He stood up from the couch and walked behind me. He leaned down close to my ear, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.

“That was the only warning you will get,” he said softly. His hands caressed my hair and I closed my eyes as I let them comfort me. How quickly I could forget his sternness and feel his passion.

“You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said stroking a finger down my cheek. “You’ve pleased me.” I wanted to say, “thank you,” but I wasn’t sure I was allowed to speak, so I remained silent.

His fingers slowly slid down my top, caressing the bare skin at my neckline and parting the opening slightly until the tops of my breasts were exposed. Slowly he undid the first button, tracing the black lace of my bra. My breath quickened as he opened the next button and then the next until all but the last button was undone.

He returned to his seat in front of me to view his work. I struggled to keep my eyes down as he looked at me.

“What am I going to do with you?” he said out loud to himself… or was he actually asking me? “I want you to take the toys you brought with you and put them on the couch… then go and sit back down.”

I stood and did as he asked. Taking the large vibrator out and laying it down on the futon, and then the video in its case. I held the thong underwear in my hand for a moment, not sure if he meant those as well, and finally laid them down next to the others before returning to my seat.

“Stand back up,” he said standing beside me. “Turn around.” I turned and faced a large TV as his hand moved along my back and slowly over my ass. He stood very close to my ear and talked softly.

“I want you to slow reach under your skirt and take off your panties,” he said standing to my side.

Slowly I reached up the bottom of my short skirt until my fingers latched onto the lace waistband. I pulled slowly, easing them down as gracefully as possible until they reached my knees. Then I stepped out of them and folded them slightly before tossing them on the couch.

“Good,” he said stroking my ass. “Sit back down in the chair.”

I was momentarily relieved that I was still wearing my clothes and had seemed to please him. He walked over to the side of the room and then returned behind me. I saw the collar come around in front of me before it went around my neck. Leaning my head forward slightly, I told myself, “It’s just a collar. No big deal. Just go with it.”

When it was buckled snugly enough he walked away momentarily and then returned with a blue nylon leach, which he clipped to a ring on the collar. I was momentarily shocked. I had heard about such things, but had certainly never experienced it. I swallowed hard and wondered more was in store.

He returned to his seat in front of me, pulling on the leash until I had to lean forward in the chair. Still keeping my eyes downward, I watched him twist the leash around his wrist slowly, pulling me forward.

“Stand up,” he said tugging on the leash until I stood. “Walk over there and get that towel for me.” I followed the direction of his fingers and turned toward a striped towel that lay over a trunk or hope chest of some kind. He had dropped the leash to let me go and I picked the towel up quickly and turned back to give it to him. My eyes registered a few objects as I turned back. I knew they were some type of D/s toys. Had I moved more slowly I could have taken a better inventory. But my eagerness to please him cost me as I returned quickly with the towel.

He stood, picking up the leash and pulling it taunt until I was very close to him. I liked the way he would bring his mouth very close to me, as if he were about to kiss me, opening me. He reached forward and unfastened the last button and slowly slid my top off my shoulders. I looked down at his hands, thankful that I could not look in his eyes.

“I want you to slowly take your skirt off,” he said softly, holding my leash snug in his hand. It was my moment of truth and I slowly reached for the waist of my skirt and lowered it down over my ass, along my thighs, until I stepped out it and laid it on the couch.

“Good,” he whispered. He draped the leash down my back and let it drop. Then he came around in front of me and knelt, grabbing it from between my legs and pulling it up to my waist until it snugly caressed my pussy.

“Hold this,” he said handing me the leash. I took it in my hands as he walked over to the chest and returned with a set of handcuffs. An alarm went off inside. I had never been cuffed before. I would be truly powerless over him as soon as they closed down on my wrists. As much as I wanted to protest, there was a stronger desire not to displease him. Why? I still do not understand.

First the right wrist was enclosed, then the leash was fed through the contraption somehow and the left wrist was locked. He pulled me toward him by the cuffs and led me over to the wall unit and turned me around. The next thing he picked up from the chest was a large piece of rope and I watched his hands as he unraveled it. I couldn’t imagine what he was going to do with it.

He looped it through the handcuffs and tied it in several knots. Then he slowly ran it up my chest and over my shoulder, down my back and around my leg just above the knee. He then crossed it over and wrapped it around my other leg, then up my back until he tied it to something behind my head.

“Take two steps forward,” he said softly, and I struggled slightly to move, but the extra steps tightened the binds around my body. He put his arms around me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my breasts hanging from the rope that had me secured. His hard cock was more than obvious as it stretched pushing the front of his jeans.

