Maestro returned from a day of shopping with four silk ties.
"Why do you need so many? You don't have to go into an office," I asked, oh so innocently. He nonchalantly strode into the bedroom, ignoring my questions, and over to the bed.
"Marie, these aren't for my neck, they're for your wrists and ankles." He tied them to the four corners on the frame of the bed, yanking on them hard. "I know how much you'll pull on them when I'm fucking you. They need to be very secure." He held out his hand, sat me down on the bed, and wrapped the silk ties around my hands. "How do they feel? Soft enough for you? How about around your ankles? It's important that they're comfortable for you," he purred into my ear. "Because now you're going to take your clothes off and lie face down on the bed. I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles. Then I'm going to fuck your pussy until it's raw. I'll let your pussy recover, Marie, by fucking your ass next. Understand? Do you Marie?"
"Yes, Maestro."
I was trembling with anticipation as my hands unbuttoned my shirt.
"Not fast enough Marie! I told you to take your clothes off NOW!!" Maestro pushed me back on the bed and flipped me over, face down in one move. With one hand, he pushed my face into a pillow, stifling my protests, and with the other, he yanked my pants and shirt off. "When I tell you to do something, you don't hesitate. Right, Marie? You do it exactly when I say so."
I turned my head to the side and felt his breath against my ear, his face pressed up against mine. "Yes, Maestro. I'll do what you want," I whispered. "When you want ... I .. I understand."
He flashed his trademark wicked grin at me as he wrapped the silk tie three times around my left wrist. I couldn't reach the bed frame, or the top or side of the bed. Next he tied my right wrist, while still pressing the full weight of his body on top of me. This tie was thinner, so he tied it four times around my wrist. Instinctively, I started pulling on the ties, testing how much slack I had to move my arms back and forth. He left little slack on the ties - both my arms were now pulled taught, stretched out to the top corners of the bed.
"Well, Marie, you don't have a choice now. I'm in charge." His hand grabbed my hair, gently pulling my head back so I could see his face. "There's only one thing you need to say now. You know what it is. Tell me, Marie."
"Yee ...eesss, Maestro."
"Very good, Marie. You learned some of your lessons. You say 'Yes, Maestro'." He released my hair, running his fingers down my back, across my ass and down my legs. Teasing, caressing, so deliberate and gentle. I pushed my ass out to reach his caresses, when I felt the full palm of his right hand land on my ass. "Ooooowwwwwaaaahhhhhh ... oh God, oh God ... Mmmmaaestro ..." I swear I heard the next slap before I felt it land on my ass, just at the top of my thighs. "Nooooo ...ooohhhh ...oh Maestro that stings ... please ..." He spanked me five more times in quick succession, alternating from my left cheek to right, leaving my ass a bright shade of pink. I shuddered from the stinging pain that soon turned to warmth, a warmth that tickled my pussy.
