1 comments/ 12018 views/ 1 favorites The Weekend Ch. 01 By: jsg1966 Thursday, 9:00 pm As you had been commanded me long ago, I stripped naked before turning on the computer. I connected to the chat client, hoping you were already there. Unfortunately, you weren't. I knew you would be there eventually, but you hadn't told me exactly when. As you had directed before, I sat on my hands, palms up, cupped against my ass, and waited. Twenty minutes later, you arrived. My heart quickened with excitement and anticipation. Not that I wasn't anticipating, anyway. On Thursday nights, you always allowed me to cum. Any other night that I saw you, I never knew if I was going to be permitted or not. You always made me bring myself to the edge several times, the pressure building and building. On many occasions, you had taken me so close that I felt the cum starting up my cock, but I squeezed it off at the base to keep from cumming. Some nights, you'd relent and eventually let me cum. Other nights, I had to go to bed hard. But Thursday nights were special. You often had something different for me, and you always let me cum (after several close calls, of course). This Thursday was especially anticipatory for several reasons. I was taking Friday afternoon off and had no plans until returning to work on Monday, so we had a longer weekend to play online whenever you wished. You had promised a few extra surprises for the weekend, and I was eager to find out what they were. You had also told me that you'd let me in on one or two on Thursday night. This anticipation was rivaled by the usual Thursday night anticipation, as you hadn't let me cum since Sunday afternoon. Every night that week, you had taken me to the edge many times, but always denied me any final release. In addition, you had made me go to work all week withouut underwear, and go into the bathroom twice a day and stroke right to the edge. Needless to say, my balls were bursting, and I thought I'd cum right then and there when your name appeared on the chat client. Even over the computer, you seemed to sense this. "Hard already?" you typed. "Yes, Mistress. My cock is very hard for you." "Good. I want to go to voice for tonight. Put your headphones on." I eagerly obeyed. This was a rarity, and quite a treat, as I love to listen to you cum -- which you always do when we're together, usually several times. Time flew by. Listening to you cum over and over, being taken to the edge myself many times. My breathing became more and more ragged every time you made me stop just short of cumming. The next time that I happened to see the clock, it was 10:52. I was happy because you had told me that you'd have to wrap it up by 11:00 tonight. So sometime in the next 8 minutes, I knew you would let me cum for you. You had just stopped me for the ninth time. My breath was coming in gasps; my cock spasming. "How badly do you want to cum, slave?" I knew that this question was part of our game. Though I wasn't really playing at all with my answer tonight. "Sooooooooooo much, Mistress!! My cock is aching to squirt my hot cum for you!" "What would you do for me if I let you cum?" "Anything, Mistress. Please let me cum!!" Not that I didn't mean it, but part of me figured that this answer would lead to some info on part of what would happen this weekend. Usually when I started getting desparate, that's when you'd push my boundaries. Saying those very words on Sunday afternoon is what led to the underwear-less-ness and twice daily trips to the men's room this week. "Anything, slave?!?!" "Yes, Mistress!! Anything you want!! I'm yours!!" "Start stroking your cock again." "Yes, Mistress." "Now, slave, do you have *any* plans for this weekend?" "No, Mistress." "So you will be at my beck and call all weekend, to do everything that I command?" "Yes, Mistress. Ooooh, Mistress, I'm getting close to the edge already." "You will do anything for me this weekend, regardless of what I ask or say?" "Yes, Mistress. Absolutely! Ooooh, Mistress -- I can feel the cum starting up my cock." "No matter what I say?" "Yes, Mistress. Oooooh, so close!!!!!" "OK, then slave. The first thing that I'm going to say is this: STOP STROKING NOW!!!!" I obey, but groan loudly. My cock is spasming. "Oooooh Mistress! That was SOOOOOOOO intense!! I feel like I'm only one more stroke from cumming!" "Very good, my slave. Now here is what you will do. First, you will not be permitted that 'one more stroke' tonight." I groan even more loudly. "But, Mistress ...." "NO, SLAVE!! You will not talk back to me!!" "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." "I was just going to let you go to sleep tonight, but after that outburst, I may have to punish you." "Yes, Mistress." "When we leave here, you will get out the paddle and whack each ass cheek 50 times. You will then sleep on your stomach so that your cock is pressed hard between your body and the matress." "Yes, Mistress." "Now for tomorrow. You WILL wear underwear to work, but it will be your special briefs." You had made me buy the "special" briefs a couple months ago. They were very restrictive, as they were two sizes too small. "As soon as you