Sweet Punishment #1

It had been arranged. You had wanted to discover with him what lay beyond your casual chat about more than just “vanilla sex”. And while your mind played the fantasy over and over, your passion between your legs throbbed with anticipation of what this may bring.

The handsome Sir you exchanged pleasantries within the hotel lobby had warned you- this vignette would be different! You agreed with pleasure what “doors” this may open. This certainly was the case now, because once the door was closed inside the hotel room, you saw how his mood had changed, now you saw a man who was dominant, rough, and demanding!

In no time at all, I commanded you strip down to nothing but your heels once you have placed your things on the table. You immediately turn and obey, unclasping the black garters, releasing the wonderfully sensual lingerie you had brought while I fix a drink. My cock hardens as I catch the scent of your wildly decadent perfume, it tickles my senses, but despite this, in a quiet, firm voice, you hear, “Face the door and wait”.

You feel your nipples bud and harden, placing your hands on the door not sure what to expect, only that you have my assurance from his very masculine tone that the wicked chastisement you receive will be delicious.

Silently, you feel my presence move close behind you now, his scent and the brush of his beard against the back of your neck enhance your delicate senses.

A  gruff request; “Close your eyes, Ms.”

Waiting….you feel a smooth black, silk blindfold firmly tied around your eyes.

“Now…turn around and free my zipper” A wide smile crosses your face, while your smooth hands search and find. Your hands move past my belt and find your Sir’s doorway. Once my zipper is free, your attempt to grasp my hardening shaft. But your hand is not permitted.

“Noooo!  You can only have that when I tell you. Now, take my belt off, for this will be your pain and pleasure in one”

Pulling my belt free from my slacks you offer it to me, patiently, silently,  awaiting instructions.

“Now, face the door” I growl.

You pout……longing to wrap your hungry lips around Sir’s firm glistening head and make him lose control. But, without hesitation, you obey, turn and place your hands against the door. Your breathing has moved to a silent pant… waiting ….wondering…

You feel me grasping and guiding your wrists firmly, you allow your hands to be raised to the wrist restraints hanging from the door.

You hear him take a deep sip of bubbly, you can’t help but speculate what is next and feel a hot thirst building.

A tug of hot desire reawakens deep inside of your core as you feel my dominance, your pussy begins to tingle with desire, while I ever so slowly strap your willing wrists to be bound. You smell the sweet tang of cologne mixed with champagne, The whiff is intoxicating your senses further while he tugs the restraints tight and high. Was that just the smooth tip of his randy cock sliding against your ass cheek while being hiked up? Such a tease! So smooth and hard! By the time he has you, the tingle you first felt has now become slick with your warm nectar coating your inner thighs.

“Will my Sir give me a sip of champagne”, you plead?

“Only in due time,! ” I snap.

“Now, spread your legs”

You cannot see, but now only feel the curve of the leather belt against your cheek. It slides ever so painstakingly slow along your naked body;  from the curve of your chin, along your neck and shoulder, down to the small of your back, over your buttock, then briefly in between your legs. You arch your smooth ass, to move your hungry clit against the curve of the smooth leather, where you squirm with pleasure and delight. Your moist elixir easily coats the leather, but I quickly pull it away and move along the inside of your thigh.

“Ohhhhh…….” A soft moan escapes your lips.

I lovingly lick the end of the quirt, tasting your nectar.

Now, the belt has moved lower to your ankles. You can feel the tap…tap…tap as you are coerced to spread your heels further apart.

The ankle straps are now buckled just above your delicate heels; you are now trussed firmly and beg,   “How will my Sir punish me tonight,?”

“With pleasure,” I growl.

Immediately you feel the business end of my belt lash against your buttocks. Once, twice, three times. You cry out as the searing lash first burns, then your body convulses, bucking beautifully against the door while your skin prickles and the marks turn a nice rosy red!

Then to your surprise, you hear me say, “Enjoying the sting?”

“Yes, …my Sir” you respond with obedience.

“Something to cool it down?”

“Ohhhh….yes Sir, please!” you retort.

Then you feel the cool surprise of chilled champagne splashed over your cheeks. Your ass tingles as it runs down the inside of your legs,  and then to your surprise, you feel my tongue’s wet tip licking the delightful drink from your thighs, your moist ass cheeks, and then ……I stop just short of passing across your clit!

You move, twist, and contort to satisfy you hot hunger, longing, pressing against this wonderfully wet tongue that lathes your most sensitive areas. Your wet pussy gushes afresh as this delicious sensation, now reversing the initial brief lashes of torment and with each successive lick and tease you arch your hips and demanding cunt to be satisfied with more succulent tongue lashings.

Then you hear him ask, “Mmm….ready for more  Ms.?”