I was ringing the doorbell so that he lets me in, my knees shaking of excitement but the rest of my body standing tall in confidence. I pull my black shades off as he approached, my long taupe coat was covering most of my body. I climbed the stairs, he was behind me, I walked pass the door, he took my coat, guided me to the living room where I dropped my handbag, as I turned around and our eyes crossed for the first time.
He said that I looked good, as required, he was holding a collar and signalling for me to turn around. We both had a very serious look on, but seeing the collar, I could feel my eyes shine, the spark was there. This was a signal from him to me that he meant business, that calling me to come over as his whore was not just words, collaring me was declaring the session open.
And open it was! He dragged me from the leash to the bedroom, asking me to undress. As I started doing so, he saw my underwear. When he filled in the order form, he requested that the underwear should be kinky. Now that he saw it, he asked me to keep it on, together with my fishnet tights open at the cross. He made me face the wall, arms in the air wide open and legs spread. He attached the cuffs and chained my to the wall.
Took a couple of steps back, watched, then I suddenly felt a flog on my right ass cheek, and again on the left, I moaned and groaned and shook as they kept coming, a bitter sweet sensation accompanied by his words, the reminder that being late shouldn't become a force of habit and will certainly not go unpunished.
When he finally stopped, most likely because my ass cheeks were pink to his liking, he reached my bra, pulled it up over my tits, grabbed with both hands, squeezing them hard and pulling me tight to him. One hand still on them, the second fiddled down and inside my underwear, grabbing my pussy and squeezing it hard. His fingers slid between the inner lips, rubbing fiercely, pulling on my tits, pressing against my ass.
Then letting go, walking away to the door, standing there and watching me for a moment. That's when it hit me, there is no playing pretend, this is me, this is us: The whore hanging on the wall, so slutty that being watched like he watched me got my cunt dripping. Who was I kidding? Who were we kidding? He demanded my presence to use me (his words), I showed up, dressed as he demanded, slutty outfit and makeup, kinky underwear, fully shaved cunt, fulfilling his customisation wish list, so I ask for it.
He walks back to me, getting rid of my underwear, he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them wide open, literally inspecting my ass and pussy. Rubbing, groping, squeezing. A cold substance lands on my ass, I hear him dropping his pants and I systematically wiggle my ass and try to bend in the little room between me and the wall. He grabs my shoulders and hold me still, just like that.
In a split second he buries his cock in my ass, straight up there in one thrust, one groan and one extra push once in until he is balls deep in.
That I moaned is an understatement. He pulled out, slid back in and pulled me to him with all his power. From my shoulders, from my tits, from my belly, held onto anything that could give him a grip, hungry for that ass, impatiently stretching it.
He started pounding, hands on my tits now, more lube on his dick, more on my ass, then he secured the tube between my tights and my back, saying it's a good holder. Even more impatient burying himself in, frustration raising for the lack of space to move me around, he releases my chains and demands I bend on the bed. And bending I do, offering him my fuckholes as he calls them.
I feel his hands on my hips, he slides in my ass faster than I can catch my breath. He pushes me down and he fucks me, taking his full length in and out, standing behind me his balls swinging against my wet pussy. He makes me go on the bed and gets on me, legs around my hips, he goes balls deep, and unleashes his wrath on my ass. Only stopping to lube up some more, and diving back in.