arrive at work, you will go straight to the bathroom. Go to the first available stall. Take off your pants and shirt and hang them on the stall door. Lower your briefs to your knees, facing the door. Stand there, hands at your sides, totally exposed, for 5 minutes. Then close your eyes, think of me, and begin stroking your cock as fast as you can. When you are right on the edge, stop. Pull up the briefs and rub your cock through them, until you cum inside them. I want that cum to run down over your cock and on your belly and down to your balls. When you are done cumming, get dressed and go to work. Whenever possible, press or rub a bit on the outside of your pants, so that you feel the cum all over you." I gasped a bit. You had made me cum in clothes before, but you had never commanded me to stay in those clothes for hours afterward. "What is it, slave? Backing out already?" "Oh, no Mistress. It's just something new!" "Oh, my dear, dear slave. You ain't seen nothing yet. Good night." The Weekend Ch. 01 Funnybunny came out of her daydream with a jolt, as the train pulled into the station. Would He be there? Would He really show up for the weekend like He had promised, or would it be another dashed hope. There had been too many of those with other guys. Sir was her DBFF. She smiled as she thought of her name for him. He would be there. She looked in the window quickly, using it as a mirror. Did she look ok, would he approve? She really hoped so. Even though they were friends, not lovers, it was important. The bond between them had built up so quickly, but seemed so deep and right. She stepped off the train and shivered. York was cold at this time of the year. The station was busy, noisy, and she couldn't see Him. Her shoulders drooped with disappointment. Surely not Him too... A hand touched her gently on the shoulder, and a familiar voice said "turn round then, darling, and let me get a proper look at you." She turned, and looked first into his deep dark brown eyes. He looked as nervous as she felt, but was covering it well. His eyes slowly took in all of her, noting every detail and, she was sure, undressing her in his mind as well. He looked so serious that she began to worry that he didn't approve. He did look much more forbidding than she had imagined, fresh from work in his dark suit. Suddenly, he smiled. "Well then, come and give me a kiss, beautiful." Funnybunny didn't need a second invitation. She threw herself into his arms and they kissed each other again and again, covering each other's faces as he lifted her off her feet and held her tight. Eventually, and oblivious to the amused and envious looks of the other travellers, he put her down and picked up her bags, putting his arm round her protectively. She fitted perfectly, and snuggled in tight, wanting to keep that contact as close as she could. Soon, they were in the back of a taxi, chattering excitedly about her trip and all the things he wanted to show her. Looking serious for a moment, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped present, and passed it to her. I saw this, and though you should have it, darling, he whispered nervously. Excitedly, she unwrapped it, finding a delicate choker inside, a deep green ribbon with a silver pendant of a Gazelle. Funnybunny gasped, turning it over to read the tiny inscription "To MY bff, with ALL my love." He held her hand looking deep into her eyes. "I want this to be a special weekend, darling. I know that collars aren't given or accepted lightly in our world, but would you accept this from me, just for this weekend? Please?" She saw the emotion in his eyes, the worry that he had got this wrong, that she would be hurt by the offer... Looking up at Him, her eyes filled with tears. "Of course you can," she breathed, "please put it on me; I would adore wearing a collar for you." He flushed with pleasure, pride and love. She really was the most adorable sub he had ever met. He just had to remember not to let her get away with too much, just because she was so sweet. With trembling hands, he took the choker from her and fastened it around her neck. Not so tight it hurt, but tight enough to make sure she knew it was there. He stared at her for a long moment, barely breathing, taking in how lovely she looked with it on, and how honoured he felt that she would accept it so willingly. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, and then, running his hands through her hair, holding her head tight by her hair, he kissed her. She could feel the difference. It was electric, the full, passionate kiss on her lips. It felt like his whole soul was opening to her. She gasped as he finally released her, and looked up at him. His eyes were twinkling with pleasure and a hidden laughter. They were such kind expressive eyes, she thought. The taxi stopped outside a large hotel. Wait there he said, paying the driver and jumping out of the car. He ran to her door and opened it for her, offering her his hand to get out. She laughed, not sure she could cope with such attentiveness, and then snuggled up against his side as he led her into the hotel. "I have booked us a room, Funnybunny," he