He was clear in his directions to her; she would drive to his home, park outside, text him and wait. She in turned wanted to know what to wear, what was expected of her and how things would be. He silenced all of this. She would wear whatever she thought would please him and do all he asked of her.
Nervous, she stopped in a service station on the way there, she changed into high heels and stockings, re-did her make-up and took a breath before continuing with the last few miles. Outside his home she parked and messaged him, just as directed.
It was several minutes before her phone bleeped, the loud shrill making her jump despite the fact she had been staring intently at the screen waiting for him to answer.
The text was clear, Come in, turn right into the sitting room and stand in the middle of the room.
Going into the house she noticed nothing other than the door to the right and uncertainly she pushed it open and walked in. Should she have knocked, was it disrespectful not to, or disobedient not to do exactly as directed by text?
Confusion, nerves, fear all filled her mind.
The room was empty; she stood in the middle of the room and stared straight ahead. From beyond the door she heard his voice
"Face the door. Undress."
"Slowly."
She was wearing a short black dress with a front zipper. She pulled down the zip revealing her breasts almost tumbling out of a low cut bra. Unzipping it further she revealed matching lace panties, suspender belt and black stockings.
She stood for a moment the dress framing her before pushing it off her shoulders to the floor.
With a brief hesitation she undid her bra, her large breasts spilling out, nipples erect as if begging for his hands to inflict pain and cruelty on them.
She pushed her panties down, her cunt shaven and bald was already wet and glistening at this early submission to follow him wherever he wanted to take her, mind and body. Strands of wetness ran between her thighs, and she wanted to cover her embarrassment and need for him.
His voice alone had caused this, she had yet to see his face, much less touch him.
She bent to unclip her stockings
"Leave them. Turn around."
As she did so he continued to speak.
"Walk to the wall and stand in front of it."
She felt him come into the room, the atmosphere changed; it became even more electrically charged as his breath mingled in the air with his, she knew he was very close behind her.
He moved one hand around her neck, squeezing slightly, feeling her body stiffen with the need to lose herself in this level of control.
His voice was calm and low next to her as the timbre dropped she felt her mind sink into him, barely able to hear the words as her need to do anything he desired increased.
He put a collar around her neck, fastening it so it was loose around her neck, he knew she may cry later and feel choked if the collar was too tight.
"Put your hands on the wall, spread your legs."
Without words, her need to show him she would do all he desired warred with her need to have all her senses aware of the smallest nuances between them.
His hand ran down her back, so gently she could scream, he cupped her bottom carefully, slowly, his beautiful hands covering her as he started to spank her, building up become more and more firm with each landing of his hand on her skin.
His smile showing his private pleasure increased, as he watched her start to wince with each spanking, her bottom turning pink and into red. He knew she was struggling, trying not to cry out as he increased the depth of each pain filled stroke. Small gasps of air came from her mouth, tiny noises showing him she found it more and more difficult to take his enjoyment.
He slowed his strokes feeling the heat from her bottom, moving to stroke where his hand had landed, enjoying her continuing flinch at such a calm, touch.
He moved between her legs, understanding she had both loved and hated her spanking. The wetness of her cunt soaking his fingers proved this more completely than any words could achieve. He let his fingers glide over the shaved surface, pushing three fingers into her. They filled her, hurt as they drove against her cunt walls, widening it inside. She moaned part in pain and part in pleasure as he finger fucked her hard again and again.
She pushed back against his fingers, instinctively urging him to increase the speed, she felt hot, overcome with the physical sensations his fingers were pounding into her.
Abruptly he stopped.
"My pleasure, not yours, close your eyes."
He wiped his fingers down her face and in her hair, a dismissive, yet oddly caring gesture.
Taking her hands from the wall he turned her around.
She knew she was facing him, but could see nothing; she swayed trying to feel her balance without seeing. She felt him stroke her eyes, as he murmured gently to her. She could not hear the words; the timbre was enough to feel she was not alone.
Picking up her left breast he dropped it into his other hand weighing it. She could imagine him staring at it as he did so. He nipples grow hard and tight as her imagination took over. He took hold off the right breast and did the same, weighing it for a few seconds before releasing it.
"Put your hands behind your back, palms outwards. Walk backwards until your hands reach the wall."
She took a few unsteady steps backwards.
It amused him to see her struggle not to fall, to cope with not seeing him and to do exactly as he said.
Once against the wall he took both nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pulled them upwards. He kept pulling stretching her breasts, making her arch her back and neck in an attempt not to be pulled off the floor by his actions. He pulled them outwards away from her, and again she struggled to keep her balance.
