Someone had it out for her this evening. Not only was she late, which she knew she'd be in trouble for, but she was soaked through. As instructed she had done her face in the time consuming make-up along with her hair which when she started out had been elegantly coifed with curls. As she came up the steps to ring the bell she made a half hearted attempt to straighten her hair while the other hand pulled her phone from her pocket to check the time. A wince crossed her features as she made note of just how late, it wasn't her fault the bus had a flat, yet she automatically discarded her notion. He would simply look at her with those dark eyes and the excuses would die upon her lips, it would be best simply to admit the truth. Truth being she should have exited the bus to hail a taxi, but she'd seen those shoes...

The mental self-incrimination came to a hault in her mind as the door opened to reveal his silhouette the light from behind blinding her momentarily. Having no wish to let the rain in he drew her through, shutting the door quietly behind her. Eyes still focusing from dark to light widened with dismay as his words fell to hear ears, "Did you think not to use an umbrella mine?" Lips that had began to form her answer twisted silent as he effectively cut her off by continuing. "Of course not, you wouldn't have bothered to watch the forcast this morning let alone this eve while you prepared." Though he spoke firmly there was no anger behind them just fact, and noting the puddle that had started to form around her gestured down the hallway. "You know the way, this time do not keep me waiting," and without waiting for her answer left.

Pulse hammering she fled down the hallway to the bathroom. Taking in the pile of clothing upon the counter her lips curved in a smile, he had known she wouldn't check the weather. Remembering the instruction on time she hastily pulled her wet clothes from her body, though neatly hanging them upon the towel rack to dry, as she began to rub the towel vigorously over her skin. Digging threw her tote bag she found a clasp quickly bringing her hair up in a messy chignon, before turning to unfold the pile there on the counter. Biting the inside of her cheek as she noted the garter belt and stockings and with a look of determination shimmied into the belt quickly fastening the garters before settling on the commode to roll the stockings up her legs one at a time. She still wasn't quite at ease with the undergarments, but time and practice had helped. Finally after what seemed and eternity she placed the alligator clips to the top of the stockings and left the bathroom while still pulling the sheer bra on. It was a bit unsettling to go about a home with this little on,the picture being completed with the soft black ribbon around her neck that held the small silver diamond engraved with his name. As she came round the corner there on the coffee table was a pair of black sandaled heels, as if her discomfort could get any worse, placing them upon her feet and continuing down the hall to the kitchen.

He looked up from the grill taking note of her attire, pleased that she hadn't gone against his wishes by rounding up a pair of panties. "Sit." He pulled the generous slabs of meat from the grill, bringing the platter to the table, and placed one upon each plate. As she sat to the side he took the one at the head of the table. Long ago he had made sure to disabuse her of the idea she would sit at the other end. He preferred her near where he could roam over her figure should he so please, just as his hand did now to let fingers glide over her bare mons smiling as it came away wet. He watched as the flush bloomed upon her cheeks spilling down over neck and breasts, bringing said fingers to his lips tasting, "The perfect sauce for any steak." A low chuckle came to her ears as she began to eat hoping that would be the end of his roaming at least while they were at the table. This was all still very new, the clothing, the dinner in next to nothing, the whole relationship. Despite her discomfort she was terribly turned on, and that thought only brought more of shame. What sort of slut was she turning into that she would sit at a table, wanting to beg for more of his touch, then to have him pass the salad?

He did stop, but not to ease her comfort, letting the silence grow as they enjoyed the meal he prepared. The knot in her stomach was hard, the idea of eating the farthest thing from her mind, yet she made sure to eat every bite placed upon her plate.The look he had given her before turning to his meal gave her the idea she would be needing her strength this night. Soon they were finished and he broke the silence as he picked up the table. "Go to my room make sure the blind fold and ear plugs are worn." She nodded voice soft, "Yes Sir." The last image she had was of him folding back his shirt sleeves as he started the rinse water for the dishes. Making her way to the room she knelt beside the bed her arm stretching underneath to find the bag she knew that would be there. Drawing it to her the zipper was heard as she drew out the satin blind and the bullet shaped earplugs, setting them atop the bed before returning the bag beneath the bed.

His steps were heard upon the floor and with a smothered squeak she quickly made her way to the bed mashing the earplugs into place while hastily bringing the blind over eyes. Minutes ticked by as her pulse raced, and only as it began to slow did she wonder if he was in the room..or not. The warmth of the room coupled with the full belly had her growing drowsy and despite her efforts she soon fell asleep. He smiled as he saw her breathing even out and her body go completely lax in sleep. She had given no sign that she knew he was in the room, silent with a predatory smile he remained in the chair even longer letting the sleep deepen. Soon she turned on her side and he knew that he could move her completely and she'd not stir. Slowly he pulled her so that she lay sprawled upon her back, having retrieved the bag he pulled from it the rope pieces out winding them around each of her limbs before securing them to each post.

He moved back to survey his work finding that it was sufficient he went to the closet on the other side of the room, pulling a small cart from the depths. Upon the cart lay instruments including but not limited to crops, floggers, clamps, fuzzy gloves, and a violet wand. Bringing it to the side of the bed he selected one, and running the ends of a flogger over his hand he brought it up and with a flick of his wrist it descended upon her inner thigh just above the knee. The instant tightening of her muslces brought a pleasant heat up into his groin. Before she was fully awake he had landed several on each thigh working his way up to her groin before letting the tails tickle along her plump mons. Watching as she quivered upon the bed her lips pressed tight to keep the sounds of her gasps silent. He had told her to feel free to let herself go, but she insisted upon waging some battle. To what ends he was not sure. Just as she began to relax he brought the flogger down upon her stomach and breasts, his own stomach clenching with hot desire as her first yelp of pain echoed across the room.

