5 comments/ 28900 views/ 1 favorites Hanging By: Anarashka My head... What happened? Where am I? What...? My awareness is returning. My arms are bound over my head, bound with rope and hooked to a chain. I am naked and blindfolded, my toes barely brushing the floor as I am hanging. It feels like wood beneath my feet. The room is cool but not cold and there is very little movement in the air. I twist a little, feeling my arms ache. I stretch to better place my feet on the floor and ease the stress on my arms. I can hear the links of the chain clink softly in the silence of the room. The tiniest creak of the floor causes my head to come up, every sense alert. I am not alone in this room. I can feel tiny air currents against my bare flesh, goose bumps rising on my skin. I'm holding my breath to better hear the room, struggling to hear beyond the pounding of my heart. My mouth is dry and I realize I have cloth wedged between my teeth. My heart fills with terror; I cannot track the other person in the room. I choke on a tiny whimper, barely a squeak escaping my lips beyond the gag. A deep chuckle is heard resounding through the room. I force myself to remain absolutely still, straining to locate the other person in the darkness surrounding me. Another creak and a shiver races down my spine. I know that laugh.... "So..." the voice is higher than one would expect but rich with power. He pauses, for emphasis. "So you thought you could run off with my property? You thought you could run away from me?" My head is shaking back and forth before I even know what I'm doing. A cold sweat breaks across my skin and another whimper escapes me. "You thought you could deny me what is rightfully mine?" I can hear his voice getting slowly closer to me, each statement accompanied by a creak from the floor. A single warm hand strokes down my back, causing me to jerk away from the touch. The chain clinks as I come up short, unable to flee, mocking my attempts. A sob escapes me as my legs give way and I sink down, letting the ropes around my wrists hold my weight. I can feel the warmth of his body frighteningly close to mine but my mind has stopped thinking in its blind terror. I am completely helpless, sobbing. "I see you are still trying to escape. One day you will understand that there is nowhere for you to go where I cannot find you. There is nowhere that I cannot reach. And here you are." I can feel his breath on my bare shoulders, a violent shiver taking my body. He reaches out and lays his hand against my skin again, so warm against the cold fear. I jerk away from him again, scrambling to regain my footing but unable to run. He laughs, another deep chuckle that I can feel resonating through my body. His voice stops quickly as he reaches out, gripping my hair and jerking my head back so far I can feel my neck straining. I gasp, my struggles ceasing as the darkness behind my eyes explodes into light, the pain rocking my world. A soft voice reaches me through the pain, as it always has. "There now, see? It's not so bad when you just relax..." He releases my hair, letting my head fall forward again. I can hear him step away from me, a rustling sound coming from behind me. I can hear the whisper of leather and the pit of my stomach sinks. I know what's coming. "Now... Where were we? Oh, yes... you stole from me, whore. You stole from me what was rightfully mine. I'm going to take it back now." My head is shaking harder, whimpers and whines muffled by the gag, tears streaming down my face. I begin to struggle again, screaming behind the gag, before I hear the whisper of steel inches from my face. "Enough, little girl. You stole, and now you must be punished. You know the rules and you disobeyed them. If you take the punishment like a good girl, maybe I will spare your life. Maybe..." He draws the cool steel of the knife down my face, causing a new rush of tears and trembling. "You will scream. You will beg. You will give in to me. I own you. Do you hear me? I. Own. You." He steps away, the leather slicing through the air and connecting with my bare skin. My back arches away from the blow, the ferocity driving the air from my lungs. I can't scream and my world is on fire. I'm gasping for breath as the next blow lands, wrapping my sides and landing on the soft skin of my stomach. It feels like I have been sliced open, my skin stinging as I fight for breath. I can't even beg as the third blow lands, and then another, and another, and another. I lose count as my world shrinks down to fighting for breath and trying to scream. He pauses in his strikes, laughing at my struggles to breathe. My skin is burning, the fire consuming every fiber of my being. My lungs are screaming and all I can do is hang from the rope and chain and sob. His hand grazes my skin and I can't even twitch to get away. He traces his hand along my back and sides, up across my breasts and slowing at my throat. He loosens the gag and slides a finger along my lips. I realize that his finger is wet, the taste of blood fills my mouth. I whimper, brokenly, as the tears continue to fall. "Stand up." He steps away from me, another rustling is heard from behind me. There is a long pause as I struggle with dizziness and exhaustion. "Stand up!" I can barely move my legs as I slowly struggle to stand. All I hear is a swishing sound before a sound like a gunshot fills the room and white heat fills my body. The cane splits my skin like butter, a second blow crossing the first on the back of my thighs. I'm screaming, I think, but I don't know for sure. A third and fourth blow crosses the swell of my ass, spilling more blood. With a half-second's pause, the fifth and sixth cross my breasts, again knocking the breath from my body. The screaming has stopped, though the seventh and final blow cuts across my belly, causing my legs to collapse. I'm hanging from the chain, gasping for breath as my blood drips into a puddle on the floor. As my breathing returns and the adrenalin fades, the pain sinks in. I can hear myself whimpering, soft pitiful noises between barely parted lips. "What did you do wrong, little girl?" I can hear him waiting for my response. I can't get my body to respond in time. He has my hair again, jerking my head back, his breath warming the skin at my temple. "I will ask you again, whore... What did you do to deserve this punishment?" I feel the cool blade pressing against my skin again, gently stroking my cheek. I'm trembling beneath his hands. "I stole from you... I stole your property... I am sorry..." Still, the blade traces patterns across my face. "Yes, you did. This is not the first time you have denied me what it mine. This will be the last time though. Because, you see, everyone will know that you are mine from now on." The blade is withdrawn and the blindfold is pulled from my eyes. The light is dim but still stunning. The room is bare except for a bed in the corner and the chain hanging from the ceiling. There is a table behind me, his spread of tools laid out upon it. My view of the room is blocked as he steps in front of me. The soft light of the room reflects upon the length of the blade as he weaves it slowly before my eyes. He takes hold of my chin, gently but firmly, and raises my eyes to his. His eyes are terrifying, a ghost of regret thinly veiling dark carnal desire. His face is hard set and unyielding. The cool metal startles me back to reality