Ch 4 Welcome Home Sweetheart

The following day is utterly uneventful, in stark contrast to the past three. For the first time since running into Lexi the Bag Lady, I experience a full 24 hours where I don't get to paddle any hot women at all. People still stare at me wherever I go, but nobody seems to be volunteering to be my next play partner. I am fine with that, because my mind is completely occupied by Sarah. I am aching to meet her again. Although I do my utmost to 'accidentally' bump into her, I'm out of luck. She wasn't joking when she said she was very busy and made long hours...

The next morning, I am late for work. I get ready to sprint down the stairs when I almost crash into Sarah on our landing. She looks stunning in her chic work gear -- a grey pencil skirt, a grey fitted jacket, and an expensive-looking white blouse that she probably thinks tones down her fabulous tits, as if any garment could.

"Hi!" I tell her, suddenly lost for words.

"Hi!" She smiles her bright smile, complete with the sweet blush and the lovely sparkling eyes. I feel a flutter in my stomach.

"Good to see you again, Sarah."

"Yeah... Alex, I... I was planning on calling you tonight..."

I intuitively take a step towards her and take her hand. Before I know, we're snogging like teenagers.

"I need to get to work," I tell her when we come up for air between kisses.

"Yes, me too"

"I'm ruining your make-up."

"Yeah, you are." She seems to make up her mind. "Can we meet tonight? There's something I still need to... ask you... remember? If you're still up for it, that is?"

"I'd love that! Tonight, yes, please!" My erection was already in full force from the kissing, but her remarks, hinting at a continuation of our erotic play, make my cock strain my pants even harder.

"My place at seven thirty? I won't have time to cook, I hope you don't mind Thai takeaway?"

"I love Thai takeaway. It's my main staple."

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"I need to take this slowly..."

"I know, Sarah. Don't worry. We'll take this as it comes. See you tonight."

"Yeah."

One more kiss and then I leave for work, all hot and bothered, and she goes back in to touch up her make-up.

The day drags by. I catch myself checking the time again and again, daring the clock to speed up to seven thirty. That night, I show up at her door at exactly seven thirty-five, trying to be as early as possible without the embarrassment of being precisely on time. I can feel my nervousness coursing through my veins. I am carrying a bottle of wine, and my notorious paddle in my bag. "Well, what?" I ask my inner critic. "I would have wanted to show up with a full set of bondage gear, but yeah."

She opens the door, and I hold my breath when I see her. She looks amazing, changed out of her chic work gear into tight white slim-fit trousers and a red bengaline top with ample cleavage. Her look is simple, but she's obviously gone through some effort to look good for me. "Wow, you look gorgeous!"

"Thank you," she smiles her adorable smile with her wide, generous mouth.

I want to take her into my arms and kiss her again, but there is something about the way she stands that makes me hold back. I see her look at the floor demurely, fiddling with her hands in front of her. My nervousness disappears completely when I realise she's just as tense as me. I'm already aligning words of comfort in my head, when it dawns on me that she is not only nervous, but also trying to signal to me to start our erotic games immediately. Her gaze is obediently downcast, and her hands are now clasped behind her back, as if she is mimicking one of the submissive poses she showcased for me the other night.

Oh, the inconveniences of two poor communicators trying to initiate a BDSM relationship... "We must make some arrangements if we are doing this more often," I think.

I decide to play along. "Is there something you want to ask me, Sarah?"

"Yes, Sir."

Sir? That's hot. I was right, she wants to start playing right away. "Tell me, Sarah."

"I... You..."

"Look at me, Sarah."

She blushes furiously and looks me straight into my eyes. I love her eyes; they are brown with specks of gold and green. Her eye make-up is subtle but effective. Her hands are still clasped behind her back, which makes her tits strain her top invitingly.

"Sir, would you... please... punish me?" Her nipples are now trying to poke their way through the fabric.

"Remind me. Why am I punishing you, Sarah?"

"Please punish me sir, for not making you come in time the other night. With the blowjob."

"Very well, Sarah. You'll get the paddling you deserve for not making me come in time. But I'm also starving and the food smells delicious. We'll eat first."

A devious idea pops up in my mind. The other night, Sarah showed me the submissive positions she subjected herself to when she masturbated. Being on display like that turned her on immensely. Why not add a little bit of that humiliation play to our dinner tonight?

