She stood outside the door to his room, waiting for him. Strong hands slipped a midnight blue satin band over her eyes. She was panting in anticipation; just knowing he intended to punish her tonight made her wet with desire.
Reaching past her he pushed opened the door; she stepped forward immediately, craving what was going to happen in this room. He praised her enthusiasm.
She hoped he would take off the blindfold. Seeing his room with its huge iron bed and the huge wooden armoire filled with his tools excited her.
With steady hands he peeled her clothes off and then spun her around roughly. If she recalled correctly, she was now facing the elaborate scrolled footboard. There would be leather cuffs above her head, chains hanging on each side, and a ball gag hanging from a finial.
He made her stand there, motionless for what seemed like an eternity until she wanted to beg and plead with him to torment her with his hands and cock, not his eyes. She stood for so long in her black, six-inch, spike heels that the muscles in her calves began to twitch. The more she tried to relax her weary legs, the more they rebelled. But still he made her wait, each second an agonizing eternity. She knew he was counting each twitch, storing them in his memory to be added to her punishment.
There was a soft noise, barely a whisper of sound, but she knew what it was. Trembling, she waited for the coiled whip to bite into her buttocks. When the intense sting of pain finally came, she thanked him as she exhaled. A second lash was closely followed by a third and then a fourth. With each strike she thanked him for his time, his efforts and his attention.
Finally, he approached her and stoked her reddened ass cheeks. Biting her lower lip, she prayed he would take his huge hand and…
She jolted as his open hand impacted on the tender flesh. She thanked him willingly.
Her arms jerked as he raised her hands above her head, buckling them into leather restraints. She knew she would soon welcome the support of the leather wrist cuffs. He had promised a severe punishment for her tardiness this afternoon. Construction and a traffic accident were no excuse. She knew she should have called, but truth be told, she welcomed his punishments and had turned off her cell phone intentionally.
Spreading her legs apart, he once again brought the flat of his hand down hard. She sucked in air and thanked him. One after another the blows rained down until she thought she would pass out. Just then, she heard him take a step forward.
A sharp cry wrenched from her throat as his hand pushed into her dripping pussy. He called her a slut, a dirty whore and a cunt. She smiled and answered him the only way she could, she agreed. He sent his hand deeper into her hole and began to pump his fist. In seconds her need to come had wiped everything else from her mind.
She begged and pleaded with him to let her come, to please let his dirty slut come. Laughing, he made her wait, one minute stretching into two then five. Tears streamed down her face as he pumped her pussy but denied her release. Suddenly, the exquisite pressure and pain was gone. She moaned in disappointment, knowing the sound would bring its own punishment.
His thick fingers grabbed her swollen ass cheeks, nails digging in. As he pulled them apart, she had only that for warning as his hard cock slammed into her back hole. She screamed as the fiery pain met the pleasure building in her pussy and broke over her. She shook and shrieked her thanks as he drilled her ass again and again.
Experience had taught them that she could achieve an anal orgasm and squirt simultaneously. She now realized that this was his goal for tonight and couldn’t believe her good luck.
She could feel the pressure building as his cock pumped her tight hole. The fingers of one hand found her clit and squeezed, adding to the oncoming wave.
Again she voiced a request to come. Again he denied her. She begged and pleaded for release. He would not relent. Her greatest fear was to come without permission. Her peak was approaching quickly. She fought it back desperately. The other hand released its grip on her ass and tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back towards his mouth. In his rough whisper he granted her heart’s desire.
Sobbing loudly, she came in a torrent of fluid and spasms. Her holes tightened, squeezing his cock until he came deep in her abused ass. Unable to control her body, she hung limply from the leather cuffs and wept tears of joy. She barely noticed when he took her down and carried her to the chaise. Laying her down, he tenderly cleaned her and held her in his arms while she drifted. Gradually she came back to him and reached up to place her hand on his cheek.
Perhaps she would forget to take out the trash tomorrow.