Gag

The Halloween Party

I had met him online last week on a dating site where his stunning smile had attracted me immediately to his picture. We had messaged for several days before deciding that there was definitely more than enough common ground between the two of us to merit a date. He suggested dinner the next Saturday; I agreed but asked if he’d like to go to a friend’s party after dinner. I let him know that the party invitation specifically stated, “Slutty Halloween costumes more than welcome.” He decided that sounded like his type of party, especially if I was going to wear a slutty outfit for him to enjoy. I told him that I very much planned to.

Saturday night arrived, and I prepared myself for a dinner at a fancy restaurant with my date. I was certainly not wearing my slutty attire to a place of this class and caliber, so I selected an elegant blue dress for the first part of the evening. Underneath, I was wearing a lacy black bra, black fishnet thigh high stockings, a black garter belt, and a pair of lacy black bikini panties. My hair was upswept in a loose bun because I knew that was what I wanted for my costume later; I also knew that it drove men crazy in anticipation of me letting my hair loose later in the evening if the date went well. I slipped on black heels on my way out the door to complete the outfit. I had called a cab to take me to the restaurant figuring that I’d either crash at my friend’s house after the party, or if I was lucky, I’d be letting my date bring me back to my house for post-party “entertainment.”

Dinner went amazingly well. We hit it off like old friends rather than like we were on a first date. The conversation flowed smoothly, and I began flirting with my date fairly early into the evening. I liked this guy a lot. He was good-looking, suave, intelligent, and a perfect gentleman. I also knew underneath all of that public presentation he was a kinky fucker, and that made him extremely attractive to me. At one point during the meal, I let my foot casually rub its way up his leg under the table across from me. The resulting smile on his face told me he was enjoying my teasing. That was a very good sign of things to come.

After he graciously paid the check, we headed out for the party together. As we walked out the door of the restaurant, he put his hand on my lower back, a move that sent pleasurable shivers up my spine. I turned to look at him. He smiled at me in a way that melted me inside and started getting my panties wet. Every move this guy made was making things better than they already were.

The drive to my friend’s house was only a few short minutes. I had brought my costume in my oversized purse with me, and I planned to change upon arrival. However, I knew I was going to need some help getting the corset laces cinched up correctly. After having made perfunctory introduction of my date to the hostess, I told him that I wanted to change in the upstairs bathroom and asked if he would mind helping me get my costume on. The smile on his face made me quiver inside. He slipped his hand into mine and waited for me to lead the way up the stairs.

Once we got to the bathroom, I made the pretense of leaving him outside of the door. “Just give me a minute to get to the point where I need your help,” I told him. While I could see he was disappointed he wasn’t going to get to help with removing my dress, I wanted to save that for later in the night when hopefully things would really heat up between us.

I closed the door and quickly removed my dress and bra, careful not to mess up my hair in the process. I also removed the necklace I had been wearing and placed it in my wallet for safekeeping. I slipped on the very short orange satin skirt with black lace overlay that was part of my costume. Then I put on the matching corset to the best of my ability, though there was no way for me to lace this one by myself. Using one arm to hold the corset against my chest, I opened the door with my other arm.

“Would you like to come in and help with the lacing up now?” I asked my date who was waiting in the hall.

“Holy fuck,” was his reply whispered softly as he took a look at me in my new outfit. The tops of my fishnet thigh highs were showing beneath the very short skirt. His eyes couldn’t help but stare and his hands reached down to touch the lace tops attached to the garter belt straps. He looked up into my eyes, and there was no stopping what happened next. He leaned in to kiss me, slowly and passionately. As the kiss finished, I opened my eyes again, looked at him and smiled. Yes, this was definitely going to be a great relationship.

“How about you come all the way in the bathroom now so we can close the door and finish getting me dressed?” I asked. He gently pushed me back as he closed the door behind us and not so subtly locked it, too. I knew that maneuver meant he had plans to do more than just lace my corset up. After the passionate kiss he had just given me, I was quite willing to engage in almost any other activity he had in mind. This man was hot, and I was even hotter for him. All kinds of ideas were racing through my dirty mind about what I wanted to do with him in this bathroom.

However, my date made the pretense of being a total gentleman. He turned me around gently, and began tightening the black laces on the corset. Occasionally one of his fingers would touch my skin as he pulled the laces tighter resulting in a shiver of pleasure from me. Having tied a bow at the top of the corset, his fingers began gently tracing upwards along my shoulders and onto my neck. I looked up in the mirror and saw him glancing back at me.