"But, Sarah, to remind you of your place, you will be naked during dinner. This'll be the first part of your punishment."

She swallows and nods.

"Take off your top first."

She obliges, carefully taking off the pretty red top. Underneath, she is wearing a sexy white lace bra that pushes up her ample bust.

"That's a lovely bra, but it needs to come off as well."

Without a word, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, making her glorious tits strain forwards.

"Hmmm," I can't resist making an appreciative noise as they come free. "Now the trousers."

Still without a word, she turns her pretty, naked back to me, kicks off her high-heeled shoes, and sashays out of her tight white trousers. A white lace thong appears.

I moan softly when I see the gusset dive enticingly between her round cheeks. "That white thong is so sexy, it stays on. You know I like that. Put your heels back on."

She bends over, presenting her round thong-clad bum and her long legs to me, as she puts her high-heeled shoes back on.

"Very well Sarah, you may now serve us dinner."

"Yes Sir. Please follow me." I walk behind her, enjoying the sway of her hips. She pulls up my chair and I take my seat at her dinner table, set for two. She then fetches the food from the kitchen, bending over as she puts it on the table, and presenting me her tits as she fills my wine glass.

She stands obediently to attention at my side, gaze downcast. She's certainly willing to play.

"Sit and eat with me, Sarah." She takes her place at the table. I decide to change the game again. I will now pretend this is a totally normal social situation, a man and a woman having dinner together. Even though one of them is practically naked, and the other one is fully clothed. "How was your day?"

She looks up in surprise. "Nerve wracking," she says, when she has mentally adjusted to the change in dynamic. It turns out she wore the classy business outfit this morning because she was on her way to one of the biggest client pitches she's ever had. "But I just couldn't concentrate during preparations yesterday. Or today. All I could think about is what we did the other night. And what would happen tonight..."

"Yes, I can relate to that. Ever since I saw you this morning... I tell a lie. Ever since you left me sleeping alone, all I wanted was to see you again and continue exploring this with you."

"Me too, but... It's scary as hell. But I also really want it. And this food. You're right, we should eat first." She laughs.

"Go ahead. Serve me the food now, Sarah." Effortlessly, I switch to dominant mode again. She stands up and bends slightly as she opens up the cartons of food and fills my plate with a choice selection. Then she fills hers, and sits down again.

I keep having her perform these simple gestures of submission all through the meal, ordering her to replenish my rice and sides, having her refill my glass, and feeding her choice morsels with my chopsticks. With every bite her tits jiggle alluringly.

When I am not giving her orders, I pretend we're having a meal like any other. The effect is insanely erotic in its unpredictability. It turns her on as well, as far as I can tell from her blush, the stiffness of her nipples, and the suggestion of a damp patch in the crotch of her white thong knickers.

While she serves me and we eat, she tells me more about her day. "I've never been any good at pitching. I overprepare and I get nervous and tense. But today, just before I had to start presenting, I thought of you and imagined what we were going to do tonight." She tells me how it aroused her, and it also made her laugh. "It probably sounds stupid, but I imagined you ordering me to take off my clothes there and then, and dance in front of everyone in that office. That confused me so much that all nervousness evaporated."

Consequently, she absolutely aced the presentation. I tell her I am delighted to have contributed to her success. I am in awe of this amazing woman who has the courage to tell me about her fears and inner struggles while sitting as good as naked across the table from me. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. It means a lot to me." And then I haughtily point out I'm out of shrimps.

When we're both sated, she rises to clear away the food. I stop her and point to a corner of the room.

"Stand there, in the corner. Keep your nose pressed against the wall and clasp your hands behind your head. I'll collect you when I need you."

She stands obediently in her corner, her perky bottom on display, her slender legs and hips emphasised by her heels and thong. I put away the food and clean up the dining table and kitchen.

While cleaning up the remains of our dinner, I again play with the contrast between the mundane setting and her submissive role, by asking her in a regular, matter-of-fact tone of voice where everything goes, where her dishwasher capsules are, where to put the unused cutlery.

She stands in her corner, her thong and heels doing more to emphasise her nakedness than cover her up, her hands clasped behind her head, and answers every question. In between cleaning, I come up to her and fondle her, caressing her round bum, letting my fingers graze her thighs and her pussy over the gusset of her thong, and caressing her tits, thrust forward by her upstretched arms.

