It was just after 5 o’clock and she’d gotten home before her master for once, she entered through the front door of the house she shared with him and onto the ceramic tile that covered the floor of the entranceway and kitchen. The entranceway lights came on with a flick of her wrist and she sat down on the carpeted stairs that led to the second floor.
‘I probably have a little under half an hour till he gets home.’ She thought to herself, ‘what’s the best way to surprise him?’ Came the next thought and a giggle. She stood up and ran up the stairs in her stocking feet and entered the bedroom. First came off the blouse and then the miniskirt. Her master didn’t allow her to wear underwear under her clothes and that always made her shaven sex wet with arousal.
She admired herself in the mirror hanging on the walk-in closet door, taking a few moments to pose this way and that to examine her D-cup breasts, and her toned 5 foot 3 body. But the moments of posing only lasted a brief while before she shed her stockings and put her dirty clothes into the hamper. She slipped into the closet and started to pull out her master’s toys.
First came the cuffs and collar, and the sets of locks. Her master had two different sets of keyed locks. One that she had a copy of the key for and one that she didn’t. Thankfully the first set was larger then the second, allowing her to bind herself for her master before he came home, and provide an element of safety incase he was late or something happened while waiting for him.
Next she pulled out her favourite, and his, ball gag and blindfold. She looked over at the bed and straightened it out, her master hardly ever made it properly except for making sure that the Velcro like ‘Sportsheets’ were pulled tight, she wasn’t going to use them tonight, but she put the pads down on the bedside table incase her master wanted to use them.
She sat down on the bed and picked up the bottle of baby oil she kept on her side of the bed and slowly started to spread it over her soft, firm flesh. She was already getting wet with what she was planning for her master, but the feel of the oil on her flesh just made her even more wet. She loved the feeling of the large strong hands of her master caress her slick body.
With a moan she put the bottle down, there would be more time for that another day. She looked at the clock and bit her lip, her master was an engineer for a high tech company and his hours were erratic. He also had to cross a bridge on he way home, he could be there any minute, or in the next hour or so.
She picked up the collar and slowly rubbed it between her legs, enjoying the feeling of the black leather against her shaven labia, “ooooohh.” She moaned out when she finally finished rubbing it against herself. She brought it up around her neck, buckled and then locked it into place. She always used her master’s locks when putting on her cuffs and collar. It was part of the power exchange. While she could get herself out of any chains she put herself in, she couldn’t get out of the cuffs and collar.
A few moments later and the cuffs were in place around her wrists and ankles. She stood and posed in the mirror a few times, enjoying the sight before her. Though her master didn’t always make her dress like this, she did a good majority of the time to please him. She stood in front of the mirror like her master had taught her. Her legs spread a little wider the shoulder width apart, and her arms behind her, her wrists held at the opposite arm’s elbow.
Next she brought her hands up a little farther, and did her best to cross her wrists between her shoulder blades. She let out a gasp and a few groans as she stretched to make the pose. She always loved when her master bound her tightly like this, it stretched and she couldn’t hold it for very long, but he was training her to hold it longer and longer. The pose forced her to arch her back and present her breasts forward. She licked her lips and turned to the side to see just how well they were presented and understood why her master couldn’t keep his hands off her breasts when he bound her like this. Not that she minded of course!
She turned back to the mirror and let her hands fall down. “I can gawk at myself later.” She says with a smile, a wonderful full mouth smile, “Maybe I can pose for him tonight.” She commented after a moment, “But now I have to get ready for my paddling.”
She hadn’t done anything to deserve a paddling yet, but she planned on it. Oh how much she loved it when her master used that fur lined paddle on her buttocks sometimes. And then of course the inevitable ravishing she got later. She paused for a moment and wondered who was the master and who was the slave. She always seemed to get what she wanted. Well not always, but she got what she wanted most: to please her master. And with that it seemed to please him to allow her that.
She turned back to the bed and picked up the ball gag, blindfold and then fished out a pair of earplugs, before she gathered up some of the locks. One of her master locks and two of the ones she has the key for. She ran down the stairs and put the toys on the judo mats, her master kept for practicing his martial arts on, in the rec room. It was just down some stairs from the kitchen. Her master’s house was very open and he would be able to see her when he entered from the garage.
Her breath was coming faster and harder as she raced around the house. She didn’t care that her breasts were bouncing against her chest. There was no-one to see them yet. Into the living room she went and turned on the stereo and cd player, making sure that the 5 disc pay was loaded.
