Vanessa heard Ian open and close the front door across the house and quickly ran, naked, into the bedroom. She closed the door as softly as she could, her heart beating wildly against her chest. She was supposed to be in Ian's bedroom ten minutes ago, but she was busy putting makeup on her face to look beautiful to him. Now she was late, and Ian was going to punish her if he heard her not exactly where she needed to be when he walked in.
She tried to calm her breathing, and just as her heart rate went down, she heard Ian's footsteps behind the door, and it sped back up again. She knelt down, her back facing the door, and put the blindfold over her eyes. The doorknob slowly turned. The anticipation was killing her. He opened the door and she made a point not to turn towards him, despite being blindfolded. She remembered what happened last time.
Ian was silent as he closed the door and walked around her. She heard him opening and closing drawers, then heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone. She felt him in front of her. Suddenly, Ian took the blindfold off of her and tossed it aside.
"Hello, Vanessa."
Her big blue eyes looked up into his hazel ones. "Hi." She smiled.
Then she noticed the three things in his hands. His belt, a flogger, and a hair tie.
He handed the pink hair tie to her and she took it, putting up her dark auburn hair in a tight ponytail.
Ian smiled and took the remains of his clothes - his boxers - off. He tossed the belt on the bed and watched as her eyes followed it.
"That," he said. "Is for your punishment if you get out of line."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, what are your safewords?
"Green, Yellow, Red."
"Good girl."
She then noticed what else was on the bed. Lots and lots of leather.
"Oh," Ian said, as if just remembering they were there. He picked up the strapless leather dress that had a rather large V in the cleavage, size small. She also noticed a pair of fishnets and size 6 ½ black stilettos.
"Stand." Ian said and she obeyed. "Put them on. I want to fuck you in them."
Vanessa instantly blushed and Ian started towards the door.
"I will be back in two minutes if those are not on, expect to be punished."
She gulped. "Yes, sir."
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Exactly two minutes later, Ian stepped back in, a glass of red wine in his hand. He set it on the end table and turned to look at his sub. He instantly hardened at the sight. She looked so damn fuckable.
He walked over to her and tilted her chin up. "I see you put makeup on for the occasion."
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"It looks beautiful."
She smiled brightly. "Thank you."
Ian patted her head. "You're very welcome, pet."
He sat on the bed, and invited her to come over to him. She immediately obeyed. He suddenly grabbed her and bent her over his knee. Vanessa braced herself for the blow, but it never came. Instead, Ian was rubbing the backs of her fishnet-covered thighs. He moved his right hand up over her exposed ass. The leather dress was just short enough that it barely covered her. He gently squeezed her almost-bare bottom and moaned in appreciation.
He stood her up and kissed her forcefully.
"I'm only semi-hard, pet." He mumbled against her lips.
She didn't have to be told twice. As he lay back, she knew exactly how he wanted her. She was on all fours on the bed beside him, her ass facing him and her mouth down towards his dick.
She gripped him in her hand and began stroking a little, then bent to lick at his tip. She took the head into her mouth and sucked softly, earning a moan from her master. He began stroking her head as she took him deeper the harder he became. She was hesitant, but greedy. She tried to take him down, but Ian could tell that she was afraid of her gag reflex.
"That's it, baby girl. Keep going."