"Sir, can I... suggest something?" she asks me. "I think you'll like it." I tell her to go ahead. She pads off to her bedroom and comes back with two pairs of cuffs that can connect with snap hooks. She hands them to me demurely, looking down as she does so.

"There you go, Sir. Please, would you cuff me?"

"Thank you for this suggestion, Sarah. Yes, I'd like to cuff you."

I briefly wonder what else is in her toy chest as I take the cuffs from her hands and turn her towards her corner again. I place her hands in front of her. Kneeling behind her, I fasten the cuffs around her ankles and then connect the snap hooks of her ankle cuffs together with a short chain in between. I caress and kiss the back of her legs and thighs and then kiss my way up her bum, the waistband of her thong, her back, and her shoulders and neck.

I then reach around her to fasten the cuffs on her wrists. I connect the snap hooks of the cuffs directly to each other, cuffing her hands together.

"Hands behind your head again" I order her, and she obeys, bringing her bound hands behind her head. She looks adorable, standing there in her thong and heels, wrists and ankles cuffed together, back arched, with her body on full display. I tell her so and she blushes. I come up behind her to kiss her neck and fondle her tits some more.

When I finish cleaning away the food, I fetch my paddle. I walk up to Sarah in her corner.

"Open your mouth." I put the paddle between her teeth. "Here, hold this for me, will you?"

She closes her mouth, holding the paddle. I kiss her shoulder and briefly nibble her earlobe. Then I gently pinch her right nipple, evoking a small moan. Sarah has closed her eyes now and her breathing has become slightly heavier.

I undress myself, shedding my clothes quickly. Then I turn back to Sarah. "Kneel on the floor."

Given the fact that her hands, cuffed together, are still clasped behind her neck, her ankles are shackled, and she holds a paddle between her teeth, she kneels with surprising elegance.

"Now get on all fours and crawl to the bedroom."

Sarah moves her tied hands in front of her, gets on elbows and knees, and crawls along the floor with the paddle between her teeth, as elegantly as the chains connecting the cuffs on her ankles and wrists allow.

I then worriedly wonder if I am humiliating her too much. I think about the beginner's guide to BDSM Lexi sent me. That site put much effort in convincing the reader of the necessity of obtaining consensus about every step before the act. Consent is something that Sarah and I haven't even begun to discuss. She is crawling with gusto, though, keeping her back arched and her hips swaying.

I kneel beside her, place my hand on her shoulder to stop her, take the paddle from her mouth and softly ask her if she's okay.

She smiles her wide smile and says she loves it. I kiss her cheek and give her the paddle back.

"Go on then," and I send her on her way with a smack on her rump.

I walk behind her and admire Sarah's swaying bum as she crawls to her bedroom. The room is sparsely decorated, with just a large bed and a dresser. She pauses on hands and knees in front of the bed. I take my time installing myself, propping up pillows to rest my back against the wall. Then I beckon her up.

She crawls over my lap, her hip rubbing against my hard, naked cock and I let out a deep moan.

"Hmmm," I then sigh appreciatively as I caress her gorgeous perky bum.

"This is where you belong, Sarah," I tell her as my fingers trace the waistband and gusset of her thong, all the way down between her cheeks and to her pussy. "Welcome home, sweetheart." I feel a shudder go through her entire body again.

"Yes, Sir," she whispers.

Smack! I pick up the paddle and land a first spank on her left cheek. She lets out a small whimper.

I change my mind about her position. I unclasp the snap hooks on her handcuffs and pull her arms behind her back, cuffing her hands behind her.

Sarah moans appreciatively at this new, even more submissive situation, and she wiggles her behind.

Smack! Smack! My one hand holds her wrists in the small of her back as my other hand lets the paddle land on her bum. She presses her shoulders and face into the mattress and makes soft noises at each impact.

I rub and massage her cheeks. Smack -- another spank on her left bum cheek, which already starts to get a rosy sheen. Smack -- again. I spank her harder than last time -- Smack! -- because compared to last time, I now know better what she can handle, -- Smack! Smack! -- and what she can handle is probably a lot more than I can even give her. Smack! Still, I take it slow, trying to gauge as much vocal response from her as I can. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I put down the paddle to massage her reddening bum with both hands. My right hand goes back to grabbing and holding her wrists, while my left hand keeps paddling her. Smack! She starts bucking her hips and moaning loudly. Her movements rub her hips erotically against my cock, which sends shivers throughout my body. Smack! Smack! Smack!