said. Us, she thought. Then he really can stay the whole weekend. "Its ok, he added, I will sleep on the couch if you want. I am not presuming, I just wanted to be able to be with you as much as possible, to make our time together perfect." The room was lovely, she thought. Old and yet modern all together. A four poster bed looked promising, especially as he giggled "all the better to tie you to, my dear" when she mentioned it. He put the bags on the floor, and helped her unpack, inspecting the clothes she had brought. His eyebrows rose appreciatively when he took out the nurse's uniform. "Mmmmmmmmm, naughty girl," he laughed, clearly aroused. "Fun though that outfit is, I think we need something different," he mused. Then, suddenly standing, he turned round. "Let's go out," he said, smiling at her. "I think Funnybunny needs some treats, and to experience a different kind of master. I just hope you enjoy it", he added seriously, looking worried. The rest of the day disappeared in a whirl. It was a lovely city, and he obviously adored it. He took her to the minster, they wandered around the tiny shops in the medieval streets, snuggled up for a hot chocolate and a cake in a tiny café decorated with musical instruments. "I come from here, sweetheart," he explained when she mentioned it. It's also a lovely place to spend time with a special person," he added, drawing her in for what felt like the millionth kiss. The rest of the time they spent shopping, always with him in contact with her. She felt almost like a teenager, or a princess, maybe, to have someone so attentive, taking care of her. It wasn't what she had expected him to want to do with, or to her. Yet he was clearly in charge, her DBFF being her dom. He chose the clothes that they bought for her, looked after her, chatted away to her, completely absorbed in her. The clothes were lovely, too. He clearly enjoyed buying them, telling her that he loved to be able to dress such a beautiful sbff, and that it gave him so much pleasure to see her in the clothes he chose. The nicest was the outfit they had bought for tonight, a simple, elegant close fitting black dress. Short, but not slutty, and showing her body off to perfecting. He had been speechless when she had tried it on for her, then just kissed her and whispered "yes." He had picked the rest of the outfit, too. Beautiful lacy lingerie in a deep green to match her choker, elegant black hold ups, and delicate heels. She knew she would look so feminine in them, and also unbearably sexy too, she hoped. A worry was forming in her mind - she thought she had been invited to spend the weekend as his friend, yes, but she also felt she had made it clear she was his to use for that time. Most of the doms she had played with would not have wasted any time in taking advantage of that, yet he had made no move. Was there something wrong with her, had he changed his mind when he finally met her for real? She needed to know. Waiting until they were alone in a secluded corner of a shop, she turned to face him, and then held him tight, kissing his face. Her hands started to explore His body, gently, yet unmistakeably intimately. Pressing herself against him, she was relieved to feel that he was indeed enjoying the attention. "Please, sir... back to the hotel? Now? I want to show you how cared for you make me feel..." Her tongue darted into his mouth and he groaned... "Of course, Funnybunny," he whispered. "I have been tormenting myself by putting off doing that... and I love spending time with you in this way, too. I want to show you that doms don't have to destroy you. That they can be kind, attentive and caring. Touching me like that here is lovely, and I do so want you, but doing it here and being so demanding is naughty... I won't forget..." He took her by the hand, picking her shopping up in the other, and whirled her off, back to their room. Dropping the shopping by the door, he led her straight to a big, comfortable chair in the room; he sat on it, and, taking her by surprise, lifted her off her feet and bent her over his knee, her ass provocatively in the air. She gasped; there was no mistaking His intentions... With a practiced hand, he lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She struggled a little at that, knowing what was to come. "That was very naughty, darling," he murmured. His hand was gently caressing her buttocks as he spoke, teasing them gently with his fingertips as he told her how she needed to learn at least a little self-control, even though he could forgive her as he felt the same way himself. The first slap, when it came was shocking in its suddenness. The red hot pain shot through her body and made her yelp, yet also caused her to start tingling in entirely pleasurable ways. The spanking continued, no rhythm to it, so that every resounding slap was a surprise she was not prepared for. In between, his hands were soothing, gentle, loving even, and throughout, his soft voice reassured her that she was his special girl, cared for and loved, and loved so much that she needed to be guided. Just as she felt the sobs building and that the pain was too much, he stopped. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her again and again, telling her how she was such a good girl for accepting her punishment. Emboldened, she slipped her hands between his legs and looked coyly at him. "May I show you how sorry I am, Sir," she breathed, hoping to get her way this time. He moaned deeply at her touch clearly wanting and needing it, yet rolled his eyes, smiling too. "You haven't learned have you?" he giggled, as he carried her to the immense 4 poster bed. "Ok, sweetie, clothes off then, while I unpack my bag." Afterwards, she realised it had been a mistake to undress with her back to him. As she sat on the edge of the bed, naked, proud of her body, running her hands sensuously through her blonde curly hair, he reached over and snapped cuffs onto her. She gasped as she was pulled firmly onto the bed and left lying, her arms behind her back. She struggled a little, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes. This was not what she had expected, after such a lovely romantic day. And it had just been a little touch, and she knew he wanted it... it was so unfair. He wasn't even naked, and she had thought he might at least be about to make use of her as she so desperately ached to be used. Firmly, he parted her legs, strapping her shapely ankles into a spreader bar, leaving her helpless and exposed on the bed. His hands roamed all over her, exploring and enjoying her. Making her squirm helplessly, the pleasurable feelings mounting steadily. He parted her wetness with a finger, slipping it deep inside and smiling in approval. "You are perfect; you know that, don't you?" He smiled, as she pushed herself desperately against his finger. A vibe was produced, not large, but just perfect for teasing her clit, and he set to work with such attention to detail that her world soon began to swim with pleasure. She needed this, even though it was not the sort of dom she usually craved, his soothing words and firm yet gentle hands left her in no doubt as to who was in charge. Then, he stopped. Right on the edge. She couldn't believe it, and knew he was enjoying her need. "I need to make a few emails," he said. "Wait there, darling, don't go away," he laughed, as he left her to go to the desk. She writhed in torment, the need inside her threatening to tear her in two. He was so unfair, so mean to torment her like this, but she knew what lesson he was trying to teach her - to be patient and accepting. She tried hard, but it was difficult... He called over. "I'm hungry and it is a while until our restaurant booking. I'll get us a treat from room service." She heard him order champagne, fruit and cheese, and realised how hungry she was too. She lay there, naked, aroused, and another thought entered her head. Room service? With her like this? Surely DBFF would not shame her like this, he wasn't like that, and it would destroy her. Yet the time drew on. He worked patiently at the desk, ignoring her soft moans and struggles, until there was a knock at the door. As he rose to get it, she whispered... "Please, please, not like this". He smiled, covered her with the sheets and whispered "Pretend to be asleep, my love." Answering the door, she heard him ask the staff to bring the food in and set it out, but quietly as his beautiful lover was sleeping after her tiring journey. She smiled at his words, the tenderness in his voice, but also with relief that he would not test her so. The door closed, and he gently pulled back the sheets, kissing her on the forehead. "Well done, Funnybunny," he smiled, undoing her wrists and arms. "You have made a good start, and I wouldn't want to stop you wanting me, now, would I?" She smiled. As if that were possible, she thought. Standing, unsure of herself, she asked if she may kiss him, if this was a good time now. He smiled back. "It is darling. But promise me something. Please don't ever ask for permission to kiss me. There is never a bad time to enjoy your sweet enthusiastic lips" Squealing, she threw herself into his arms and obliged... After an age of kissing like love-struck teenagers, He wrapped a white, fluffy dressing gown sensuously round her shoulders and led her to the food. They snuggled close to each other on the sofa, feeding each other, enjoying their closeness and chatting like the old friends they were, despite this being the first time they had physically touched. Both were aroused, the need in them strong and aching. She knew now to wait, to be patient. She just prayed that it would be soon. Yet this was fun too. They had enjoyed each other's company for so long, and it was marvellous to finally do so with no barriers between them. They touched, laughed, chatted about everything and nothing. Both understood that this was as close a bond as the sex could ever be, if not closer. Finally he looked at his watch. "Time to get ready, sweetheart," he smiled. He led her through to the bathroom, easing her gown off her, and starting on his own clothes. "May I help, sir?" she whispered, stepping very close to him. He looked uncertain, and she remembered that this was one area that his dominant confidence was troubled. She