She then cursed to herself for forgetting to get the paddle. She paused for the moment, should she get the paddle? Or should she get more toys. She wanted a spanking but would her master punish her as severely if she brought him a selection of things to use on her? Or would he reward her?
‘I’ll just have to chance it.’ She thought to herself and ran up stairs to the bedroom again and pulled out the fur covered paddle, and a selection of floggers. One a flogger with fur tails, one with just leather strips, and then the nun’s discipline, which was a large leather covered ring from which foot long leather strips hung, much like the leather strip flogger.
After putting these on the mats in the rec room she picked up the ball gag and slowly rubbed it against her wet sex. She moaned softly as it was soon dripping with her arousal. Her master always loved it when he made her taste herself, and you know what so did she. She brought the gag up to her mouth and buckled it in place. She used the roller buckle to make sure it was tight, almost too tight, but she wanted to feel it tonight. One lock was pushed through the pin on the buckle, her master’s lock. Even if she had an emergency tonight she didn’t want to be free of the gag. Oh her master would be mad at her for that, but she wanted to be the naughty slave tonight.
She picked up the earplugs next and slowly put them into her ears. She cursed at herself again, she could never tell when they were properly put in and she couldn’t yell now to figure it out. She’d just have to hope they were in right, but they were only the first part of a two-part system she was planning tonight. She walked back to the living room and set the cd player to playing. She couldn’t hear it, which was good. She plugged in the radio link headphones and slipped them over her ears. A quick adjustment on the volume and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hear anything when she put them on for real.
She looked at the time again. ‘He’ll be here any moment.’ She thought to herself. ‘Well if he catches me getting ready for him then I’ll have to try harder next time.’ She looks around and turned off the lights in the living room and entranceway. ‘Maybe just a few more things.’ She put the headphones down on the mats in the rec room before she went upstairs and picked up the anal plug and lubricant. The last items she could think of for tonight’s fun. But then she saw the spreader bars hanging from 3their hooks in the closet. She grinned to herself around the large ball in her mouth and picked up the one and a half foot long bar, and another pair of locks. Finally she left the bedroom and turned off all the lights, upstairs.
She entered the rec room and adjusted the overhead track lights to point to the center of the mats where she was going to position herself. She knelt down and then locked the spreader bar between her ankles. Her feet behind her, her butt facing the side of the rec room closest to the garage door to the house. Her master would only have to walk down a short hallway, past the formal dinning room and into the kitchen to see her.
She slipped the blindfold over her forehead and then reached for the butt plug. Slowly and carefully she spread the lube all over the plug, making sure there was more then enough there. Placing her head against the matt and her buttocks high in the air she started to work the large plug into her tight rear passage. Her eyes were closed and she fantasized about how her master had done this to her so many times. The gag in her mouth muffled her moans, but she still heard them, and knew she was going to climax if she didn’t stop.
She kept pushing the plug in and out of her, never letting it go so far in as to pass the widest part near the bottom. She just wanted to lubricate her passage for her master, not fill it. With the way she was positioned she knew she wouldn’t be able to get the plug out of her if it slipped in all the way. She finally pulled it out of her tight passage and left it to the side, letting the remaining lube glisten in the light to let her master know what she had done.
She picked up the headphones and slipped them over her ears, making sure they were well in place and hard for her to accidentally dislodge. They weren’t a bondage toy, but still she liked to use them. With them over her ears and the earplugs blocking out most of the sound she couldn’t hear a thing.
Still with her head against the plush, if not soft, judo mats she reached between her legs with one of the locks and struggled to get her left wrist cuff bound to her ankle. She had to squirm around a lot, rubbing her breasts against the mats and bend her knees even more, but she did manage it. The forced her buttocks high into the air her body forced into a position that both spread and exposed her sex and anus.
With her free hand she reached up to pull the blindfold down over her eyes. She settled it in place so that the fleece lined blindfold blocked out the light completely. She turned her head a few times to make sure the light was completely blocked out before she settled it back down onto the mats. She was glad her master had these mats. Designed to take a flip or a roll without damaging the person doing it, they also didn’t hurt the knees or feet when you knelt on them for long periods of time.
Still she hadn’t done anything that would cause a punishment from her master, well apart from the lock on the gag. She wasn’t sure which would be worse. The punishment for the lock on the gag, or what she was planning next.
