Bound to Please

Bound to Please

Chapter 1

As he reclined in the sumptuous armchair there was an almost plaintive knock at the door. He ignored it. Ten seconds later it was repeated, only slightly louder.

'Enter', he said using his most masterful voice.

The door opened slowly and in she walked, slowly and softly with head bowed. He let her approach until she was six feet away.

'Stop right there, hands by your sides and look at me.' Her long hair framed her naturally pretty face as she raised her head. There was a look on her face, a mix of shame and embarrassment.

'So why are you here?' he demanded. She was trying to avoid direct eye contact.

'I have...' 'Look at me.' He interrupted in a loud voice. 'Now try again.'

She looked into his eyes and he was sure he could see a tear as in a quiet voice she uttered 'I have been a bad girl.'

He said nothing for at least twenty seconds with just his piercing gaze embarrassing her further. 'So why tell me that you have been a bad girl?'

With a burst of confidence she said loudly 'I should be punished', a short pause and she continued 'I must be punished', then in a soft voice 'I want to be punished.' As an afterthought she added a plaintive 'Please.'

He said nothing but looked her up and down. About five foot five in height, dark hair and a body best described as curvaceous with all the plump bits in the right places. He had never seen her dressed quite like this before, a purple silk blouse leaving him no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra and a black skirt that came to just above her knees. On her feet were plain black flat shoes.

'Turn around,' He ordered. She shuffled until she was facing away from him. 'Raise the back of your skirt.' She reached back and did as she was told. Her plain white panties were a perfect contrast to her skirt and covered a full but firm bottom.

Now to start her humiliation, 'Bend over,' He commanded. As she did so he quietly got up from the chair and silently approached her. The fabric of her panties stretched as she bent forward, the muscles in her legs tightened giving them a well-sculptured shape.

'So you want to be punished?' There was an uncontrolled flinch as he placed his hand on the back of her right thigh and slowly moved it up towards her plump cheeks. Her voice trembled as she answered 'Yes, I deserve to be taught a lesson.'

'I will decide if you should be punished'. His hand had now reached her cotton clad buttock. He left it there for a fraction of a second before slowly moving it back down.

'Stand up straight and clasp your hands in front of you', he said taking a step backwards. 'Now stay silent while I make my decision'

He went over to the far side of the room outside her field of view where a plain wooden hinged box stood on the floor. Opening the lid he removed a length of silk and a piece of soft white rope.

'I have made my decision', a short pause before he continued, 'You will have your wish and will be punished'. He was sure he heard her let out a sigh as he saw her shift her weight from one leg to the other, a sure sign that she was becoming aroused.

'Don't move' He commanded, as he took the length of silk and standing behind her put it over her eyes and tied it tightly so now she could not see. Moving in front, he bound her wrists together, leaving a six foot long length free.

'What are you going to do with me?' she asked. 'You will get exactly what you deserve young lady. You will stay quiet until I tell you otherwise.' With that, he took hold of the rope by the loose end and roughly led her into the next room.

'Kick off your shoes.' She complied, though with some effort. He picked them up and put them neatly near the wall. She felt the cold wooden floor through her soles.

'In front of you is a high chair, you are to lower yourself until you are lying across it, face down.' A few seconds later she was in position. 'You know what happens to naughty girls don't you?'

Not giving her a chance to answer, he took hold of the hem of her skirt and raised it ever so slowly until her pantie-clad buttocks came into view. Leaving her skirt raised around her waist she looked totally vulnerable.

He placed his right hand on her left buttock and lightly moved it around in small circles. Without warning he raised his hand and brought it down sharply before resuming the circular movement. He heard a sharp intake of breath as she tried desperately to stay silent. Just as she relaxed he spanked her twice more in quick succession. This time she made a small cry, which was rewarded with two more slaps, this time to her other cheek.

'That was just to get you warmed up. Now stand up.' With difficulty she slowly rose to her feet. He stood on the chair and put the end of the rope through an eye, which was fixed to a wooden beam in the ceiling, then made short work of tying it around her wrists.

