A Story for Kat - Part 2

I reach out with one hand, lifting your chin, making you look me in the eyes. I hold your gaze for a long moment. “Who owns you?” I ask you.

“You do, Sir.”

“And what can I do to you?”

“Anything you want, Sir.” There, that look. The hunger in your eyes.

“Yes, that’s right. Anything I want,” I whisper quietly. I trace my thumb along your jawline. You bite your lower lip and you sigh, your eyes slowly closing. I let you go again and grab the wrist cuffs from the table. “I am going to cuff you now,” I tell you.

“Yes, Sir.”

I bring your arms behind your back, securing your wrists. With your arms tied back, the fullness of your breasts is accentuated. I feel my own body responding, my cock beginning to swell, but I push the sensation to one side and continue my work.

I leave you standing there as I take off my jacket. I remove my cuff links and place them on the table, then roll my sleeves up to the elbow. Next, I grab one of the heavy wooden dining chairs and carry it to the lounge area, placing it on the carpet. I then return to the table, take up the remaining items and carry them to the lounge, placing them on the floor next to the chair. Finally, I sit on the chair. “Come stand in front of me,” I command.

“Yes, Sir.” you walk over to me, standing in front of me. Your nipples are at my eye level. I want to lean forward and lick each one, to suck them, but I suppress the urge.

“Turn around,” I instruct you. You comply. Your black g-string disappears between the milky white cheeks of your arse. I reach forward, running my hands up the sides of your thighs, over your hips, and down your buttocks. Using the palms of my hands and my thumbs I pull your arse cheeks apart, admiring the view of your knickers barely covering your pussy. I slide my hands up again, my thumbs looping underneath the top of your knickers. “Bend over. Stick your arse out.”

You do as instructed, leaning forward, and I take my time to slowly pull your underwear over your arse, and down your legs. Now, bent over like this, the folds of your pussy are on full display, and I can see the tell-tale glistening on your lips which shows just how wet you are. I lean in, my nose up against your skin, and inhale deeply, savouring the intoxicating aroma of your arousal. I feel my cock twitch in response, the damp sensation in my trousers from the precum leaking from my cock.

I sit back. Time to mix things up a bit. SLAP! You gasp as I bring my hand down on your left arse cheek. I run my palm over your bare skin, admiring as the blood rushes to the surface. Your skin quickly turns a slight pink, a perfect imprint of my hand. I bring my hand down again, this time on your right cheek. This time your gasp is louder, and a little sigh escapes you as my hand massages your cheeks. I slap you another few times, still very mild, but your pale skin starts to give a soft pink glow and is warm to the touch. Time to move on.

“Come here, and lay on my lap,” I direct you. You comply, kneeling beside me before leaning forward to lay across my legs. With my right hand, I run my hand over your arse cheeks, and I spend a few moments doing this, enjoying the sensation of your skin. I run my thumb along the crack of your arse, following the line, lower, to your pussy, which is hot and wet to the touch. A sharp indrawn breath escapes your lips as my thumb gently circles your hole.

I reach down with my left hand and pick up the butt plug. I guide It to your mouth. “Suck on it,” I instruct you, and you open your mouth, sucking it in like a cock while I continue to run my thumb along your wet pussy. You begin to moan as you work it deeper into your mouth. Finally, satisfied that it is nice and wet, I pull it from your mouth and transfer it to my right hand, aligning it with your wet pussy. I line it up perfectly with your wet vagina and slowly start to apply pressure, watching as it begins to slide inside you.

I begin to slowly fuck it in and out, each time slowly stretching your pussy wider. Rather than allow it all the way in though, I pull it out, noting how it is liberally covered in your slick juices. I spit on my left hand and use it to lubricate your arse, then position the plug over your sphincter. I feel your body momentarily tense underneath me, then relax. At that moment I put pressure on the plug, slowly pushing it into you. Just as I did previously, I slowly piston the plug in and out, each slow thrust going deeper and stretching you wider. Now, you are moaning ever so softly, and your hips rise up a little to meet each downward thrust of the butt plug. In only a few moments, I watched as the thickest part of the plug pushes past your ring, and the plug sinks in all the way up your arse.

With you across my lap, hands cuffed behind your back, I admire your vulnerability, your eagerness to submit. Now it was time to take it further. I reached down and pick up the gag ball. “I’m going to put this in your mouth. When I do this, you will no longer be able to talk. You won’t be able to use your safe word. You will have to submit to me and trust in me. If you want to stop, now is the time” I give you a moment for this to sink in. Silence. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do I have your consent to continue?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With that, I guide the ball into your mouth and fasten the strap around your head. I feel your breath become more rapid as you adjust to breathing through your nose.

Now, I reached down for my final toy, the paddle. I place the paddle gently on your arse cheeks, using the smooth leather to gently caress your skin. You anticipate what’s coming, and your muscles contract involuntarily. I watched as your buttocks clench and your arse clamps hard against the butt plug. I removed the paddle, using my hand instead, kneading your flesh until the muscles begin to relax.

SMACK! I slap the paddle hard across your arse cheek, and you jerk in response. I watch as your skin turns a deeper shade of pink. I massage you again, helping you relax. I alternate with moments where I gently trace the backs of my fingers across your burning skin. I hear you sigh and moan as I caress you. SMACK! I give you another hard whack of the paddle. With my left hand I reach underneath you, cupping your breast, holding it in my palm, gently squeezing. Your moan of pleasure is muffled by the gag in your mouth. With my right hand I bring the paddle down again, and again, the skin now glowing bright red and becoming puffy looking.

My cock is rock hard in my trousers and digging against your flesh, and I feel you move your body, putting pressure against my member. I pause momentarily as I savour the sensation, feeling a desire for my own release, but I push it aside and instead give you a harder slap with the paddle. As it strikes your skin your moan becomes a cry.

Satisfied, I put the paddle down. I run my hand gently over your swollen skin, following the crack of your arse then down to your pussy. You are soaking wet, and when I push my fingers against your hole I am easily able to sink them all the way in. I slide my wet fingers in and out, noting how slick they are covered in your juices. I continue to finger you, rubbing against your g-spot, while with my thumb I trace down, finding your clit, rubbing it as my fingers thrust in and out. It doesn’t take long before I feel your body begin to shiver, and your pussy clenches hard around my fingers as waves of contractions run through your body.

After what seems like ages, the last few twitches leave your body and you lay slumped over my lap, your breathing ragged. I undo the ball gag, and it drops to the floor. As you lay there panting, slowly recovering, I unfasten the wrist cuffs and then slowly pull the plug from your arse. You gasp as you finally get control over your body again.

“Stand up,” I instruct you, and you slowly get your feet under you, and it is obvious your legs must feel like jelly. Now that you're standing, I turn my attention to the nipple clamps, releasing each one, and you wince slightly as the blood rushes back into the area.

I make you stand there as I gather up my items and put them back in my bag. I unroll my sleeves, replacing the cufflinks and I put on my jacket, making sure to settle it in place. Satisfied, I return to you, take your chin in my hand and lift your face. Once again I look deep into your eyes. Your mascara has run; at some point tears have run down your cheeks, and now all that remains are black streaks down your face. Your eyeliner is smudged and makes the area under your eyes look dark. You look small and vulnerable, but you give me a small smile and I can see that you very much enjoyed yourself.

I reach around your neck and unbuckle the collar, placing it in the bag at my feet. I lean forward, my lips barely brushing yours, lingering there for a moment. Finally, I step back. Without a word, I pick up my bag and turn and walk out the door.