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I slid the keycard to the house into the little box and watched the dot turn from RED to GREEN. Just like a hotel. My heart was racing as I waked into the grand living room adorned with dark, deep, red curtains which covered the floor to ceiling windows. A fireplace stood against the far wall, next to a large, comfy looking couch. As I looked around I saw very little decor, but what I did see had a rather dark tone. Against the opposite wall from the fireplace there was a large collection of whips and riding crops. As I walked slowly over to them, my heels clicking on the cold marble floors, I sensed that I was no longer alone. “Ahhh, I see you have found my collection of riding crops, Mikayla,” his voice purred quietly and deeply. I was tempted to turn around to see him – to meet him, actually, but I did not. I just looked up at the wall with the impressive collection of whips. I was tentative, afraid to look into the face of the man who had enthralled me with his words for so long. “If I were to ask you to chose one, which one would it be,” he whispered into my ear, standing directly behind me now. I could tell he was taller than I and his voice made me shiver just like the first time I had heard it on the telephone. I pointed up to a long, sturdy looking crop. The tether on the end looked to be a rectangle of about 6 by 6 inches. “This one. I like this one,” I declared. He came from behind me, reached up and took the crop from the wall. “Ahhh, your choice tells me much about you Mikayla. Very much indeed. This is a Thoroughbred crop, used only with racing horses. It is heavy and packs quite a powerful punch. If not careful, a swat with this crop can be very painful. You have chosen well,” he declared, handing me the crop to feel. It was indeed very heavy and longer than it looked on the wall. I handed it back to him, still not looking directly at him. He took the crop, and placed his hand on the small of my back. directing me silently into the connecting room. We entered a room lit with candles. It seemed like thousands of candles. There was a large, 4 poster bed against the far wall. A few large bureaus, a small dresser, something hanging in the corner by the bed. There were a few doors that led to other rooms, perhaps closets, but other than that, the room was bare. He directed me to stand and not to move. I didn’t dare, and quite honestly I felt frozen. I couldn’t believe that I was here, with this man whom I had never met. I was placing a great deal of trust in Him, a trust that could so easily be abused. I suspected it was part of the thrill. As he came back into the room I could finally see the features of the man with whom I had become so intimately connected with. He was extremely attractive, with light, brownish hair, a firm, athletic build and large, strong hands. He walked with a recognizable authority. He was smiling at me while holding a rich, purple velvet corset out to me. “Here, Mikayla, Sarıyer escort as discussed. I am sure you will find this a perfect fit,” he said, handing me the corset. He directed me to a door and told me to take my time preparing. He would be waiting here for me to return. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Did I want to do this? I had been in relationships with dominant sex, but this man seemed…more intense. I was so curious. He said I could stop it. I believed him. Didn’t I? I trusted him, but I was HERE in his domain. Was I safe? Surprisingly enough, I felt completely safe. I started to put on the corset, and as promised it fit like a sexy glove. The thong panties also fit perfectly. I decided to keep on my thigh high boots, just for some extra height.I finished up and went back out. He was standing in the center of the room. I walked up to him and stopped just shy of his arm’s reach. He came up behind me and slowly, seductively ran his hands over my body. I dared not move, and this pleased him.“You are a good little Minx; know how to stand still for your inspection.”He continued to run his hands over me. He pinched my nipples and pulled them. He ran his nails over my ass; he kissed my ear and bit it as he circled my body. Then, he stopped and smacked my ass – hard – which almost threw me on the floor. Not from the pain but from the surprise! “Wow, that was a surprise,” I said. SMACK….a harder slap right on my tender ass.“Mikayla, there are rules as you know. You know you need to address me as ‘Sir’, was that not clear when we spoke?’ he demanded, with a firm, yet loving authority.Stunned from my ass spank, I looked up and responded, ‘I am sorry, Sir.’ He kissed me gently on the mouth, assuring me that he was not angry. I had almost forgotten that while here, with him, I was HIS plaything. I was OWNED by him. We had discussed this. I knew the rules. I must not forget again. “When I saw those tits of yours, I knew a corset would be the best thing,” he mewed into my ear. “I had a whole week to find just the right one. I knew you would look delectable in it.”He grabbed my hands and walked me over to the bed. It was a very high bed, there was no way I could get onto it without a stool of some sort. I saw the tethers and the cuffs sitting on the soft looking comforter. I also saw a small set of steps by the head of the bed. He motioned for me to get up, onto the bed.”Lie down on your back, extend your hands to the posters above your head,” he requested. As I complied he tethered my wrists into the cuffs. “Now, spread your legs wide” he commanded. I did as I was instructed and He tethered my ankles in as well. He went down between my legs and pulled on the ropes, which caused my arms and legs to be PULLED in 4 opposing directions. He made them tight; then he made them tighter. My body was completely stretched and my breasts were heaving out of Escort Silivri the corset. When He was satisfied with the tightness of the ropes, he began to explore my body. I felt his hands roaming around my thighs, scratching at them. He ran his finger over my snatch, just barely touching it. It was a deliciously painful torture. I heard a drawer open again, and felt his hands on my neck and throat. He placed a blindfold on my eyes, kissed me deeply as he did it, and then opened the drawer again. I heard chains jingling. I felt him search for my nipples in the corset. He pulled them just above the corset hem. Pulling on them, and twisting them. I was in agony – sweet agony.He placed the nipple clamp on and I ‘yelped’ with pleasure and pain.