“Will you put on my choker for me, too?” I asked, handing it back to him. He pulled the black lace choker around my neck and fastened it in the back, but he quickly returned to his previous task of running his fingers over my shoulders and neck. Then he made the move that always seals the deal for me: he bent down and let his lips kiss my neck, gently, slowly, intentionally. I turned my head away from his, opening up my neck to give him more space to kiss. I could feel my body turning to jelly. The connection between my neck and my pussy was always so powerful.

Finally, I could resist him kissing my neck no longer. I turned around and put my hands on his shoulders, looking into his green eyes. I leaned in to kiss his lips, wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth while his hands roamed on my chest. He moved his hands down to my waist and then to my butt, pulling my entire body closer to him yet never breaking our kiss. I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen through his black dress slacks.

The temptation was eventually too much. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. He had a huge smile on his face, so I took that as a sign of consent. I reached up and unzipped his pants, reaching in to find a pair of boxers underneath. Threading my hand through the opening, I pulled out his very erect and very lovely cock. Gazing up at his eyes again, I moved my head towards his cock, and then closed my lips over its soft, delicate head. He gasped and rolled his head back with pleasure.

I began doing what I love to do so much with a hard cock: teasing it slowly and gently with my lips, running my tongue down its shaft, sucking on it, and generally letting it know how much I appreciate it. My date began groaning as I descended on his cock each time, and I could tell he was getting far too close to orgasm. I pulled off of his cock and rapidly pushed it back in his boxers and pants, zipping them and then staring up at him with an evil smirk on my face.

“You tease!” he exclaimed, pulling me to my feet.

“Whatever do you mean?” I mockingly asked him. He kissed me passionately again, and then turned me around so my back was facing him. He pushed my abdomen down over the countertop, which resulted in my ass thrusting out in the air.

“I mean,” he said, “that you are an incredibly naughty girl who deserves to have her bottom spanked for acting like that towards a desperate man.” And with that proclamation, he flipped up my short skirt and landed a very hard smack on my panty-covered ass.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, turning my head back to look at him. “Surely I wasn’t that naughty!”

“Oh, you were that naughty and even more,” he replied, giving the other butt cheek an equally hard slap to match the first one he had given me. I squealed at the sting. He had a very firm hand, and he was just getting started!

I tried to get up from the bent over position he had me in, but his free hand went to the center of my back and pinned me down.

“I don’t think so, young lady,” my date stated in a stern tone. “You have been teasing and taunting me all evening and now you’re going to have to pay the piper.” He could see my smile in the mirror as my eyes stared up at him, and he knew I was totally on board with his game.

“Yes, sir,” I replied. “Just not too loud, please! I don’t want the other guests to hear.”

“Well, if they do hear,” he said, “They’ll just know what a naughty girl you are. That outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination anyway, so they’ll probably already have their suspicions.” With that pronouncement, he centered himself behind me and pulled down my panties to my knees in one rapid move. I hadn’t expected that boldness from him, but I also wasn’t objecting. I liked an assertive man.

“What a lovely ass,” he commented carefully caressing my naked globes. “It’s marked with two red handprints for some reason, though.”

“I can’t imagine why!” I retorted in a sarcastic tone. His response was to give me two more hard smacks, one on each bare cheek with his hand.

“Ouch!” I cried out again. I grabbed the decorative Halloween hand towel that was sitting next to me and shoved it in my mouth to try and keep from making too much noise. The music from the party was playing loudly, but I didn’t want to give the guests any more hints at what was going on upstairs aside from the smacks they might already be hearing on my poor bottom.

“A sub who willingly gags herself… I like this!” my date expressed. After gently rubbing my bottom again for a few seconds, he returned to giving me a few more hard smacks on each cheek. Wow. This guy was a hard spanker! I pulled the towel out of my mouth to let him know that.

“You have got a really stern hand, sir,” I said, “You don’t mess around when you spank a girl!”

“No, I don’t,” he said, “And from what I can tell, that is exactly the kind of man you need in your life. One who is going to take you in hand and make sure you behave.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. This was truly what a wanted—a man who wasn’t going to let me get away with tormenting him. A man who was going to flirt with me. A man who was going to spank me. A man who was going to fuck me. It was almost as if my date was reading my mind, because as those thoughts went through my head, his fingers began to delicately run along the outside of my very sensitive and aroused pussy.