He took away the chair and admired his handiwork. She now had her arms raised above her head, which made her breasts stand firm against her blouse. He knew that although she was obviously not comfortable, she could remain in this position for some time.

Chapter 2

She heard him leave the room. 'No', she thought, 'he wouldn't just leave me here.' She could feel a warm glow from her bottom and hoped he would punish her some more.

A couple of minutes later he returned and from the sound he was now standing right beside her. She felt him unzip her skirt and pull it roughly down her thighs, letting it drop to the floor. He then lifted one of her legs and then the other in order to remove it.

'If only you could see yourself right now, helpless and not knowing what is going to happen next'. He was now walking around behind her. 'Should I spank you some more?' She knew better than to answer. He continued to circle her stopping in front of her.

Without warning she heard a strange whooshing sound and at the same time flinched as she felt the jet of freezing cold water hit her blouse covered breasts. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but her nipples were instantly erect. The water had penetrated the fabric and trickled down her body, making her shiver as it soaked into her panties.

Seconds later, another short jet hit her breasts. This time she felt it course down her body and continue down her legs. 'Looks like you have been a very naughty girl and wet yourself.'

A third jet hit her pantie-clad buttocks, causing her to flinch again. She yelped as his hand followed it immediately making an audible slap. 'Dirty girl.' She then heard a whisper right in her ear; 'Your erect nipples tell me that you are enjoying this far too much.'

She felt the straps of her blouse bite into her shoulders, then heard a tearing sound as it was ripped off her body. The cool air of the room hit her wet naked chest. She was shivering, trying not to make a sound.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her left nipple as he flicked it hard. Just as the pain sub-sided her other nipple received a hard flick. 'Do you like that baby, does the pain turn you on?' She heard the faint tinkle of metal as a clamp was fitted to each nipple in turn. She felt the coldness on her stomach of what she guessed was a chain connecting the two clamps together.

Moments later he took hold of the chain and pulled it distending both her breasts. 'How do you like it now? Do you promise to be a good girl? You may answer.'

With a sharp intake of breath she replied with a quiet 'Yes'. 'I can't hear you.' Fighting against the pain she almost shouted 'Yes, I promise to be good.' He let the chain go and she felt what she guessed was his tongue gently flick across each nipple in turn.

'I'm not so sure I believe you.' 'Please sir, I will be good.' Inside she hoped this wasn't about to end as the worst that could happen was that the session ended in pure sexual frustration for her. Previously he had left her tied up in a totally aroused state, with her unable to climax, untying her a couple of hours later and kicking her out, naked with her torn clothes thrown from an upstairs window.

As this horror raced through her mind, she almost missed the whispered instruction. 'Open your legs like a good girl.' When she hesitated she felt three sharp slaps on her buttocks. 'I won't tell you again.' She opened them as far as they would comfortably allow.

'That's better.' He placed his right hand on her left thigh and slowly moved it up and down. 'Good girls should only feel pleasure, bad girls should only feel pain. Which are you?'

'Good girl, good girl.' She gushed. With that his hand continued further up and she felt a finger trace its way over the front of her panties which she thought being wet would leave little to his imagination. The finger was moving up and down, following the contours of her pussy. She felt her legs weaken and the ropes bite into her wrists as he continued to tease her sex, now pressing harder.

She felt blood rush to her pussy lips and that familiar tingling of pleasure which made her forget about her stinging bottom and painful nipples. He watched her as her head made a circular motion. He continued teasing her slit and gave an unseen wry smile as she started moaning. He knew that by now she was desperate to orgasm but he had much more planned before that would happen.

As her moans became louder he placed the fingers of his other hand on her back and moved them with a light pressure, almost tickling her. He felt her shift her weight, trying to push her pussy harder against his probing finger, causing her to arch her back, and almost her full weight pulling on the ropes.

For a few moments he let her revel in the feelings coursing through her body. 'Are you enjoying this, dirty girl?' She replied with a muted 'Mmm.' At which point he stopped teasing her pussy grabbed her panties and ripped them from her with one strong pull. He was pleased to see red marks where the cotton had dug into her flesh before giving way.