had never understood why he disliked his own appearance, and it was one of the few things they disagreed on. "Please..." she added humbly ..."let me help you, too." He smiled at her, his expressive eyes looking suddenly happy and relieved. "I thought you might not want..." he began, but she stood on tip-toe and silenced him with a kiss, her hands gently undoing his shirt. It was soon on the floor, and joined by his other clothes, the formal work clothes that made him look so very forbidding when he wanted them to. At last there were only his shorts. She smiled up at him and pushed him gently back against the wall. He looked a little questioningly at her, but smiled, then sighed as she gently kissed her way down his body. First his neck, then his chest and nipples. He gasped as she teased them with her teeth and tongue, her hands starting to ease his shorts down, and to seek out his hard, hot cock. She kissed lower, his breathing becoming deeper and his fingers running through her hair. Finally, she was kneeling before him, looking up at him, his cock close to her lips. He groaned as she teased it with her fingers, kissing it gently on the head. Looking up once more at him, she smiled, saying "there, sir, all ready for our shower now..." She knew she was being naughty, stepping outside the boundaries of being a sub, but she knew also that she could usually tease him a little, that he enjoyed her humour, even when it got her into trouble. He laughed out loud. "I deserved that," he chortled, leading her to the large shower. "I won't forget, though, and you might wish you hadn't done that, later on tonight." Her stomach jumped at those words. What would he do? How badly would she be punished? The warm feeling between her legs spread as she thought of the possibilities. In the shower, he was as attentive as ever, soaping and washing her body and hair, touching and teasing her as he did, but letting her give as good as she got. They enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies, the many ways they could arouse each other. She noticed how sensitive his neck was, and made a note to spend as much time caressing and kissing him there when they were out later... she would teach him a gentle lesson in teasing, she thought. Suddenly, he pressed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her fiercely. "I was mean, earlier," he told her, "but you deserved it. I hope this makes up for it..." He dropped to his knees, parting her thighs with his hands as she leant against the wall of the shower, the warm water drenching both of them. His tongue sought out the warm, wet folds of her pussy, teasing her clit first, licking it, circling it, flicking across the tip of it until she was moaning. Steadily his tongue worked inside her, pushing against her as she forced her hips forward against his face. His fingers were working too now, rubbing against the little rough sweet spot inside her, pushing her to the edge. He pulled away for a second, but only to tell her she was his good girl, and that he wanted her to cum. She needed no second invitation, but clasped his head, pushing it into her as her whole body clenched around the intense feeling of his fingers and tongue turning her on like this. After a moment of exquisite tension, she came, waves of pleasure washing through her body until she started to sag, to go limp, only to be caught and held by him as he stood. He held her there under the gentle water until the feeling subsided. His arms strong and safe around her, whispering in her ear how she was his good girl, his darling, his sbff. Once she had stopped spinning, he led her from the shower, drying her, helping with her hair and finally helping her to dress. Until then, she would have laughed if anyone had said that having you clothes put on was erotic, but... ohhhhhhh the tough of his hands as he smoothed her stockings, or gently eased her bra and panties into place. Finally the dress and the heels and then... oh yes, then the feeling of him fastening her collar, the choker into place. She knew she looked stunning, the beautiful dress, her hair up, and the lovely silver earrings he had bought her that afternoon. He looked good, too she thought. Nice trousers, shirt, open collar. Smart, a good match for her outfit, but not the intimidating figure he had first looked. He had asked her opinion most endearingly, but she had just laughed, kissed him and told him she loved how he looked, and did she actually have to mount him there and then to prove it. He wrapped the shawl around her shoulders, took her by the hand and led her out into the pretty twinkling lights of the city... The city was magical at night, the Minster peering down on them from odd corners, lit in a beautiful warm glow. The sparkling lights and tiny streets made it feel like a fairyland, and their eyes sparkled in harmony with it, as they strolled from the hotel to the restaurant. He kept her close throughout, either holding her hand tightly, or, more often, his arm protectively round her. She snuggled in close to him, feeling his warmth, feeling loved, cared for ... owned. Yes, that was it. She knew it could