“You know,” my date said thoughtfully, “Bathrooms often have great spanking implements in them like bath brushes and hairbrushes. What does your friend keep in hers?”

Shit. I knew for a fact that my friend had a wooden paddle hairbrush in the top drawer of the vanity. She’d shown it to me once after I’d seen some obvious marks on her thighs when we were trying on clothing on a shopping expedition. It was how I learned she was kinky, too. Now that knowledge was about to come back to haunt me on Halloween.

“There’s a hairbrush in the top drawer that is used for spanking,” I reluctantly answered my date.

“Oh, really?” he said. “And do you think your friend would object to it being used on your naughty bottom instead of hers?”

“No, I’m quite sure she wouldn’t,” I replied. “She’s threatened to use it on my ass more than once!”

“Well, then,” my date said, “Please bring me the hairbrush.” With that, he went and sat on the edge of the tub, waiting expectantly for me to fetch his chosen spanking implement. I sighed, stood up, opened the drawer, and pulled out the weapon of doom that was about to redden my bottom even more than it already was. I turned and faced him, hobbling with my panties around my knees for the few short steps over to the edge of the tub where I handed him the brush. I held the hand towel slash gag in my other hand. He then indicated to me that I should lay myself over his lap with my body draped into the tub for stability. I decided to comply.

After having carefully positioned myself on my date’s lap, I shoved the towel back in my mouth. If he was going to use a hairbrush on me, I was going to need it to muffle my screams. I was never one to take a hairbrush to my bottom quietly. My siblings, cousins, parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and past boyfriends could all attest to that! Decades of having my bottom paddled hadn’t made a bit of difference. I still squirmed, squealed, and complained loudly whenever I was being spanked with a hairbrush.

My date laughed at my mock gag. “You seem to think you’re going to get a hard spanking that merits a muzzle,” he joked. “Well, you’re certainly right about that.” And with one fell swoop, the hairbrush landed hard on my bare bottom right over my crack down low near my sit spots.

“OW!” I screamed into my towel, not that it sounded like anything coherent. My sadistic date chuckled at my response and then began a more traditional spanking in earnest. He was an orderly spanker with a hairbrush. He started at the bottom of one thigh, working his way steadily up my butt cheek, over to the other butt check, and down the second thigh. It took him about ten spanks to make the first round with this large paddle brush, much to my dismay. He stopped to inspect his work after these first swats, gently rubbing with the back of the hairbrush on my stinging skin.

“That was definitely a good first pass,” he said. “You scream quite nicely in response to the hairbrush, and that seems quite appropriate for Halloween. I want to make sure I get your thighs nice and red, though, before I stop. I want guests to see your red thighs just below that sexy skirt of yours so that they can know what happens to naughty girls like you when they are taken in hand.” And with that, he began another round of spanking my thighs and bottom while I began another round of screaming into the towel.

The second round of smacks was much harder than the first, and they gave the results that my date wanted to see. He let me know, “I’m just going to give your thighs a few more hard smacks to make them extra red. I don’t want to spank you too much now as I plan to spank you again after the party when I take you home.” Something inside me quivered at the promise of more spanking later. This was the kind of date I lived for.

However, before that promised spanking, I had to make it through this one. My date gave each thigh another five hard swats with the brush before he set it down next to him on the tub. He rubbed my backside with one hand and removed the towel from my mouth with his other hand.

“I’m done spanking you for now,” he informed me.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, remaining on his lap. I had been trained by previous Doms not to get up until I had permission, something my date was appreciating now. His one hand now touched my shoulders while the other hand crawled up my inner thighs to my pussy. He stuck two fingers inside of me; they slid in quite easily as the foreplay had gotten me quite wet.

“Wow. You really like being spanked, don’t you, Young Lady?” he asked almost rhetorically.

“Yes, sir. I’m a slutty girl who likes to be punished and fucked,” I replied.

“You don’t say?” he responded. “Well then, stand up now so I can work on the fucking you part now that I’ve spanked you.” A smile came to my face. That had been easier to manipulate than I expected. I stood up and looked at my date in the eyes. He also stood up and began kissing me again.

