Ch 6 Endless Saturdays

The next morning we can finally sleep in. That is, Sarah is still sleeping soundly when I'm rudely awakened by my bladder. When I return to bed, I lie next to her for a while and admire her lovely face, innocent and relaxed in deep sleep. After I while, I start to get hungry, so I get up and make us breakfast: a pile of small pancakes with syrup. I pour myself a coffee and hear her emerging from my bedroom. I am happy to see she is not only stark naked, but also just as beautiful and sexy as I remember her. Maybe even more so.

"Hi, sweetheart!" I greet her, and walk over to take her into my arms.

"Good morning, lover," she smiles sleepily and kisses me.

"Would you like some breakfast? I have made us pancakes."

"Yes please, I am ravenous. And is that coffee I am smelling?"

We sit down at the table and I pour her a coffee as well. "Here, proper coffee, not that instant muck."

She grins, and takes the coffee. "Thank you. Yes, high time I invested in a coffee machine. I was just never really home, so..."

During breakfast, we talk about our plans for the weekend. "I want sleep, sex, and food," Sarah says. "In no particular order. With you. Do you think you can fit that into the schedule?"

"Yes, I think we can work something out. But. Would you like to go out tonight? There's a festival in the park with food and live music. There's a catch, though. We would be going with my friends Martin and Ben, and their partners, Faye and Liz. They are all lovely people, but it would be like going on a triple date. Do you think that's too soon?"

"No, that sounds great! I would like to meet your friends," she smiles her gorgeous smile when she's finished her mouthful of pancake.

"I hoped you would. They are going to love you. And how should I introduce you?"

"As your submissive sex toy," she answers promptly, a playful grin on her face. She's obviously in the mood for some new frisky adventures.

I laugh out loud at her suggestion. "|... Yes. Well... I did start something. You know I went to the pub with Ben and Martin on Thursday night? Turns out Ben showed his wife Liz the Paddle Man clip. The whole idea turned her on so much that they went and bought a paddle as well, and he has used it on her the same night. He was smirking the whole evening, so it must have been fun. And Martin said his girl Faye did not fancy a spanking, but would like to be tied up in bed more, thank you very much. I think they have put something in the water that has made all the women submissive in bed. And you have drunk the well dry, my lovely darling. But honestly. Can I introduce you as... my girlfriend? My partner? Or do you think that is a bit early? We've only known each other for like six days. But I already..." Sarah watches me amusedly while I falter my way through what is turning out to be a short speech that feels way too much like a marriage proposal. "I just want to be with you, really, and..." I repress the tendency to get down on one knee.

"Are you asking me to go steady?" she asks, teasingly.

"I guess I am. Would you?"

"You know that means no more drunk threesomes on a Sunday night, right?"

"I..." I say, shocked, almost spraying my coffee over the table. "What, you know about that?"

"Well, you know our hallway?" Her teasing tone remains. "The doors aren't exactly soundproof. Those girls were really singing your praise as they left. They had a great time, or so I heard. Made me quite jealous. I remember wishing it were me you had just spanked and fucked." She sighs wistfully.

"You... don't mind?"

"Well, I'm still jealous, but it was before we... connected, right?"

"Yes, you're right. If they were to come up to me now, I would happily decline."

"Unless I could play along."

My eyes bulge out of their sockets. "You shock me, woman."

"I do?" she asks innocently. "I thought you'd like the idea."

"I... Yes. Yes! By all means. But I don't think I could be so forgiving if it were you who had the threesome just before we... connected, as you call it."

She shrugs, a lovely sight given that she is still fully naked. "Oh I don't know. It proved to me that you would be able to deliver what I needed. It stoked the fire. I had already clocked you months ago, I thought you were hot. And I suppose it sped things up between us because," she says with emphasis, "it got me wishing it were me you spanked and fucked."

"Yes, you've said that twice now. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Maybe."

"Only maybe? But you're avoiding my question. Are you ready to be my... Oh, I don't know... Significant other? Can I introduce you to my friends as..."

"The submissive sex toy you spank and fuck."

"You keep saying that. Answer my question first, and then I'll see what I can do about the spanking and the fucking. Is there more to us than just kinky sex? Can I tell my friends we're together? If strange women press their erotic wiles on me, as they seem to do these days, can I say to them that I'm sorry, but I'm already spoken for?"

"Yes, you can. I do. I want us to be together."

"I promise I'll make sure to involve you in all my drunk threesomes from now on."

