I close the door, letting the thick metal slide into place and bolt it quickly. She stands in the chains, swaying back and forth lightly on her feet, completely naked apart from the blindfold and silk gag. Her hair is a mess, flailing in several directions, her petite frame a stunning little canvas, prepared for me to paint my punishment and pleasure on. Her breasts heave in place, her breathing already a little laboured, she knew what was going to happen and she was helpless to stop it.
This was perfect, all going to plan. I barely hear her through the gag, probably pleading for me to go gentle, they all do at the start. She is trying to get cute with her words, that wasn't going to happen. Oh well, we have a long time to change that.
My suit jacket feels heavy in the bristling Bel Air heat. It was time to lose some layers. I unbutton the navy jacket and hang it on the coat hooks by the door. My tie comes loose next, as I undo it slowly and lay it flat on the wooden table with the rest of my equipment for the session. It is sticky in here, small beads of sweat already forming on her chest bone, the heat through the floor to ceiling windows hitting her back and plump little backside. A big smile leaves me as I adjust the tripod and hit the record button on the camera, he was going to see everything I did to her.
Letting the sound of my loafers ring out, I walk towards her slowly and deliberately and undo my cufflinks. Clearing my throat, I keep my voice low and controlled, making sure she knew exactly who was in charge here.
"So...thought we could play innocent did we? You think because you think you're hot you get a free pass with me?" The cufflinks go in my pocket and I roll my sleeves upwards. Veins in my forearms are splayed out like a spider's web, running all the way through to my fingertips. It was time to get my hands warmed up. "What made you so brazen as to come find me at the restaurant with my men?" Of course it was all rhetorical, there was no listening to her through the gag but I wanted to watch her squirm a little bit, rub things in. She tries to turn her head away from me and I slap her backside hard, letting it ripple with my strike. I can still smell her fragrance, a smattering of bergamot and some woody textures in the air and all across her neck and collarbone. I can taste her building arousal on my tongue. Fuck, I've waited a long time to have this naughty girl in this position. She keeps her head down as I hold my fingers under her chin. So be it, guess it was time to get things even more warmed up. A big sigh leaves me as I walk back to the table. It was nice to have choices. The flogger looks appealing but the riding crop even more so. It feels smooth in my hands, the sun bouncing off the leather and seeping into the fibres making it extra warm to the touch.
She starts shouting through the gag, that was going to have to stop. Circling round her, I size up my first opportunity to teach her some manners. "Shut the fuck up, no talking, I'm not letting this slide. I'm going to expose you for the naughty girl you are to all your friends, your family, everyone." I rip her hard with the riding crop on her fleshy posterior as she wriggles a bit in the chains for the first time. It leaves a nice red mark on her pale skin, running diagonally down between her inner thighs. The air is thick with her burgeoning arousal, the sun pounding through the window mercilessly as drops of anticipation form on her upper back.
"That's better. Do what I say from now on." She was a lot sexier submissive, just the way I liked it. "It's going to make for a much better video. Maybe he'll enjoy it a lot more when he sees it." She starts thrashing around again, albeit with a bit less protest this time. I whip her three times on her backside with the crop, tearing into her skin, drawing some loud gasps through her gag. This girl needed a good dose of humiliation and I was going to give it to her.
Coming up behind her, I strangle her roughly with my left hand and pull her mouth closer to mine. I slide my right hand down there, going under and upwards with my fingers, my lips inches away from her. She gasps through the gag as my fingers wipe a slick trail of wet excitement away from her. I wipe it on her stomach as her body shivers with nerves and lust.
I lean my ear into her lips, there was no sign of protest this time, a few murmurings as words fail her in a delirious state. She was becoming far more compliant, so quickly.
"Lean forward." I wanted a view of her, her pert bottom, raised up in the air for me. There was no holding back now. I start with my hands again, hitting her brutally every few seconds as she squirms less and less, resistance becoming futile at this point. It's such a turn on to look at her from back here, her breasts swinging with each hit, her backside getting redder and more inflamed with each stroke. She tries taking in the oxygen through her gag, as each strike of my hands becomes louder. She's bleating, straining in the chains as she straightens her back out for me. Next time I'd have her hands behind her back clamped in handcuffs.
Ever so slowly I slide my fingers inside her, letting her wrestle against my attack of erotic lust. She tries to steady her hips as I let my fingers writhe and slide inside her, pulling her towards me effortlessly. With each rap of my other hand on her backside she grows louder through the gag, her voice demanding a more fervent attack from my hands on her quivering slit.
Gradually, I build up the speed, the chains rattling against the bolts of the frame, the camera capturing every shuddering movement of her body. Her nipples are taut, standing erect as the sun splashes across her marked bottom, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of colours across her curves. I place one hand on her hip as I work my fingers in and out of her, imagining what it would be like to lick her dry down there, to lash my tongue against her pulsing clit for as long as I wanted to.
I'm in no mood to get sentimental about this however. She was staying on my fingers for now. I could tell the boyfriend had never taken her through anything like this before. Of course, I was still debating what to do with him, loose ends and all, perhaps I was getting softer in my old age. I keep her still as I pulverise her tight entrance, sliding an extra finger in to apply more downward pressure on her g-spot. Even from behind her I can feel her heart hammering in her chest, blood rushing to her ears and every nerve ending starting to tense up as she senses the inevitable about to overwhelm her.