You were laughing at me…" "girl, they are both for you" he said with a stern voice. "What? How can that be, those two wouldn't fit in that one little hole." "Look closer Dee, one is a bit smaller than the other one." Sir James added his two cents. "After all, you do have two holes down there, no?" "pet, I thought it best to try this with someone helping me out, in case something doesn't go right. Don't you think? If you are really against trying it here and now, with our dear friends here, I'll wait till we're alone, but I really do think it best with help." Clearing my throat, I nodded, thought about it, and yes, he was right on this one. "Yes Master, You are completely correct, it will be safer with Sir James helping, who knows, maybe after tonight, he will buy some for Theresa too." Theresa gasped hearing me say that, but I can't be the only one having all the fun, can I? We moved into the playroom. The playroom was what used to be a bedroom in the basement. It was set away from the rest of the house, and locked up to keep prying eyes out. No one ever really questioned us what was in there. We simply told them it was storage, and that was enough to change the topic to their woes for lack of storage space. It was a big enough room. Master had made a spanking bench, which was off in one corner, it was my favourite and there were D rings placed in the ceiling for various purposes. On one wall, he had hung up all his equipment, floggers, canes, paddles and such. On another wall, there was a small, padded lift just a slightly higher than hip level and two rings place in the wall with chains hanging from them. Here I would have my hips up on the lift, and Master would chain my wrist cuffs to the chains. Sometimes he would put the spreader bar on my ankles, other times he would just chain them to the rings in the floor. Everything needed was in this room, including a little bar fridge, which I made sure was always filled with water, and various drinks for Master. The room was warm from all the candles glowing. Very rarely did we use the lights, we preferred using candles, it created an ambiance which we liked with our play. Master sat in his chair and motioned with his hand for me to take my position in front of him. As with any other play session, I gracefully lowered myself to my knees and slowly crossed the room on all fours. All limbs moving in one fluid, graceful motion across the room. It had taken me weeks of practice to get the motion just right, but Master was very pleased when I first crawled to him. He had reminded me, ‘slow down, make it sensual, think of each limb being connected together, how each muscle is moving, make that ass rise up in the air a bit more, show it off for me.' I would practice when he was at work, I was determined to make him happy. It paid off, he was thrilled. I crawled in one fluid motion across the room. Crawling across the room, I was proud to be his slave, I was the luckiest slave around to have such a wonderful Master. Slowly, with each movement, everything disappeared in the room, Sir James wasn't there, nor was Theresa, Master was my focus, he is everything to me. Smiling, sitting in his chair, I positioned myself between his feet, sat back on my feet, spreading my knees, straightening my back, raising my head but keeping my eye lowered, finally placing my hands, palms up to rest on my thighs. I took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, centering myself as if meditating. "girl", my eyes rose to meet his, "you know this is something that I have been wanting to try with you for quite sometime. I know that you enjoy suspension, and I want you to think of this, as very similar. If at any point, you are in pain, or can't take anymore, it becomes unbearable you are to safe word, do you understand? No ifs, ands, or buts you safety comes first and foremost." "Yes Master, completely." Master always liked the ritual of explaining things before a scene. Not necessarily telling me everything that was going to happen, but giving me an idea of what to expect. I think he did it to set the scene, to help me direct my attention, to assure me of his control and that I was safe with him. That was never a doubt in my mind, I trusted him completely with my life. "I have asked Sir James and Theresa to be here, for your safety. I also know that you trust, as do I, Sir James completely, so it is the best situation. Sir James, will have the power to end the scene, if he sees things going wrong. Theresa will also be assisting, monitoring you, and she will speak up, if she sees any problems. Do you understand girl?" "Yes Master, completely, and thank you for taking care of me." He continued, "now girl, rise up, and remove your clothing for me." I gracefully rose to my feet, reached behind to unzip my skirt. Sliding the skirt down over my hips, I shimmied a bit until it dropped to the floor. As much as I was uncomfortable being exposed in public, like the play parties we attended on occasion, at the beginning of a scene and I was to strip down for him, it was completely different. There was no lack of confidence, perhaps because my focus was no longer the others in the room, but solely on my Master and his pleasure. My fingers moved to the buttons on my blouse, my eyes never breaking from Master. With a smile on my face, I