The next morning started differently to the last. I woke to the sight of Sam sat on my bed with a tray of breakfast for me. He had pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast. It looked delicious. He gave me a weak smile as he saw my happiness to the food laid out in front of me. "Help yourself beautiful." He said with a smile.
I smiled ear to ear and responded "thank you sir, it looks delicious!" I began eating and he joined me. As soon as we'd finished eating I took the dishes over to the 'kitchen' area in my room.
I heard him walk up behind me and I felt his hands reach around and he undid the tie of my robe... he pulled it off of my shoulders and let the robe fall down to my feet. He planted a gentle kiss on my shoulder, and used his hand to gently turn my face so I was looking at him. "Come." That one word sent tingles through my entire body.
"With your permission of course, sir." I joked. I followed him to the bed and stood in front of him, awaiting my next command.
He took my hand in his firm grip and led me onto the bed. With a smirk, he secured a soft, silky blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The sudden loss of sight heightened my other senses, making his every touch feel more intense, more electric.
With practiced ease, he secured my wrists to the bedframe, ensuring that I was open and vulnerable to his whims. The cool metal of the handcuffs sent a thrill through me, making me shiver with excitement. He whispered in my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine," he said, "and I'm going to make sure you feel everything."
I could hear him moving around the room, the soft pad of his feet on the floor. When he returned his attention to me, his touch was firm, he left nothing to the imagination in regards to whom was in control. He began to tie soft, silky ropes around my ankles, securing them to the bedposts. The feeling of being bound was exhilarating, it made my heart race.
Once I was fully restrained, he stepped back, assumingly to admire his handiwork. He reached into the drawer beside the bed, the smell of leather filled my nose. I felt the soft caress of a flogger against my skin.
The first strike was a surprise, it sent a sting through my body. He began to build a rhythm, alternating the intensity and speed of his strikes, leaving me gasping and pulling against the restraint of the ropes, and cuffs. My body responded to his every touch, my skin came alive with sensation.
As the pain grew, so did my arousal, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into a delicious haze. He knew just how far to push me, when to ease off and let me catch my breath, and when to push harder, sending me spiralling closer to the edge of my climax.
When he finally decided it was time, he leaned over me, his body pressing against mine as he whispered into my ear "beg for it, ask permission, tell me what you want."
"I want you sir, all of you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me, I want to come for you. Please." He didn't need words to respond to my beg. He reached between my legs, finding my wetness and using it to lubricate the tip of his cock. With one swift movement, he entered me, filling me completely.
The feeling of being so fully claimed by him was indescribable. He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, matching the tempo of the flogging. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite, a combination of sensations that had me begging for more.
After around 5 minutes of his slow invasion of my pussy I was unable to hold back any longer, he unleashed a flurry of strikes that sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, leaving me shaking and breathless. He followed soon after, his own release filling me up.
As we lay there, bound together in the aftermath of our passion, he removed the blindfold and handcuffs. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly for just a moment.
"That was beautiful, almost passionate." He said through his gasping for breath. "What are you doing to me?" He cupped my cheeks in his hands.
"Taming you, sir." I smiled into his hands. "What are you doing to me. You keep managing to make me feel that I'm here upon my own free will." I said this In a mocking tone.
He smiled "maybe you're just realising that you actually do want to be here with me." I thought about this for a moment until his voice tore me away from my thoughts. "I will be gone all day today, I have work to do. Important work." He said with an almost worried look in his eye. "You're safe here. I will see you this evening. If I am home early enough. Rest, you'll need it for what I have planned the next time I see you." He gently kissed me on the forehead.
"Is everything okay sir? You look frightened" I asked, genuinely concerned. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He smiled a small smile "no, thank you baby girl. Just rest. There's just some trouble at work, nothing that I cant handle. But don't worry, my work ensures that I can protect you."
I just smiled shyly, got up from the bed, and walked over to the bath. I turned the bath on and threw in a bath bomb. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately, then turned and left. I felt a sense of sadness every time he left me there alone. I finished drawing up my bath and climbed in. I had a good soak, and when I got out I went and lay on the bed.
I decided to give him another show on the cameras, one that he could watch when he returned. I looked up at the camera and sure enough it was flashing. I leant over to the bedside table and pulled out the purple vibrator that he had bought for me.
My fingers danced over my body, tracing the contours of my skin. I caressed my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally, I arrived at the joining of my thighs. I teased my clit with the pad of my thumb, feeling it swell and harden beneath my touch. My breath grew shallow and erratic as I allowed myself to sink deeper into the sensation, imagining my masters eyes on me, watching every move I made. I stared deep into the camera, as if I was staring straight into Sam's eyes.
I picked up the vibrator, I turned it on to a low setting, letting the gentle hum fill the quiet room. I placed it against my clit, the vibrations resonating through my core. My hips began to rock in a slow, rhythmic motion, matching the tempo of the toy. My eyes closed involuntarily, but in my mind, I saw him, his strong hands guiding me, his firm voice whispering commands that I craved to follow.
I grew wetter with each stroke of the vibrator on my clit, my arousal coating my fingers and the soft fabric of the toy. I knew he would want to see all of me, so I spread my legs wider, giving the camera a clear view of my most private moments. I slipped a finger inside, feeling the warmth and tightness that awaited his touch. The vibrator continued its dance, and I added another finger, mimicking the way he would fill me so completely.
The sensations grew more intense, my breathing turned to gasps, and my moans grew louder. The tension built within me, coiling tighter and tighter, until it felt like I was on the brink of something unbearable.
My hand moved faster, I increased the vibrators intensity as I approached my orgasm. My body arched off the bed, my toes curling, and my fingers clutched at the sheets. I whispered his name, a silent plea for his presence, and I entered my orgasm.
Just as I had finished up, I heard the door open. My body hoped that it was Sam, I hoped that he saw my display for him. But it wasn't, it was a tall, thin man. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked scattery, like he was worried. He was holding a tray with a strawberry milkshake. "Uh, hi. I'm Alan, I work for Sam. He said that your favourite was strawberry. He told me to bring this whilst he was gone." His eyes darted around the room, he looked stunned when he saw the camera flashing on the wall. "Anyways. This is for you... enjoy." He placed it on the counter and swiftly left.