only be for a short time, but she knew that she belonged to him, body and soul, that she would do anything, submit to anything for him, because he wished it, and because she knew he would never damage her. The Weekend Ch. 01 The shops we still open, and they browsed happily, chatting, flirting and frequently stopping for long, slow, passionate kisses. She had meekly asked if she may touch him, and had received smiling approval. Pleased, she was making as much of the opportunity as she could, her hands frequently caressing him, teasing him. She remembered how sensitive his neck was, stroking it and kissing it often, but also allowing her hands to stray all over him, but being aware of how far she thought he would be happy with. He kissed her frequently and passionately, often holding her head by her hair or even neck to do it. The feeling of power, of being his, was intense when he did that, and it made her breathing quicken every time, a warm glow of arousal steadily building through her body. Once, when they could both bear it no longer, he pulled her into a dark alleyway, a little courtyard where all the shops had closed. He pushed her against the wall, holding her there, kissing her all over her face and neck, passionately, urgently. His free hand roamed over her breasts as he whispered fiercely how he had waited for so long for the opportunity to show her how she felt, to make her his. His other hand held her firmly by the hair, tilting her face up to his. Their mouths met, tongues intertwining. She held his bottom lip between her teeth as her hands sought out his now aching cock through his trousers. Nervously, she started to undo the zip, uncertain of how he would react. "Please," she whispered, receiving a nod and a low moan from her Master. He pushed her firmly to her knees, leaning back against the wall, his legs open for her to kneel between. Her hands stroked his hard, warm cock and she leaned forwards to kiss the tip. "No, Funnybunny," he chided, gently. "I want you to make sure you keep eye contact with me throughout this. No matter what happens, look deep into my eyes..." She nodded, glad she was kneeling, as her legs felt wobbly from excitement at what she was about to do, and where she was doing it. She had wanted to taste His cock for so long, but to be servicing him in a dark corner like some common whore... she could not believe how turned on this made her feel. Looking deep into His eyes, she slipped the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, just like she had seen all those dirty porn stars doing. She wanted to show she could be just like them if he wanted her to be. She started slurping, trying to make the sounds she had heard. His hands in her hair pulled her back, away from his cock. "Be yourself" he smiled. "I don't want some brainless whore from a porn movie. I want you. And I want to see you deep on my cock, and know how you react to it, not how you think you should react. It is you who arouses me, not some fantasy whore, darling. Now, put your hands behind your back, look into my eyes and trust me" He pushed her back onto him, controlling the speed, the depth, everything. His firm hands guided her head onto his cock, pushing deep into her mouth and throat, as she gazed up adoringly at him. She could see the pleasure in his face, the warmth and pride as she fought to control her rising panic as he entered her throat and held her there, cutting off her air. For what seemed like an eternity, he held her there, then released her, allowing her to breathe. Once she had recovered, he did the same, and then again once more, each time a little deeper and a little longer. Then it was over, she was being lifted to her feet, kissed, adored, held, praised. She glowed with pride that he should say these things to her, yet felt confused. "Did sir not want to cum in me?" she whispered as they walked once more towards the restaurant. "Did I do it wrong?" He laughed, kissing her even longer and more passionately on the lips. "Did I not mention learning patience, my darling? Anyway, we are off to a smart restaurant, I am sure you wouldn't wish to arrive with my cum dripping down your dress. Later, however, there will be time, I promise..." She smiled with pleasure and anticipation, following him obediently inside. He had chosen a lovely place to dine, busy, dark, romantic - a French restaurant, which could have been from Paris itself. They were shown to a quiet, romantic corner. He held her chair for her as she sat, then moved his own closer so they could touch and whisper as they waited for their food. Sipping her glass of wine, her eyes sparkling alluringly, she asked why he was drinking only soft drinks. Immediately, he became serious, and she worried that she had offended him, but it was not so. "I want to play with you tonight, darling, to push your limits. You will need to trust me, and I will need to trust me too. If I have been drinking, I might not have perfect judgement or self-control, and could hurt you. I would never forgive myself if that happened. Afterwards, if you still love me, I hope we will be able to enjoy a nightcap together..." She threw