Her free hand came down between her legs and she started to stroke over her wet sex. Her breath was already quick and ragged, her arousal already hard. But she didn’t care right now. Her fingers found her clit and started to stroke quickly, moving back and forth and around and around. She was determined to bring herself off at least once before her master came home. So she settled into stroking her sex with her fingers and nails to wait for her master.
* * *
It was only three of four songs into the second cd, and her third orgasm, when she felt her master’s hand grab her wrist and pull her love juice soaked hand from her sex and to her right ankle. She felt the lock go in place more then she heard it. It was then that she started to struggle against the spreader bar, locks and leathers. Her master always enjoyed watching her buttocks sway back and forth as she struggled against the bondage.
He left her there for what seemed like minutes, struggling in the bondage of her own devising, this seemed to make her even more aroused then just the set-up of the situation. She always loved showing off for her master, making him hot with desire, posing for him.
She almost gasped when she saw the bright light of the flash, visible through the edges of the blindfold. She couldn’t tell where he was standing, just the occasional feeling of light as the flash went off. ‘Oh, he’s such a tease.’ She thought to herself, he knew how much of exhibitionist she was, and how embarrassed she would be when he threatened to post the pictures on his website.
Every time she saw the brief bit of light through the edges of the blindfold she felt a charge go through her body. She mmphed and moaned into the large gag in her mouth. Doing her best to pose for the camera. Knowing that he would be taking pictures mostly between her legs, showing off how the spreader bar spread her outer labia and her buttocks, exposing the wetness of her inflamed, aroused sex and her well-lubricated asshole.
The length of a song went by after the end of the last flash. She started to wiggle against the mats again in her anticipation. Waiting to find out what he was going to do. And then suddenly she let out a cry into the gag as she felt the impact of the paddle on her bare buttocks. The surprise was almost enough to bring her to a climax, but almost wasn’t good enough.
After a bit of wiggling, she did her best to straighten her knees to bring her buttocks up into position to receive the caress of the paddle again. And she got it, this time harder then before. It felt harder then he has ever done before. But she knew deep down that her master would never hurt her, and it was probably the arousal and the sensory depravation that was increasing the feeling along her buttocks.
On the third stroke of the paddle she let out a cry that would have echoed off the walls if it wasn’t for the gag locked in her mouth. The paddle came down just as hard as before, but was aimed a bit lower. Her buttocks too most of the blow, but she still felt it against her sex. Her climax rocked through her body, causing her to thrash against the bondage. But the locks and leather were much stronger then she was. She bit down hard on the gag as her body convulsed through her pleasure.
The headphones were pulled from her head and then the earplugs one by one. “Seems my slave has been naughty, hasn’t she?” Came the firm, deep voice of her master. She almost purred as she heard it, the firmness, but also the love she could hear in it. She mmphed again into the large gag, knowing that he wouldn’t remove it, or the blindfold till he was done.
“She can hardly take a spanking without climaxing. Such a naughty girl, we’ll just have to see what we’ll have to do with her tonight. As it is you have another twelve strikes with the paddle tonight.” He knew how much she loved to be spanked, and he knew she felt the need tonight. “Five for masturbating without permission.” Not that that was a crime, he didn’t deny her the feelings of her body like some, but it was a convenient crime. “And five more for not having my dinner ready, and five more for getting my mats dirty with your juices.” Again convenient crimes, but still you can’t spank your slave just because she asked for it.
She let out a mmph of protest into the gag. Playing the game of the naughty slave that they both liked on occasion. She wiggled her buttocks into the air again in her struggles, knowing what that would entice. She heard it before she felt the sting of the paddle on her buttocks again. He wasn’t holding back tonight it seemed. She was going to be sore tonight. After every stroke on her bare buttocks she let out a slightly different mmph as she counted off each one.
Her eyes were closed tightly behind the blindfold as she accepted her punishment. By the time the last one came she was at her peak again. Never before had a paddling given her a climax like it did tonight, and never had it almost caused a second one. She moaned in frustration as she was left at her peak. But not for long it seemed.
While she was stewing earlier her master had obviously gotten undressed and was now kneeling behind her. She felt his slightly smaller then one and three-quarter inches wide cock press against her anus. He’d taken the time to lube up his seven-inch shaft, while they both liked the S&M side of things, he didn’t want to hurt her beyond a sore buttocks. With his hands on her sore buttocks he started to push his cock into her tight anus. Gently, yet forcefully his thick hard shaft entered her.