She knew she shouldn't have fallen asleep, but she'd been unable to fight the lull of the warm bed. He'd known that and taken advantage of the way she slept so sound. The first flick of the flogger to her skin had echoed up her body and into her mind bringing her rapidly from the dense fog of sleep, only to be jerked fully with the resounding flays upon her skin. She'd remained silent not wanting to be weak in his eyes even though he had reassured her she was allowed to make noise, she would be strong for him. The fiery wave of pain that burst threw her breasts would not allow for such ideas and the first gasp of pain ripped from her lips. She could see nor hear the pleasure in which he derived from that sound, could only wither against bonds she became aware of as she moved.

He let the flogger trail up over her body as he moved to her side plucking the ear plugs from shell like ears as he spoke in a voice now gravely with desire, "Tell me why you are feeling the kiss of leather upon your skin mine." He let his hands move to caress her lush breasts,in one hand he eased the pain, but not before urging the burn deeper. He knew as she fought the pain her desire rose,the glistening between her nether lips giving evidence to his eyes in the low lamplight. The tickle of the leather tracing over her skin a few moments more before he moved away from her to replace it on the cart perusing what might be next.

Lips suddenly dry were wet with the tip of her tongue before she found her voice, "I was late Sir, and this is my punishment." Not taking his gaze from the cart he gave a nod he knew she couldn't see, "Yes, and what reason would you have in being late?" Unconsciously her fingers found the rope and wrapped around it seeking comfort in gripping it whether for courage or anchor..perhaps both. "I took the bus and it had a flat, but I should have taken a taxi." A frown etched across his features his voice coming to her dangerously low, a prickle raising on her skin, "And why if you know this did you NOT take the taxi mine?" It was as if her heart stilled hearing these words, and she knew that speaking the truth was best, yet she hesitated fearing what more punishement would be. If he stuck with the leather she could endure it, and holding fast to that hope she answered. "I over spent this week on a pair of shoes, and thought to save what was left by taking the bus Sir." His voice was cold now like the prickles of water beginning to freeze over a window, and it was this that covered the sound of what he took in his hand as he tuned the knobs. "Evening knowing that you still remained on the bus knowing it would make you late?" Her voice was almost inaudible, "Yes Sir."

He had disrobed and stood now there before her at the end of the bed, watching her expression knowing she knew not what he was doing or thinking. Picking up the wand he brought it with him as he knelt upon the bed. For now the voltage was set low the static tingling instead of sharp as he ran it over her lower abdomen delighting in the delicious exhale of breath that escaped from her. "You wish to plead for mercy on your punishment mine?" He pulled the wand from her skin giving her this moment to call out her safe word should she feel she can go no further. Moments passed as he watched the pulse beat beneath her jaw in her throat, and when she gave a small negative shake of her head he places the wand upon the very tip of her breast smirking as it instantly hardened. He let the wand tease and move about her breast collar bones, arm pits, and down her side, before teasing it along the top of her mound. Only for fear of her muscles cramping as she quivered beneath him did he pull away from her skin to lean back turning the knob once more so that the volts would now be sharp.

Sliding up to her he lifted her with his thighs until he was able to align himself with her opening, and with one hand he placed the wand to her nipple, while the other pulled her bucking hip down upon his rigid length as he impaled her. He continued the tempo of zaps across her body before pistoning inside her wet heat, his neck muscles cording with his own restraint as he feels her velvet insides clench and release in delectable waves of pleasure upon his cock. He barely registered her breathy, "Sir," the pleasure her body was wrecking upon him. Drawing the will he had left he tuned the machine off and laid the wand upon the cart before picking up the knife bringing it to slash the ropes from the posts her legs falling down with a numbness to them on each side of his hips. "Wrap them around mine." He registered her first attempt as a fail, while he leaned over her his hips angling his cock down deeper inside her as he thrust drawing the blade over her head to cut her arms free.

Letting his empty hand draw up along the curve of her hip to flow up her spine drawing her up onto his lap as he continued to thrust into her his mouth latching to her breast before giving a sharp bite to her nipple. The shock of this new pain brought her attention back upon him instead of the rising climax she felt. "You feel this?" He brought his other hand under her backside the knife still gripped in his hand letting the cold edge slide along the curve of her ass. "Yes Sir." His dark grey eyes met her pale blue green ones his voice strained, "Keep yourself above me and ride me well mine or feel the blade slice through that sweet skin." The shock of what he was asking mingled there in her eyes, but the effect it gave her body had that sweet heat clenching down hard upon his cock. She rode at first in fear, but as the sweet rush of blood pounded threw her body and up into her ears the cries of her pleasure would fall upon him. Fearing his own control he tossed the blade from the bed to the floor, and both hand found her waist as he rode up into her as she rode down his voice roaring, "NOW," as he felt his seed shoot in thick ropey jets towards her womb. His groan mixing with her gasps of pleasure as her own orgasm rioted through her gushing sweet honey over his cock and balls, the scents of their shared pleasure filling the air as they fell to the rumpled bed.

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