The phone rings.
"Hello sweetmeat, I'm picking up my tools now 20 minutes."
"Yes Master." Click.
The call has become a code between us. Nothing needs to be said but you know what to do and you know no matter what else you will be ravished and sated before the evening ends. But first you have much to do in the 20 minutes you have available.
A quick look in the mirror makes you decide you are going to risk the extra minutes to shower quickly. Even this simple task reminds you of the life you have chosen. As you wash your breasts, cleansing them thoroughly the huge gold rings adorning each nipple slip through your fingers. The simple gold chain around your neck, to anyone but you and I, just a simple gold necklace, a first gift between lovers, to you and I a symbol, my mark of ownership, your collar. Only you and I know that there is no clasp, the chain was bought extra long and with my own hands I removed the clasp and repaired the chain around your neck. The only way the necklace will ever come off is to ruin the beautiful jewelry. Washing down over your stomach and on to your crotch the smoothly shaven lips slipping erotically through your fingers. Your mind darts to the time but you cannot resist giving each of the three rings nestled there a small tug.
A shiver runs down your spine but you know you have taken too much time in your own pleasure and will now have to rush to be ready. You rinse and hop out of the shower. Grab a big fluffy towel and rush to your closet drying as you go.
At the closet you pull out the black silk blouse and slide it over your shoulders without buttoning it. The black mini skirt slides up your thighs it is not the shortest skirt you own but you remember vividly that bending and fast walking are impossible without letting everyone see all of your charms. As you button the first few buttons of the blouse you slide your feet into a pair of black sandals with 3" heels. You have taller ones but since I didn't tell you what to wear you put on your favorites.
From a drawer you pull out a black silk scarf, 4 leather cuffs, 5 padlocks and reaching for the last item you pause. There are three ball gags in the drawer you remember me teasing that the smallest isn't even a challenge and you hate when I use the largest because it leaves your jaw sore after only a short period. You grab the middle one and head to the front door. You kick the rug aside revealing three "D" rings embedded in the floor. You suck the ball gag between your teeth and buckle it in place. You buckle the cuffs in place ankles and wrists then the blindfold. Working by feel only, you wish now you had checked the clock one more time before putting the blindfold on.
You sit down in the practiced position and snap the first padlock locking your right ankle to the floor then the left. You twist and lock your left wrist to your left ankle. Feeling between your legs you force your pussy down to the floor and slip the fourth lock through the ring in the floor and pause then lock it through both labia rings. You sometimes lock yourself down by your clit but you are so excited now you fear it would make you cum. That leaves the last lock this one is the hardest but with one hand you manage to lock your right hand to your right ankle.
Your breathing becomes fast as your cunt begins to drool, dreaming of what pleasure we might explore tonight. Then just as you hear my truck in the drive the phone starts ringing. Your head snaps in the direction of the phone knowing you can't answer even if you wanted to. Then my key in the door and a draft on your exposed cunt as the door opens wide.
You swallow hard as you picture what you look like from the street I have often told you no one can see and if they did by the time they took a second look the scene would be gone but it doesn't help your nervousness.
I close the door and pick up the ringing phone my hand stroking your hair.
"Hello"
"Yes Gloria of course I remember."
"No Vicky is a bit tied up at the moment."
"Well you can call back in a few minutes or I can help her get freed up enough to talk."
Your mind is screaming please don't be so close to the truth with my mother she will know for sure what we do, and NO I don't want to talk to her right now I WANT my MASTER. But you can't say or do anything. You hear the drawer opening and wonder what I could be doing stalling, making your Mother wonder?
Then I slip the headset to the cordless phone over your head adjusting the mic and removing your gag. As you begin talking to your mother I open the buttons on your blouse exposing your rock hard nipples. After toying with the rings a bit I hang a 1" brass bell on each nipple, then one on your clit ring. The bells are not heavy but you know from experience it takes very little movement to make them ring. I bend down and kiss your earlobe whispering hello pet I love you then go to the kitchen to fix myself an iced tea as I know your mother will have you on the phone for at least 20 minutes. I begin planning a chair that can be used in the same way. Then you could be locked down on the phone with mom and I could eat you out till you screamed in her ear mmmmmmm what a thought.
After fixing my glass of tea I come back and stand in the hallway watching you. I hear you tell your mother that is just his way. I chuckle knowing you are getting the third degree about what I told her. I drink half of my tea watching you and decide you are doing well and need no help so I go to the bedroom and strip for a shower.