She could barely hear his gasp of pleasure over her own cries as she was spread around his wide cock. Her master was a big man, 6’4” tall and heavy set. Not fat, but big boned and of a stocky proportion. He would probably have been considered a giant in the medieval world. But he was all hers, and that was her only thought as she felt the thickness enter into her.
Glad for the lubricant she felt him impale himself inside her on his first thrust. His gentle, but firm motion allowed her to relax her tight anus enough that she could take him. But then again he had trained her slowly, starting with a small butt plug and then working up to a dildo slightly bit bigger then he was.
With a grunt he started to rock his shaft in and out of her, his motions were long, slow, and yet forceful. She felt her shoulders and head push against the mats as he bore down on her. Her cries of pleasure were just that much louder as she felt his hips push against her reddened buttocks. She only lasted for maybe five or six thrusts before she let out another scream of pleasure as another climax went through her body.
Her master kept going, moving harder and faster, thrusting his with his strong buttocks and hips, pushing her against the mats. She barely had time to enjoy her climax before she was rushing headlong into another one. She did her best to hold back her orgasm, breathing deeply, biting down on the ball in her mouth, and clenching her hands into tight fists. She knew this last climax would do her in for the next while and wanted her master’s cum inside of her before it hit her.
Her efforts were rewarded with a firm slap of her master’s hand on her naked buttocks. That caused her to cry out and lift her head from the mats as another intense climax went through her body. Only to be strengthened as she felt the hot spurts of her master’s seed shoot into her bowels. He groaned and kept up his thrusts until he was spent. He pulled from her buttocks finally and let his hand run against her buttocks.
“There’s a good slave.” He said in a voice less firm then before, but still filled with his love for her. He reached to the side and pulled out his key ring and unlocked her wrists and ankles from each other and from the spreader bar. He removed her blindfold and reached to undo her gag.
She saw his from and then the worry and anger in his eyes as his key didn’t work. “Seems my slave was naughtier then I had thought. I told you not to use my locks on anything but your cuffs and collar when I’m not home.” He said, his voice changed from the firm master voice to the worried lover voice. “What if the house caught on fire, or the home was broken into?” He watched her for the moment. She didn’t look all that repentant as she knelt down before him again, her head held low, her eyes as well.
She didn’t seem to be listening to him, her eyes were on his shaft. Her body held in one of the positions he had taught her. Her knees spread wide, a little more then shoulder width apart. Her wrists touching her elbows behind her back, she lifted her buttocks off the ground on her heels, her toes dug into the mats a bit to support her weight. This exposed her wet, dripping sex to her master. She arched her back to present her breasts to him, her nipples hard and aroused.
He just sighed, “You aren’t listening are you?” He said after a moment, “What am I going to do with you?” He reached forward and lifted her chin and gave her lips a kiss over the gag. Her eyes looked into his, filled with love and devotion to this man who stole her heart and earned her submission.
“But I can see you need some training still, Jenny.” Her master said with a firm voice. “And I should make some supper for us.”
Jenny let out a mmph of protest as she looked at her master. She brought her hands forward and pressed against his naked shoulders, her eyes glancing towards the kitchen.
“Oh I know, slave.” He said with his teasing but firm voice. “Today you’ll get some training first, while I make supper. Stand up!” He said firmly. Jenny bounced to her feet so quickly her breasts bounced against her chest provocatively.
She quickly assumed the position her master had trained her to. Her feet were spread a little bit more the shoulder width apart, and her hands where behind her again, touching her elbows. This pushed her breasts forward and offered them to her master.
Her master went into the office can came out with one of the chairs. He positioned it under one of the hooks he embedded into one of the ceiling beam. “I think you need some time hanging around. Up on the chair girl.” He commanded, holding out his hand to help his naked slave girl get onto the chair. He reached above her, being tall enough to reach the ceiling, not easily but still able to reach it. He looped a chain through the hook and then locked the chain to her wrist cuffs. “Hold onto the chain.” He said, just as he pulled the chair out from under Jenny, leaving her hanging at least a foot off the ground.
“You need to work on your leg muscles more.” He said, “And of course your sexual muscles as well. Spread your legs as if you were standing.” With a groan Jenny spread her legs till there were a little bit more then shoulder width apart. “There’s a good girl, now then you’ll hold that till supper is ready.” He said with a smile, “That’s your punishment for locking the ball gag on with a lock you don’t have a key for. And to make sure you can’t just spread your legs while I’m watching.” He pulled out a spool of thread and unwound it. He cut off two lengths and tied one thread to each ankle cuff, and the other end of the thread to other hooks in the ceiling. So that if she closed her legs the thread would break.