She felt him put his arms around her, place a hand on each buttock and pull her limp body towards him. She tried not to smile as she felt an obvious bulge press against her. Before she could grind her unsatisfied sex against it, his fingers and nails dug in and pulled her cheeks roughly apart. She felt the muscles around her arsehole tighten as he continued to add more pressure. Suddenly he let go and stepped away from her.

She felt him grab the rope above her and a second later she hit the floor as he had obviously cut it without any warning. 'I feel that you enjoyed that far too much.' He let her lie there for a few seconds while he cut the rope from her wrists. 'This is far from over my sweet, innocent baby.'

She felt him grab a handful of her hair and tug. 'Consider that the starter. You still have the main course to go and if you are really lucky, I might just allow you to have some dessert.'

The tug turned into a pull and she had to scramble to her knees to stop herself from being pulled across the floor by just her hair. 'That's it baby, crawl like a dog who has upset his master.'

She guessed by the fact she soon felt carpet under her hands and knees that he had half dragged her into another room.

Chapter 3

He carried on pulling her hair and leading her further into the new room until she felt he was enjoying her pain just a little too much, then all of a sudden he let go.

'Lie on your back with your legs closed,' he said sternly. 'What are you going to do with...' 'Shut up and do it,' he barked. She obeyed.

She heard soft footsteps as he walked away. For what seemed an eternity she lay completely motionless, her ears straining for any telltale sign of what was about to come next. She heard him return and before her imagination completely ran out of control she felt him lift her ankles and something soft, yet harsh against her skin. A matter of seconds later she knew her ankles were bound tightly together.

'Pull your feet towards you,' he commanded. Her knees were now up in the air. What she guessed was another piece of rope was bound tightly around her thighs. So tightly, she could feel it cutting into her flesh, almost but not quite cutting off the circulation.

The next instruction was to clasp her hands together over her head. Again her wrists were tied together, only this time he pulled the rope hard so her shoulders were pulled to their limit. The other end of the rope was tied to some immovable object beyond her head, as when she tentatively pulled there was no respite from the feeling of tension in her arms.

If she thought her legs, although bound, would stay free, she was very much mistaken. He pushed her knees until her feet were flat on the floor, The ropes if anything bit harder into her skin, and moments later they were under the same pulling tension as her arms. As almost a token gesture he gently raised her head and with the same slow movement he lowered it back down again. He had place what felt like a pillow underneath her.

What could he possibly do to her while she was trussed up like this, her mind was racing. She didn't have to wait long. She swore she could hear a faint buzzing sound. It got louder until she felt something cold on her right cheek.

'Poor baby, hog tied and vulnerable, possibly quite frightened. Let's see how much you can take,' he said ominously.

She could feel her neck tingle as he rubbed the tip of the hard metal vibrator gently up and down her throat, which soon filled with saliva. She swallowed with difficulty. Then she felt it make its way down until he was sliding it up and down her cleavage. There were delicious sensations as when it made contact with her tit flesh it felt like there were sparks coursing through her breasts.

It was when he touched one of her nipples with the toy for a brief second she felt her vagina begin to moisten. Her poor brain didn't know what to make of all the sensations she was feeling, pain from her arms and legs but an incredible pleasure from her breasts and pussy. All she knew was she liked this mixture of pain and pleasure.

The vibrator continued its way down her body until it was circling her navel. She had never felt so alive and was in wonder at how much of her body, he had shown her, could cause wonderful feelings with just the right stimulation.

Oh God, it was moving further down. How she wanted to be able to open her legs so he could stimulate her aching slit. This was obviously part of the agony. Her clitoris tingled and ached for more direct contact as she felt the vibrations from the wicked tool even though it was inches away.

Then he forced the toy between her tightly bound thighs so the shaft was directly against her pussy lips. She had not used sex toys herself but now she realised that she must have one of her own.