removed my blouse and folded both pieces and placed them on the stool beside his chair. Slowly I dropped back to my knees. Taking my hands, he pulled me close to him, kissing the top of my head. He was so gentle, so loving how did I ever get to be so lucky to find him. Taking hold of my hair, he led me to the center of the room, just below the D rings and the pulleys in the ceiling. There on the floor was a white towel, folded, where I was to kneel taking the time to focus as he prepared for me. Once in position, he put a blindfold on me and I entered my sanctuary of sorts, I concentrated on my breathing. I reminded myself of why I was his slave, why I enjoyed the things he did to me, why I liked the limits he pushed, why I trusted him completely. I am a slave, a slave to my Master. I am thankful for all that he has given me, taught me, the patience that he had to have as I developed into who I am today. I loved to make him proud and to please him. Master was ready, "pet, stand up now, and listen carefully too all the instructions. You must remain calm, if there's a problem, use your colours, but try and remain calm at all times." He was very calm and reassuring in his tone. "Concentrate on your breathing, keep breathing." This was something he was taking very seriously, always did when it came to anything about me. I was his precious jewel, his most prized possession, he would never do anything, which would in any way shape of form damage me or traumatize me in any way. As much as I trust him, I still had butterflies flying recklessly in my stomach, my heart was racing, but I had faith in Master, I knew he would never let any real harm come to me. I felt Sir James' hands bracing me from behind. I could feel Master's hand caressing my pussy, slowly running his finger back and forth, separating my pussy lips reaching the warmth and wetness. I sighed as he flickered his finger at my opening. I purred softly at his touch, I relaxed in his hand, my hips started to move with his finger when he told me to stand still. "Separate your legs more pet." I took a step in either direction with each foot, spreading my legs and opening myself up to him. As I opened up for him, the air felt cool on my hot cunt. He worked his finger in and out of my hole. You could hear how wet I was, and then I felt the coldness of the hook against my lips. I gasped at first reaction, and pulled back, Sir James hands were there to keep me in place. "Breath girl, keep breathing." He pressed the hook up against my hole. It was cold and hard. Had he put it in an ice bucket first? Slowly, he kept pushing it up inside of me, sliding quite easily until I could feel the curve up between my lips, pressing against my clit and my stomach. The coldness made me shiver, goose bumps forming, I was hoping it would warm up soon once it was against my skin. Overall it wasn't too bad of a feeling, fairly comfortable, it was just the coldness. Slowly, the warmth of my body took over the hook. Then I could hear the clink of two metals against each other as Master was hooking it to the cable from the pulley, still no tension to the cable, the tension at the moment was all in my stomach, those pesty butterflies. Next came the second hook, the one for my ass. I wasn't looking forward to this one. The most tiny of whimpers escaped my throat as Master moved around behind me, and Sir James came to the front. His hand never left my body as he caressed me as he switched places, a kiss on the shoulder for reassurance. Master doing the same thing, relaxing me by caressing my ass, sliding his finger up and down finding my hole. He put some lubricant on one finger, to help prepare me for the hook. Working the lubricant inside and around with his fingers. He was always gentle whenever it came to anything anal, always taking the time to prepare me, so I was never injured. Then slowly, he pressed the hook up against, gentle and whispering in my ear to breath. He would push, and hold it, push and hold it, letting me adjust each time, until in no time, and before I realized it, it was in, all the way. Master was attaching the cable to this one too. Perhaps it was the nerves, but I didn't notice the coldness as much with this one. "pet, you are doing wonderful, I'm so very proud of you. Now we are going to take up the slack in the cable. For now, you will remain with your feet firmly on the floor. Understand pet?" I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, "yes Master." Slowly, with Sir James holding me, Master cranked the cable up, as I felt the slack lessen, my butterflies grew in number and activity. They fluttered furiously in my stomach and my heart raced. Master moved in close, touching me, caressing me, kissing me all over. Calmness washed over me, I could hear the music in the background, I could hear Master whispering to me how well I did, and that the hardest part was over. "Breath girl, stay focussed on my voice, on where you are. You are doing so fantastic, I'm so proud of you. You can take some more, can't you, sure you can. Just a little bit longer. Pet, tell me how your feeling." "Very good Master" "Good girl, I knew you could keep going." Theresa was there with a glass of water and a straw. "Dee, I am in awe of you, you are so beautiful up here, so elegant and graceful. Here, take a sip