I approach the door with apprehension and the growing awareness of the moisture seeping into my panties. I was sure my arousal was obvious to the couple that I passed on the stairs. I notice the door is white with two locks and the number four. I knocked on the door although I knew he was approaching from the sound of the footsteps on the other side of the door. Suddenly the door was thrown open.
He stands aside for me and ushers me in, "why are you here he asks?"
"To submit" I reply.
He nods to me and says "remove the coat then."
I stand there in my corset dress stockings and heels shivering slightly although the room is warm, I was very aware of the faint scent of my arousal.
Without warning I felt his hand in my hair and he pulls my lips to his and kisses me roughly while tugging my hair hard. His teeth fasten gently on my lip and bite down gently not breaking the skin but painful.
He leads me into the sitting room, two mock leather couches frame the room and in the centre a small table. On the table a quilt to protect it or me, I don't know.
Attached to each of the legs are loops of red rope obviously to aid tying. To the right the toys are laid out, a small crop, a lightweight flogger, a brown leather strap thick and ten inches long, and a whippy cane.
He instructs me to place my toy bag next to the implements and to lay my toys out.
As I turn back his hand cups the crotch of my panties and he smiles "what a wet slut we are".
His hand slides inside my waist band and the other hand pulls my hair hard as his lips find mine again. I let out a soft whimper as his fingers find my sex. I feel two fingers penetrate me hard without warning. Before I have time to react they are removed and they are slipped into my mouth.
"Take them off" he instructs, I obey quickly and place them in his out stretched hand. He raises them to his nostrils and breaths deeply. "They are saturated slut," he says, he rubs the crotch over my mouth and nostrils and I inhale proof of my desire.
"Open" he says and eases the panties into my mouth placing a square of gaffer tape over my mouth. "We need to get you warm" he says as he pushes me over the back of the nearest settee, the back of the settee is under my stomach and my head hangs down to the seat. My dress is rucked up and hangs down my back cutting out the light.
The first slap of the hand is almost gentle but makes me jump, gradually the pressure increases and settles down to a moderate slapping of my arse, "that's better" you hear him say, "reddening nicely".
Suddenly the door opens and I was turned to face the back of the cupboard. The cane lashes my rear hard, once twice three times and just as suddenly the door closes, and I feel tears of pain in my eyes.
The door opens again and my hands are untied from the slats above my head and I am half dragged from the cupboard into the bathroom next door, "thank you" I mumble until I was pushed over the bath side with my legs still bound.
The butt plug is pulled non too gently from my arse. My bladder protests as I feel your cock slide into my arse with force. "Good girl" he mutters, he groans and pulls me onto my knees removes the condom and places his cock in my mouth thrusting it to the limit deep into my throat.
He groans and pinches my nostrils as I gag and I feel his cum discharge deep in my throat. My strained bladder gives way and urine soaks my legs and floor as his cum warms my throat. I start to black out when the pressure on my nostrils is released. I splutter as his cock is removed from my airway and I taste his salty cum at the back of my throat. "Clean it" he commanded. I lick the remaining cum from the head and the shaft still gasping for breath with tears in my eyes from his recent choking.
He throws my panties to me and says "clean the floor of all that piss. Don't wash your self. Join me in the lounge when you are done."
I join him in the lounge catching sight of myself, my mascara which has run giving me panda eyes, he looks up from the paper, "what a mess, lay over the table".
I lower my breasts to the table and my hands are fastened to the top corners. My ankles are tied to the bottom of the near legs with my knees and thighs tied together. I cannot move apart from being able to clench.
He moves into my eye line and is putting on a latex glove and I worryingly notice that he has a tube of lube in his right hand. He moves out of sight and a lubed finger quickly followed by another invades my arse.
Carefully he lubes my arse, this is worrying as he would not normally bother. I feel a pressure and what appear to be my butt plug is inserted. I breathe a sigh of relief, however unusually he he unexpectedly seals it in place with gaffer tape!
The flogger cracks on my cheeks and I jump, gradually the pace builds up and to my horror I feel the inside of my arse burning.
The pain intensifies and a grinning face appears. "Sweetness, you are squirming is something wrong?"