'You like it don't you?' he whispered in her left ear, then teased her lobe with his tongue. 'Look no hands.' She realised that the vibrator was jammed between her thighs so hard, it stayed in position on its own. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it hard while at the same time pulling hard on the nipple chain. She felt her breasts take on a conical shape as he continued to pull harder and harder distending them until the pain became almost unbearable. Her back arched with what little play the ropes allowed.

Just as she was about to scream, he let go and she collapsed back onto the floor. The vibrator was still buzzing between her thighs, but it didn't mask the sound of a zip. Moments later she had the breath knocked out of her as he had obviously put his full weight on her stomach. She felt something hot and solid on her skin. He roughly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together. Then there was something warm and wet, dripping into her cleavage.

'We could all do with a bit of lubrication.' She felt him push his rampant cock between her breasts. She only wished she could see the tip as it emerged from her cleavage, or to be able to raise her head in order to give it a lick or two. She knew that if he carried on until his climax, he would probably lose interest in her and she would be released, sore and frustrated.

He was definitely messing with her head. The vibrator was still doing its job titillating her pussy lips whilst he was roughly handling her breasts and pounding his hard cock between them.

'Look at you,' he gasped, 'My own little sex toy.' She felt the friction building, as his spit was now not enough to ease the passage of his pumping tool.

All of a sudden he stopped and she took a deep breath as the weight was removed from her abdomen. Seconds later she felt the vibrator pulled out from her now quivering thighs.

The tension on her arms was released, followed by that on her legs. He had undone the ropes from their unseen anchors. She hoped that he would untie the rest as the pain where they were digging into her thighs and ankles had gone beyond uncomfortable, but she dare not beg.

'On your knees.' He commanded. With difficulty she rolled onto her side and managed to raise herself up to a kneeling position.

'Hold out your hands.' When she had done so he untied them and before she could rub any circulation back into her aching wrists he issued his next order. 'Now put them behind your back.' He re-tied them just as tightly as before.

She felt something slap against her left cheek, then rub across her lips. It had the unmistakable smell and taste of aroused manhood. Then it was gone.

'Open your mouth.' She knew that she was not quick enough to obey as he dug his fingernails into her back and scratched upwards to the base of her neck. 'I said open your mouth and stick out your tongue.' She complied instantly with his second order. She felt his helmet slap hard several times on her tongue.

'Now lick it, bitch.' With her hands tied behind her, she tried to lick the shaft but it agonisingly waved about every time she made contact. He let her struggle for a while before it stayed steady and she was able to play her tongue up and down his impressive tool.

'Now suck my balls.' She managed to get one of his testicles into her mouth and gently sucked while teasing it with the tip of her tongue. She was sure she could hear him moan quietly.

There was a waver in his voice with his next order. 'Enough, now open wide and worship my cock.' She felt the tip, foreskin fully retracted, push past her lips so the helmet was just inside her mouth. She closed her lips tightly and played her tongue, in a swirling motion, all over his throbbing tip, pausing every now and then to probe the slit for several seconds. She paid particular attention to where the helmet met the shaft, as she knew this would drive all men wild. She loved giving oral and was proud of her technique. She wanted to make him cum, to show him what a good girl she was. She wanted to feel his cum in her mouth, swirl it around, before swallowing it, revelling in the way it would slide down her throat.

He let her continue for several minutes before he started to push further into her mouth. She could do so much more if she had her hands free.

Deeper it went until she could take no more. She pulled back slightly. He obviously didn't like that as he grabbed the back of her head, forcing her onto his cock. 'Take it, take all of it.' He kept pushing her head until he could get no deeper. He held her there, for what seemed like forever, until she had couldn't breathe.

As he released his grip, allowing her to move her head back, saliva from her gag reflex escaped from her mouth and dripped down onto her breasts. This respite was short lived as he forced her back onto his rock solid length, held her again, this time even longer until she moaned in submission. Even more saliva escaped and splattered against her flesh.

He eventually withdrew until just his helmet was in her mouth, letting her tongue him again. 'Now kiss it.' She let his tool escape and placed a kiss right on the very tip.