She was surprised to awaken and find herself alone in a big bed. She was completely naked; at some point he must have removed all her cuffs and her collar. She stretched her legs, then curled up again, warm and cozy underneath a lovely duvet. She had not woken up once during the night, but she had memories of having had some incredibly erotic dreams. She thought about the experiences she had the previous night and found herself becoming wet as she relived being dominated and punished by this handsome, mysterious man.
She played with her pussy as she thought about him, recalling how she had squirmed and begged when he spanked her. Her stroking quickened, and she found herself moaning, and then suddenly he was in the doorway, watching her. He had the faintest smile on his face, and he stood with his arms crossed, enjoying the sight of her masturbating.
"Don't stop," he said walking to the edge of the bed.
"Yes, Sir," she replied, trying to remain still as she pleasured herself. She felt a little self-conscious at first -- she had never done this in front of a man before -- but soon was feeling more comfortable as the pleasure increased.
He took the duvet and pulled it down slowly, revealing her nakedness. She shivered, feeling the colder air of the room on her skin, and felt goosebumps on her belly.
"Spread your legs wider," he urged, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He took her bare foot in his hands and began to massage it. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands working on her sole. She was as relaxed and aroused as she possibly could be.
This continued for a short while, and then her stroking increased in speed, while her breathing became more ragged. He stopped her there and made her raise her hands up over her head, where he held her crossed wrists down. With his other hand, he cupped her breast, squeezing it until she gasped, then leaned in and took the swollen nipple between his teeth, biting. She cried out, more from pleasure than pain, then began to squirm as his tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple. She'd always had sensitive breasts, but the way he was licking and sucking her now was driving her towards an orgasm.
"Oh please, this is ...," she began, but was cut off by his free hand across her mouth.
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, "no words, only sounds," he said, then took his hand away and began to pinch her other nipple while he went back to licking the other.
She moaned, throwing her head side to side, lost in the pleasure of the sensations. Soon her hips were rising off the bed, and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything that would get her into trouble. He continued to lick and bite her nipple, drawing gasps of surprise and little squeals of pleasure from her, then moved his hand down to her pussy.
"Now, raise your legs up, and spread them wide for me," he commanded, rubbing her outer lips. She moaned in response but did as she was told. She felt so exposed and helpless, so completely aroused, she was certain she would cum in no time at all.
His fingers dipped inside her, turning upwards to stroke her inside, while his thumb found her clit and started to play. It felt so good, she wanted to scream, but she bit it back, mewling and whimpering as he toyed with her. And he kept licking and sucking her nipples while he held her wrists. This went on long enough that she couldn't stand it anymore.
"OH GOD," she cried, "please let me cum Sir!"
"Do you deserve to cum," he asked teasingly, licking her belly. "Are you a good girl?"
"Yes, oh yes Sir, please," she pleaded, unable to bear the pleasure anymore.
"Keep your legs raised, and your wrists crossed," he said, moving down the bed to place his face close to her throbbing wetness. His tongue began to enter her trembling folds, and she arched her back off the bed, thrusting her hips up at the same time. He held her trembling thighs, working his tongue inside, outside, licking around her clit. Finally, he focused his efforts on her juicy, swollen button, and in moments she couldn't hold back anymore. Her body shook and spasmed as the first waves hit her, her legs thrashed and she brought her hands down, one hand on her breasts while she jammed the other in her mouth to keep from screaming.
It took some time for her breathing to return to normal, then she noticed that she had broken the position he told her to keep.
"Please, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it," she explained. "That was just so ... intense!"
The man chuckled and came to sit up where he could play with her breasts. They were still so sensitive; she could barely hold still when he touched her.
"I know, my sexy, little pet. I don't blame you. All of this is new to you. But I will have to punish you later for it."
She looked down and reached a hand back to feel her butt. It was a little sore, but not as bad as she thought it would be. She imagined she could manage another bare assed spanking, if it came to it. Particularly if she came the way she did last night.
Over breakfast, he questioned her about her life, and she answered as she knelt beside him at the table. It was a bit humiliating at first for her, to kneel like that and have him hand feed her bits of bacon, toast, and home fried potatoes. Gradually, she loosened up as he questioned her, and she became more comfortable with it.
When he learned that she did yoga, he insisted she demonstrate poses for him in the other room. He had a thick rug brought in for her to use as a makeshift yoga mat. But first, he left and returned a minute later with another collar for her. This time, it was a shiny, stainless-steel collar with a ring in front and back for tying, but there were no ankle or wrist cuffs this time.
He stood and watched her begin doing her poses, enjoying the fluid movements of her naked body. He loved seeing her stretch and bend, with all her feminine beauty on display. He produced a riding crop from a nearby shelf, and walked around her, complimenting her on her form.
She was so nervous having him watch her, that she focused on a sequence of poses she had been practicing recently. She had just completed a couple of standing Mountain poses when she noticed the crop in his hand. She bent forward from the waist, reaching down to grasp her big toes, when she felt the crop graze her thighs.
"Hold that pose," he ordered, standing behind her. The crop traced a line down one of her legs, then up the other, then circled her ass. As she looked down and tried not to tremble, she felt the leather tip of his crop brush against her pussy. He brushed the tip up and down several times, teasing her slit. She tried to focus on her breath, but the teasing was making her wet. He slapped the crop a couple of times lightly against her tight ass, then told her she could continue.
