It's evening, several days after my Watcher was at my window. My Master, has come by my house unexpectedly. At his command, I left him for a bit to shower and prepare myself for him. He sensed something was different when he walked into my room. He noticed the tear in the screen, but really didn't think much of it until he noticed the stain on the floor below the window. Reaching down he rubbed the substance on his finger and could smell that it was cum.
My Master has never forbidden me from having other men, in fact, he knows that as I become more submissive, I will want it more, and that other men will find me increasingly desirable. But he decided it didn't mean that he couldn't have a little fun with me now that he'd caught me at it.
He walks outside, going to my bedroom window to look around. Finding something laying on the ground, he reaches down and picks it up. It's a business card. Looking at it, turning it over in his hand gives him an idea. He goes back into the house and while I am still in the shower he puts a heavy metal screw eye in one of the beams in the ceiling of my bedroom. He placed it so that it will be in plain view of the torn window.
After I've showered and groomed myself the way I know he loves, I go to my bedroom. He shows me the new "toy" he's made for me. From the screw eye in the ceiling hang two chains, complete with wrist restrains and locks. "Won't you allow me the pleasure of your company this evening little one?" "I've made a special place just for you." he says. He grabs my wrists and raises my arms over my head, securing me to the restrains hung from chains in the ceiling. My towel that I'd wrapped around my wet, naked body falls to the floor. Leaving me hanging there, naked, helpless and vulnerable. Defenseless against ANYTHING he may choose to do to me.
A hard cold shiver runs over my entire body. Why is he doing this? What does he have in mind? Does he KNOW about the Watcher? I should have told him about it. I should have given him all the details of what happened. But I wanted so much to have the memory to myself. My secret lover, my mystery man, my Watcher. Such a dark, dangerous looking man. So tall and handsome, yet so frightening. And that voice, never have I heard such a compelling, enticing, erotic voice. Just thinking of it has caused me to cum several times since that night.
He looks into my eyes and says "Don't speak, I'm not going to punish you for playing with that other man, but I will punish you if you lie to me." Then he begins to spank me with his hand, lightly at first. One slap on my left ass cheek, one on my right. "Do you feel the rhythm? I want you to dance for me little one. Sway your pretty body in time with my hand, while you tell me what you did, you naughty, naughty girl!"
As I tell him all about the fascinating stranger and what we had done, my ass rocks up toward his hand. After awhile, I hear myself softly whisper, "harder."
Stopping he says "You've been very bad, haven't you pet?"
Without thought or hesitation I respond, "Yes, Master."
"Good girl"! He says as he kneels behind me and buries his tongue deep inside me. Oh God, I already need to cum so badly. But He stops what he's doing and says, "I want to hear you tease your little play friend, so that I can hear about what a bad little slut you've been."
Frightened, starting to beg, I say "But I don't know his name. Honestly, you have to believe me Master, I really don't."
" I know you don't, my sweet, but I DO." He holds up the business card. I see the name and phone number on the card. Logan DeMaglio 555-353-0069. My Watcher...Logan!
Then retrieving both of my wireless telephone headsets he places one on my head and the other on his and dials the number on the card. Then he kneels behind me and with his mouth, begins to inflict sweet, hot, wet torture to my flaming ass, and cunt.
Hanging there I listened to the phone ring. Then that deep, compelling, masculine voice I remember so well comes on and says "Hello?" When I hear "Logan's" voice again my cunt clinches so tight on Master's tongue that he grunts.
"Hello Logan" I whisper softly. There is a moment's hesitation on the other end of the line and I can feel his confusion.
"Hello? Who is this?" Logan says.
"Don't you know"? I ask.
"Ummmm, well, no, not really." Logan says.
I'm enjoying this now, no longer as afraid. My Master is sucking and licking my cunt and ass and I am so hot and needy that I'm getting bold. And I am remembering this tall, dark, deep voiced stranger with the magnificent cock.
