It was seven pm on a Friday night. I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes, wearing a sexy French Maid outfit Master Tristan picked out for me. Sometimes he would sit and watch me while while I did chores, but tonight he was upstairs, quite possibly preparing for a very interesting night.
Friday nights are our date nights. Most Fridays, I make us dinner and Master Tristan cooks up a kinky sex scene for dessert. I tingled with excitement as I thought about what might happen tonight. Even though I was facing the kitchen sink, my ears were focused on the stairs behind me. A squeak near the top alerted me that he was coming, so I set the plate down and turned to look for him. He strode gracefully down the stairs. I smiled at him, admiring his thin, muscular body, on display more than usual tonight in a black leather vest and dark jeans.
"Hello beautiful. Keep working."
"Yes, sir." I turned back to the dishes, very conscious of him as he crossed the room toward me.
Big, strong hands slid across my sides and over my breasts, gliding over the satiny fabric of my costume. I moaned, but continued scrubbing the plate, then put it in the dishwasher. He massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. As his hands roamed my body, he kissed the nape of my neck, first tenderly and then aggressively. I leaned into him as his lips and teeth claimed me, trying futilely to focus on finishing the dishes. He flipped up my skirt and slapped my ass, once on each cheek. I squealed in pain and delight. Then he strolled over to the kitchen table to watch me work.
A few minutes later I put the last oversized pot in the drying rack. I wiped my hands on the towel and brushed my hair away from my face, and then turned toward my Master.
"Good girl. Now, get on your hands and knees."
"Yes, sir." I knelt and put my hands on the floor in front of me.
"Come here." He stood to watch as I crawled toward him. I wasn't wearing nylons with my outfit because he made me do this so often. After I reached him he scratched my head, then lead me up the stairs.
The comforter had been removed from the bed and folded on the floor, exposing the soft crimson sheets. To the right of the bed was our weight bench. It was one of the very simple flat leather benches with sturdy metal legs--perfect for restraining someone or fucking doggie style. One of our pillows had been placed on the floor in front of it.
"You've been a good girl this week, so I'm going to let you have your vibrator. Stand up and take off your clothes for me." Master Tristan watched as I took off my costume and set it aside; then he picked up a rope and my rabbit vibrator off the bench. Now that I was standing, I could see a flogger, arm and leg cuffs, and a leather belt lying on top of it. I grinned in anticipation and waited for his instructions.
He approached me with the toy. "Spread your legs."
He inserted the vibrator and tied it in place but didn't turn it on. He ordered me to put on the arm and leg cuffs, then called me over to a hook secured in the ceiling. The hammock chair that normally hung from it had been taken down and replaced with a loop of rope. Master Tristan snapped my wrist cuffs to the rope and tightened the loop until I was pulled just slightly off the ground. I could take the strain off my wrists by standing on the balls of my feet, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold myself like that for long before my ankles got tired and my feet began to ache. The helplessness of my situation made my groin tingle. My muscles clenched around the vibrator and my stomach began to do flips. I loved every second of it.
He clipped my ankle cuffs together, and told me, "Don't move, and don't make a sound." Then he kissed me, and the fun began. A hand struck my ass.
*Smack*
Pain flared up, followed by a soft tingle of pleasure. I closed my eyes, concentrating on being calm and accepting all the sensations my master was giving me.
*Smack*
The pain made me clench my muscles and heightened my excitement. Master Tristan spanked my ass and thighs repeatedly until they began to sting and burn. My pussy spasmed with every impact and I began to slip into subspace--the pain and pleasure became a fog of sensation overwhelming my mind. I struggled to keep myself silent and still as my body demanded that I react. The bite of a flogger on my ankles almost startled a yelp from my throat.