as it traces the bones of my cheek. Regret? But... why? "I never wanted to mark you like this, you know. You leave me no choice. Do you understand this?" His voice is strangely soft, his face kind for a brief moment. I cannot move or speak. I don't want to believe what is coming. He wouldn't... He releases my chin, gripping a fist full of hair and pulling my head back ever so gently until my neck won't give any more. He eyes bore into mine, searching deep and long. The seconds tick by as we breathe together. A single word escapes his lips, shattering the silence. "Beg." He places the edge of the blade against the bone beneath my right eye as the horror crashes down on me. I dare not struggle, he is too close to my eyes. "Please don't... oh god, please... Whip me, cane me, but please god don't cut me up... Anything... please..." Every word hardens his face further and I know my attempts are useless. A single tear wells and falls down my face. I draw a deep breath and close my eyes, relaxing into my fate. "Good girl..." He presses the point into my flesh, drawing the blade ever so slowly down my cheek. I can feel the blood burning against my flesh as it drips slowly down my neck. The pain from the blade is a white hot arc down my face to my chin. More tears are falling and there is a high pitched keening sound, probably coming from me. The blade is lifted, blood free flowing and warm down my skin. I can feel his breath against my face, licking and kissing the blood from my neck. His hands enclose my face, cradling me so softly as his lips brush mine. The kiss deepens, his lips and tongue exploring mine. I can taste my own blood and it makes my world spin, the gradual shock and loss of blood making me weak. He pulls away, a soft, wet cloth running over my body. I can feel the burning as it brushes over each cut, reawakening nerves. The cloth is taken away and rinsed several times in a large bowl of water. He washes every bit of me, kissing and licking and rinsing the blood away before cleaning the floor beneath my feet. He gives me cool clean water before taking my hands down. My legs won't hold me and I collapse onto the floor, kneeling unsteadily. He returns to the table, coming back with a thick band of leather with a steel ring and buckle attached. I know the smell of that leather, it smells like me. He stands before me, the collar open but waiting. He is asking if I want it again, if I will accept it after all of this. I nod, the tiniest movement, before lowering my head for him to place it around my neck. I welcome the feel of the leather even as he pulls it to its tightest setting, causing me to swallow reflexively. He buckles the collar tightly, using the steel ring to raise my head and steal a brutal kiss, bruising my lips beneath his. It takes my breath away, leaving my head reeling. He unties my hands and lifts me in his arms, carrying me to the bed and laying me gently on the sheets. I cringe and whimper; the act of jerking away from the sheets is more painful than the initial contact. He strips from his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine as he climbs over me. His lips trail down my body, stopping to tease my nipples to hardness and making me squirm and gasp in the blend of pain and pleasure. His fingers find my clit, trailing along the tender flesh there. I'm already wet, the adrenalin and pain soaking my thighs in my juices as much as the pleasure. He presses a finger within me as he bites down around my nipple. A few pumps later, a second finger follows the first, driving deep and pressing hard within me. I'm bucking against his hand, each movement of my wounds against the sheet lighting my skin on fire but it's nothing compared to the pleasure of driving his fingers deeper. I'm whimpering, whining, barely formed pleas escaping my lips as my eyes roll back in my head. His fingers leave me and I cry out, falling against the sheets. There are tears again, whose I don't know for certain. He is above me now, spreading my thighs, his cockhead tracing my lips. I'm half crazed with need and yet he remains absolutely still, only barely touching his flesh to mine. I gaze up at him, eyes glassed over with desire. "You. Are. Mine." He thrusts within me, burying himself to the hilt. I'm screaming, hands gripping his skin, nails digging into his flesh. He begins to move, thrusting slowly and steadily, pulling nearly all the way out before pressing his way back in. Our sounds are lewd, obscene, wet flesh pounding wet flesh. His speed picks up, driving deeper, harder, faster. I'm close, each thrust shoving me back into the sheets, the pain and pleasure driving me crazy. I can hear his breathing; I know he is as close as I am. I wrap my legs around him, bucking my hips and panting. He leans over me, his weight pinning me to the bed as he fucks me brutally. "My pet... Cum with me..." I'm cumming, my screams echoing through the room, my muscles spasming, legs pulling him tighter, harder within me. I can hear his moans, each thrust ending in a grunt before burying himself and emptying his seed within me. We rest, his weight a comfort to my very soul, though the aftershocks. A tender kiss is shared, our bodies interlocked, two beings as one. "Thank you, Master..." Hanging Around This is my first submission to any public forum. I welcome your feedback to improve it and future works. -------------------- I woke up groggily to his fingers lightly tweaking my nipples as his erection pressed between my ass cheeks. I sighed contentedly and snuggled back to him. I jolted rudely awake moments later as his left hand smacked down hard on my left breast. I mumbled incoherent words as I usually do first thing in the morning. He responded by twisting my nipple cruelly. I made some noise of protest and my breast was smacked again. My brain finally started firing a little faster, almost up to Forrest Gump level. "What can I do to make you feel good this morning?" "Hmmmm. I want your mouth. And later, when I get home, I'm going to tie you up and use the rest of you." He rolled over onto his back, forming a crotch tent under the covers. I crawled between his legs and raked the covers down. Crouching on my hands and knees, I pressed my breasts around his hard cock and pumped them up and down a few times, my tongue flicking out to tease his crown when it peeked out from between them. Then I dragged my breasts down and let them rest against the insides of his thighs as I dipped low and engulfed his dick in my mouth, swallowing it all on the first try. On the upstroke I did my best to slick all of him with saliva. My hands crawled up to his chest and began playing in the thick hair there as I settled into a rhythm. Eventually I stretched out, my legs hanging over the foot of the bed, my body pressed flat and my arms stretched high. He grabbed my hands and stretched them as far as they would go, holding my wrists firmly against him as I continued to fuck him with my mouth and throat. Eventually his hands left my wrists and grabbed the back of my head, tangling in my hair, forcing my face down hard into his crotch as his orgasm came. Afterward I licked him clean gently, careful not to overstimulate him. Then I got up, threw on my robe and made the coffee. I went about the business of the day, as did he. Once I was done cleaning and doing odds and ends around the house, I headed for the bathtub. I dumped in a