She is panting heavily now, making small mewling sounds each time the paddle hits.

I take some time to massage her again and appreciate the way she lies over my lap in supplication, her bum raised invitingly. Her hips keep making small gyrating movements and she moans uncontrollably now. Her face, left cheek pressed into the mattress, is flushed, her mouth open wantonly, her eyes closed.

My fingers slide under the gusset of her thong to find her absolutely soaked again. "Ohhhh!!!! Yess..." She moans loudly as I caress her clit.

Smack! the paddle lands on her behind again as I finger her. "Ohhhh!!!"

"You are so loud. Maybe I should buy you a gag." Smack!

"Hmmm.... Yesss...." Sarah moans. If it is the idea of the gag or the continued spanking and fingering, I don't know. I spank her fast and hard now.

"Please..." Smack! "Ohhh, please... Can I...." Smack! "Ohhh... Please, can I come?"

Smack! Smack! "No, I don't think you have earned that yet," I tell her sternly. I remove my fingers from her clit, just lightly rubbing her pussy lips and the tops of her thighs. She wails in frustration into the mattress.

I spank her hard, alternating between cheeks, building up to a climax. My fingers start fondling her clit again. She bucks her hips to meet my spanks and caresses.

"Ohhhhh" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Please...." I feel she is getting very close to the edge.

Spanking her even harder, I make her wait just a little longer. Then, I grant her permission. "Come for me, sweetheart!"

With a loud moan and a shudder that rolls through her entire body, Sarah comes. I keep my fingers still on her clit so she can ride them as long as she can stand it. When her clit gets too sensitive, I take my fingers away and caress her behind, which is a lot redder than last time I spanked her.

"Thank you thank you thank you" she whimpers breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"Yes! Yes..." She laughs out loud, elated, the sound bubbling out of her.

"I wish to fuck you now, are up for that already?"

She closes her eyes and moans. "Yes, please fuck me! Don't ask me, Sir. Do as you please. Fuck me whenever you feel like it."

I help her up from my lap, her hands still cuffed together on her back. I kiss her passionately, and she kisses me back with the same wild abandonment. I then unhook the snaps connecting her wrists, have her lie on her back, and tie her cuffs together again, snapping the hooks to a convenient ring placed in the wall, just above the headboard of the bed.

"Wow." I realise the hook is there for exactly this reason. "This lady really has planned ahead."

Looking at Sarah lying there, her breathing laboured, her fabulous tits heaving with each intake, nipples erect, and her arms raised above her head, tied to the ring above the headboard, I can only kiss her again. She moans into my mouth.

"I like you so vulnerable and powerless, Sarah. You are all mine now, to do with as I please".

"Yes Sir," she moans, and I kiss her more.

I briefly deliberate if I'm now going to spend ages caressing and kissing her tied, naked form, or just go ahead and fuck her. Both prospects seem similarly enticing.

When she moans "Please... Please fuck me, Sir...", I make up my mind. She has just given me carte blanche to do as I please, so that is what I am going to do.

I grab the waistband of her thong and slowly peel it off her legs. When I come across the shackles, I unclasp the snap hooks to get rid of her underwear and spread her legs. I then quickly fetch a condom package from my bag, put the condom on, and move back up her body, positioning my cock to take her. I kiss her greedily as my cock slowly enters her soft, welcoming pussy. While we fuck, I keep looking deeply into her beautiful brown eyes with the green and gold speckles. My left hand holds her wrists where they are tied together to the headboard. It is not long before we both achieve orgasm simultaneously, again, I notice, with her asking me permission to come.

I collapse on top of her, lying heavily on her naked form. She is equally spent, eyes closed and panting. I recover first. My softening cock slides out of her pussy, and I slide off her, flopping down beside her to get rid of the condom.

When I reach up to untie her, she stops me. "Wait! Don't... Can I... Can I please stay tied up for a while? I feel so... cared for. I hope you understand?"

"Of course, love." I caress her tied arms and kiss her. "I'll keep you in shackles all night."