"Yes please. And yes, you can introduce me as your girlfriend. Sounds so weird, don't you think? 36 years old, being a girlfriend again. Girl-friend," she says playfully. "And you're my boyfriend. Boy-friend. Oh boy-friend, I've been a good little girl-friend, please spank me and fuck me," she pouts, batting her eyelids at me.

"Well girl-friend, my pet," I say pointedly, "I do have a little scenario for you. You remember when I said I'd like to catch you masturbating without permission, and then punish you for it?"

Her eyes go wide and so does her smile. Her nipples go hard. "Yes Sir, I remember very well," she says demurely, accepting my invitation to play.

"I will now take a shower and put on some clothes, and then I'll go out. In exactly one hour from now, I'll return. And I'd better not catch you masturbating when I come back, or you must suffer the consequences, pet," I grin leerily.

"Oh!" she gasps and blushes her lovely blush. "That... I will be good, Sir. One hour from now precisely?"

"Yes, pet. You behave."

And then I disappear into the shower, leaving Sarah to clear the table and to stew in her own horny juices.

After showering and throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt, I rush off to the adult toy store. When I enter, the hip young men at the counter immediately recognise me, much to my dismay.

"Hey, it's Paddle Man! Good to see you, fam. You have made us so much money."

I raise my hand as a greeting. A bit flustered, I look around the store to get what I need. I pick up a full set of restraints: a strap set for under the bed, some fluffy handcuffs, some leather belts, and something called a 'choker harness': a black leather collar with a ring that connects with an adjustable strap to two wrist restraints. The picture on the packaging shows a naked woman in different positions with her hands cuffed together and connected to the collar. On the front is a picture with her hands tied on her back, and on the back one with her hands tied in front of her. Then I select a leather ball gag, a rabbit vibrator, another sexy-looking vibrator that is apparently remote-controlled, and a silicon anal plug with a rhinestone on its tapered end, complete with lube. The plug is a size small, but it looks large enough to me.

"Paddle Man, we'll give you a 15% discount!" The man at the counter exclaims. Nice. "Can we put this on our socials?"

"Don't you dare," I answer, shocked.

"No worries mate. We're discreet." The young man high-fives me. I reciprocate the gesture with some embarrassment, and quickly pay.

I make my way out of the store, clutching my inconspicuous black plastic bag. I pray to whatever gods that might be listening I don't run into Lexi this time. I don't have time to explain my current haul, let alone talk her out of trying it all out.

Exactly after one hour, I open the door to my bedroom to find Sarah. There she is, wearing skimpy red thong panties I have not seen before and which she must have fetched from her own flat while I was away. She is lying on my bed, eyes closed, one hand caressing a luscious tit, the other inside her knickers, fondling her clit. Little pearls of sweat have formed just above her breasts.

"Well, pet?" I exclaim sternly. "What are you doing?"

Her hands fly off her body. Looks like I have either actually startled her, or she's capable of Oscar-winning acting performances. "Nothing, Sir... R-Reading."

I try hard to suppress a laugh and only partially succeed. "Reading? You were masturbating, admit it. Masturbating without permission."

"Yes Sir," she says sweetly, "I was. But I was so horny, I just couldn't wait for your return."

"You were not allowed to masturbate, pet. You're going to be punished."

"Yes Sir," she grins broadly. My erection, already trying to burst out of my pants, goes up another level of hardness when I see how much she is looking forward to our playing.

I reach into the bag and take out the choker harness. "I'm going to tie you up first, pet."

"Ohhh, yes Sir," she moans huskily as I put the collar around her neck. It may be called a choker collar, but fortunately it does not choke her at all. I fasten the wrist cuffs, and then connect everything with the adjustable strap, so her hands are tied at navel height.

"Right. That'll keep you from touching yourself for now. Now, lie on your back," I order her, and she obeys.

I have her pull her legs up while she's lying on her back, so that her thighs are almost touching her stomach and her legs are bent at the knee. I then push her legs apart. I take some leather straps and tie them around her thighs. Now, all she can do is keep her legs pulled up. This way, not only her pussy is available for my gaze and touch, so are her bum cheeks. I smack her twice with the paddle. She squeals. I gently stroke the stricken areas. I mentally take a note that, apparently, spanking in this position hurts more than with the bottom relaxed. I lightly caress her pussy over the fabric of her red lace thong. She moans lustily.

I take a new surprise out of my bag: the anal plug. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. "Tell me pet. Red light, amber light, green light?"

