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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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(A little story I wrote for a couple a while back, thought I'd share!)
I'd barely finished knocking when the front door swung open and I was greeted with a grin as she grabbed me by the hand, pulling me quickly inside the house.
“Master will be joining us in a few minutes, I’ve got to get ready first”
She had caught me totally off-guard, I certainly hadn't been expecting such a casual and friendly welcome. She was dressed casually too, bare foot, jeans and a just loose fitting t-shirt, it suited her.
She moved with excited energy, seemingly oblivious to my nervousness and the fact I hadn't actually said anything yet! She was still pulling me by the hand as she led the way through the house, up the stairs, and through a door on the right and into what I assumed was their master bedroom.
She tilted her head slightly and stared at me, “So what did you bring me?”
I looked at her, a little confused, I’m not sure my mind had caught up with the situation just yet and I still hadn't actually said anything!
She nodded toward the sachet on my shoulder. I unslung it and handed it to her a little robotically.
She flashed a little wicked grin and proceeded to tip the entire contents of the satchel out onto the nearby bed and spread it around excitedly.
“Come here” she said simply, indicating the floor in front of her with an outstretched finger. As I moved toward her, she looked me straight in the eye with a wicked glint and added “Strip”.
I hesitated. She picked up a riding crop from the sprawl of toys on the bed and gave me a playful flick on the chest.
“Now” she said more firmly.
I took a breath and did as ordered, quickly kicking off my shoes and sock, and immediately pulling my t-shirt over my head.
I paused.
“And those” she said, flicking my crotch with the crop.
I unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans to the floor, pushing them to one side with my foot.
I’m already getting hard, which she could clearly notice through my boxers. That grin again. She taps my cock through the material playfully with the crop. She clears her throat in a slightly exaggerated way, I take this as my signal to remove the boxers.
As I pull them down my cock springs free and she gives a little smile.
“I still need to get ready, but let’s get you secure first” that smile again. I was going to like this girl.
She scanned and assortment of toys on the bed before picking out two sets of leather cuffs.
She throw them on the floor in front of me, “Put those on”.
As I bent down to pick them up I felt the sting of the crop on my backside and heard her giggle.
“I want you on your knees bitch" she ordered, "On the rug at the end of the bed, facing outwards…now”.
I made my way slowly around the side of the bed and knelt down at the foot of the bed on a small plush rug.
I picked up the first set of the cuffs strapping them tightly to each wrist, feeling a small thrill as the leather closes firmly around my skin.
I raised each knee in front of me in turn, strapping the larger cuffs firmly to my ankles.
I could hear her rummaging through my supplies behind me and selecting some further items from the pile. There was another noise that sounded as though she was pulling something our from under the bed.
I crane my neck to follow her movements, curious.
“Eyes front” she said in a firm tone. I yelp at the sharp crack of the crop across the back of my shoulders which emphasises her point, and reluctantly face forward.
I can feel her moving behind me now, carefully avoiding my feet whilst standing in the space between the foot of the bed and my back. I'm feel tense, nervous, but mostly excited.
She gently kicks at my ankles with her foot, indicating that I should spread my legs further apart my legs apart whilst still kneeling. I feel her hand on my shoulder, steadying herself as she kneels on the floor directly behind me.
I jump a little as a cold metal brushed my calf, there's a couple of quick clicks and I realise my ankle cuffs are now attached to a spreader bar. I flex my legs, there's no way I could bring them back together, the restraints feel reassuringly solid.
I flinch and feel a small crackle of static as she gentle places her hand over my shoulder to steady herself as she rises behind me. As she stands, her hand glides up my neck and over the side of my face and into my hair, grabbing, tugging my head back so that I look up at her as standing behind me and towering over me, seemingly more confident in her role now.
I'm not sure where to look as she steps around me and stands directly in-front of my face, my eyes level with the hem of her t-shirt.
She firmly places a hand against each of my shoulders.
“Back”, she says softly, as she gentle shuffles me backwards on my wide stretched knees toward the foot of the bed.
I slide my cuffed feet, spreader bar and all, under the bed as I back up. I shiver involuntarily as my back meets the cold vertical metal bars that make up the foot-board at the bottom of the bed.
“Hands”, is all she says as I bring my arms up towards her and hold them together in front of me.
"Not like that pet", she says as she takes my left wrist, gently guiding it, outstretched to the bedpost, securing it there. She repeats the process with my right wrist.
“Good boy” she coos.
I playfully pull at the cuffs and test my restraints. I feel vulnerable, kneeling like this, back against the bars of the bed, legs forced apart with my ankles cuffed into a spreader bar behind me and under the bed, and arms pulled as far apart as I'm able and restrained against each bed post.
I love it.
My head is buzzing now, this is what I've wanted. I look up at her and smile, a hungry animal smile, but am instantly plunged into blackness as a leather blindfold is pulled over my eyes. I feel the buckle being pulled tight behind my head.
“Okay?” she asks.
“Yes”, I say a little hoarsely.
I feel a jolt as she whacks my left nipple with the riding crop, another giggle .
“Yes what?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good boy. Now I’m going to get dressed for Master. I don’t want you getting into any trouble, so open up”
It took me a while to process what she meant, but I quickly realise as I feel a rubber ball being brushed against my lips and obediently open my mouth wide to receive the ball, as she buckles the strap behind my head.
As if to test the gag she gives me a few hard smacks with the crop across my chest, and walks away to the sound of my muffled moan.
After what seems like an eternity, I hear the clack of heels approaching and a hand pulls the blindfold up and onto my forehead. I blink a little at the sudden light.
“What do you think?” she asks, standing confidently in front of me.
I can only make a muffled noise through my ball gag, but she looks amazing in a black corset, thong and heels, with the riding crop completing the look.
“It’s not for you”, she teases as she reaches forward and replaces the blindfold. I moan through my gag in protest.
The next thing I hear is a second set of footsteps and whispered voices, moving closer, standing just in front of me.
There's more urgency to the noise now, I can hear what must be the two of them making out just inches away.
There's the sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor, hushed moans and the rapid movement of excited hands.
Suddenly I jump, as I feel the pointed sole of a shoe pushed firmly against my balls.
“Don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten you bitch” Mistress says.
I feel a pair of hands on me, exploring, twisting, teasing.
I moan a little into my gag as a hand wraps around my now rock hard cock and I desperately thrust toward it.
“Ah ah, not yet pet” Mistress says softly, giving my balls a playful little tug.
I hear movement in front of me again and I feel Master's cock brush past me cheek. I turn my face away and a firm hand takes hold my chin and turns it back.
“Ready for your first taste of cock slut?” says a new, firm, voice.
I try to turn my head away again, but feel a hand glide over my own cock.
“I think he just needs a little more encouragement” she says “I’d love to see you suck Master's cock like a helpless little slut”.
She starts pumping me and I moan into the gag, she quickly slows and twists my nipple sharply with her free hand. After repeating this again with my other nipple, followed by another sharp tug on my balls, I was more desperately trying to reach her hand with my cock, pleading for the attention to continue.
The firm hand on my chin, slipped to my throat and squeezed.
Finally, with his other hand, he pulls the ball gag from my mouth and lets it fall around my neck.
“Open” he commands.
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