At three minutes to two I looked at my watch. I had the feeling Priya would be punctual. It was a requirement of mine. Being on time showed basic respect.
We had been negotiating for weeks. I'd insisted on that, because she was new to the BDSM scene, and because what she wanted was intense. During the time we chatted back and forth, her divorce became final.
She had done her research. I had a reputation in the scene, both for intensity and safety. I told her I was interested in what she was offering, but only after she'd experience some more basic play. She agreed, on the condition that I recommend other people to do them with. So she'd been spanked, flogged, and tied up with rope, but never by me. She wanted our first time to be full on.
It was either going to be awesome, or a disaster.
I glanced at my watch again. One minute left.
"You can't know how you're going to handle this," I had told her a week ago. "You've never done anything like this before."
"I've come home to find that my husband had an accident that crushed his balls and his leg," she said. "And I found out two weeks later that the reason he got hit was because he was hurrying home through a red light because he wanted to cover up the fact that he was screwing his secretary. I handled those. I can handle actually getting what I want."
Maybe she could. We were about to find out.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door. She stood on my stoop. She was a curvy woman in her thirties, and she wore a black dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off the top of her large breasts. She'd taken time to make up her face, too. Her lipstick was dark, even relative to her brown skin. I stood aside, and gestured her in. She moved inside, a little awkwardly. I suspected she wasn't used to wearing four-inch heels, and I wasn't sure why she was wearing them now.
Then I closed the door behind her.
She started taking off her clothes the moment I she heard the door latch, as we'd instructed. She peeled off the dress to show me some expensive black lingerie. I could see her dusky nipples through the delicate lace. I'd told her I expected her to strip naked the moment she came in, and so the bra followed the dress, as did the thong panties.
"Did you like the underwear, Sir?" she asked. I could see her hand twitching as she wanted to put it in front of her crotch to conceal her charms, but she seemed to know that wasn't going to fly.
"Yes. But it seems a waste for the brief moment I saw it."
"Not if you found it pleasing," she said. "I'm not here to do give this anything but my all. And the shoes?"
"They are lovely. Take them off."
She nodded. "I wasn't sure." She bent over to unbuckle them, putting a hand on the wall for balance. I watched the way her breasts swung as she bent over, and the curve of her ass.
She got them off, and then she stood waiting next to my coat rack for it all to begin.
I angled my forearm against her upper chest such that my hand had access to the back of her neck. I gathered a bunch of her beautiful raven hair in my hand. I could push with my forearm, or pull with my hand. Either way she wasn't going anywhere I didn't want her to go.
She let out a satisfying gasp of surprise, and her eyes went wide.
"This way," I said. I compelled her backward, forcing her to trust that I wasn't walking her into danger. I kept moving her until she was in the center of my living room. I had all the ordinary stuff in there: A couch, a TV, a comfy chair. I also a hard point in the ceiling and a St. Andrew's Cross. She looked around and saw the cross.
"You know why you're naked?" I asked.
"Because you told me to be," she said.
"Because I want to see you naked. Your body is exposed for my visual pleasure," I told her. "Because your body's purpose is to please me."
The last sentence was practically a quote from what she'd said she wanted during our negotiations, but she didn't seem to be bothered by the plagiarism. She nodded, looking breathless. Her pupils were dilated. Her sweat gave her dark skin a soft sheen. Turned on and scared, a perfect combination.
I reached out and grabbed her bottom. "I'm going to beat you," I told her. "Because I feel like it. When I grab your ass next, there's going to be a bruise."
She nodded mutely. Her nostrils flared as she breathed.
"You're turned on, aren't you?" I asked.
"Um, yes," she said quietly.
"Getting turned on by the idea of being beaten. You little slut."
She wasn't used to being talked to like that, and I could see her fists clench as she reacted almost instinctively. She didn't say a word.
I let her hair go so I could take a box from one of the shelves, and set it on the couch. I opened it up, aware that Priya would be wondering what it contained. From it I took a pair of cuffs, which I fastened around each wrist. "Hands behind your back. Present your tits."
She put her hands behind her and arched her back. They were magnificent tits. Big, all natural, with a hint of firmness, with dark erect nipples. I walked around her, inspecting her. I inhaled her arousal. Then I slipped a lock around the rings attached to each cuff and locked her wrists together.
She rewarded me with another delightful gasp. I walked back to the box, pulled out a chain, and positioned myself in front of her. I showed her what I had. On each end of the chain was a clamp. She knew where they were going to go, but she didn't flinch back.
I watched her eyes while I put them on her nipples. She tried to remain stoic, nibbling on her lip, but her eyes still flickered as she felt the sting.
"They hurt a lot worse coming off. But the chain is pretty, don't you think? All golden. Well worth your suffering."
She nodded and stood up straight, presenting me with the perfect view as I stepped back to admire her. I didn't know what his secretary looked like, but Priya was gorgeous. Her husband would have been smart to treat her like a princess, although apparently that's not what she wanted, which is why she came to me.
Her request to me for this scene, and our relationship if there was going to be one, was simple. Use her and find pleasure in her. And don't give a rat's ass about whether she felt pleasure in return. She had a vibrator at her disposal at home, she'd told me, if she wanted to feel pleasure. She'd had vanilla sex for years from her husband. But he hadn't been capable of what I was capable of -- using her, or dominating her. Or, apparently, telling her the truth. I had other play partners, other lovers, and I'd been up front about that. I wasn't going to lie to her, or conceal anything from her she had a right to know. Priya seemed to appreciate that.
"Get down on your knees," I told her.
She knelt.
"Legs apart when you kneel. Your breasts and your pussy should always be available to me."
She hastened to spread her legs. It wasn't the most sustainable position. It was what a sadistic yoga instructor might call a good stretch. I let her hold it for long enough to feel it, and then undid my belt and unzipped my pants.
"Crawl to me," I told her.
She got on her hands and knees and crawled the six feet that separated us. As she did, the chain swayed underneath her breasts. It was heavy enough she'd be feeling it pull on her nipples.
When she got to me, she resumed kneeling and opened her mouth. I could have helped her, but I wasn't going to. I let her struggle to get my half-hard cock into her mouth without using her hands, and when she finally managed it I dug my fingers into her scalp to let her know it wasn't coming out unless I wanted it to. She started sliding her lips back and forth around it, and it didn't take it long to swell to its full length.
"The nipple clamps are staying on until you make me cum," I told her.
She increased her efforts, which was exactly the desired effect. I let her do her best. She wasn't an expert cock sucker by any stretch of the imagination, but she was enthusiastic, and she drooled a lot.
I almost felt bad when I grabbed her hair and pulled her off me. "Up," I told her. "Stand up."
Surprised, she got to her feet.
"Turn around," I told her.
She did as I asked.
I unlocked her wrists. "Go lean against the cross, and wait for me there."