of water." She placed the straw to my lips, I took it into my mouth and took a couple small sips. She continued talking to me, which was actually getting to be a bit annoying, as it was breaking my focus. A Surprise For His Slave "Theresa, that's enough, you can talk to her later." Thank you Sir James for the rescue, I loved Theresa, she was the dearest of my friends, but she could talk, with good intention, she just doesn't realize the concentration I need when I'm in scene with Master. Whispering, "thank you Theresa", I could hear her step back and again, I was in my center. Master stepped up in front of me, "I don't want to bind your arms tonight, I want your hands free just in case you need them for balance or something, but you will try and keep them folded on the small of your back. Understood?" I nodded. "I'm going to use some pins, vibrators, no impact play right now. I'm going to keep things light and easy for tonight. How are you feeling pet?" "I'm doing good Master, thank you." I was thankful it was going to be an easy session, he was always thoughtful that way. He knows me better than I know myself sometimes. There have been times, when my pride has gotten in the way, I wouldn't safe word, he kept asking how I was doing, and I would say fine, fine, I wanted to be able to continue, because he wanted to push. He would read my body, and my reactions, he could tell, I had had enough, it was time to end it. I placed my hands, flat, one over the other right across the small of my back. I hope that he was going to use the wooden pins, I so detest the plastic pins, I find there is way more bite to those ones, and my tolerance is much lower. I smile to myself, just knowing that I please him, taking things, with a smile even, when I'm not really thrilled about it, all to please my Master. He was playing with my nipples, kissing, gently pinching and flicking at them with his fingers, sucking them into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue. This was surely just a tease, because he does love to torture those poor, innocent rounded nubs. He had told me once, how much he loved my nipples, they were the perfect size, easy to grab, pinch and twist. He enjoyed how they were so obedient, jumping to attention quickly, a slight little graze of the finger, and they were almost begging, yes, he said that my nipples begged to be pinched, twisted and clamped, my nipples loved to be tortured. My nipples may have that feeling, at times, I'm not sure I'm in agreement. I realized that I was moaning softly as he gently mouthed my nipples, kissing my breast and gentling biting when all of a sudden, he bit down on one, and clamped the other. He was putting the chained clover clamps on my nipples. Should I protest? He didn't warn me about the clovers. They were miserable old things, biting at my flesh making me believe that they were going to rip my nipple right off my chest. No, best not to protest, otherwise, the other pair might be place on my pussy lips and a few pins to close my lips. No, no, best to keep silent. I stood still as he placed the second clamp on the left nipple and let the chain fall with a slight tug on the clamps. I drew in a deep breath slowly letting it out as he commenced to strategically place the clothes pins. On my breast, my arms, stomach, sides, ass, legs, leaving my pussy well enough alone in it's own torment of being hung up. Every so often a gentle tug at the chain, and a moan would escape my throat. "Oh girl, I'm going to have to take a picture of this, you are so lovely, art deco. It was a great idea of yours to dye the pins different colours, much more picturesque." I giggled, "please do Master, I would like to see." Then I could hear the vibrator start up in the back. Sir James was handing it over to Master. "Take the second one as well James, we'll place that one against the back hook." First he caressed my breasts with it, my arms, letting the gentle vibration send tingles through my body. He touched the chain that dangled between my nipples, an amazing sensation. He was sliding it down between the pins lower and lower, the energy building inside me. Then Master touched the metal hook, the delicious torment resounded through my cunt, reaching down to my toes and up to my head. "Oh my god Master, no please, I can't, I won't be able, please Master, I will most certainly cum, I know it." I begged him, not to use the vibrators. I was so horny in the first place, and that short little buzz put me right out there on the edge. "Little girl, you better not cum, not in front of our guests. What would they think of you, my little wanton slut?" His voice light with amusement, he knew that would be one difficult task. Again, he placed the vibrator to the hook and I began to squirm, not much as there wasn't much room for movement. It was much more intense, then having the vibrator itself in me. He removed it again, then I felt it in back, Sir James had touched the hook that was in my ass. Again, the same reaction, I'm not sure that I was even aware of the pins anymore. Sir James removed it and they were taking turns, in front, in back. I moaned in pleasure and in torment. I wanted it to stop and I wanted more. I rested my head on Master's chest as the torment grew and they played with varied speeds. He would tug at the chain, kiss