little Moonlight Path bubble bath as the hot water filled the tub. Eventually I stopped the water, shed my robe, and slid gratefully into the scalding, fragrant water. The bubbles rose to tickle my breasts. I slid further into the water, bending my knees, until my head was submerged except a small oval around my nose. My hair fanned out around me. And then I emerged from the sudsy depths and groped blindly for the bottle of lavender shampoo. I lathered my hair, piling it high on my head and sculpting it into a beehive. My fingers dug into my scalp, massaging. And back to the watery depths I went, rinsing out the shampoo. After I had worked in my conditioner I snagged the shave gel sitting beside the tub and lathered up first one leg and then the other. I scraped away the scant leg hair and then lathered up my mound. There wasn't much hair, but I wanted to be absolutely clean for playtime later. The razor traced around my lips and then between them. Finally I was satisfied that there wasn't a single trace of hair anywhere, laid aside the razor, and sank back down to rinse away the conditioner in my hair. Emerging at last, I grabbed a body polisher and liberally coated it with Moonlight Path body wash. I worked the sponge up from my toes, soaping my legs, my thighs, my ass and pussy, my back, my tummy, my breasts, and so on. A final plunge under water rinsed away the suds and I let the water out of the bath. I toweled off and worked some Moonlight Path lotion into my skin. A few squirts of matching body spray went over the top. The scent was layered onto me, permeating every cell with the subtle hints of lavender, rose, musk and violet. Even with all the layers of scent, it wasn't strong. A subtle effect that wouldn't even be noticed except by a nose particularly close to the skin. Finally I spritzed my hair with detangler and combed through it. I decided to skip the blow drier today and let it dry naturally. I twisted it up into a knot and clipped it in place expertly. I went light on the makeup, applying a touch of mascara and a quick slash of lip gloss that nearly matches my natural dusky lip color. "There. Now to the wardrobe," I thought with satisfaction. I rifled through my lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of black cotton boy-shorts. A matching black cotton bra finished my undergarments, leaving my heavy breasts swaying gently whenever I moved vigorously. Not one to stand on ceremony in an empty house, I left it at that. I settled down and wasted some time, glancing at the clock frequently. The sexual tension was growing unbearable in me but I wouldn't dream of quenching it with my hand; not when the promise of kinky sex loomed on the horizon. I would save every orgasm for him. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, noticing that my panties were already soaked through. Eventually he came home after a seeming-eternity. He puttered for a little while, enjoying my squirming anticipation. Finally he called me into the bedroom. His arms encircled me. I squirmed. He touched me teasingly. I looked down, suddenly unable to bear his attention. It's always that way. I want him so badly but I become uncomfortable when he actually offers what I want. Perhaps it's thinking on the immediate future, knowing what's coming. He gently helped me undress and then blindfolded me and led me to the bed. I sat, quivering, as I heard him assembling his collection of tools and toys. And then I felt his touch. Something strange went around my wrist. It felt different. It wasn't rope. It stretched, gave. And then I felt the large plastic ball slip under the band. Bungee cords? Surely not. One went on the other wrist and I was sure. Then I felt my right arm being lifted high into the air and secured. It was stretched just to the limit, as this morning. But this time it was stretched straight into the air, presumably over the beam that runs along the center of the bed. And then the other arm was treated the same. I wiggled my fingers, testing, making sure the bonds and the tension weren't so great they would rapidly kill my circulation. Everything was well. I shivered and sighed just a little under my breath. And then I felt the same bonds go onto my ankles. My left leg was lifted high into the air and secured outside my hand. I began to understand what he had planned. I grabbed the beam with my hands, holding on tight just as my right leg was hoisted similarly and my back left the bed. He secured me into position, reinforcing the bonds. My pinkies brushed my ankles as I hung in the air folded in half, legs spread wide, opening all my treasures for his inspection. I shivered again as I felt his warm breath tickle the insides of my thighs. And then a finger ran along my gash, opening me more. My back arched as it reached my clit and rubbed firmly across it. He continued to trace the route, spreading my juices everywhere. There wasn't really a lack of lubrication as the anticipation of earlier collided with the excitement of the moment. Not even my embarrassment at being viewed so intimately could stop the flow of nectar from my pussy. Every time he touched my clit an extra gush of juice poured out. He used it to lube up not only my pussy but my tight asshole too. A shock ran through me as his finger entered my anus the first time. As much as I love the feeling of being used there, it's mingled always with a touch of fear and more than a little shame and humiliation. I knew I was clean. I had made sure of it earlier in the day, but still a little fear lingered. I was also a little afraid of the inevitable pain. One finger wasn't going to hurt me but eventually he would stretch me, force me open wider, and it would hurt a little. As much as I fear that pain, I relish it too. It seemed he had other plans first. His hand returned to my sopping pussy. I felt him jam three fingers in roughly. I whimpered and rocked my body a little. He withdrew them and almost immediately returned with four. I clenched his fingers tight as the pad of his thumb went to my clit. He rocked his hand back and forth, fucking me with it as he rubbed my tender bud. And my back arched as my first orgasm hit. My voice rose in a low moan as I froze all over. The only muscles that worked were the ones spasming around his hand. Finally the fiery waves of orgasm receded and my body relaxed. A jolt of shock. In my exhaustion I relaxed too much and the rope and bungee was holding too much of my weight. It's always a disconcerting feeling to know that slender strands of nylon are all that hold you aloft. It was more so this time as the bungees stretched and pinched my flesh. I immediately regained my hold, taking up the slack. I was my own captor more than these bonds, just as I like it. The bonds should always, to me, be only a reminder, a help in maintaining self-control. Ultimate bondage is that imposed by the soul. He gave me no respite. As soon as I had settled myself his entire fist suddenly punched into my hungry cunt. The shock of it, even with the stretching, was amazing. He pressed deeper and my tight walls parted for him. I felt him deep inside me, twisting, rocking. It was probably only a minute or so but it seemed like hours of my twat being an extension of his hand before my next orgasm hit. I came hard, clamping down so tight he wasn't able to move anymore. My moan rose an octave over last time. I jerked and twitched, my