Sara went to answer the ring at the bell dressed in black high heels, high cut black panties, and push up cups under her breasts. She had on a see through wrap around robe that ended in the middle of her thighs. She carried a thin flexible shaft in her right hand, which she whipped experimentally against the air, thrilling to its vibrations as it quivered against her palm. She knew it would be Mark at the door. Josie had sent him with specific instructions.
She opened the door, seeing him standing there grinning. She reached inside his shirt to find the leather collar Josie had promised. She inserted a finger into the loop at the front and jerked him inside. He fell with a crash onto the carpet at her feet. "Stay there," she ordered, placing a foot on his shoulder as he struggled to rise. The position gave him an excellent view up her long legs to her panty covered crotch. "Give me your leash," Sara ordered, and Mark obediently produced a long, thin leather leash, which Sara immediately fastened into the collar around his neck.
Sara led Mark up the stairs, taking her time, flashing her long legs and exposing her black panties to his view with every step up. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed him down on the floor, twirling the leash in her hand. She placed a foot on either shoulder and swung the whip-like shaft experimentally. A feeling of power was rising in her loins and she toyed with how to exercise it, how to get him to do all her bidding, making her cum while forcing him to wait. "Have you learned your lessons well?" she asked, testing him.
"Yes," he said.
"Yes, mistress," she corrected, lashing him lightly on the butt, thrilling to the sound of the leather shaft across his jeans-covered ass. She smacked him again, harder this time. He winced slightly, but made no move to escape the punishment. "Now, take those jeans off. I want to see your naked ass pushing air."
"Yes, mistress," he said and hurriedly stripped. When he started to take off his shirt, Sara stopped him.
"Did I tell you to take off your shirt?"
"No, mistress. I'm sorry."
"You bet your little ass you're sorry. Now, get back down on your knees and clean my feet." Mark began licking at Sara's feet, running his tongue sensuously between her toes, sucking each individual toe into his mouth, then working his way down the sole. When he hit a sensitive spot, Sara jerked her foot back a little. "Don't tickle," she said, smacking his ass for emphasis. The sound of the leather paddle on his bare ass had a different sound, a different feel, and Sara drank in the sound, watching Mark squirm with pain as his butt cheeks turned a crimson red.
"Would you like to eat my ass?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, mistress. I'd love to suck your ass. Delicious." He licked his lips in anticipation.
"I thought so, but you'll have to earn that right. First, let me see you jack off. I want to see you get hard." Mark immediately began stroking up and down on his cock, feeling it rise to erection as he remained on his knees, working his cock with one hand and supporting himself with the other. Sara watched the cock grow before her eyes, then stopped him, ordering him to lie belly down on the bed with his legs hanging over. "And don't move till I get back," she said, going to her dresser drawer for more toys to tease him with.
She returned with a thick electric dildo with rotating beads buried in its shaft and a realistic looking strap-on model. She fastened the strap-on around her waist and smeared some lubricant on the tip. As she approached the bed she saw Mark had worked one hand under him and was rubbing at his crotch. She brought the whip down hard across both his ass cheeks, smiling as she heard him scream with the jolt, and then she swatted him a few softer blows, raining them down around the red welt she saw growing diagonally across his plump, tight ass. Mark whimpered in pain, then sobbed softly with the gentler proddings.
