“Arrive at 9 pm. We’ll get started right away this time.” That’s all the note said, and she glanced at the clock as she turned onto his street. 8:58. He was waiting outside when she pulled up, black leather collar in hand. She smiled nervously and carefully parked the car and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door and stepping out. He stepped up and hugged her, leaning in close to speak quietly near her ear.
“So you want to play master and slave?”
He smiled as he pulled away, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and there was a certain tension in his voice. Still smiling, she nodded.
“Uh uh,” he replied. “Say it. No half measures here. Are you ready to play master and slave?”
“Yes. I’m ready to play master and slave.”
“Excellent. I’m going to put this collar on you. Once the collar goes on, you’re my slave. You do what I say. You call me Sir or Master. I call you slave or slut or whatever I want. If you’re really good I might give you a slave name. Once the collar goes on, it stays on until I say otherwise. Do you want me to put the collar on you?”
She looked around. It was getting dark, and the street was fairly quiet, but there was still a chance someone could drive by. She started to nod, but he shook his head.
“Remember: Say it. Answer me.”
“Yes, I want you to put the collar on me.”
Her cheeks burned a little as she said it, but he didn’t seem to notice as he held the collar open and motioned for her to turn around. He slipped the collar over her head and around her neck.
“Bow your head.”
She did, her hair falling forward to hide her face, and he pulled the collar snug and clasped the buckle, running his fingers under the collar to check for tightness. He stepped back.
“Turn around but don’t look me in the eye. Look at the ground. You haven’t earned the right to look me in the eye.”
She turned, careful to keep her head bowed in order to avoid the temptation to look up. Part of her wanted to defy him just a little to see what he’d do. But another part of her wasn’t sure if she wanted to push him while they were outside. She had just agreed to be his slave, after all. She decided to play submissive for now and waited quietly for him to continue.
“Get your stuff and bring it inside. Lock the door, then take your clothes off and wait on your hands and knees on the living room floor. Your safeword is orange.”
He turned and walked inside. She glanced around again before quickly popping the trunk and grabbing her overnight bag. She locked the car doors and slammed the trunk before following him inside. She dropped the bag on the table and took off her shoe and socks, followed by her shirt and jeans. She was about to take off her bra when she remembered his command to lock the deadbolt. Again she thought about disobeying. Starzbet The urge to do so just to see what would happen was everpresent and surprisingly strong. Again caution won out. Locking the door was a safety issue. No reason to push back over something like that. She locked the door and finished undressing, dropping her bra and panties on top of her shirt and jeans. She stepped into the living room, noting the closed bathroom door and the sound of the shower. Some trance-techno music was playing on the stereo, the bass thumping the floor as she knelt on all fours.
Time seemed to drag as she waited for him. Her arms and neck began to get tired, and before long she relaxed her arms and rested her face and breasts on the floor, her ass the top of her naked triangle. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She also felt the first trickle of wetness beginning to run down her right leg and shivered. After what seemed like forever she heard the bathroom door open. She waited. Footsteps creaked into the living room, stopping behind her. Behind her wet cunt and exposed asshole.
“Good job on putting your head on the floor. Spread your legs. Whenever I tell you to wait on your hands and knees, you should spread your legs and put your head down.”
She shifted, adjusting more of weight forward and arching her back to compensate as she spread her legs wide. He still stood behind her, and she could feel his eyes on her cunt and asshole as she exposed herself fully. He stood there for a few minutes, long enough for the wetness on her leg to run all the way down to her knee. He finally turned away, rummaging in the toybox for a moment before tossing something jangly on the table. He sat down on the couch.
“Put those on.”
She raised her head and looked up. He was dressed in black pajama pants and a white t-shirt, and he was watching her. She remembered to avoid his gaze and averted her glance to the table, where a bundle of leather and buckles awaited her. Sifting through the pile, she realized it contained a blindfold and two pairs of leather cuffs, one pair slightly larger than the other. She started with those, attaching them to her ankles securely before struggling a bit more with the wrist cuffs. Finally she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, buckling it behind her head and adjusting her hair slightly.
“Now come here and put your head in my lap. Stay on your knees.”
He sounded almost bored, and she fumbled momentarily as she crawled around the table. The cuffs jingled slightly as she moved, the blindfold covering her eyes but in a certain sense hiding her as well. She couldn’t see what she was doing, so in a way it made it easier to do it. She bumped into the couch and followed it to him, carefully stretching between his legs to place her head on his lap. His body was still warm from the shower, Starzbet Giriş and she could feel the heat emanating from his crotch. She could feel his cock beneath the fabric, large and slightly hard.