Once again he leaned his mouth so close to mine, until I could feel his breath on my lips. “Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been thinking about you?” he whispered. I shook my head no. I wanted him to kiss me… to touch me. My mouth was dry and suddenly all I could think of was water.

“May I have some water please?” I whispered.

“You want some water?” he repeated back.

“Yes, please,” I said staring at the floor. He walked toward the kitchen and I dared to raise my eyes to watch him, ready to drop them at an instant if he turned around. He returned with a glass and held my face gently he fed me the water. It was ice cold and very refreshing.

“Thank you,” I whispered letting him know that I had had enough. He trailed the glass along my left shoulder and let the cold water spill down my chest. I giggled as the water ran over my nipples and down along my hands held in the cuffs. He poured it over to the other shoulder and then caressed my nipples with the cold glass as I bit my lip.

“I think I’ll let you down from here,” he said reaching behind me and untying the rope. Slowly he unwound it from my body and untied it from the handcuffs.

“Go sit in the blue chair facing the TV,” he said as he wound up the rope. I did as I was told, feeling the leash tighten as I sat down. It pulled on the collar and I tried to move in a way that might loosen it, but the more I tried, the tighter it got. I was starting to panic at what to do. When he came to my side I finally told him that the collar was too tight and he loosened it a notch. I relaxed at the momentary crisis being over and focused on his crotch as he came and stood in front of me.

“Unbutton my pants,” he said moving in slightly closer. I reached up with my hands, but could barely reach him with the restriction of the cuffs and the leash.

“You can reach it,” he encouraged me. I scooted up slightly in the chair until I was close enough to reach the button of his jeans. Fumbling with the button, I finally got it open and started to unzip the fly.

“Did I tell you to unzip them?” he snarled.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly dropping my hands from his pants.

“Stand up!” he yelled.

I quickly stood in front of him as he grabbed my cuffed hands with one and turned me sideways. Before I even knew what happened a hard smack of his hand landed on my ass and I gasped from the surprise.

“Listen to my instructions,” he said sternly.

“Yes Sir,” I whispered still feeling the sting on my ass. It never dawned on me that he would separate the two actions. I had obviously made the wrong assumption.

“I think we’re done with these,” he taking off the handcuffs. He laid them aside and then pulled the leash back from between my legs.

“Oooh.. it nice and wet,” he said wrapping it around his hand. “Now, I want you to put in the hot ass porn movie you brought and sit down on the blue chair and watch it.” I placed it in the VCR as he pushed the buttons on the remote until the movie began. Two women were kissing each other as they rode on a man’s back.

“Is this what you like?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t seen this before.” He was busy doing something behind me and I guessed that he was finding a spot to plug in the vibrator. The actors were busily changing places and a tough looking guy was dominating a pretty blond.

“I want you to come over and sit on the couch,” he said. I rose from the chair and saw the vibrator now plugged in and laying on the cushion. I moved it over to the side as I sat down.

“I want you to fuck yourself with the vibrator,” he said scooting closer to me. I slowly reached over and picked it up, not certain whether or not to turn it on.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Turn it on. Keep watching the movie.”

I was more than ready for it as it hummed between my legs. The man on the TV screen was licking the woman’s pussy and she was writhing beneath him.

“She likes that, doesn’t she?” he whispered closer to my ear. I whimpered and tightened my legs. I was already so close.

“Help me,” I whispered.

“No,” he said. “Make yourself come. Look how he’s licking her pussy. She wants it doesn’t she?”

“She wants him to fuck her,” I moaned.

“Did I tell you that you could talk?” he suddenly said sternly. “Turn the vibrator off now!” I was confused, but turned it off and waited.

“Lay it down and lay over my lap,” he scowled. I put it down quickly and knelt over his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against my stomach. Smack! His hand came down on my ass.

“You weren’t told to speak!” He said spanking me again, harder. I was slightly frightened and yet loving the way in which he was arousing me. The spanking was just the right mixture of pain and pleasure. Hard enough to sting, sensuous enough to make me want more. Several more spanks were given as I continued to watch the video and listen to his reminder of my error.

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“Get down on your knees,” he said still holding the leash in his hand. I scurried down to the floor on my knees and was pulled by the leash until my mouth was only a fraction of an inch away from his crotch. I stared at the outline of his large cock pressing against his jeans. Was he taunting me? Daring me to see if I would try to caress it without his permission. I stayed posed there, mouth open, inhaling his scent, waiting for his next command.

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