her arms around him, covering him with kisses, unable to explain just how owned she felt. His concern and love and care were alien to her, overwhelming, intoxicating. She needed a second to compose herself, and asked if she may go and powder her nose. He smiled, saying how sweet she was, and yes she could, but she needed to take her panties off while she was there, and carry them in her hand back through the restaurant and put them on the table next to him. She gasped, and tried to negotiate, stuttering her worries, but he shushed her with an indulgent smile, and sent her off. She spent an eternity trying to pluck up the courage to do as she had been commanded. Eventually, she slid them off, noting how sensual she felt without them, and acutely aware of how damp they had become. Her face burned with shame and embarrassment as she carried them back to him, certain that everyone would be looking at her. Quickly she put them on the table by him and sat down, clinging to his side as he praised her. She had expected him to hide them, but no. He actually inspected them, commenting on how damp they were, and how sexy she had looked in them. The worry, and then panic, started to build as she saw the waiter walking towards them with their food. Looking deep into her eyes, he waited until the very last second to remove them and place them lovingly in his pocket. Blushing, she smiled at him, mouthing, "Thank you, I love you," as her meal was set in front of her. She loved his games and couldn't wait to see what else would happen... They walked through the warm night, arms around each other, hands roaming even more freely than they had before dinner. She noticed how he seemed to enjoy her hand caressing his butt as they walked, and how sensually he touched her neck, especially around her collar. He led her up onto the ramparts, and they stood, looking out over the city and the river, kissing each other, learning how their bodies felt and reacted. Both of them knew that this was a short time together, and wanted to make the most of it, to feel and remember every last second. He pressed her against the warm stone walls and ran his hands up her body, lifting her dress as he did so. She blushed and stammered, aware that they could be discovered, and that they were, after all high on a city wall. "Trust me," he whispered, as she relaxed, melted. Of course she would trust him. Always, forever, completely. His hands ran up her sides, the lightest, gentlest touch, then in, across her breasts and nipples, teasing them through the lacy material of the bra. She moaned a little, biting her lower lip, and then pulling his head forward to kiss him deeply, her tongue deep in his mouth, her arms tight around his neck. His hands worked their way down across her chest and her tight stomach, and then started to tease her thighs. She didn't care now, just wanted him, and wanted to show him how much He meant to her. He parted her thighs with a hand, and started to tease her clit, gently circling it with his finger. She gasped, unable to come to terms with where he was doing this, yet so turned on by it, and the risk. He took a package out of his pocket. It was clearly weighty, and he unwrapped it carefully. She gasped, but he smiled and nodded, turning her round to lean against the wall, positioning her legs apart, bent at the waist. He lubed it, and then kissed her, his fingers teasing her tight anus. Standing behind her, he spread her cheeks apart, and positioned it the entrance. "Breathe in and hold it, darling," he instructed, then, with one swift movement, it was inside her" The feeling was intense and complicated. the sudden pain, the violation, being stretched, the heavy feeling now inside her, and the glow of happiness and achievement that she had done this for him, as well as the intense sexual rush, as much from the situation as the act. His fingers continued teasing her as she stood there, finding her clit, then pushing inside - 1, 2, then 3 fingers, rubbing against her spot, urging her on. She moaned loudly as she came, wondering as he cradled her in his arms if all her orgasms were to be standing. She hoped not, and hoped too that they wouldn't be alone either. She longed to feel him inside her, to be able to have his naked body touching hers, and to accept his cum however he wanted to give it to her. As she clung to him, she whispered all this in his ear. He held her more tightly, and kissed her, calling her his Funnybunny, and promising that they would do all that before the night was out, that she had already earned to right to expect that. She had expected him to remove the plug once he had finished, but no. He lowered her dress, smoothed her down, kissed her once and then led her back down to the streets once more. Walking was hard like this, even more so because of the feelings each step sent through her pussy. She was desperate now to be back in their room, but still he sauntered, tormenting her, yet caring for her, making her feel warm, safe, owned. Eventually, she stopped and turned to face him, tears in her eyes. "Please sir, take me back to the room. I need to feel you, to have you as my master. I