"Green. Green light Sir," she replies with a small smile playing around her lips.

I bring the plug to her mouth. "Worship the plug, pet." I tell her. She kisses the plug, and sucks on it with greed. I take it from her mouth, and apply a generous dollop of lube.

I then slide the gusset of her red thong to the side, and very, very carefully, insert the plug into her puckering hole. "Ohhhh," she moans as the plug sets. It looks wanton, the way she lies there, hands cuffed in front of her, and her legs tied so her only option is to pull them up and spread them. I reward her with some gentle caresses of her pussy. She moans loudly. "Please, Sir..."

"Way too talkative, this pet," I say, and I pull the gag out of the bag. I show it to Sarah, whose eyes go wide again. Also, her nipples become even harder. Will that be another yes? "Red light, amber light, green light?"

"G-Green light, Sir," she pants.

I present her mouth with the ball gag, and she obediently opens wide. I fasten the gag at the back of her head. I realise I am suppressing the urge to kiss her on the lips, and I decide there's no need to suppress any urges anymore, not with Sarah. She looks so sexy and sweet, all tied up and gagged. I kneel beside her on the bed and kiss her gagged mouth, softly sucking on her lips. My hand caresses her right tit while I do it. She moans loudly into the gag, trying and failing to kiss me back.

"Let's warm up, shall we pet? Start by touching yourself like you would if you were alone. Just now you are doing it because I say so." She nods and her hand moves down slowly toward her pussy. Then we both notice she can't quite reach her glistening folds. She whines in frustration and I smile.

I adjust the strap connecting the cuffs to her collar. Now, she can just about manage to play with herself. She starts gently, slowly playing with her clit and lips. My hand roams over her body as she touches yourself. "Just go slooow", I tell Sarah. She closes her eyes. "Eyes open. Keep looking at me. You're doing this for me", I command, and she obeys immediately.

"Does that feel good?" I ask as I massage her round tits while she plays with herself. She closes her eyes again and I grab the paddle and slap her bum hard. "Hhhmmfff," she moans into the gag.

"Stop now." I order. She removes her hands from her thong. I slide her thong to the side, revealing her pussy, her lips engorged and her clit fully aroused. The small sexy landing patch of brown pubic hair just above her pussy is glistening with sweat drops. I reach down and lightly finger her clit, and she moans again. If only, the gag has made her louder.

I then reach for the bag again, and pull out the rabbit vibrator. I show it to Sarah, and ask her again: "Red, amber, green?"

"Hhhmmmfff," she answers through her gag.

"Green?" I ask, and she nods vehemently.

I switch on the vibrator on its lowest setting, and put it in her hands. "Use it." I watch the erotic spectacle. Her tied legs, her flushed, gagged face, the sexy plug protruding from her rear. Her cuffed hands bringing the toy down to her pussy. The way she gently inserts the vibrator into her wet pussy, so that the bit meant to stimulate the clit does what it says on the tin. Her little whimpers into the gag, and the way she bucks and writhes. It's all enormously erotic.

"Stop," I command her. She wails, but takes out the vibrator. I caress her body and play with her tits some more.

I take out the gag. "Now you can use the toy again, but count to ten and then stop."

"One, oh, two, hmm, three, four, ohhh, five, six, hmmm, seven, eight, moan, nine, ten."

"Stop." She has difficulty stopping, but she obeys. I let her suffer for a minute, lightly touching her, before I order her to "Do it again."

"One, two, hmmm, three, ohh, four, five, six, oh, seven, eight, nine, tennn." This time she cannot stop and I slap her arse again, hard. She stops.

"Put the toy down." She looks disappointed, but has no choice but to do as I tell her. "Use your hand again, and remember, go slow."

She starts playing with herself again, moaning. "Go a bit faster." She moans even more loudly, as I massage her tits and she caresses her clit.

"Can you tell me a story, what were you fantasising about when I interrupted you?" She looks shocked, but she obeys.

While caressing herself faster, she tells me "I was picturing myself, naked, on my knees in front of you... Oh, you had tied my hands behind my back and I, ohh..."

"Keep talking, don't stop."

"You force me to... ohh.... and... give you... a blowjob... and.... OH!".

"Stop." I tell her, noticing she is getting dangerously close to orgasm. "You are not yet allowed to come. Do you hear me?"

I grab her face. Her hand lies still on her pussy lips and I can tell how much she needs to restrain herself. "Yes Sir." She moans as I massage her tits and caress her mouth.

