SirP opened the door for Sara and watched her as she walked past him into the hotel room. He sat in the arm chair and Sara stood before him with her heart racing with anticipation. "Get undressed and ready for inspection" SirP commanded. "Do you remember the 'inspection position' you practiced for me?" asked SirP. Sara stepped out of her dress and opened her legs to hip width and put her hands on her head her elbows spread, standing straight upright she focussed her gaze across the room. This had the desired effect of thrusting Sara's tits forward and SirP looked her up and down appreciatively. She kept herself in good shape, curvaceous with full perky breasts and nipples that betrayed her excitement. "I'm glad to see you have kept yourself clean shaven as I asked", he said.
SirP stood and moved behind her, gently stroking her shoulder length hair back from her neck and running his fingers down her spine. Sara's heart was racing and she shuddered slightly at his touch. She had been anticipating this moment for a long time. She was taken by surprise by the hard smack on her left buttock and couldn't help uttering a little gasp. "You are a beautiful woman, and a complete slut. Bend over the chair and spread your ass so I can see your butt plug" SirP commanded. Sara was more prepared now for the smacks on her ass, but SirP varied the pace and the intensity so she was never quite sure what was coming next. Her ass cheeks were glowing pink now. "Well done, slut. You are going to make a great sub for me" said SirP, and Sara felt her pussy moisten.
SirP sensed Sara's growing excitement and slipped a finger, then another, in her increasingly damp pussy and gently massaged her. Moving back in front of her SirP offered his now damp fingers to Sara. "Lick your juices from my fingers, like a good slut" he said as Sara greedily took his fingers in her mouth. When she finished SirP kissed her hard and deeply. "You are doing well for your master" he said.
Sara resumed her inspection position with SirP standing before her. "Nice tits for me to play with" he said taking her left nipple between his fingers and twisting it painfully. Sara winced and bit her lip as SirP firmly slapped her breast. He moved to her other nipple and repeated the treatment. Sara felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure pass through her body. Now SirP turned to the table next to where Sara was standing and picked up a bright and heavy looking chain with a clamp on each end which he held out for Sara to admire. Sara felt the sharp pain as he clamped each nipple in turn and adjusted the screws holding them in place, watching her face to judge the tightness. Soon the intensity eased as she grew accustomed to the pressure on her engorged nipples. "Look at you now" said SirP, "standing naked before me, wearing my collar, a plug in your ass, and your nipples clamped.... fucking beautiful"
"There is more to your outfit yet." He said. "Hold out your arms in front of you". SirP took one of the leather arm and ankle restraints from the table and gently, but firmly, secured it around her wrist kissing her hand as he did so. He secured the other wrist and then, kneeling before her, secured her ankles in the same way. Then SirP used the wrist restraints to fasten Sara's wrists together behind her back and gently but firmly pushed her to her knees. Sara watched with feelings of anticipation and trepidation, the butt plug still heavy in her ass and the clamps on her nipples giving a constant warm glow, as SirP busied himself preparing the next stage of the afternoon.
SirP rummaged in his holdall and brought out a leather riding crop. He showed it to Sara and swished it through the air on to the palm of his hand. He stroked her cheek with it and said "you are going to taste this soon baby girl" he took hold of the chain linking the clamps on Sara's nipples and tugged gently, sending another rush of adrenalin through her body.
"Are you thirsty?" SirP asked. Sara nodded, her mouth was dry with anticipation after the glass of wine she had drunk at lunchtime. SirP took a glass of water from the table and, grabbing a handful of her hair pulled her head back. Sara was a little shocked to see the globule of spittle coming from SirP's mouth into hers, but she greedily swallowed it down. He smiled at her. "Still thirsty little slut?" he said, pouring some water into a shallow dish and placing it on the floor in front of Sara. "Drink it like my bitch!" Sara felt her humiliation must be complete, she was naked kneeling on the floor wearing his collar and drinking like a dog. Her tits swung below her with the chain on her nipples touching the floor. To get to the bowl on the floor she had to lift her ass high in the air and balance precariously with her hands tied behind her back. The butt plug stretching her ass and her open pussy were clearly on view. SirP laughed at her predicament as she lapped at the refreshing water, but then he gently lifted her head and raised the glass of water to her lips. "Better?" he asked, "ready for more?" Sara smiled and nodded her head, wondering what more would be asked of her.