me, remove pins and replace them. They continued to torment my body, amazingly, I realized my hands had not moved, not an inch. My body was dripping, I was shaking from the orgasm building stronger. There was nothing in the room, but Master and those vibrators. I moaned and cried out. I didn't think it would ever end. I managed to keep control and not cum, although, sometimes, I thought I had lost that battle. Finally taking them both away, Theresa returned with the water. "Sip some water, you are doing fabulous." I eagerly sucked back the water and thanked her. She wiped my forehead and face with a towel and I sipped some more water. She kissed me and stepped back, leaving me hanging there, barely able to hold myself up anymore. My legs were growing weary, I wasn't sure how much longer I could last, but I must, for Master. "My pet, you have made me very happy tonight, I am so pleased with your behaviour, you make me proud. Honestly, you have taken way more than I anticipated, I am impressed." He paused a moment and he held me, "you are looking very tired and drained, as much as I would like to continue, add some tens to these hooks, I think it best to call it a night." I hadn't realized that while he was talking he was also removing the clothespins. "Now pet, I want you to lean on me, lean on me as James lowers the pulleys and we remove the hooks." He held me close, I rested my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath as I felt the tension lessen. I am not sure what happened after that, the next I remember was being back in the living room, laying on my fur in front of the fireplace. Master, Sir James and Theresa were sitting talking and sipping their wine. Slowly I woke from my slumber and crawled over to Master's feet and cuddled against them. Slowly, I rejoined the party. A Surprise For His Slut You've told me you have something special planned for tonight and you want me dressed to kill. So I put on a sexy black shimmery dress, thigh high stockings, black lace panties, sexy shoes and my best jewelry. When you see me, you smile approvingly. Running a finger up the inside of my thigh, you say, "You look very nice. No one would ever guess what a little slut you really are." As your hand reaches my panties you frown, and lean in close to whisper in my ear. "Lose the panties... I don't want you forgetting that you are in fact my little slut." As we step outside I feel the cool breeze brush against my bare pussy and shiver with anticipation. You take me to a nice restaurant and the evening is going well, when halfway through our meal you tell me you want me to finger myself. You haven't tested my obedience like this in public for a long while so the request takes me by surprise. Nevertheless, I slip my hand down between my legs, spreading them slightly under the table and begin playing with myself while you watch my face for signs of my arousal. I'm getting very wet and within a couple minutes my face flushes and my breath catches and you tell me to stop. The rest of the meal goes smoothly, although every time you catch my eye you smile a secretive smile, knowing that your slut is already wet for you. When we leave the restaurant and get in the car, you place a blindfold over my eyes so I won't know where we are heading. When the car finally pulls to a stop, you lead me out and up to a door, knocking on it. I hear the door open, but no one says anything as we step inside. When the door shuts, I feel your hands on my shoulders, gently urging me to my knees and then your hands on my back, pushing me forward so that I'm on all fours. The next thing I hear is your trousers coming unzipped and I feel your hand on the back of my head, pulling me to you until I feel your cock against my lips and I open my mouth instinctively to take it in. As soon as your cock fills my mouth, I feel hands groping my ass from behind me and I jump a little from the unexpected touch. The hands are soft, lifting the bottom of my dress up over my ass, exposing my cunt. The person behind me nudges my legs further apart and suddenly thrusts two fingers deep inside my wet pussy and begins sliding them in and out, making me moan around your cock, which is sliding further and further into my mouth with each thrust. As I start thrusting back against the fingers inside me, the person behind me grabs a handful of my hair and yanks back hard and pulls the fingers out of me as you pull your cock out of my mouth. The fingers that were just fucking my cunt are placed on my lips, and I hear you say "Lick them slut." So I open my mouth and start licking my juice off the fingers, sucking them into my mouth as I do. I can tell immediately they belong to another woman and I moan again, my pussy tingling. She doesn't lose her grip on my hair and as I'm greedily sucking her fingers, I feel her straddle me, her bare cunt against my back. She withdraws her fingers and leans in to me and says "I think you should kiss your Master's ass for being so generous to you." No sooner has she said this, and I feel your ass cheeks press against me and I begin kissing your ass, sucking and biting gently on the flesh as she's reaching around with her free hand squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples, still holding my hair with her other hand. I'm getting wetter and wetter by