"You'll need to deserve it. Start slow again." I sit by her and admire the spectacle. She is more turned on than I have ever seen her. "Go faster, but stop when you are close to coming."

"Yes Sir...." she croaks, and starts stroking herself faster again, moaning, whimpering, almost screaming.

"Please.... Please Sir," Sarah moans in frustration when she stops.

"Were you close?"

"Yes Sir, yes."

"How do you feel now?"

"Horny.... so horny. I need to come!"

I spend some time lightly stroking her hands lying still on her poor tormented pussy.

"Ohh Sir..."

"Now you are just going to use your left hand."

"Yes Sir, as you wish", she whispers, and starts stroking her clit with her left hand. "Oh my god", she moans. Her breathing goes ragged again quickly, and I tell her to stop again.

"Keep your hand on your clit and look me in the eye. What do you want, now?"

"I want to serve you, Sir, I want to please you", she croaks.

"Go on, stroke yourself, but you aren't allowed to come."

She moans and she begs, "please Sir, please, please, please" but I don't give in, telling her to stop again when I see how she is squirming on the bed.

"You are way too loud for me," I tell her, and gag her again. She look so sweet and sexy, gagged, plugged, tied hands and legs, naked, flustered and frustrated.

"Now start again with the toy." She moans into her gag.

"Do you like this?" I ask. She nods demurely and moans again, loudly. "Stop," I command her. "Remember, you can only come when I tell you to." She nods, wailing in frustration.

"You shouldn't complain," I tell her,'"you should thank me instead."

"Mmmpff mpfff", she moans.

"I can't hear you."

"Thhnk yff Srrrh", she croaks with muffled sounds into her gag.

"Turn around," I command, and she obeys by turning on her elbows and knees. I help her make the turn, which is hard to do with bound legs. Her back is arched enticingly, with her behind and feet pointing in the air, and her full breasts brushing against the covers of the bed. Sarah looks back submissively as I pick up the paddle.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I rain a fast barrage of hard spanks on her cheeks. Smack! smack! smack! smack! She moans and bucks her hips. Smack! smack! smack! smack! Her bum turns quite red.

"Start touching yourself again." She has trouble steadying herself, but she manages to rub her clit with her right hand, her nipples brushing against the covers of the bed. She moans lustily.

I pick up the paddle again and continue slapping her bum while she plays with herself. She whimpers and squeals loudly.

"And stop." I tell her but she doesn't. I smack her harder, and tell her to stop again. This time she obeys.

I give her a brief respite to gather herself, and then I order her to start again, slapping her with the paddle every couple of seconds.

"Stop." She obeys, writhing and moaning, and I spank her again.

"Start again with the toy." I hand it to her, on a faster speed this time. She can only obey and moan as I slap her again and again, tell her to stop and start again, and stroke her gorgeous round behind. "Stop." I take out the gag and once again order her to count, this time until twenty, while using the toy and receiving spank after spank on her red behind. "Stop." I reach forward to put the gag back in place, and then caress her bright-red bum, fumbling with the anal plug and letting my fingers glide across her wet lips. She screams with arousal and frustration into the gag.

"Do you want to come, pet?" She moans and I see her nod vehemently. "| I will give you ten seconds to make yourself come. Use the toy. Ten, nine, eight..." Only now she registers what I expect from her, and she squeals into the gag. She frantically brings the toy to her clit, but by this time I am already at "Five" and there is no way she can make herself come in five seconds, however worked up she is. "Four, three, two, one, stop." I take away the toy and remove her hand from her crotch. I smack her behind again with the paddle. "Too bad, pet, you have missed your chance to come. Oh well."

"HHHHMMMMM!!!!" she wails, muffled by the ball gag. Smack! Another spank.

"Would you have liked to come, pet? Oh. That's a shame."

"Hhhhhhmmmmfffff!"

I put on a condom and easily enter her from behind. She is wetter and her pussy lips more engorged than I have ever experienced her. Her hips are glowing to the touch from all the spanks. When I thrust my hips, I can feel the end of the anal plug press against my pelvic bone. She moans loudly as I fuck her unceremoniously.

I know I am not going to last long after all that erotic spectacle. I smack her once more with the paddle to get her attention. She moans uncontrollably into the pillows. "I'll give you another chance, pet." I groan as I thrust into her. "Use the toy. You must count to twenty, and then you can come." I reach forward to remove the gag.