Padding silently back through the hall I check on you one more time before getting in the shower. I shower quickly listening intently in case you need me. Getting to my manhood I give it a couple of soapy strokes just to make sure it is displayed to full effect then rinse and get out.
Hearing no sounds from the entryway I finish drying so I do not make a mess through the house. With the towel wrapped around my waist I pad to the end of the hall again. You seem to be through chatting, so I go to your side. When my hand touches your cheek you press against it, purring into my hand like a kitten with warm milk.
"How is Mother?" I ask as I step in front of you. I drop the towel and press my hard and still swelling member against your cheek.
"She's fine..... She knows you are kinky she just doesn't know HOW kinky or how much your sweetmeat loves it."
You turn and eagerly suck it into your mouth. The ensuing blow job is fast and urgent with no finesse, a starving mans first meal would have taken longer as you suck me to the root and proceed to fuck my cock like your mouth was an eager cunt. Your onslaught excites me to the point that I explode almost immediately. When you feel the first spasm of my cock you pull your head off of my manhood taking the rest of my load on your face and chest. I tip over the lamp on the entryway table and get the key that fits all of our locks.
You make such an erotic sight, bound there on the floor, your restraints nearly impossible to distinguish, fresh cum on your face and dripping from your nose, I decide I must have a picture so I rush to the bedroom for a camera. The digital camera makes no noise and the blindfold keeps you from seeing the flash, you have no idea I am taking pictures.
Satisfied with 4 shots I kneel down and release all of your locks. When you are freed of the floor I slip a padlock back through the rings in your labia and through the clit ring. Now every step you take will directly stimulate your sensitive clit. I notice you visibly shudder as the lock snaps shut.
I take your hand and help you to unsteady feet after being unable to move for so long. When you seem to have your balance I go to the bedroom to dress. Slacks, socks, a golf shirt and comfortable shoes and I am ready. When I return to the living room you are leaning against the entryway table. I take your hand and lead you to the garage. After getting you situated in the passenger seat of my antique convertible, I get in and retract the roof. Deciding not to bother with a boot cover I lean over and kiss you and remind you how sexy you are, while the garage door opens. When the door is open I back out and we are off. My hand drifts to your locked pussy while you wonder quietly where I could be taking you dressed as you are. The fact that I didn't leave you clean your face makes you wonder even more.
After meandering through city streets seemingly without direction I pull up in front of "Cupids Connection" a run down little shop with painted over windows and "Adults Only" advertised on the door. I give you a $100 bill.
"Now pet you are to go in the store and purchase no less than three items all items will be put to use before we return home. If you bring me any item useless to me, for instance a DVD since the car is not set up for it; you will be punished with 10 minutes of total nudity for every dollar spent on that item. You have 10 minutes. Every minute over 10 will result in 10 minutes nude." I unbutton another button and lift up one breast. I slip your drivers license under it trapping it there. "Now you are prepared in case they want ID." I check my watch "starting .....Now."
You jump out of the car and slam the door nearly running to the store. I get several good glimpses of your lovely ass as you cross the parking lot to the store. I sit dreaming up ways to make you cum for 10 then 12 minutes before I see you come back out of the store. Hurrying across the parking lot knowing you are late. As you open the door and lay your purchases in the car I tell you "13 minutes, strip, you owe me 30 minutes nude."
"Ok as soon as I get in" you respond
"NO, NOW" I say in my do not argue with me voice. You look across the car at me not sure if you heard me right. This is the first time I have been so blatant about exposing you to strangers. "Pet if you don't start stripping this instant you will be adding time besides adding punishment for disobeying me."
You take off your blouse and throw it in the back seat. Then you slide the skirt down your thighs and off. You begin to get in but, as I shake my head you slip your feet out of the sandals as well. Now as you sit down in the car I begin going though your bag.
The first item I pull out is a remote control egg. I open the package and install the batteries. Checking the operation it has a very nice pulse not quite strong enough to be a throb at low speed and makes my finger tips tingle on high. I lay the egg on the dash and pull out the next item a pair of 1 ½" ben wah balls. As I roll them in my fingers I discover these are not just balls but the original version with musical chimes built inside. I lay the balls in your lap resting against your padlock. I tug the lock then rubbing my hand slowly up over your body. Hefting your breast in my hand I flick the bell with my thumb making it jingle. Your nipples are huge rubber nubs by this point, your entire areolas puckered and your nips long and hard enough to hang a hat on.
You shudder as I blatantly toy with your body. I notice you lick your lips with desire, but not wanting to excite you too much too quickly I go back to the bag eliciting a sigh from you.
