John laid in tense anticipation. He had been told to be naked and on the bed and waiting for her when she came upstairs, and he knew better than to disappoint. Minutes passed before he heard the door swing open and the soft steps of his mistress enter. He tried to still his pounding heart as she approached.
"I knew I could count on you, my pet." She said proudly as she approached. Her hand tangled in his hair and pulled. His breath caught in his throat as he started to sink. Nails trailed lightly up and down his chest before digging in painfully. A soft gasp and the nails moved on, back on their teasing journey.
Anne was an imposing figure, long hair pulled back in a ponytail. A tight leather corset showed off her pale cleavage. Plain black underwear seemed to clash with the soft leather above, but on a closer look a black ring in the crotch betrayed their purpose. Short heels clicked across the wooden floor of their playroom as she stalked around him like a huntress.
Her hand closed around his neck, admiring how he squirmed in her hand. She released him and he looked up to her, his eyes pleading for more. With a chuckle she pulled a blindfold from the drawer and slid it over his eyes. Robbed of his sight, he lost the ability to anticipate what was coming next. Her hands roamed over him. Nails scraping up his side, then pinching a hard nipple, then drifting down to brush against his twitching cock.
Without warning there was a whistle in the air and a riding crop came down hard on his chest. The surprise of the stinging smack arched his back from the bed and pulled a groan from his throat. The riding crop kept him on his toes as it joined the mix of soft touches and rough grabbing. Her hands would roam, then a few stinging smacks from the crop, then back to teasing again.
A few minutes of teasing and he was a panting mess. With a grin Anne patted his leg. "Flip over pet." He obediently rolled to his stomach, hands above his head, legs slightly spread. The riding crop came down almost immediately, leaving a stinging red mark on his ass then drawing back for another swing. A few quick swats to warm him up and her footsteps drew away from the bed and back.
The next blow to land was heavy and thick, a solid paddle clapping against his ass. He made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, but barely had time to process before the paddle came down again on the other cheek. A few strikes in and the pain was building. Each smack of the paddle was accompanied by a groan. A few minutes of this and his ass was a vibrant red and burning. Anne smiled at her handiwork. Time for the real fun to begin.
She gathered the toys she would need, then raised him to all fours with a gentle hand on his hip. He obediently presented his neck as she placed the leather collar around his neck and tightened it. Next to follow was a simple ball gag pulled tight, then finally a leash clipped to the front of his collar. Soft leather cuffs closed around his wrists, linked together by a short catch. Looking at her bound lover, Anne smiled as she ran a hand across his heated ass.
She attached a realistic, veined, and imposing eight inch dildo to the ring on the front of her panties. It stood proudly at attention on her crotch as she moved behind her slave. She doused it in lube and placed the head against his exposed asshole. Her hands came to rest on his hips as she asked sweetly, "Are you ready baby?" He nodded quickly, a needy sound sneaking from around the gag.
