The new restaurant had the standard dim lighting that some restaurant owners thought went well with sexy waitstaff and a distinct lack of interest in the food's taste. He and his date were led to a decent table near a fireplace. The heat was welcome on this cold winter night.
Their waitress appeared, looking perky and sexy, without vamping out, unlike too many of her coworkers. Her face was that of an angel, with long corn silk hair, and a warm smile. The short French skirt revealed legs that could do with a closer examination. All in all, she looked far tastier than the menu. The standard low cut blouse revealed perfectly sized and shaped breasts, with the nipples' outline just visible in the tight top.
His date was noticeably pissed when the waitress appeared. What made it funnier was that the waitress was doing her best to make herself noticed, without getting fired. Sarah was her name. Several times Sarah made sure that his meal and drink were just right, while she forgot that his date was even sitting at the same table. This woman showed promise.
When the bill appeared, he saw a folded slip of paper under the credit card. Name, phone number and a smiley face. Well, that was strike one. A SMILEY FACE? She would have to pay for that.
That night he was distracted. Finally in the morning, his date limped off, unhappy that she did not earn his full attention. Still, a bit of oral, then vaginal, then a deep anal examination, followed up by her gentle licking and cleaning, and he was almost happy. Her bruises on her butt shone nicely in the bathroom light.
They promised to call each other, but Link knew better. Vanilla ice cream just got boring too fast. This girl was just like that.
Sunday arrived, and he knew that Sarah had the day off. She managed to tell him that much. He dialed her number.
"Hello?" He recognized her voice at once.
"Hi, Sarah. We met last night. Remember me? Link?"
"Oh hi!, I wasn't sure that you would call. I'm glad that you did."
"Sarah, I am free today, and I was wonder. . ."
"I'd love to. I'm free all day."
He almost laughed at the anxious way she talked.
"Good, then come to my place. But I have to warn you, I have strong tastes."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say I like control, even physical control."
There was no answer. The silence grew longer until finally he heard her breath.
"Ok, where do I go?" Her voice sounded a lot shakier. Oh well, she would soon learn. he told her when and where.
At noon, the bell rang. He let her in. He helped her off with the coat, and saw that she was way too well bundled. All that beautiful skin was covered. That would have to change.
"Sarah, now, for the next three hours, you will do everything I ask. Then, you will have a half hour to have me do anything that you want. Deal?"
Her face said it all. This was way too fast, way too heavy and probably way too scary for this girl. 26, slender, a great butt, and long legs, and breasts that were at least a handful and more than a mouthful. And from KANSAS no less. The big city ate these girls alive, and Link was glad to be doing the eating.
Finally, she nodded, with a jerky motion, afraid of what would happen next.
He ordered her downstairs. His basement was outfitted with a great plasma screen, video cams, and a whole variety of restraints and strange devices. He was proud of his work. This was all homemade. Wood, leather, chains, steel bars, and all strong enough to hold the weight of three adults. He knew that from experience. Those twins still called and asked for repeat performances. They were sweet and cute.
"Take it off. All of it."
Sarah began removing her top. He was right. They were perfect breasts. Link could never decide whether he was a neck, leg or breast man, especially when the perfect butt walked by. Pert, large, and upstanding, he saw that the areolas were light pink and without a blemish. He smiled. That would change, too.
By the time her jeans and undies came off, she was shaking. He kept it warm down here, so Link knew that it was fear. But, fear made it even more fun. He told her to lay down on the movable table, face down. She did. He took her left leg and laced it closed in a leather and chain tether. He did the same with the left arm. He hit the button and she began to rise, enough for him to pull out the table. She cried out from fear and surprise. He grabbed a horse crop, his favorite for close in work. He poked at the nipples and watched as they began to get hard.
"But, I . . . I don't . . . I never have! I'm a virgin," she stammered out.
"You're 26 and a virgin?" he demanded.
"My father is a baptist minister and very strict."
WHACK across her left breast. She was so shocked that she couldn't make a sound. WHACK right on her right nipple. This time she screamed. The horse crop was such a great tool. She tried to cover her breasts with her free arm, but even so, he could see the red mark rise up. From her expression, she finally realized that she was tied up for good and could not escape.
He slowly walked behind her and WHAP across her butt. What a perfect butt. Bouncy, strong, and also unmarked. For now. Then a second, then a third time. By this time she was sobbing.
Link examined her closely. Too much hair. He pushed the button and raised her even higher. He pulled out his shaving kit: a table, a bowl of water, soap, a straight edge and an electric razor.
"Sarah, do you know what I am going to do now?"
She sobbed no.
"Do I have your permission to shave you?"
She nodded yes, again in a jerky manner.
He used the electric to remove most of her hair. Her vaginal lips seemed too perfect, too unused. He inspected her closer and slipped in a finger. Damn. She was intact. Amazing. After the razor, he soaped her up and stropped up the straight edge. Carefully, so as not to cut her most sensitive skin, he removed the last signs of hair between her legs. Then, he wiped her clean and examined her again. Gorgeous. He noted, with a smile, that all his attention had gotten her aroused. The lips were swelling gently, and he saw the nub of her clit start to pop out.
"That's a good girl, a very good girl." He coaxed her clit out more, with his tongue, then his thumb. It was growing nicely, and Sarah soon could not stop herself from moaning. He took out a clothes pin from his pocket, and clipped it to her large hard clit. Sarah groaned in what seemed to be both pain and pleasure. He moved to her breasts. First, a scented oil, especially on the red stripes that lined each breast. Soon, she was moaning again. He found himself getting hard, what with such soft, yet firm breasts in his hands. He concentrated on the left, or top breast. Soon, her nipple was as hard as a rock. He took out a black metal paper fastener and clamped it on her hard nipple. Another muffled scream. He did the same to the right breast.
Now, she was ready.