back bent painfully. He felt even more huge as I tightened on him. Even with the blindfold, my eyes closed tight. When it passed this time I remembered not to let go too much. My muscles were beginning the hot, dull ache that always comes with suspension bondage. I wondered how long I would be able to hold out. I knew that once my muscles gave out it wouldn't be long before the extra tension in the bonds began restricting the blood flow into my hands and feet. That was all I had time to think before he slid his hand out of me. I gasped. It's an odd feeling, that sudden emptiness. My pussy felt hot and raw and bruised with the violence of the fisting but the release of the object of resistance was almost painful. My cunt muscles contracted, begging for more. And he obliged. I heard him rummaging in the toy box. What he came back up with was cold and smooth. After the heat of his hand it was a startling contrast. It slid in easily but he pushed it deep. I winced slightly as he pressed it hard against my cervix. I was beyond logical thought. I rocked against it as much as I could, savoring the feel of the cold in my hot cunt. "What is it?" I asked. "Ssssshhhh," he crooned, "The wine bottle. And it looks so pretty inside you. Do you think you can hold it in?" I felt the pressure of his hand leave. I clutched frantically around it, pushing it out instead of holding it in. It's the eternal paradox of glass. When you clamp down, trying to draw it in, you push it out instead. But if you relax it still slips back out slowly. He pressed it in again, pushing it deeper. My cervix sent frantic messages to my brain but I ignored them. Instead I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax and yield. His hand pulled away again but the bottle remained. I felt it slowly sliding out by millimeters. After another eternity it popped down onto the bed. "I'm so sorry! I tried!" I called frantically. His fingers stroked the backs of my thigh. "I know. It's ok. You did fine. It was so sexy to watch it inching out of you." And then he was gone. I heard him walking out of the room. I knew he wouldn't go far. He's always careful with me when I'm tied up. I was sure he would be more so with me like this. I thought I could hear him two rooms away in the kitchen. Then I heard him re-enter the room. His fingers grazed across my ass cheeks. Something new entered my pussy. It wasn't large but it was firm and a little rough at the end. It pressed into me deeply. I clenched down on it and knew immediately what it was. A banana. He had actually stuffed a banana in me. I didn't protest even though I burned with embarrassment. He pumped it in and out a few times and then left it seated against my cervix. And then I felt something on my asshole. He pushed and it popped in. A bead. Part of a string of anal beads. I felt him press again and the second one slid in. After three he paused, letting the string dangle, to fuck me with the banana for a time. And then I felt the fourth press in, followed immediately by the fifth. He pulled the banana out then and something new pressed against my wounded box. Something larger. He pushed. I cried out. It felt impossibly large and hard. He pushed harder and it slipped inside. Completely inside. It was short and round. A piece of fruit. An orange? No, the oranges weren't this hard. It must be one of the large apples. Dear lord! I whimpered. "Shhhhh. It's ok, honey. You took it fine. And it's so hot to see that ripe red apple peeking out of your bulging pussy." He shoved the last anal bead inside my ass then. I jerked, feeling impossibly filled. And then his fingers touched my clit again. I nearly bounced off the beam. The sensation was incredible. Another gentle stroke down its length and then he pinched hard. I shrieked in pleasure and pain. It became a keening wail as the waves of red-orange pleasure washed over me. It felt like I would never stop cumming. As my twat muscles contracted and released I pushed the apple out. At the same time, he yanked the cord on the anal beads and pulled them out in a rush. I swung crazily as my body danced a jig without my input or control. I'm not sure if I had even finished my orgasm when he started hauling me down. All I knew was that my legs were free and I felt his hands on my arms, loosing them from the beam. I let go and he helped me to the bed. As I lay there panting he rolled me over on my stomach and I felt my big dildo sliding into my pussy. The shaft of this thing is just slightly larger than a Coke can with a head about the size of his clenched fist. It's a little over a foot long plus a set of balls at the bottom that would make most horses neigh in envy. I've occasionally speculated that you could probably do serious bodily injury to a person by beating them in the head with that amount of rubber. Assault with a deadly sex toy. It met very little resistance until it was about halfway in. Then it hit my cervix and he stopped, leaving it lodged there. I felt his weight on my back, his hands spreading my ass cheeks slightly. Then his cock against my ass. This had never worked before and god knows we had tried. He nudged against my rear entrance and I felt it open some. He pushed in further. I thought I was going to die I felt so full but he managed to get the head in. He kept pushing and worked more of his dick up my butt. And then he started pumping in and out, really fucking my ass hard. His hand slapped against my cheek, stinging. "God it's tight in here with your pussy full too. Your ass feels so good. It's squeezing me so hard and it's so hot. You like it?" Smack! He continued like that, talking dirty and punctuating his remarks with a slap on the ass. I talked back, telling him I was his whore, how I love it when he uses my slutty cunt and ass. I felt it coming, the mother of all orgasms. I tried to hold it back, waiting for him. And finally he was there with me, his dick shooting hot cum up my ass as I gasped and wailed and clutched. When I was done seeing god, he slowly pulled out. I gasped and panted a little. Then he pulled out the dildo quickly. It was coated with my juices and I swiped my finger along it to gather some. I carefully sucked my finger clean, savoring the flavor. "You just lay there. You'd probably hurt yourself if you got up right now," he said in his husky post-coital voice. He disappeared into the back of the house to clean himself and some of the toys up. I lifted my blindfold at last and lay on the bed inspecting the places where the bungee cords had bitten into my flesh. Eventually he came back with a warm rag and gently cleaned me. Then he lay down beside me and we both dozed for a while. I hoped we would do it again some time, but not too soon. I'm not sure I could handle it very often. Hanging Around *Disclaimer: Since this is a fantasy, I'm going to ignore certain inconvenient things (like condoms) that are a requirement in real life. Seeing as this is a fantasy, I feel totally justified in doing that. Also, the house setting described in here is based on a place I used to live a few years ago.