“Take my cock out, slave, and show me how you suck dick.”
She carefully grabbed his waistband and lifted it, reaching inside and wrapping her hand around his cock. It throbbed in her hand, and she squeezed it as she slipped the waistband down and under his balls. With the blindfold on, she had to do everything carefully. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked and began to bob her head, one hand still clutching his shaft. He commented on her efforts as she began.
“More spit. The wetter the better. The more you lube it up, the less it’ll hurt when I decide to shove it in you. I wanna see drool running down your cheeks.”
She blushed but continued licking and sucking as she tried to salivate more.
“Pump the shaft with your hand.”
She complied, sliding her hand up and down his cock.
“Suck more. Don’t just run your mouth up and down it. Really suck, while going down and while pulling back, like you want nothing more than to pull it all the way down your throat.”
She sucked hard, and he gasped slightly before grabbing her hair tightly.
“Stop. Now. Take your mouth off my cock.”
Scared, she raised her head and relaxed her cheeks. As soon as his dick slipped out of her mouth, he slapped her. Not hard, but fast. Brisk. And completely unexpected. He cheek burned furiously.
“Watch the teeth. You need to learn to keep your lips over them. Always watch the teeth. Now get your mouth back on my cock.”
She lowered her head and slipped his cock back in her mouth. She began bobbing her head again, this time being more careful, partially because he still clutched her hair, restricting her movement. After a few minutes he began pulling her head closer to his crotch, his cock pushing against the roof of her mouth for a moment before he released her.
“Start practicing pulling it as far back into your throat as you can and holding it there. Take it in until you almost gag then back off slightly.”
She leaned forward, still sucking, still drooling, still watching her teeth, and gently worked his cock deeper in her mouth. It poked the back of her throat and she pulled away, fighting the urge to cough. She held it for a few moments, pulling with her lips and cheeks, and then relaxed, pulling away, her lips resting on the head of his cock as she took a few breaths before sliding his dick in her mouth again. She continued to suck on his dick, the music and the darkness pulling her outside herself and into the moment, accepting herself as slave and slut and whore and throwing herself fully into her cocksucking. She relaxed and began to enjoy her Starzbet Güncel Giriş submission.
He let her suck on his cock for 20 minutes before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. A string of drool stretched from the head of his cock to her lips, quivering slightly in the flow of air from the air conditioner vent.
“Get back on your hands and knees, slut. We’ll have to work on your cocksucking more later.”
She complied, placing her head on the floor and sticking her ass up. He ran his fingers between her pussy lips and she jerked, startled. He slapped her ass in response, hard.
“Stay still, slave!”
She whimpered and concentrated on not moving as he continued to tease her lips with his fingers. He stroked her clit, pulled on her lips, and slid his fingers between them slightly. She shivered with the effort of not moving. He scratched his nails across her ass cheeks and down the back of her thighs, and again she jumped. She couldn’t help herself. Again he slapped her ass.
“I can see we’ll need to work on your ability to hold still as well.”
He grabbed her right wrist and yanked it back, securing the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff on the same side before repeating the process with her left wrist. Now she couldn’t stand up or pull away. He began stroking her pussy again, and every now and then he’d slide his fingers back to her asshole, running his fingertips teasingly around the edges. Goosebumps stood out on her skin as she shivered and strained against the restraints. Working his fingers back to her pussy, he plunged two of them deep inside, causing her to yelp. At the same time he leaned forward and began to lick her asshole, swirling and probing with his tongue. She sighed and moaned as he soaked her asshole with spit, and giggled nervously as he poked his tongue into her asshole. He began sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt, and she could feel the first orgasm building up inside. He increased the pace of fingers and tongue, fingerbanging her as he flicked his tongue in and out and all over her asshole, his motions pushing her slightly across the carpet. When she finally came the orgasm ripped through her whole body, leaving her slightly dazed and weak. He pulled away from her ass and slid his fingers out of her cunt.
“From now on you ask before you cum, slave. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Your orgasms, like your body, are now under my control. You don’t cum unless I let you. And you thank me for each orgasm.”
“Yes Sir.”
He paused, letting the silence stretch out before prompting her.
“Well slave? Don’t you have something to say?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“For what? Remember to be specific. What are you thanking me for, slut?
“Thank you for making me cum.”
“You’re welcome.”
He stood up and left her there, her asshole still wet with spit and her pussy soaked. She heard him cross the room and listened as he rummaged in the toybox. She lay there on the floor and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. It looked like it was going to be a long but pleasurable evening.