The knock on the door came at 7:23, twenty-three minutes later than it was supposed to come. It was par for the course with her. He actually doubted that she'd ever shown up anywhere on time her whole life.
She knocked again, and then it apparently dawned on her that she'd instructed him to sit naked in a kitchen chair, bind his ankles to the legs, and cuff his hands behind his back. She let herself in.
He watched her approach, observed her smile when she saw that he'd followed her directions and was, indeed, naked and bound to the chair. She carried a bag in her right hand and retrieved a blindfold from it. She stepped behind him, lowered the blindfold over his eyes, and pulled it tight. All was dark for him, and he felt his cock stir at the thought of what his Miranda was going to do to him. He felt her slowly run her nails down the nape of his neck and his back. He shuddered.
He felt the soft rubber of a ball gag at his lips and opened his mouth to let her insert it. She pulled it tight as well, and he felt the straps bite into the corners of his mouth. She raked her nails through his hair, over his scalp, and he shuddered again. She ran her hands gently over his furry chest and sunk her teeth into the fleshy part of his shoulder, behind the collarbone. He winced, and she pulled away, grinning at the lovely bite mark she'd left behind. She quickly stripped off her clothes and felt the wetness coating the tops of her thighs as she walked around to face him.
Miranda pulled out a set of nipple clamps and heard his sharp intake of breath when she attached them to his nipples. She tugged roughly at the chain between them and watched in fascination as his cock grew rock-hard. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed.
"Mmmm," she purred at him, "this looks so good."
She carefully lowered herself into his lap, impaling herself with his hard cock. She moaned and ground her hips against him.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Don't even think about cumming until I give you permission," she growled at him. He nodded again.
She squeezed him tightly with her inner muscles and began to move up and down on his cock. She wrapped her arms around him, already very close to orgasm. She rode him hard--her own personal, living, breathing dildo. He tried to thrust up inside her, but between his bonds and her weight in his lap, he couldn't move. She squeezed him again and came, scraping her nails down his chest, digging them deep into his flesh. A bit of blood appeared in the red, angry lines, and she licked it away, feeling herself grow even wetter than before. Her newly acquired power over the one who usually controlled her was intoxicating.
Miranda fucked him hard...or, more accurately, fucked herself hard with his cock. She clung tightly to him with one arm and slipped her other hand between the two of them. She captured the chain between his nipple clamps and yanked. She heard his breathing grow ragged.
"No," she whispered in his ear. "You may not cum while I'm enjoying your cock." She punctuated her words with another yank on the chain.
He struggled to obey her order. The head of his cock was being rammed against her cervix with every move she made. Her inner muscles alternately tensed and relaxed, gripping him hard with each stroke. He tried so hard to avert his thoughts, to hold back his impending orgasm, but it was nearly impossible with her torturing his sensitive nipples. She felt his cock twitch inside her.
"No," she warned him and jerked the clamps off, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep himself from orgasming inside her as the blood rushed back to the agonized tissue.
She was right. He came hard, spewing his seed deep inside her. She stood up.
"You are in so much trouble," she enunciated deliberately.
She set about untying his feet from the chair legs. Once they were free, she removed the ball gag and ordered, "Stand up."
He stood, still blindfolded. She guided him carefully to the bedroom and helped him lie down in the center of the bed on his back, his hands still cuffed behind him. She slowly positioned herself above him, one knee on either side of his head.
"Lick me clean," she commanded and lowered herself so that her dripping pussy touched his lips.
Obediently, he began to lick her, burying his tongue in her wet folds. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, tasting both her orgasmic fluids and his own. She squirmed a bit on top of him. He fucked her wet pussy with his tongue, in and out, in and out, until her body cried out for more. He touched her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, and she felt an electric-like shock passed through her. He attacked her clit more aggressively, and she came hard, gasping for breath.
The release gave her the chance to proceed farther with his punishment, even though he continued tonguing her wet slit. Miranda leaned forward to take his cock. He took that opportunity to lick her tight little rosebud. She gasped, but didn't let the pleasure he was giving her dissuade her from her task. She held a long length of shoestring in her hand, and, in short order, had it wrapped tightly around his cock and his balls. She tied the string off at the bottom in a neat little bow and ran her tongue along the underside of the head of his cock, coaxing it back to hardness to insure his maximum discomfort. She watched it grow as well as it could within its bonds. As he slurped away at her wet pussy, she thumped the head of his now deep purple cock quite hard and felt him flinch beneath her. She gave it a ruthless squeeze and sat up straight again.
After her first orgasm on his face, he'd started licking her hard little clit more tenderly. His gentle ministrations had her close to yet another orgasm. She ground her pussy against his mouth and came again, digging her nails into his already-sore nipples. She pulled away from him and sat down beside him on the bed. She leaned over to kiss him, to lick away some of her juices that were smeared across his face, and was surprised at the ferocity with which he kissed her back. She bit down hard on his lower lip as she pulled away from him. Blood rose to the surface of the skin in the middle of his lip. The sight of it caused the same reaction it had before in her--instant aggressive horniness. She licked the blood away, stuffed the ball gag back inside his mouth, and fastened it tightly.
"Turn over," she ordered him.
He complied quickly. She fished around in the floor until she found the pants she'd worn earlier. She stripped the belt away from them and folded it in quarters. The first blow fell on his left buttock. He yelped behind the gag, tried to squirm away. She promptly sat down across his lower back, effectively pinning him to the bed with her body weight. The next blow was harder and fell on the back of his right thigh. Each stroke was harder than the one that came before it. He struggled against the cuffs, against her, but to no avail. She flayed away at his ass and the backs of his thighs. He gave up the fight, realizing there was nothing he could do. She whipped him until she could no longer raise her arm to strike him again; then, she tossed the belt aside. She slipped off his back and ran her fingers gently over his bruised ass.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.
He nodded, trying to control his breathing. She grasped both buttocks hard. He gasped.
"Hurts even more now, doesn't it?"