* It's your first time meeting me, and you're coming over to my place. You've been given a couple of instructions, most specifically regarding how to dress, but other than that and knowing that I'm going to be in charge, you're in the dark of what lies ahead. I see you drive up and go to meet you at the front gate. You look better than your pictures, and you've dressed exactly as told, with a teal halter top tied at the back of your neck and a loose-fitting skirt that goes to the tops of your knees, your hair loose and straight. I'm barefoot and wearing a buttoned linen shirt and cargo shorts myself. I open the gate and pull you to me, kissing you firmly on the lips as I wrap my arms around the small of your back. You smell and taste wonderful. Pulling you too me, I run my left hand down to the top of your buttocks and feel that, per directions, you're not wearing any panties. Your sandals, skirt, and shirt are your only clothing. We break our embrace and I stand aside as you move towards the front door. I move behind you and embrace you again, pushing my hands up under your breasts to cup them as I bend down to nibble your neck. A moment later, I reach into my cargo pocket and remove a blindfold, and wrap it securely across your eyes, making sure that you can't see at all. You start to protest, but you're quickly shushed and told to be a good little girl and trust me for our mutual benefit. This accomplished, I lead you inside and close and lock the door behind us. The townhouse is 3 stories tall, with the first floor being only the entry and garage, while the living room is directly above on the second floor. I carefully lead you up the stairs and into the living room, being sure that you don't trip or stumble on your way up. You don't know what the living room looks like or how it's set up, though, due to the blindfold. Leading you into the room, I remove one sandal from your feet and then the other. You feel the hard wood floor beneath your feet. Not knowing where anything is in the room, you stand still once your feet are bare, waiting to see what comes next. I don't make you wait. I fasten a padded leather cuff first around one ankle and then the other. Moving your feet farther apart, you feel the cuffs attach to a rigid bar of some sort. You move your feet a little and discover that the bar itself is attaching to a tether on the ground. You almost ask me what I'm planning before remembering that you've been told to wait and see. Your hands are soon shackled in a similar fashion and attached behind the small of your back to a smaller bar. The bar isn't attached to anything else when your wrists are first cuffed, but a moment later, you feel me lifting the bar up, forcing you to lean forward (away from the tether restraining your feet) at an increasingly precarious angle. Just as you think you can't go any farther, you hear me attach the bar to another tether. "You can relax," I tell you. "The tether in the ceiling is designed to support the weight of more than 2 people combined." You collapse into the restraints, your head and chest thrust out in front and your ass elevated and stuck out behind you. Strangely enough, you hear me walk out of the room and close a door as I do so, only to reopen the door a few moments later and walk back to you. I run my hand down the back of your head, across your back, and over your butt, just gently trailing it. A moment later, you feel me lifting your face up and kissing it once more, my tongue pressing deep between your lips to taste you. "Well," I say, "you are such a lovely site, you little slut. I bet you're just waiting to see...well... feel what I do to you." With that, I move away from you, letting your head hang back down between your shoulders. I pull the knot holding your halter top together, and release the two ends to fall to either side of you. Your lovely, round breasts hang free below you, nipples standing out and pierced through with a metal ring each. I reach below you and fondle you, pushing your boobs up into you, pulling on each nipple, and playing with the rings. You gasp from the stimulation. "That's right, the bitch likes it, doesn't she?" I slide beneath you and continue playing with your right breast while I raise my mouth to your left. I suck as much of it in as I can at first, running my tongue up and down the nipple. After repeating this a few times, I pull away a bit and hook my teeth around the ring, tugging on it with my teeth, alternating between gentle tugging and being a bit more forceful. A minute or two later, I switch my mouth to the other breast and repeat in a similar way, while playing with the left one with my hand. You gasp and moan ever more as this continues, clearly turned on by the sensations. Soon enough, though, I slide out from beneath you and stand up. Walking in front of you, I grab the back of your head, pulling your hair up and back in the process. You open your mouth in shock and I immediately shove the length of my hard cock inside. You realize now that I had removed my clothing while out of the room, as the entirety of my shaft is now inside you. I keep myself trimmed very closely, so there's no hair to bother you or distract me from the enjoyment. I feel you running your tongue along the underside of my member, and I start to slide in and out a bit before holding your head in place and planting myself in all the way to the base. You start to gag for a moment but get past it and a ram in and out of your mouth several more times. "That's a good girl," I whisper, "take that cock like you know you want to." Before I can cum, though, I pull out. You whimper a bit but I shush you. "Just wait. You'll get what you deserve." You hear me walk behind you and lift up your skirt. I run my hand down between your legs to feel your mound. It's waxed smooth, which was my last instruction to you, and I can feel the metal end of your clit piercing sticking out. You're dripping wet by this point, and your pussy would take just about anything into it without any further help. For the moment, though, I'm not concerned with your pussy. You hear me open a bottle, squirt something (you guess, correctly, that it's lube), and close the bottle again. A second later, you feel jelly anal plug pressed up against your back door. Rubbing the tip around to spread the slick wetness around a bit, I then gently press it into your ass, slowly working it in and out until it passes the bulge and will stay in on its own. I then turn on the small vibrator inside it, sending the lovely buzzing sensation throughout your hind quarters. With the plug firmly in place and doing its job, I mount you without warning or ceremony, grabbing you by the hips and planting myself between your pussy lips as deeply as I can go, this eliciting further gasps from you. I can feel the buzzing from your anal vibrator through the thin walls separating the two regions. It feels good. I only thrust in and out of you a few times before removing myself from your wet slit and walking in front of you again. I press my cock, now gooey and glistening with your girl juices gently against your lips. You part them and allow me in. I don't thrust all the way just yet, instead letting you really lick the entire length of my shaft. "So naughty, so slutty, licking your own juices off of me" I tell you. Having let you lick me for a minute or so, I finally resume the face fucking you were receiving earlier, going in deep, fast, and hard. After all the other build up, I only last a couple more minutes before I burst. The first shots spurt out hard into the back of your throat, me having just pushed in all the way as I start to cum. I pull out before I finish, though, and spray the final portions across