He had just moved up to Provo, Utah from Texas. His new supervisor position at the call center was generous in the money department, but the social settings of Utah and Salt Lake City were nearly unbearable. Paying to become a "club" member to drink "beer" was nearly intolerable. And once winter set it, trips to Nevada, Wyoming, & Colorado were nearly impossible.
He missed the nearly limitless supply of hot, young women he was exposed to in Texas, and working at the call center there provided him with countless opportunities to explore different aggressive, sexual relationships. Most of the women he was meeting were nice, Mormon girls who often wanted to drag him to meetings. He hated it. He knew there were non-Mormons in Utah, and he had to find some to hang out with. He turned to the internet.
After a few weeks online, he knew a few folks in SLC who were as bored as he was, and they liked to hang out and party. Unfortunately, his newfound friends were married, and at the end of the night he'd take the long drive home alone.
As the second winter of his time in Provo approached, he dreaded having another long winter set in. Once summer hit, he spent more and more time climbing and camping in Wyoming and Montana. The bars were rowdy but fun, and the people were always friendly. Besides, he wasn't one of the Yellowstoners, the group of people who head to Yellowstone each year. He just wanted to be away from Utah as long as he could.
September landed with an early snow, and soon the roads were the normal crappy selves they were in winter. Back on the internet he went, now aggressively searching personals sites for women. Again, most responses he got were Mormons, but one new response piqued his curiosity. Her name was Pam, and she was an older woman working in SLC. She wasn't Mormon, and she'd been divorced for 10 years. She was, for all intents and purposes, a single woman looking for some fun.
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Pam found him online. His personal ad was full of anger, and she was amused that the source of the anger was his career in Utah. She emailed him, told him to relax, and said that sex was readily available—if he knew where to find it. Naturally, she got a response back, but this one was unapologetic. He hated Utah, and if he had to spend another winter here, he'd explode.
They chatted for a while online. She wasn't sure what kind of kink he was into, but their chats would often drift to the sexual nature. Finally, he just typed it out for her. 'When I was in Texas, there were a bunch of young women I introduced to bondage. Now, I feel like I'm in bondage.' Immediately she felt warm inside. 'Were you dom or sub?' she typed back. 'Dom. I don't know why I ever left.' Pam was intrigued and had to find out more. She said she wasn't very experienced in bondage, an outright lie, but he seemed responsive. After another hour of chatting, she agreed to head up to see him next weekend. She was off work, and so was he, and from Friday to Sunday they were going to experience each other.
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He told her to enter by the backdoor and read the note he had left. She had no trouble finding the place, and arrived at 8:50, ten minutes before he said to arrive. She entered the backdoor and found the note.
"Welcome, Pam. For this weekend, you will call me Master when you speak, but only with my permission. I will call you pet. Read what I have here for you and sign it. It is our contract. It contains information on safe words and what you will absolutely not do and what you will do. Also, there is a menu for you. Choose what you want at what meal. After that, head downstairs and change into what I have provided you. I will be with you shortly." She completed the forms and headed downstairs, quickly stripping off her clothes. She found a corset and a collar laid out for her, and she fit into both. Her C-cup breasts hung over the leather, and her pussy and ass were exposed. The downstairs was a cozy temperature, and she headed towards the rug where she was to lie until he arrived. It was a older throw rug, with a water dish filled nearby.
Soon, he came downstairs. She stretched out, her butt touching the cold concrete. She jumped a bit and soon found him standing over her. He was wearing a mask. His chest was hairy and exposed, and he was in denim jeans. "Welcome, pet. Since this is your first time, I will give you a run through on what will happen. Tonight, I will introduce you to punishment. You have done nothing wrong, but it is best you know what will happen if you do. Tomorrow, we can begin the pleasure." He leaned down and attached a lead to the collar. "Now, Pam, come." She crawled on the concrete after him to a sawhorse, the top covered in a leather cushion. He took two arm-length gloves and slid them on her. Each had a ring on the wrist. He attached two leads from the floor to each arm-ring. "Stay," he commanded. She felt two leather restraints tie around her ankles. She looked down to see him spread her legs and hook each ankle to a bolt on the floor. She was spread now, and could feel her pussy moisten with anticipation. He then slid the blindfold over her eyes. She licked her lips and began breathing hard when she felt the tugging at her arms. Suddenly, there was a yank and she was pulled down over the sawhorse, her waist pressed to the padded cover, her arms restrained, and her ass straight in the air.
"There are three degrees of punishment on the Horse, pet," he said. "First, degree is a spanking." She felt his hand smack her ass five times, each time, harder. The pain sent shivers down her spine, but it was more pleasurable than painful. "Next, is the flog." She then felt him land the stinging tails of his flog against her ass. A tear streamed down her cheek. The flog was more painful, but the fire inside of her still raged. She needed his touch more now. "Finally, is the paddle. This is the most serious of punishing devices, so I will give you only one touch of it." She braced herself and felt the studs on the paddle slam against her flesh. She cried out. As the pain subsided, she found herself quivering, more with desire than ever before.
"No crying out when punished, pet. That will just get you more punishment. As this is the demonstration, I shall let it pass." He left her for a few moments, and she straddled the Horse, wondering where he could be. Soon she felt something cold press against her ass. She almost cried out in shock. It was some kind of cream, and his hand rubbed it in.
"Now, pet, this is yours to keep," he said, and she felt him spread her cheeks and slowly insert a butt plug into her. She jumped with surprise for a moment, then, recognizing it for what it was, pushed back into it, until it settled into place. Then she heard him approach and stand in front of her. She craned her neck upwards and could see his cock was erect. He brushed her brown hair aside and offered her the six-inch piece of meat. She licked the head and slowly sucked what she could. It was such an awkward position. Soon her neck began to ache, and she moaned as she licked and sucked it.
"Tonight, this is the only contact we will have. You will need your rest for tomorrow," he said, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She gagged a moment, as the head of his cock pinned her tongue, then began sucking and licking harder. He began to moan, then removed his cock and shot his cum over her face. She licked up what she could, trying to please, but the hand restraints and angle she was at made it impossible.
"Good," he said, releasing her arms. "Don't wipe it off. It is a sign of a good pet." The gloves slid off and she felt the buckles undone. She was led to her rug, where she curled up. He brought another bowl of water, then tied her lead off. "Lay down here. I expect you to drink both bowls of water. Tonight, no orgasms or going to the bathroom. You must wait until tomorrow. Sleep well, pet," he said, and left Pam alone in the basement. Her ass still hurt, but she didn't want to go through a paddling again, so she drank all of the water out of the bowls and then nodded off.
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She awoke with an urgent need to pee. She looked about for a safe place to piss, but with the lead attached to the wall, she wasn't sure if she could hide the evidence anywhere. She sat down into a lotus position, fighting the urge to go. It was all she could think about for the half hour before he came downstairs. She looked at him, knowing she wasn't to speak, with pleading eyes. In his hands was a small tray, and scrambled eggs with toast and orange juice. "Here's your breakfast, pet. Eat up, you'll need it." She had no utensils, so her hands scooped up the eggs to her mouth. He walked around as she ate, looking for any signs of misdeeds. She watched him nervously, and soon her breakfast was done, but her urgent need to pee hadn't left. He took the tray from her and walked upstairs. Soon he was back, and unhooked the lead from the wall. "Come, pet." She obediently crawled to a table and hopped up on it. It was on a center pivot, but was currently locked in position. "Lay down, pet." She did and noticed the hole cut in the middle of the table. The fabric was a comfortable plastic, and her ass fit well into the hole. A small trough ran from between her legs, and he adjusted it, so it fit well right under her pussy.
