Aly walked into her house on the bottom level and removed her shoes and jacket. She had had an exhausting day at work and was relieved to finally be home where she could relax. Going to the corner of her place to get a drink of water, she passed by the table and saw something sitting there: a piece of paper folded up with her name written on it.
Brad watched her come in and take off her coat and shoes. He saw her pause by the table to read the instructions he had left her. Sitting at the top of the stairs, she wouldn't have seen him even though he could see everything happening on the bottom floor. Her blonde hair was up in a tight ponytail and he could see Aly's chest rise quickly with her short gasp of surprise. He wanted to know how far he could push her, how far she would really go playing at being his submissive like she said she wanted to.
His letter read:
"Dear pet,
If you really want this, you will follow my instructions to the letter. First, I want you to go to the drawer under the TV and look inside. You will take off all of your clothes and put them on the couch. Then you will reach into the drawer and remove the blindfold. Put it on and tie it tightly. If I do not find it to be tight enough you will be punished. Reach in the drawer and pull out the handcuffs. Lock one around one wrist and then put your hands behind your back and lock the other one in place. Do it tight enough so that you won't slip out. Again, if you do not follow my directions you will be punished.
Once you have disrobed, blindfolded and cuffed yourself, kneel facing the drawer and wait for your next instructions.
~Your Master"
Two spots of colour were vivid on Aly's cheekbones. Brad was sure it was from arousal. She made her way quickly over to the drawer by the TV and he watched her hips roll while she walked. Brad smiled to himself and shifted slightly to ease the bulge in his pants that came when he saw that Aly was going to follow his directions.
Brad was tall with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was very strong and could look imposing at a moment's notice. He watched as Aly pulled her shirt over her head and her huge breasts bounced as she took off her bra. She bent down to take off her jeans and socks. All this she piled on the couch as she peeked in the drawer.
She saw the silk scarf she was going to use as a blindfold; it was long and black. Quickly, Aly tied the scarf around her head, knotting it under her ponytail. She then reached in and grabbed the handcuffs. Brad's slut had a little difficulty putting them on due to her lack of sight but she eventually got her hands behind her back and cuffed.
Brad thought she was gorgeous like this. Breasts sticking out, forced there by the way her hands were tied, not being able to see. She kneeled, naked. Waiting for his instructions.
Standing, Brad shifted his hard cock to a more comfortable position. He walked down the stairs and saw Aly's head turn towards the creaks and moans of the staircase.
"Well done, slut," Brad said, grabbing her ponytail and jerking Aly's head back. He checked the scarf to make sure it wouldn't fall down anytime soon.
"Brad--?" Aly whispered breathlessly. Brad gave her hair another firm tug and said, "From now on you will only speak when spoken to, pet. And you will always address me as Master. Do you understand?" He gave her another tug for emphasis. God she looked hot kneeling there at his mercy!
"Yes" Aly said.
"Yes what bitch?" Brad shook her head back and forth.
"Yes... Yes Master!" Aly finally said.
"Much better pet," Brad used his slave's ponytail as a leash and tugged upwards, indicating to her that he wanted her to stand. She did, and he led her backwards towards the staircase. Helping her up the stairs they were finally on the top floor; the bedroom.
Aly shivered. Brad could tell that his little cumslut was getting wetter by the minute. She loved being at the mercy of her Master, a toy to be used for his pleasure only! Well he was going to use her alright.
Brad pushed Aly on the bed, face down. He had already prepared the restraints and quickly attached her ankles to the railing by the head of the bed. With her ankles hobbled and grounded and her hands behind her back, she couldn't move, couldn't get away from anything he did to her.
Putting a few pillows under her hips, Brad raised her lovely white ass to the air. Touching her for the first time, he trailed fingers from her neck down to her spine, to the top of her ass crack. He continued to massage her lower back and ass, rubbing his hands in circles and lightly squeezing her cheeks.
WHAP!
The first blow took Aly totally by surprise. She gave a sharp yelp and looked towards where she thought Brad would be, whimpering.
"Be silent slut! Or do I have to gag you?" Brad admonished.
"N-no Master," Aly stuttered, "I'll be good, I promise."