your chin and mouth. You swallow the cum that's in your mouth lick some of it up with your tongue (such a good whore), but some of it you can't reach, staying as a white mess on your face. "That was good, but my little puta isn't finished yet." You hear me again open and close the lube bottle, and a moment later, you feel another jelly vibrator, this one with a second piece for your clit, slide into your wet slit. I turn both vibrating portions onto a high setting right away. There will be no subtlety in your use today. I spread your pussy lips with one hand, flicking my thumb across your piercing while I slide the phallic toy in and out of you, driving it in as deep as it can go. You're moaning again almost immediately and gyrating your hips against the vibrator in my hand. I carefully slide under you again, removing the toy from you so I can lick you more readily. You press your wetness up against my mouth, wanting to be eaten so badly. Pulling my head away for a moment, "my, aren't we greedy?" I return my mouth to you a moment later, though, and lick in earnest, up and down your clit, playing with the metal, before pushing my tongue into your wetness. You taste better than I could have guessed, and I go about eating you for several minutes. When I stop, I stand up and return the vibrator to the inside of your pussy, manipulating it with my left hand. My right hand I draw back and bring down on your ass cheek, spanking you. "You've been such a dirty little slut tonight," I hiss at you. "Shackled, licking your own goo off of me, toys in both of your lower holes, cum on your face, and loving every minute of it. Could you be any nastier? You need to be spanked for this don't you." You nod, gasping between ragged breaths, "oh my god, spank me. Spank me hard like a nasty whore." If I'd needed any encouragement, I didn't after that. Hard blows rain on your ass, though I'm careful never to hit too hard and never to use exactly the same strength twice. The variation keeps you guessing and heightens the sensation. All the while, I'm pumping the vibrator in and out very quickly, your pussy just getting wetter and slicker with the juices. "Cum for me, you little tramp. Cum for me now." The words push you over the edge and you convulse, pushing against your restraints as you cum. I don't slow down for a moment, continuing both the spanking and the pounding of your wetness with the buzzing toy. You cum again very shortly, puling even harder against the restrains this time. "Please, please," you beg. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." You can barely get the words out between gasps. Thankfully for us both, all of your moaning and wetness has made me plenty hard again. I remove the vibrator from you and set it aside before again plunging my cock deep into you. Grabbing your hips, I pound against you as fast and hard as I can, releasing one hand or the other occasionally for another slap to your ass. Within moments, we're both grunting and gasping, all attempts at discreet words lost. You start to cum again, and this sets me off. I spray my second load deep inside you and continue pounding you even as I do. The orgasm passes, and I finally slow down, withdrawing from you. I bend down and kiss the middle of your back, my slowly softening shaft pressed against the side of your slit. Caressing your breasts a few more times with my hands, I whisper to you, saying "you did well, this first time, my little subbie slut. It won't always be a hard and fast fucking, but I'll always be in charge when we play. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes," you say. "I would like that very much." Having heard this, I get up and slowly start to undo the set up. Your vibrating anal plug I gently remove first before unhooking the bar that is restraining your wrists. I help you stand up straight and release your hands from their cuffs before uncuffing your feet and finally removing your blind fold. For the first time, you can see the room where the evening's action occurred. It's a large living room on the second floor of the townhouse. I've cleared the furniture to the outside for the activities, and a small table was placed near where your head had been. The lube and toys are on it, all within easy reach for me during our play. The side of the room facing the street has a massive arched window looking out. The room angle is one that allows a great view of the street below, but very little of the room is readily visible to those on the street. None of this grabs your attention immediately, though. The 4 digital video cameras, set at 90 degree angles around the room so that they formed an X relative to your position, were filming the whole encounter. You smile a wicked smile at me. "You really were prepared, weren't you?" "Of course I was," I say. "And I'll be prepared again next time. I lead you upstairs to my bedroom, where we cuddle and spoon, my hands frequently roaming up and down your chest and stomach. You spend the night in bed with me, and we have the kind of lazy slow sex in the morning that's best when you've just woken up. I have you over again a few days later, and this time I tell you to come in without me getting you at the gate. You walk upstairs to the living room and find that I've put the furniture back in its usual place. The widescreen LCD TV has a homemade video on it, and you realize almost immediately that it's you. You've walked in at the point where I untied your halter top. I'm lying on the couch, totally naked and hard. Like the good little puta that you are, you kneel in front of the couch and take me into your mouth. And so our second night begins, the two of us watching our selves as we fuck each other again. That, I suppose though, is a story for another time. Hanging around for Master "Pet", I hear the word drip like honey into my ear as I look out over the view from our hotel apartment and from behind me I felt a strong hand slide, leaving a trace of heat across my ass. Bare because it had to be, in heels because I must, and nothing else to have kept me warm other than Masters hand and my hair loosely laying against my back. It came to rest on my shoulder and squeezed tightly forcing my cheek to lean into it. "I'm out for an hour or so to do business My pet and don't pout! I've come a long way to get this deal done and I must attend to it. You won't be a naughty girl while I'm away will you pet!" I spun around slowly, eyes to the ground. "No Master" I looked up quickly and then down just as fast as I attempted to gauge His reaction. "Good girl." He allowed His hand to slip away, still watching me pressed up against the window, in full view of the apartments that faced our own. Being up so high, one can only look for a moment before feeling compelled to fall, but I love the view and I wonder constantly what goes on behind all those closed blinds before me. When the sun begins to set, some of them open up to tempt the voyeur in me. Fabric rumples and comes alive as curtains are drawn back revealing the theatre of everyday life. I looked up to Him. "Master, I will simply enjoy the view until Your return". As He backed away, He looked into me hard and I heard Him say "You naughty slut pet" and with that He disappeared into the bedroom. I had caught my breath at hearing the rustling through suitcase and turned to look out once more at the view knowing that He had made up His