Jenny was already starting to groan, the legs and leg muscles were meant to support the body, not the other way around. Her master picked up a slim chrome vibrator and turned it on high, and slipped it into Jenny’s sex halfway. He worked it around to where the tip of the vibrator was just where her G-spot was. Jenny’s groans turned to moans as she started to shudder under the strain.
“Now here’s the rules for this training session. You’ll get five strokes with the flogger over your buttocks for each thread that is broken. And ten on your buttocks and five over your sex and each of your breasts if the vibrator falls.” He reached forward and stroked her clit with his finger. “I’m sure can do it, Jenny.” He said with a smile. “Supper should take about 45 minutes.”
Jenny just groaned out loud and bit down on the ball in her mouth. She clenched her sex around the vibrator that was deep inside of her, doing her best to keep it in and please her master. She knew she wasn’t going to last the 45 minutes. Her body was already straining to keep her legs held wide. Her juices were already slowly slipping down the chrome vibrator.
Her master walked to the kitchen, her eyes followed his naked form, almost distracting her from her assigned task. She faced raised floor of the kitchen so she could watch her master start supper.
* * *
Jenny was pleased with herself. She lasted what seemed to be five minutes for her master to pull some frozen spaghetti sauce from freezer, throw it in the microwave and fill up the large pot of water. But it wasn’t really that long. Her body was covered with seat from the ordeal. Her groans were almost constant and her body was shaking under the strain of holding it in position. Her master sat down at the table and watched her.
He caught her cry of pleasure as the training and vibrator inside her pushed her to another climax. Her body shuddered and she threw back her head and the threads on her ankle cuffs. Her legs dangled down below her, her muscles exhausted. She barely had time to open her eyes to see her master pick up the leather-tailed flogger, and swish it firmly against her buttocks.
Her cry would have been deafening if not for the large gag in her mouth. Her body shuddered again, as her climax just intensified. She held her legs tight together throughout it all, keeping the vibrator inside of her. She barely came down from her climax before the second swish of the flogger was heard and then the sting on her still sore buttocks.
She continued to cry out as the swats landed on her naked buttocks. When he reached ten he put the flogger down. He walked around in front of her, and stroked over her sweat-covered breasts. “You’ll do better next time, won’t you slave?” He pinched her nipples which caused her to gasp.
He left her to hang there for a few moments as he dealt with the thawing sauce. She watched his naked body, her eyes always locked on his hard shaft, wishing she could lick her lips through the gag she wore in her lips. She groaned out as she felt the vibrator inside her slip a bit. She scrunched up her body and did her best to keep it in place.
When her master returned, she couldn’t help but groan as he picked up the spreader bar. “Since you couldn’t hold your legs open on your own, I’m sure this will help you.” He said with a smile, and locked the bar between her legs. Almost immediately she groaned out loud as she felt the vibrator slip inside of her. She did her best to squeeze her sex around the vibrator, but it was a losing battle. The chrome was naturally smooth and slippery, giving her nothing to hold onto. Her juices, being a natural lubricant only made this worse.
But worse, she could feel her orgasm building again. Being bound and punished like this by her loving master, and the effort to do his bidding aroused her more then anything else.
Her master picked up the flogger again, watching her sex, the vibrator now being three quarters out of her sex. Jenny closed her eyes, relaxed her sex before she tightened down again. Hoping that would keep the vibrator insider her still. But instead the action popped the vibrator out of her sex to land in the puddle at her feet.
She barely had a chance to gasp before she felt the tails of the flogger on her buttocks again. She groaned and squirmed against the bondage. Offering her buttocks to each swat, letting out a loud moan whenever one of the thin tails swatted between her buttocks to impact against her anus and sex.
The whipping was over quickly, and Jenny felt herself at her peak again, but knowing she wasn’t going to come again soon. But she enjoyed the feeling of her body so wantonly exposed to her master. She cried out suddenly as the first swat by the flogger against her sex was struck. Followed quickly by the other four.
Her eyes closed again as her master started to whip her breasts in turn with the flogger. Her face was a picture of pure ecstasy, that her master cared enough to train her to be his slave and to correct her in just the way he knew drove her to over achieve her previous attempts. It was over all too soon, and she was left to hang there, her body covered in sweat and spent.