don't care what you do to me, I just want to show you I love you, that I will bear anything that you ask of me, but please, please take me home." He smiled at her, kissing her tears dry. "Of course, sweetheart. You have learned your lesson in patience well; I had expected you to give in much earlier. I am proud of you, and also pleased you have finally given in, I have been desperate for us to be alone together all evening..." It felt like only seconds until they were heading up the lift to their room. She was certain that the staff and guests in the lobby knew what they had in mind, was certain that the plug showed in the way she walked, but also certain that she didn't care. Inside the room, she undressed him first, tending to him, rubbing his neck and shoulders, smiling at the response. Kneeling before him, she removed his shoes, trousers- everything, being attentive, his servant, but not being slutty. Once he was naked and comfortable, she undressed for him, wanting to give him a show, to please and arouse him as much as he had done for her. He smiled, enjoying it, but beckoned her over before she had finished. Worried, she stood meekly beside him as he lay on the bed, distraught that she may not have done it well enough. He smiled up at her, then pulled her onto the bed beside him, then rolled on top of her, pinning her there, powerfully. She gasped and looked into his eyes, so aware of his cock pressing between her legs. She parted them, pleading with her eyes, but he did not thrust into her. "I told you, darling," he said seriously, "I want you, not some plastic porn star. Don't try to be one, please." As she nodded, promising, she felt the head of his cock enter he for the first time... She moaned as his hard cock slid deeper inside her. She was so close to cumming already, with the heady excitement and slow teasing he had given her since she arrived. His eyes were focussed on hers, and she was concerned to see they were wet with emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but he smiled. "I'm ok, "he smiled, "In fact, better than OK, I'm wonderful. Thank you for this amazing gift, darling." He continued to fuck her smoothly, powerfully. No, she corrected herself, he wasn't fucking her. This was old fashioned lovemaking. He was attentive, focussed purely on her and making her feel good. His strong hands caressed her, brushing her nipples, stroking her neck, ever fascinated by how her collar looked. He kissed her frequently and passionately, whispering how she was his good girl, his sbff, a perfect sub who he was proud to own, if only for this short time. He leaned forward, licking her nipples and gently biting them, his free hand teasing her clit. Shudders ran through her body, and she bit her lip in ecstasy. This was so unlike she had expected, yet so like him, dominant, yet focussed on her pleasure. Her nails ran across his chest and he moaned. "Mark me, funnybunny," he gasped. "Leave your mark on me; show the world that I belong to you too. She looked into his eyes, smiling, pleased at his request. Curling her fingers, she dug her nails into him, leaving long, vivid-red parallel lines all over the pale skin of his chest. He moaned again, and she could feel his already hard cock, grow and twitch inside her. Having it rubbing against her clit as he increased the pace, his eyes closing in pleasure was enough for her. She gasped, moaned, dug her fingers into him even deeper and started to cum, the sudden release of tension and waves of pleasure washing over her almost too much to bear. Her tightening and twitching muscles set him off too, and he groaned, cumming deep inside her, continuing to thrust into her, to prolong her enjoyment. They held like that for a long moment, looking deep into each other's eyes, perfectly and eternally together. Still inside her, he smiled, his eyes twinkling, and rolled over so she was now astride him, lying full length on him, their embrace tight. She circled her hips sensuously, feeling him become hard inside her once more. "That was lovely, Sir," she breathed. "It was like the perfect first time. Thank you. But sir... I want to be your perfect toy. I know you have a sadistic side... please... let me show how much I am yours, body and soul. I wear your collar, and it is wonderful. I trust you with my whole heart; I want no safe word, no escape. I want to be your toy." He smiled in pleasure. "Good girl. Good, sweet girl. I will not say no, because you have offered so willingly. I had decided to punish you for some of your naughtiness, and I still will, but this will go far beyond that. I was not sure you could take it, and I won't be cross if you can't. But remember darling, whatever happens, whatever you have to endure, I will be with you, guiding you, helping you, caring for you, loving you." He kissed her deeply, and then lifted her off the bed, his cock slowly slipping out of her. Taking soft cords, he tied her, standing, at the foot of the 4 poster bed. Her legs and arms wide apart like an erotic kiss: X. She became aware of her vulnerability, her complete exposure, and of Sir's cum oozing slowly from her and down her legs...