“Put the hairbrush away and then bend over the counter again,” he ordered me. I did as I was instructed, but I also pulled out a condom from the drawer while I was in there. I checked the expiration date and then handed it to my man. I was sure my friend wouldn’t mind me using that either!

As I bent over the counter again, I watched my date in the mirror.  He smiled back at me as he unfastened his belt, dropped his pants and boxers, and then slipped the condom over his rock-hard cock. He moved forward towards me, lifting up my skirt once more, and rapidly plunging deep inside my pussy which was so wet that lube was in no way necessary.

Quite quickly, my partner began thrusting inside of me. I loved seeing his facial expressions in the mirror as his hands held onto my hips, pushing against them with each thrust. Soon, though, all I could focus on was the intense pleasure manifesting in my pussy. Orgasm was not going to take long at all after a spanking like that.

Once again, I grabbed a hand towel to use as a gag, this time to muffle my screams of pleasure instead of my yelps of pain. My groans were still coming through the fabric, though, and my date could tell I was getting close. He kept accelerating his thrusts, his balls loudly slapping against my pussy loudly as the intensity increased. His moans became vocal, too. I let out a scream that the towel couldn’t muffle as he pushed me over the edge into a full-throttle orgasm. Knowing I had reached climax, he let loose, and with a few more thrusts, he had reached orgasm, too.

I looked up in the mirror to see his face smiling with post-orgasmic pleasure. He could see the same look on my face. He stepped back carefully, grabbing some toilet paper to catch the condom which was beginning to work its way off of his softening cock. I began to stand up but he commanded me, “Don’t move!”

I couldn’t help but wonder what he had in mind now. After disposing of the condom and redressing himself, my date walked over to me and slapped my still red bottom a few more times.

“Ow!” I cried out. “Do you normally reward orgasms with spankings?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “But I just wanted to remind you that there is going to be more spanking later after the party. And more fucking, too.” With that, he gave each of my reddened thighs a few more hard slaps to perk up their color and then began pulling up my panties over my garter. He flipped down my skirt, stood me up, and turned me to face him. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, he moved forward and kissed me passionately once more. This guy was going to be a lot of fun.

As we pulled apart from the kiss, I slipped on the black satin gloves I had brought to complete my outfit. I also shoved an orange and black fake flower into my hair. With my dress and bra shoved in my purse, we headed downstairs to join the festivities. I wonder if anyone would notice how long it had taken me to change. My friend’s laughing smile and knowing glance told me she had. She came over and whispered in my ear, “I want to hear that story later!” I laughed and nodded my head in assent. I looked forward to telling her what had happened in her bathroom… plus whatever else was going to happen later after the party when my date and I got back to my place for completely uninhibited fun.

©2017 WoodLeatherLace.com

Gag Me

When he arrived at my front door, he found me in black heels, thigh high black stockings, a silky black g-string and a black lacy corset. I had a black lace choker necklace on, and my hair was flowing freely. The look in his eyes as he walked in the door told me immediately that he approved of my attire. He dropped his bag, put one hand on my waist, and kissed me firmly on the lips. Then, opening his other hand, he handed me a squeaky toy that belonged to his dog. I looked at him with puzzlement.

“Are we going to play fetch today?” I questioned.

“No, we are not playing fetch, silly. That is going to be your safeword today,” he replied. I was still very confused, though.

“What’s wrong with my usual safeword?” I queried.

He gave me an evil grin. “You can’t possibly tell me your safeword if you have your mouth filled with a ball gag, and you can’t wave an arm or a leg if I have them bound to the bed.”

“Oh.” I replied. So we were going there. One of my last fears. One of my biggest worries. Trusting him enough to surrender my voice to him. To let him dominate me and not be able to say “STOP” if I got scared. Yes, I’d have the squeaky toy. It was still a major act of trust on my part to let him do this.

“Are you ok?” he said, looking into my eyes with concern.

“Yes. I just didn’t expect this. But I want this. I need this. I trust you. I just have to let go and surrender to it.”

With that, he gave me another kiss and a firm pat on my ass. “Upstairs. Now!” he commanded me, and I willingly obeyed. I took his hand and led him into my room. Once there, I put my arms around his shoulders and my hands around the back of his neck. I began kissing him passionately, letting him know how much I wanted him, even if he had other plans for entertaining us.