the minute, my juices seeping down my thighs. Then I hear your voice, thick with lust say, "Lick my balls slut," and I feel her push my head down and I stick my tongue out to lick your balls from behind you. While I'm running my tongue all over your balls she climbs off of me, leaving me aching to have my pussy filled. She returns quickly though, coming up behind me and rubbing something between my legs, against my wet cunt. I realize she's wearing a strapon cock and feel my pussy tighten expectantly. She rubs it against my aching cunt, teasingly, as she grabs a hold of my hair again and starts pulling my head back slowly causing my tongue to rise higher on the back of your balls, dragging my tongue closer to your ass. I groan wantonly, desperately wanting her to slide the cock inside me. I lower my tongue back down your balls and she pulls her cock away from my cunt. So I thrust my cunt back, trying to get the cock inside me. But just as I feel it graze my cunt, she again pulls back on my hair , sliding my tongue closer to your ass again and I realize the closer my tongue gets to your ass, the more willing she is to give me the cock I desperately want in my cunt. So I start licking my way up the crack of your ass and she starts inching her cock into my pussy. Animal lust drives me to start tonguing your ass as she's fucking me with her strapon cock. I can feel my juices oozing out around the cock she's fucking me with each time she pushes it into me. I'm going to cum so hard, and I've never felt like such a nasty little whore as I do right that moment being fucked by another woman while I"m shamelessly tonguing your ass so I can get what I want. Just when I feel like I'm going cum, she stops and pulls the cock from me and I feel you pull away too and I beg you for more, not even caring about how I've degraded myself. All I want, all I care about, all I need is to have my cunt filled again. Moaning, I beg you, "Please Master, please just fuck me. Fuck your little slut, please. I want to cum so bad." Wanting to see the naked lust in my eyes, you untie the blindfold and take it off, taking hold of my chin and lifting my face toward you. "Not yet my little whore." You nod towards the other woman, "I want you to show her just how nasty of a little slut you are." As you say this, she's coming toward me, the strapon cock that she's been fucking me with glistening with my juices and I know what you want from me. I crawl to her and start licking my juices off of the cock she's wearing, taking it in my mouth and going down on it like I"d do if it were your cock I was sucking. As I'm licking the cock clean of my cunt juice, she leans forward, placing her hands on my back and spreads her legs and you move in behind her and start fucking her cunt while she's fucking my mouth. Each time you thrust into her, it drives her cock deeper into my throat almost causing me to gag on it. I'm shaking with the need to cum so bad, feeling like a desperate whore who will do anything for a fuck, and practically drooling on the cock in my mouth. When you cum deep inside her cunt, she grabs my ass hard with both hands, squeezing, and thrusts her cock down my throat. As you pull out from her, she pulls her cock from my mouth and tells me that it looks like I have another cock to clean. She watches as I don't even hesitate taking your cock into my mouth, smelling her cunt on you, tasting her juices on you, licking every inch of your cock clean. As I'm finishing with your cock, you tell me that I need to thank her for fucking my pussy and mouth so well. I turn around and find her laying down with her legs spread, your milky white cum mixing with hers, seeping out of her cunt, running down the crack of her ass. Desperate to please you, I immediately crawl between her legs and slide my tongue between her ass, catching the dripping cum on my tongue and licking my way up to her pussy, lapping at her cunt hungrily. As you watch me glide my tongue across her ass, working my tongue up her pussy, and eating your cum from her cunt, your cock starts growing hard again. She's moaning as my mouth sucks on her cunt, and you move in behind me slipping your fingers inside my cunt for a brief moment before pulling them out and rubbing them against my ass, sliding one finger inside my ass, working it around, wetting it with my own juice. As you pull it out, you replace it immediately with your cock, rubbing the head of your cock against my ass for a couple seconds before pushing it inside me. I gasp and moan loudly as you start fucking my ass and I'm aching to cum. You fuck my ass slowly, reaching around to start fingering my clit, working me into even more of a lustful frenzy. She starts bucking against me, cumming hard, grabbing my head and pulling my face into her, rubbing her juices all over my nose, my mouth, my chin and I vaguely hear you say, "Cum you fucking whore," as I lose all control and start cumming hard, trembling and shaking, squeezing against your cock in my ass, and screaming into her cunt as she's cumming all over my face. Then I feel you thrust deeply into my ass, feel your hot cum spewing into me as you pull me tightly against you, cumming hard, filling my ass with your cum. You take me home that night exhausted, but very satisfied, and very very happy to be your little whore.