Damsell in distress

Kneeling on the floor with my hands tied behind my back and my face pressed tightly against the floor, I had to wonder how I always got myself into these situations.

Clearly - I found myself rationalising as you were spreading the cold lubricant on my ass - clearly I should think twice before talking back next time...

A warning

You grab me by the hair and throw me on the bed. Always a good sign, even if your devious smile suggested that it comes with a price.

M: "I am going to have my way with you tonight - you might not like it, but its going to happen..."

I nod and close my eyes and feel your teasing bites move up my legs as you climb on me. That sexy stubble against my skin enhances the chain of kisses and bites on my neck, leading up to a long and demanding kiss.

M: "But I'll be nice to you first."

Moving back down my neck your lips trace every inch of skin uncovered by your wandering hands. It is always such a turn on to feel your touch through clothes. The lace only seemed to amplify the effect, and as you pull my bra aside to bite and kiss my nipples I am already losing my mind.

I feel one hand grabbing my hair and bending my head back as the other pulls my skirt up. By the time your fingers slide under my knickers, I'm already dying to feel your touch.

M: "Just remember that I'll only be nice to you until you come. And you better fight hard little girl, cause as soon as you let go I'm going to slide my big fat cock in that tight little ass or yours."

Your mouth on my breasts and your fingers on my pussy make me too horny to fight back. I quiver and moan as I lose myself under your touch. The teeth on my nipples turn more demanding and the pain fuses with the pleasure your fingers arouse playing with my clit.

With your fingers in me I push against your hand wanting more. One finger turns into two and three and more. Filling, pushing deeper. More than I can handle. I realise that you're trying to fit your whole fist inside of me. I can't take it and attempt to wriggle away... but you're holding me down.

I begin to panic, but just then you pull back and concentrate on my clit driving me wild with lust again. And before long I'm already hoping you'd slide your fingers back inside me. I'm sure that I could take a little more.

Sliding your fingers back in my pussy, you play me on the thin line between pain and pleasure. Pushing a little more than before you hurt me just enough for it to be almost too much to bear, but at the same time feel like nothing before.

Your fingers inside my pussy, twisting and turning, pushing a little deeper and harder each time - and just before it gets too much, you pull them out and begin massaging my ass gently. At first it makes me stiffen as it reminds me of your threat, but after a while it feels too good to resist and I let go once more.

The pain mixes with the incredible pleasure, and all I can think of is how those fingers fill me, how I wish I could take just that little bit more, and how sweet the pain you inflict on me feels.

Before I know it, I'm arching my back in the middle of a massive explosion of an orgasm and turn into a panting, trembling mess in your arms.

I am still struggling to catch my breath as you get up and I hear the menacing click of the lubricant tube opening...

M: "Now why don't you think about what you have just done. I warned you, didn't I?"

Promising

I keep checking the time Master. Over and over again, yet it refuses to fly for me. Minutes drag on endlessly and the day doesn't seem to get any closer to ending.

I grab my phone to open your message again. I must have seen it a dozen times this morning, but still it sends chills of expectation running down my back, and I catch myself glancing at the clock on my monitor. Silly rabbit.

Your message, Master. No words, just an image.

An image of a beautiful black rope, menacingly wrapped around your big strong hand.

Now if only the day would go faster...

Assume the position

It is so difficult to concentrate in the office today, Master.

Smiling and nodding, I do my best to pretend to be listening. I put on the most convincing 'this is the most important thing in the world to me' face, while my mind wonders. If she she only knew - that daft old cow sitting on the other side of the table ranting with her mouth foaming.

If she only knew what a slut you had turned me into just some hours earlier. Sitting on that coffee table exposed like the whores at the red light district.

You told me to sit there and wait. Spread my legs wide with wrists tied to my knees, providing you with a full view underneath my shorter than short skirt. Even after you blindfolded me with my own knickers I could feel your burning stare on my skin.

I could feel your gaze eating my black stiletto heels, wandering along the black sheer stockings veiling my legs all the way up to the new garter belt. I so hoped it pleased you my Master.

Stripping away the little armor I had left, you had ordered me to remove the top and the bra I was wearing, and only allowed me to tie a thin cardigan to cover my otherwise bare breasts. My erected nipples staring at you when I couldn't see a thing.

