I was intrigued to see the new 'toy' he had bought me. We had always been adventurous together in bed, but this time he had told me that it was completely different.
I did as I was asked, and turned up to his house in only underwear, stockings and heels under a long black coat. I wore his favourite, a satin and lace, red and black bra with a matching thong. My stockings were black gloss with a red seam and bow running up the back of my legs, elongating them. The high, red stilettos made them look even longer. My coat tied only at the side, allowing him to easily undo the bow to reveal my figure underneath.
"Good girl," he whispered as he slipped the coat off my shoulders. He liked this underwear a lot. I smiled and began to walk towards him, but he stopped me, putting a finger to my lips. He produced a black satin blindfold and proceeded to place it over my eyes, tying it tightly so i could only see the faintest glimmer of light shining underneath it.
He led me forward and carefully guided me through a door and down some stairs. I could smell oils burning and feel the heat of a warmed room. He placed me in a chair and told me to sit still. Heard some rustling behind me and soon I found out what it was.
"Now tonight, I want you to only answer when I speak to you. It's part of your present. Tonight, I am going to be your master, and you, my slave." He whipped the blindfold off of me. By this point he had tied my wrists to the arms of the chair with silk ropes. He shimmied me out of my underwear and then proceeded to spread my legs wide before strapping my thighs and ankles down, on what I could now see was some kind of bondage chair. It had a seat that was in the shape of an arrow head, so that my legs could be parted and easy access allowed without anything to get in the way.
I looked around the room to see various new objects I had never seen before. There appeared to be a set of cuffs hanging from the ceiling, a table with many straps and chains, and a row of hooks with whips, gags and chains all hanging, ready to be utilised.
"Just relax honey this will be fun." I must have looked a little nervous. "Now to get started. For now, slave, I will start off easy on you and gradually increase the intensities. Just so we're clear, you are not allowed to come unless I give you permission. Do you understand me?" I nodded. Quick as a flash he reached up and grabbed a leather whip from a hook and brought it down across my thigh. I cried out in pain.
"You must always answer me with yes master or you will be punished. And will I have to gag you so I don't hear your cries of pain?"
"No master." I replied. He started to flick the whip he was holding lightly over my thighs, working his way towards my crotch. He intensified the lashings as he got further up my thigh; I struggled not to wince in pain. I was not used to this treatment.
"Let's try something a bit more interesting." At this point he whipped off my bra and then came over carrying some sort of chains and clips over. He found a chain choker and secured it around my throat. Hanging from this was a chain each side with a clip on the end. I found myself gasping in pain as he clipped one onto each of my nipples and I received the whip across my breasts for making a noise. He scuttled off to somewhere behind me, only to come back with a leather, studded ball gag. It fastened tightly around the back of my head, there was no way I could utter a sound now.
The stinging on my nipples was excruciating, but as I received my whipping across all of my body, I started to find I was beginning to enjoy the sensation. I liked being this submissive and I could feel my pussy starting to get very wet at the thought of what he might do to me next. He placed the whip down and started to tug gently on the chains attached to my nipples. A longing sensation travelled down my body and into my pussy where it began to throb with longing.
Here he put a clip on my clit. It vibrated slightly, and I did not know how I was going to last before I was overwhelmed with orgasm after orgasm.
"Now, you are not to orgasm until my entire fist is in your pussy. If you come before I have said, you will receive thirty lashings." He slowly stroked my pussy lips, teasing me as he slid one finger just inside, feeling how wet I was. He reached up inside me with his finger and tickled my G-spot, now oversensitive from the buzzing I could feel on my clit. He entered another finger inside me and began probing me gently, my pussy juices flowing out over his hand as I tensed in an effort not to come. He could sense my efforts and withdrew his fingers, tasting them to let me recover slightly.
This time he returned with all four fingers, a shock to my tight little pussy which had not yet opened up. But I found that it was more than capable of stretching to accommodate his big hands. He once again stroked my G-spot and I was tantalisingly close to climax. He gently pushed his fist up inside me and held it there still for a moment. I felt myself shake, overcome by my orgasm and he thrust his fist inside me deeply, encouraging my climax. As I stopped shaking he brought his hand to my face.