“Little one, don’t yelp, it doesn’t become you,” he whispered in my ear, “I know you can take much, much more.”He continued by putting another clamp on my other nipple. Once secure, he gave a tug. Then, I felt him down by my legs again. I felt the fabric of my panties being lifted and a clamp being placed on my clitoral hood. The pleasure and pain combination was insanely intense. I was tempted to move, but decided not to. Just when I thought it couldn’t get more torturous, it did. The chains that connected my pussy to my nipples suddenly got very, very taught. One little motion from me instantly pulled on them. It was simple torture. He got next to my ear and said, “You look delicious spread on my bed, with clamps on your pussy and nipples….and I am going to reward you later for your obedience. Now, I need you to stay still, don’t cum, and I will return later…”With that, he kissed me hard on the mouth, pulled on the chain for good measure and left the room. I could hear him in the next room. I heard rustling and finally water running. I was chained and helpless on his bed, and he was taking a Goddamn shower! Fuck.I stayed there, trying not to move, my arms aching, my nipples and pussy throbbing. I wondered how long I would have to endure this? Without a watch or clock to see, blindfolded and horny I lie there. I decided to just relax and go with it. I concentrated on the pleasure, on he sensations of the clamps. My clit was throbbing and my nipples were numb. Eventually I heard him walking around, drawers opening and shutting. I heard him get close and eventually I heard a clicking sound. I could see nothing with the blindfold, but kept hearing ‘click, click, click….’ my interest was really peaked. He came up and pulled the chain.“Oh Little One, you are so fucking sexy lying there. Oh so vulnerable for the taking. Do your nipples hurt? Is your clit engorged? Are you wet like a good Little One?”I wasn’t sure whether or not to answer. I muttered, “I am very wet, Sir.”With that I got a nice reward. He kissed my neck, my nose and then my mouth. Sensual kisses, loving kisses, nice, French kisses. He was a great kisser. I was getting hotter Topkapı escort bayan by the second. He stopped kissing me and I heard a drawer open again – then I heard the buzzing. I felt the vibrator on my nipples – clinking against the clamps – and then on my stomach. Thighs next and finally around and under the clitoral clamp. I was so horny that I knew I would cum quickly. I was scared because that seemed so vulnerable to me, I was exposed and so hot. He knew that I was ready for some release and he began to tease my clit with the vibrator.“If you want to cum, you can Little One. Cum whenever you want.”Just hearing him say that really made me hot. I began to open my legs as far as I could, bucking against the vibrator as much as I could. I wanted my legs open, my clit tight and exposed. I was dying to cum for him. I arched my ass up as far as I could, straining against the tethers. The shackles were tight and I was ready to cum. I felt the hot rush to my pussy and knew I was going to explode. I began to cum in a hot rush and wave and I was moaning and screeching and finally came down from my orgasmic high!“Now Little One, that was a freebie. From now on, I will tell you when you can cum. Do not cum unless I give you permission, is that understood?”“Yes, Sir,” I muttered in a guttural tone.With that the clamps were removed. I felt him above me and I was curious as to what was going to come next. Was he going to fuck me or was he going to torture me slowly some more. He slowly and deliciously ran his hands over my body. I was aching for him to touch my tits or pussy, but he deliberately avoided those spots. He kissed my neck, my breasts, my arms, my face. Then he got up and I felt something on my lips – his cock – and it was large.“Suck my cock Little One; I want to see what you can really do with those pouty lips!”I began to take his cock in the best I could. I had to admit that I had given many a blowjob, but rarely without the use of my hands. He bucked his hips slowly forward and back, as I took his love pole into my mouth and down my throat. He was so huge that when I tried to deepthoat him, I gagged. This pleased him greatly and he began to thrust his cock down my throat more rapidly. I sucked his cock hard, deep, my saliva dripping from my mouth, onto his cock and then dripping onto my breasts. Bending my neck up and trying desperately to get it all in. I heard Him groan and then felt the hot load streaming down my throat. I had done well, apparently and felt proud. That feeling only lasted a few seconds….“Now look what you did; you made me cum. I wasn’t ready to cum yet. Now you will pay for that…”The game had changed yet again. My mind was so confused and yet I knew what I had to do.“Sorry Sir, I tried to please you,” I admitted, with sincerity and softness.I got no verbal reply, but I did get something else I wanted. He began to lick my stomach and went lower and lower until I felt his hot mouth on my pussy. He hovered above me, breathing his hotness on me. I thought that alone would make me cum, but I knew I couldn’t. I was a woman who had powerful orgasms, so there was no way I could fake not having one. He pulled my panties aside, roughly, and just barely touched me with his tongue.