It still amazes me what a powerful aphrodisiac losing control is. Especially when it is combined with the fear of not knowing what to expect.

Losing the ability to move and see, even the slightest touch of the rope brushing against my nipples was amplified to an ecstasy sending a direct Morse code of lust straight down to my pussy.

Snapping back into the real world, I notice that the old hag has reached a new high in her series of hissy fits, and was throwing her pen on the table repeatedly. I almost feel sad for her for a moment. Sorry for how dried and bitter age has rendered her. Almost.

If she only knew how wet you made me last night, and what a good girl your dirty little slut can be...

Phone order

The phone rings. Delighted to see its you, I pick up the phone straight away.

D: Well hello! How are you gor-

M: Shut up and listen. I am going to give you orders, and you are to follow them exactly as I say. Understood?

D: Yes, Master.

M: Good girl.

Now listen carefully: if you forget even one tiny little detail, you will be punished for it.

You are to have a shower and prepare yourself for my use. Wear your hair down, put on dark make-up and wear the perfume you know I like. Wear black underwear, stockings with garter belt, and black high stilettos.

Arrange all the toys on the floor next to the bed for easy access, light the room up with candles and put on Massive Attack's Mezzanine album.

Leave the door open and kneel at the end of your bed facing the wall. You are not allowed to move or turn around no matter what happens. Understood?

D: Yes, Master.

M: Good girl. You have twenty minutes.

*click*

Staring at the phone I feel my heart racing, and I realise that I'm blushing wildly. Embarrassed by the extent of my reaction I quickly glance at the time. Twenty minutes was not a lot.

I rush into the shower and wash myself carefully from head to toe. I take my time shaving and making sure that I'm all smooth and delicious as you ordered. Fifteen minutes left.

Half in a dream, half in panic I dry my hair and start drawing black feline eyeliners around my eyes. Dark, smoky, and sexy; just as I know you like.

I can still hear your voice clearly as your words play in my mind. "I am going to give you orders, and you are to follow them exactly as I say." I've always found your voice sexy, but the commanding tone just made it an instant turn on. "...if you forget even one tiny little detail, you will be punished..." You could tell me to do anything and I would be unable to resist. "Good girl." Eight minutes left.

You don't even have to be present to get me dripping wet. Almost ashamed by how excited a single phone call can make me, I dress up in my most luxurious black push-up bra, sheer tie-up knickers with little bows on both sides for easy removal and the garter belt I know you like most. Taking extra care and time with the stockings, I set the seams exactly straight and attach them securely on the garter belt's hooks. Five minutes left.

I search for candles in panic and light them all around the room to create the perfect lighting. I put the Massive Attack album on repeat and adjust the volume so its not too disruptive. Two minutes left.

I unlock the door and leave it open for just a few centimeters. Very aware of the fact that anyone passing the door would have clear view straight into the bedroom, I pray its not a windy day outside and that the door would hold nearly closed until your arrival.

With a minute left I'm stepping into my heels I rush into the bedroom and kneel at the end of my bed.

The time freezes. After flying so fast for the past twenty minutes, suddenly every minute turns into an hour.

Almost too excited to breath, I wait for you to open the door. I try to imagine what it will look like when you see me waiting for you. Kneeled on the floor, submissive and ready to please your every whim.

I feel so proud for being such a good girl and following your every command.

The minutes stretch and every creak from the door sends my heart racing. I feel my knickers getting so wet that I have no hope of disguising how much your little games turn me on. There is no hiding the fact that I'm your horny little slut and the more you treat me like one, the more aroused I get.

Just as I think that you are not going to arrive at all, and relax my posture for a second, I hear steps from the door. I blush violently and my heart rises to my throat as I recall the phone conversation in detail. Your every wish my Master.

My breathing is getting faster and heavier as I hear the door open slowly. You don't say anything. I don't hear any more steps. No closing door.

After what feels like an eternity I begin to panic as I start doubting if it is you at all. What if some stranger just happened to pass my door and glimpse inside?

Too scared to move I just wait.

Then I notice it, the one thing I had forgot: the toys. I had not laid the toys down on the floor as you wished.

I hear you slowly removing your belt... I know I am in trouble.