Her nipples were hard. With every step she took, every move of her body, every bounce of her breasts, they rubbed against the inside of her bra until they were nearly raw with heat. It was her own fault. She shouldn't have been thinking of him, of those things he did to her.
It all started when she woke that morning. Her breasts were aching as they often did when she was ovulating. Always horniest at this time of the month, the desire to fuck was overwhelming and she seldom cared with whom she did it, as long as her needs were met.
The last time she met him she slept for days, allowing her body to recover from the banging he had given her. She was becoming attached, not to him the person, but to him the lover, her master. And she knew she should break away. But now he called again and she couldn't refuse. The moment she heard his deep, dark voice over the phone it took everything in her will power not to cum right on the receiver.
This time they were meeting at a hotel, but not one they had met at before, or that she had ever been to or heard of. But New York is a very big city so she shouldn't have been too surprised.
He told her what lingerie to wear, stockings, stiletto shoes, even the coat and purse, but no dress. She was not to wear any stitch of outer clothing except for her coat. As she got dressed she could already feel the dampness growing between her legs. She wanted to touch herself but he had instructed her not to β she was to save herself for him.
Driving over to the upper east side, the taxi driver stopped at the address of a very exclusive building. As she exited the taxi, the cold March wind caught the end of her coat and made its way around her legs, chilling her instantly. While the cold should have placated some of the heat she felt inside, it only caused to incite her even further.
The doorman allowed her in and a well dressed host behind a mahogany desk gave her a cordial welcome.
"What room number please?"
"51" she responded.
How odd she thought. No names, no identification needed. The only thing she needed to be admitted was the number of the room he was expecting her in.
As she rode up the elevator, she carried out the remainder of his instructions by removing her outer coat and letting down her hair. She prayed that nobody would be in the hall as she exited, but her prayers went unheard as two well-dressed men, one older, one much younger, were waiting as the elevator doors opened.
Being exposed like that she would have thought the two men would have been shocked. Instead they looked her up and down in an appraising βlike fashion and muttered their approval. As she exited the elevator and they got in, she could feel her nipples stick out even farther through the material of her bra at the excitement their visual examination of her caused.
Then she was there. Room 51. Taking a deep breath, she knocked. After just a moment of waiting, the door opened and there he stood.
Being the consummate gentleman, he hung her coat and placed her purse in easy view. He offered her a drink, scotch whisky, and she took it without question. As she sipped that warm feeling only a real good whisky can provide began to course through her body.
He stood close to her, behind her, and as she sipped her drink, he ran his hands along the contours of her form, whispering in her ear:
"Have you been good? Have you done what I told you and not touched yourself?"
Before she could answer, his fingers grabbed hold of her already hard and sensitive nipples, squeezing them tight and pulling them through the lace bodice of her bra.
"Aaaaggghhhhh," she cried out in a half moan, half scream, nearly cumming from that one touch.
He smiled wickedly as her head fell against his shoulder. Still standing behind her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, gave a strong squeeze which elicited another moan from her and then took her by the hand and led her to the bed.
But she was soon to learn that the bed was not for lying down. To her surprise he bent down, and grabbing the end of the bed, pulled it up and pushed it into the wall like a Murphy-bed, where it locked in place. On the bottom-side of the bed were an array of straps and harnesses for acts she was sure she couldn't even imagine.
Still holding her hand, he led her to the now wall, lifted her hand to shoulder height to one of the fur lined cuff links and locked her wrist into it. She stared at him, not knowing what to say or do. He gently took her other hand and, while moving her body against the wall, he locked the other wrist.
She stood there momentarily, not knowing what to make of everything, until he reached for a chain on the side and pulled, automatically lifting her arms out and above her head into a "V" position. Without hesitation, he cuffed her angles in padded cuffs and pulled another chain that forced her to spread her legs exposing her pussy lips to the air of the room.
Spread-eagled and chained against the wall of the Murphy-bed, her back unnaturally arched forward sticking her breasts out ever further. He bent down to teasingly bite her nipples and then lifted his head to softly whisper in her ear:
"Now we're ready to begin."
He stood there, scotch in hand, surmising the beauty in front of him. He liked to open the minds of those he found pleasure with β both men and women β exposing them to new experiences.
Kneeling down in front of her, he agonizingly teased her by kissing the insides of her thighs just above the stockings. His breath was hot and it felt like steam was rising from her skin. His next touch was with his tongue. He slipped it between her outer lips and into the cavern of wetness causing her entire body to shake in agony as he slowly licked her clit as one would an ice cream cone.
He moved up her body, caressing all the exposed areas of her skin, until he reached her breasts. Pulling the stretched lace down he exposed her breasts, and hence her nipples. Her breasts were heavy, and her nipples thick and dark β engorged by blood and very hard, sticking out at least Β½ an inch. Perfect for sucking.
To ensure they were at their most extended, he took an ice cube from his drink and rubbed them, causing her to moan loudly once more. Well that wouldn't do. He hadn't told her she needed to be quiet but she knew better. He took the ice cube from her nipples and placed it in her mouth.
"You can suck on this, but don't make any more sounds." There. She had been told. And if she disobeyed, she knew what would happen to her.
It was time to get down to business and he uncovered several items that had laid in waiting on the night stand. The first a plug to prepare her beautiful anus for him later on. Taking his tongue he spread the wetness from her up the crack of her ass, lubricating the rear entrance while inserting the plug into her vagina to get it nice and wet. He unceremoniously placed it at the entrance of her ass and then with one quick push, put it in place. Next was the tried and true tested rabbit vibrator. This too he inserted into her pussy, but then told her to use her muscles to hold it in. Operated by remote control he tested it to make sure it was working properly. He smiled as he watched his pet wince and wiggle at the pleasurable torture.
He took a series of chains and clamps from the table and, attaching them to her already sensitive nipples from where he ran the chain down and attached it to her protruding clit. The chain was tight enough that just a deep breath would pull the chain on all three parts and cause the clamps to tighten.
But she was trying too hard to be good so he decided to send her to the breaking point. Back down on his knees once again, he began to suck her clit, knowing that this would cause her to orgasm. She held out as long as she could until her entire body was trembling, the blood flowing to her lower parts and then suddenly, without warning, she exploded with a loud cry while she came all over him and the floor below her.
He continued to apply pressure until the waves had subsided, then he stood, wiped his face and looked at her. And in a deep, soft voice he said:
"I told you to be quiet."
And with that he took from the drawer in the night stand a small, but effective gag and placed it in her mouth, tying it around her head. He knew she hated the gag, but lessons had to be taught. Still breathing hard from the preceding orgasm her eyes went wide when he brought over a stuffed chair. Placing it just a couple of feet from her, he then undid only the cuffs on her wrists and held her against him. She was weak, but he knew she could handle what was in-store for her.
Bending her over the chair, her body, which was still attached to the wall by her ankles, now stretched out over the chair in front of her, hips over the cushioned top and her wrists were once again restrained from cuffs brought up from below the chair. He tweaked her breasts as they hung in mid air, and slapped her ass a few times as it stuck out lovingly as the highest point of her body at that moment in time.