“God, you are so sexy, woman. You turn me on. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to wait a while to do something about that problem. Instead, I’m going to deal with the problem of your lily white ass,” he remarked, giving my bottom its next smack of the day. Despite the shock of the impact, I refused to give him the pleasure of crying out with surprise. He’d just have to wait until he earned my screams. Two could play at this game, or so I thought.

He led me over to the bed where he piled a few pillows in the center. “Up and over, Little One.” I wriggled across the bed and placed my plump bottom over the pillows, my face then laying down into the quilt. I felt him grab my left foot and draw it out towards the footboard. Soon, hemp rope was binding my foot in place, loose enough for me to not lose circulation but tight enough that I wasn’t going to be able to move more than an inch or two until he released me, an action that would be fully his to decide upon.

He repeated his actions again with my right foot. I could hear the rope knocking against the headboard as he swung it around, making loops and knots that would keep me captive. I tried to move a bit, but I found that, as always, he had done an excellent job of binding me exactly where he wanted me. Then followed my wrists, one after the other. I was now making a giant X while lying sideways across the king-sized bed, a position which left my ass exactly in position for a good, hard spanking from my Master. Just to make sure there would be no unintentional damage, he unfastened the garter straps attached to the bottom of my corset from their secured place on my stockings. He tucked the straps up out of the way, leaving my ass a completely clear target since my g-string was wedged firmly in my butt crack.

However, the setup was not complete yet. My Master pulled the ball gag from his bag. This was a new toy, one I’d never seen before. Before putting the gag on me, he asked if I had any final words or requests. I asked if this was a death sentence! He gave me an evil grin and handed me the squeaky dog toy back again since I had set it on the bed during our preparations. Then, he pulled my hair back into a ponytail fastener so that it would be clear of the gag. He looked at me and commented lovingly, “You look so beautiful when you are tied up like that.” His comments were punctuated with a kiss, which although it was at an awkward angle, still contained plenty of tongue and passion. Binding me like this always aroused him in ways nothing else could. My submission was his ultimate pleasure.

With that, he put the gag around my head and into my mouth. He tightened it and stepped back to assess the situation. The smile on his face told me he approved, but it also told me something else. He had another surprise in store for me. His hand reached back to his pocket and pulled out a folded black blindfold. “I thought we’d see what sensory deprivation was like. Are you ok with that?”

I looked at him and saw the love and desire in his eyes. Yes, I was fine with that. I nodded my head in the affirmative, and with my consent, my lover gently slipped the elastic over the back of my head. I was now bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was truly at my Master’s mercy.

I heard my Master moving around to the other side of the bed. Soon, I felt his warm hand gently caressing my ass as he contemplated his first line of attack. Giving into temptation rather quickly, his hand smacked my white bottom, beginning the process we both loved of making my skin quite red from his touch. Again and again he spanked, moving from one side to the other, taking some time to smack the tops of my thighs because he knew I loved being spanked there. He also made sure that he spanked both of my sit spots repeatedly, causing me to squirm on the bed and squeak through the gag to voice my disapproval at one of his favorite tricks.

Eventually the hand spanking stopped, and my Master rubbed my bottom with his hand. He spoke to me, telling me how good I was being in accepting my spanking, not that I had any choice given how he had tied me up.

It was at this point that I decided to let him know that I had figured out how to spit the gag out. As he turned to get another toy from my collection to use on my ass, I spat the gag out and said to him, “You know, I’ve read on Fetlife that spitting out the gag is often a behavior that causes Doms to have to punish their subs.”

Quickly his body flew around to the other side of the bed. “How did you get that out?” he questioned, not really waiting for an answer. He immediately tightened the gag, and this time, my mouth wasn’t going to be escaping from its prison. He then replied to my original statement, “Yes, you definitely deserve some punishment for that behavior. It won’t be tolerated at all in the future!”

With this pronouncement, he returned to the opposite side of the bed and swung the small round leather paddle he had picked up hard on my bottom. The first swat was not a gentle one, but was one which made me strain against the ropes and scream through the gag. “That,” he sternly commented, “Was for being such a naughty sub and even attempting to escape the gag.” A second painful swat came down on the opposite side of my ass resulting in a second comment from him, “And that was for actually succeeding.”

Having let me know he now meant business, my Master begin rhythmically spanking my bottom, giving me a swat here and a swat there. Slowly but surely he was going to turn my ass red, but I never knew which section of my ass was going to be his next target. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I could only make out a limited amount of his movements through sound.

