I went to one of my favorite dance clubs to relax and maybe meet someone new. I had no idea what was in store for me that night. Shortly after arriving, I saw this tall, beautiful redhead and I asked if she'd like to dance. Several songs later, we had both worked up a sweat and she asked if I'd like to go back to her place. I smiled, thinking about how great it would feel to fuck this girl, and I told her that I'd love to go home with her.
When we got there, she told me not to be too shocked by what I see when I get inside. At that, I was immediately curious and my cock began to swell and press against my tight jeans. She turned the key and opened the door, and as I followed her inside to the dimly lit living room, I saw a figure against the opposite wall. I took a deep breath, and the scent of candles and sex filled my senses.
As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I realized that the figure was another woman. She was naked except for some thick leather straps criss-crossing her chest and what appeared to be leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles which binded her to the wall.
She turned and looked toward us, smiling sheepishly. "Hello Mistress, I'm glad you're home. I have to pee soo bad!"
Upon hearing the word mistress, I realized that I never got the name of this woman that I went home with, and my mind started spinning at the possibilities of what this means.
"Well, you'll just have to wait a bit longer," the mistress told the other woman. "I brought a friend home tonight and you need to meet him first and make him feel welcome."
The bound woman turned her head toward me, smiling. "Hi there. I'm Sara. I'm sorry that I was so rude when you got here. It's very nice to meet you."
I hadn't noticed, but in the few moments it took to respond, telling the girl that my name was James and that it was nice to meet her too, the woman who brought me home had taken off her clothing and stood directly behind me with a riding crop in hand.
As I started to turn around, I heard the thwap of the riding crop strike my ass through my jeans and the pain immediately followed. "Ow! What the...!" The riding crop struck my ass again, harder this time and the woman standing behind me said, "Don't turn around or it will be a lot worse next time." I was at once angry that this woman had hit me so hard, and at the same time I was even more curious as to what lay in store for me. My cock throbbed against my jeans, and I obeyed her and kept facing forward.