mind. This slut pet was not to be trusted.Soon He returned. I remained calm as I felt the cool leather of my collar slip home around my neck. I felt my hair slide out from under it as His hand pulled it free and laid it over my shoulder. I heard the flap of leather set into place as He pulled it so tight I had to lift my feet off the ground supported only on toes. Once again His voice could be heard flowing, this time like icy water from stalactites. "pet, that cunt is Mine. My property and as such is not to be played with unless I have decided it. Is that clear?" I blink and nod. "However, I do want my pet to get as wet as she possibly can," He said with a wink. I want to see it dripping from between your thighs and you are to be as fucking horny as the fuck slut I have created, when you see Me again. You will be begging to be taken, begging to be used and begging to be fucked. This room will smell like sex. Now is that clear pet?" I nodded, but wondered how I was to achieve this by pure imagination only? No touching no teasing? The leather sprocket slid in a chink looser than I expected it would and in response my heels lowered to the floor. Click and the leash that I love so much because it bound me to Him became my captor. I found myself strung up to the curtain rail and tied into place. I could walk from side to side but no further than a metre each way. "Place your hands here for Me pet" I complied and placed them behind me just so that they rested above my ass. Cuffs locked in place, chained and left like a felon just arrested. A dog, subject only to pacing back and forth like an animal. Master grabbed my face in hand roughly and kissed my mouth. "I think You are fucking Hell sexy now pet! I cannot wait to see what is waiting for Me on My return!" I only saw a swish of the crop just as He reached to use it and "thwack!" Before it had even registered with me a long red stripe lay itself down across both cheeks. "Master!" I cried as I raised one leg off the floor shying away from its sting. "Yes pet? Is there something you wish to add?" Grinning He disappeared into the kitchen area, fridge flew open, rustle, rustle, cutting board thrown onto the bench and I know now how Master means for me to achieve His wish. As He approached I spread my legs slavishly. He came to within an inch of my face and bored His eyes into mine as He inserted a large portion of wet, cold and perfectly sliced ginger trimmed to fit His ready cunt. He watched as the lust began to show, stood back licked His fingers and deliberated if all had been done. "My slut pet. Be a good girl and do as I have said. Behave for Your Master and do not dare to cum until I say so! Oh and pet,here." He placed a bar stool in the middle of the window and stood a tumbler filled with a cold icy Gin and tonic on it. "Drink pet if you begin to feel a little thirsty."I looked at Him, quizzically. "No straw Master? " "You will work it out pet I'm certain. Now pet I must as I said go and attend to business. You will see Me within the hour" and He clicked the light on as he left." He had gone. It was about 5.00pm and the sun was just about to go down. The view would be spectacular as the light turned from yellow to red purple and then a dark navy blue, painted on by the reflection of the glassed in windows of the apartments across from me. I drank it in. Then it dawned on me! Windows would begin to open as occupants arrived home from work. Lights would flick on one by one and as they cast their eyes over their own views this is what they would see! I looked up at my leash connected strongly to curtain rail and pulled at the restraints around my wrists. I walked from end to end carefully around the stool wondering if the loop would slide off releasing me. My pussy began to clench tight around the ginger with the fear of being discovered. It only served to make things worse as the ginger began its slow burn firing His cunt up and making me so very horny. Master delights in it so, that ginger has this effect on me. It is true that it makes me so much wetter and so deeply horny that I'd just about fuck anything. I stood and looked at the view and the impossible situation I found myself in. The light had begun to fade and true to form, colour danced across the glass, making the view a beautiful spectacle. I stood motionless watching and I began to feel the air and the silence cool around me. I glanced up at the light Master had so purposefully flicked on as he left the room. It would illuminate me against an otherwise dark backdrop. My heart was beating so very loudly though and my mind turned toward my cunt which was warming me up from the inside slowly and luring my hips into a rolling motion. "Oh god!" I breathed out the words with a deep sigh and wished that something, someone could fill me. I let my head fall backward as I felt the pleasure bubble and rise. I turned and pressed my ass hard against the glass and with leaning forward onto the flat cold surface I could roll again and again driving myself forward to a need that wasn't likely to be filled anytime soon and leaving a wet watery mark behind it. I had forgotten about the windows behind me, until I turned to press my breasts against them and opened my eyes. Lights had begun to blink on. Above and below the building had come alive before me, and the first curtains were pulled apart. I drew my breath in fast and sharp and froze. My eyes grew wide with fear as nipples hardened like bullets against the glass. It was a woman, smoothing back the fabric while taking in the vista. She was 30'ish, I guessed. Her arm reached upward stretching as she soothed an aching neck and kicked off her heels. She leant forward to look below at the streetscape and I hoped to god that she would not look up. I was so exposed! "Master You are a wicked devil!" I cried out. She turned and disappeared into the darkness of her flat. Blink, another light burst to life. This time a little higher above me and I watched as a man loosened his tie and reached for a drink. I was thirsty also by now and my pussy had made me so warm. I turned to the tumbler Master had left me and with arms behind me I wondered how to get that cooling liquid to my lips. I took the two steps I needed to reach the stool and slowly bent toward the glass, the leash tightening as I lowered but left long enough just to allow my lips to reach the rim. I flicked my tongue out like a dog at its bowl and held my breath as I lapped up what I could. Lifting my head to draw in air in a hurried gulp and licking my lips to catch the stray droplets that ran down dripping from my chin. Oh it tasted so good! So cold and wet. I was beginning to feel really good, a feeling of calm had settled lightly upon me. I hadn't forgotten the mess my pussy was in as the ginger worked its horny magic on me. I hadn't forgotten the feel of Masters collar that reminded me of His ownership and kept me in my place. I reached down to take another draught but realised that I had already taken too much and the rest was out of reach of this pets tongue. Still as thirsty as hell I grabbed the rim of the glass between my teeth and slowly tilted my head backward as carefully as I could hoping to drain at least some of the contents carefully and methodically down my throat. It was a tsunami rush of ice, gin and tonic that flooded my face making me drop the glass splattering the contents over