Weekend Trip Part 1

I had been waiting all week to see him, with my crazy schedule and his recent move we hadn't been together in 2 weeks. When I pulled in his new driveway late on a Friday afternoon, I had to smile, coming from my apartment that I shared with 2 roommates, to this beautiful house in an upscale neighborhood, this would be a mini-vacation I desperately needed. Before I could even get my bags out of the trunk he was out the door, strong arms surrounding me, while one hand crept up to pull my hair as he gave me a kiss. Our hands roamed as we practically fell into the house, him with my bags in hand, me trying to keep my hyper husky in control. We explored each other aimlessly for awhile, but I pulled away, remembering the errands he had already told me he needed to get done before places shut down for the weekend. "Do we still need to get some things done today?"

He sighed "You're right, I do, plus we should get some food, we're both going to need our energy tonight" he said with a devilish smile.

After going to the stores he needed to get to before they shut, me wandering around feeling breezy and content, knowing he was watching every move I made, we made it to the restaurant. At dinner, we sat at the bar, in no mood to wait to get back home longer than necessary. Knowing what wine does to me, and that I had been sipping on my sangria like it was water, he slipped one hand under my short white dress, pausing only when he realized I had followed instructions he had given me several days earlier that I was not to wear panties around him. He found his way to my hot, wet lips longing for more than the graze he was currently offering. A simple look exchanged, and a breathy "I want you." whispered in my ear, had us asking for the check immediately.

Back out in the car, he told me "Pull your dress up to your waist", I did as I was told, as I always did for him. Freshly shaven, I was smooth from the neck down, something else I know he enjoys, although to be honest, I hate being anything but smooth as silk either way. One hand on my breast, tugging and twisting the nipple, as his other hand teased my clit til I moaned, I sat in reverie, lost in this feeling of bliss, totally forgetting I was exposed in this parking lot to anyone who happened to walk by. Two weeks was too long. I wasn't going to make it much longer. Totally lost and unaware of anything else around me, he pulled away, leaving me shaking. As I looked over, he chuckled, kissed my lips and said "That's barely a taste my little slut, the weekend has just begun."

We drove off, but not in the direction towards home, I guess he could see the question in my eye as he explained "I wanted to get this particular errand done before you got here, to surprise you, but I guess now you can help me pick out some things." This definitely brought a smile to my face, I was more than ready for anything he wanted to try. We pulled up to one of those large stand-alone X-Marts, walking in I was excited by all the toys hanging on the wall. I had broken both of my vibrators months earlier in a move, and was kind of hoping that was at least one reason we were here, like I said, 2 weeks had been farfarfar too long. But he moved me right along, to a wall I hadn't yet noticed, and was far more intriguing to me anyways. There were cat o' 9 tails, whips, paddles, restraint systems, handcuffs, ball gags, spreader bars and all kinds of delicious toys on the wall. He picked up a riding crop, lightly hitting my thigh with it, which brought a huge smile to my face, but definitely made me want more. Apparently my reaction was all he needed to decide on the short whip. There were a variety of paddles, one leather one said love, one leather one had hearts, one was wooden and had a strip of sandpaper on it and the last one was a hard plastic that had an Rx cut out on it. Although I usually deferred to his judgment, I had to know what the one with the Rx felt like "Can we get that one?", I asked, pointing.

"Hmmmm, you need a prescription?" I nodded, totally delighted by the idea. After checking out, we finally started to head back to the house, and although the half hour drive felt a little like torture, I couldn't have been more pleased to get the weekend started already.

As soon as we entered the house I was ordered to take off my dress, I did as I was told, and was immediately lifted up and carried to the bedroom, giggling. Tossed on the bed in a heap of legs and arms, I sprung back up, rocking back on my heels as I watched him first undress and then take the whip out of the bag, slamming it hard onto the comforter. The loud THWACK made my eyes go large, my whole body flinch, and made me even wetter than I already was. "Lay down", again I did as I was told, "Good girl, now spread your legs" once again, being the obedient slut that I am, I complied to his command. Light taps, quickly turned up in intensity, as he gauged my reaction, came down on the inside of my thighs. My eyes shut, as I became oblivious to anything but the sting of the whip on my skin, it should have hurt, but instead it felt amazing. Turning to the side, I unknowingly exposed my ass to him, the whip stings stopped, but was soon replaced by the paddle leaving bright red Rx's up and down my outside thigh, as well as all over my ass. Once that slowed up, I realized I was already yelling in ecstasy. Having flipped myself onto my stomach at some point, I could only feel him climbing on top of me, kissing the welts and my spine along the way. Teeth sunk into my shoulder as his rock hard cock slammed into my soaking wet pussy. This time I was perfectly aware of the piercing cry that left my lips. Letting go, I bucked up into him, assuring that he was buried in me as deeply as possible.

I don't know how long we continued in that manner, me screaming wildly, wishing this would never stop, him with teeth buried in my neck, spanking me to add to the intensity. We finally collapsed in a heap of heavy breathing, stretching limbs that had been tensed in revelry. I snuggled into his chest, as he caressed my back and reminded me to breath calmly. After a few minutes, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a marker, asking me to lie flat again. He kissed me between the breasts, and told me "We have just barely begun, you are mine for these few days if you agree. I promise not to do anything to harm you, and plan to make you happier than ever. If anything is too much, just say 'Mercy' and I will immediately stop. How does this sound to you?"

What response could I possible give, other than "That sounds perfect."

"I'm going to mark you as mine now" As he began to write SLUT in big black letters underneath my breasts. Maybe I should have been offended, or humiliated by this, instead I was pleased, I was his for the weekend, and swore to myself that I would be the best slut he had ever claimed.