Though I tried to squirm away from his vigorous attack on my poor bottom as he continued to use the small leather paddle, my struggles were in vain thanks to his excellent knot tying skills. The only real options I had were to accept the consequences of letting him tie me up or to use my safeword. I definitely did not want to do the latter because despite the pain, I was enjoying this entirely too much.

After having turned my bottom a sufficiently dark shade of pink, my Master dropped the paddle on the bed. His hands slowly ran up my back, and bending over carefully, he kissed my back near my neck. Softly he gave me tender kisses along the base of my neck. His love was coming through very clearly even though no words were being spoken.

Running his fingers along the back of my corset had given him another idea. He returned to the toy box to find his favorite toy and one of my least favorites, the crop. I had contemplated burning that damn thing, but I was certain he would buy another if I did. Armed with his favorite toy, he began running the crop up and down my back, teasing those places where the laces left gaps to my open skin. It was sensuous yet torturous because I never knew when those gentle caresses would be replaced by sharp smacks against my inner thighs and on my bottom. As I expected, the temptation of making me screech soon got the best of him, and my Master began alternating his loving trips up and down my spine with painful whacks of the crop. He really enjoyed using the crop on my inner thighs because that was the place where I was most sensitive to its stinging bites.

Eventually he decided that my bottom was starting to fade too much, and he didn’t want that to happen. My Master announced sternly, “It’s time to really start reddening your bottom.” I shuddered to think what that meant since he had been doing a good job spanking me with the little paddle earlier. However, he had the bigger, longer, wider, more painful leather paddle in mind. I felt him gently place the paddle over my entire bottom as he whispered in my ear, “This time, you’re really going to feel its sting.”

With those words of warning, he stood back up at the end of the bed, and he let his first swing take aim at my bottom. OUCH! Despite having warmed me up with his hand and the smaller paddle, the time we had taken off to play with the crop had left me unprepared for the wrath of this paddle, especially when my Master was using it sternly on my ass to make sure I understood fully that he was in charge. He began counting the swats he gave me, spacing them out just far enough from each other to give me the maximum sting yet also to cause the maximum suspense as I waited for the next blow to land.

As he doled out the fifth swat, I began to squirm and squeal. As we got to the tenth swat, I began to cry. Finally, when we let the twelfth swat land on my very sore bottom, I knew I could take no more. I squeaked the dog toy, and he immediately dropped the paddle on the bed. He quickly came around to my head, took off the blindfold, and removed the gag.

“Are you ok?” he asked with great concern in his voice.

“Yes, I will be fine. We just hit my pain limit for all I could handle today,” I responded, sad that I had needed to end things but so glad that he had proven that he would listen to my needs.

He gently wiped the tears from my face and kissed me, gently at first, and then passionately. “I still need to fuck you. Please, will you help me with my erection?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I would love to let you use my pussy to relieve your hard-on,” I genuinely replied.

He kissed me once more, and then went to the other side of the bed where he untied my legs, but he left my wrists bound. “Kneel up so that your pussy is at the right height for me to fuck you from behind,” he commanded. While he dropped his pants, removed his shirt and boxers, and slipped on a condom, I complied with his orders. I spread my legs apart, making room for his dick to easily penetrate me.

And that it did. My Master’s dick is on the smaller side of average, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. They say good things come in small packages, and that is definitely the case in this situation. My Master is always able to pound my pussy in an amazing way that leaves me howling with pleasure. No other man had ever made me cum the way he could.

Over and over my Master began to thrust, continuing past my first orgasm and waiting for the next one and the one after that to ensue quickly. He did not stop pounding me until I finally begged for mercy, exhausted by the handful of orgasms his thrusting dick had given me. As soon as I gave him the word, he let loose with his load, cumming inside me with a great moan of pleasure.

He collapsed on the bed beside me, and I let my legs down beneath me. My arms were still spread across the bed, my face on the quilt, and my wrists tightly tied. After a few minutes of cuddling next to me, he finally said with a smile, “I suppose you’d like me to untie you now.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied. “It’s been a wonderful session, but I’d like to feel my arms again, please.” He untied my wrists, and once I was free, he allowed me to put my arms around him tightly.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear as he tightened our embrace. “Thank you for helping me face my fears. Thank you for respecting my limits. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”

©2017 WoodLeatherLace.com