myself. Cold fluid ran down my chest and over my stomach and taking the least path of resistance right into my slit. The shock made me jump and as I did I looked up to see that the gentleman above had seen me, illuminated by the light that Master had left on he had been watching all along. I began to pace up and down not knowing what to do. What would I say I had thought, should he send someone to the door thinking that I had been abducted and held without consent? I looked up to him and by way of some kind of sign rolled my hips luxuriously in his direction. Message received and he raised his glass to me. I had noticed his hand reached down to undo his fly. His cock sprung forth from his suit trousers and just hung in the window like a Helmut Newton photograph. It was fucking erotic! Spying the stool that was now free from tumbler I had sat down to watch and with that very motion the ginger pressed even deeper into this pet's cunt. Spreading my legs wider I rocked back and forth to feel every last sensation within me. Grinding slowly on a wet mess of gin, tonic, ginger and pet. Master should hurry up and use his pet hard I'd thought because she had been playing on an edge. The guy had begun to stroke his cock slowly, just watching me and as he did so, all around him other windows had sprung to life like animated Xmas lights, and he had become a sweet decoration and was unaware.. Mostly though curtains remained drawn,blinds stayed down so I had felt an easy calm. That is until the window directly opposite revealed its contents. The blind retracted so fast it shocked me, but not so much as what lay behind it. I craned my neck further squinted my eyes hard to focus and got to my feet fast. Could it really be? What the fuck! I blinked hard but it was real. Master there in the window before me watching, carefully studying my reaction. What could He possibly have wanted from this set up, but the very sight of Him made my cunt squirm hard, my breath had become shallow. Panting like the puppy He had left behind, dripping just like the pet He wanted. My Heart was pounding hard enough to kill me. Whimpering and pleading through the glass for Him to come home, something unexpected happened and I saw a figure move in behind Him. A flash of bare leg wrapped around His, and an arm slid around His waist, white against the black of his pants. I couldn't believe what I was seeing but I couldn't take my eyes from Him as He looked right at me. Unmoving. Then she moved in front. Looked directly at me she dropped her loose black dress in a crumpled pile to the floor. Masters hand reached up to her neck and pulled her face into His and I imagined what her mouth felt as His tongue slid deep inside and rolled around with erotic desire. I watched wide eyed. His hand entwined in her long dark hair dragging her downward till she was on her knees. He slapped her face hard. She looked up to Him as He watched me and released His cock! He looked directly at me as He slid it into her ready mouth and began to pump with slow purpose. He slapped her again and grabbed her ears pulling her hard onto Him thrusting deep, holding her there until I could see her legs begin to flail and kick for breath then He released her. He dived in again only this time harder, faster pumping His cock rhythmically to a symphony I couldn't hear. She must have had some grip around it as His face was taught with effort but he managed to smile at me. He looked so good using her! He stopped and pushed her off Him roughly like a whore used. She landed on the ground and He picked her up by the hips getting her onto all fours and then going down He buried His face into her pussy. She ground herself onto my Masters face and I could see Him hard, ready to fuck. Cock pointed at the ground like a weapon. He stood then and crouched over her legs side for side and squatting I saw those thigh muscles ripple with the exertion as He slid into her and like a fucking machine He rammed her, shunting her forward across the carpet and I watched as she howled throwing her head back. He looked fucking amazing. I loved to watch. It had me so close to cumming I could hardly stand it. The roiling hormone through my blood was stirred and shaken like a cocktail. The ginger was on fire, setting off small electric pulses through my clit. I swear if I'd been able to touch it I would have exploded with cum. I spun around fast as I heard the door click open, my heart jumped up into my throat as I kicked the stool away. "Who the fuck are You?" I screamed pulling hard with my neck at the leash that held me. "SHHH!" She said in the most calm and creamy voice I had ever heard from a woman and she moved directly toward me. I looked over my shoulder in the direction of Master calling to Him but He just smiled as He pulled his cock out from the cunt that knelt on the floor before Him and began to pull. God I was in trouble now and I knew it! Master about to cum over a whore in my sight and this woman before me had just chinked into place a thick fat cock attached to strap on. She grabbed my hair shaking my head and demanded. "Watch Your Master whore while I fuck that pussy hard. Show him what a whore You really are. Show him that You are everything and more that a Master would want. She crouched down with her own legs spread wide and delved into me with her tongue and teeth. I moaned like the fuck slut I am as she dragged the ginger out of me, lapping at the cunt drool hanging and dripping from me. I saw as Master looked at me and I drew in a deep breath as He shot across the cunts back firing one shot after another while He slapped her ass red. I lifted my leg, there was no turning back now as she slid up in front of me. Face to face she eased her cock into me and showed me no mercy. "You're a dirty fucking whore! You want to be fucked while people look at your dirty cunt and I turned to look up to see if my voyeur was still in the window. He was and had been joined by another. Hands pressed against the glass. "Yes Maam!" I screamed it with urgency. "I want You to fuck my pussy till I cry out. I need it so badly. Please please pleeeease will You let me cum Maam? A hard cum on Your cock to please my Master....and I looked over to Him delirious at the sight. He nodded giving me His consent. "Then do it bitch, cum on my cock and with that she pulled my face onto hers and kissed me rudely, in the same way that Master had kissed the whore. "FUCK!!!" I had screamed as my clit exploded and my hips jerked uncontrollably like the bitch in heat that Master knows I am. I dropped to my knees but the leash had me strung me up like a noose, scrambling to find a foothold, panting, dripping, still cumming! With that she poured herself a drink, satisfied and raising it to my Master across the way she took a slow sip looking me over carefully then without warning threw it at me drenching me. I hung there like a carnival attraction never having felt so exhilarated in all my life. Small waves of climax still moving within me. She had left turning off the light after her. My Master had gone, His fuck toy had gone. Silence descended and as the time passed the night grew deeper, colder and my muscle ached until I could barely stand to be upright anymore. I finally heard the door open, and lifted my head to see. I smiled widely and called out to Him. "Master!" "Hello my pet. Can I smell sex? Have You been a good girl for me?"