She arrived at the restaurant dressed as he instructed: dark skirt to mid-thigh, sheer white blouse, black lace bra and thong, garter belt and stockings, boots with at least 2" heels and, since it is winter, a jacket or coat. She walked into the bar area, fully aware of the eyes of every man (and several women) following her across the room. After ordering a drink (this he let her choose on her own) and looking around for him, having seen his picture and told how he would be dressed (all in black). She sat there for a while looking for him. Soon, she started to become nervous and had to fend off an offer or two to buy her a drink. He approached her from behind, speaking quietly but confidently in her ear, "I hope you won't turn me down too."

Nervously, she turned her head around quickly. She could almost hear her own heart beating as the recognition showed on her face, smiling followed almost immediately by blushing and looking down. He smiled back and almost chuckled as he took her drink and led her to their table. It was in the middle of the busy section of the restaurant. He complimented her on her outfit, the implication that he was also complimenting her on her ability to follow orders unmistakable in his voice. For twenty minutes he talked to her about her trip until she relaxed and began to enjoy herself.

Then he leaned forward and removed all feelings of being relaxed by giving her a command. “You will go to the restroom, remove your bra and panties, and carry them back to the table in your hand,” he said quietly, just above the noise around them. Her eyes widened with a combination of shock and excitement.

A short time later she returned to the table, a ball of black lace mostly hidden in her hand and her eyes scanning the room to see if anyone noticed. He told her how proud he was of her, making her blush and look down again. But she looked up immediately when he told her to place them on the table. Glancing around to see if the waiter was nearby, she did as she was told. He smiled and slowly took them, placing them in his pocket. The appetizers arrived and he started the small talk again, his gaze reminding her now and then of how exposed she was now.

After they had finished eating their entrees, during which time he devoured her with his eyes, he ordered one dessert and two spoons. She noticed that the waiter could not help but stare at her nearly naked chest. As soon as he left the table, he ask her to put out her hand. Placing a pair of handcuffs in her palm, he told her to put them on. Again, nervous but excited, she complied, keeping them hidden below the table. When the dessert arrived, he ate most of it, feeding her a few bites now and then. He paid the check and take her coat from the back of her chair and draped it over her wrists, hiding the cuffs before she got up from the table, and he grabbed a couple of mints on the way out.

As they walked down the street to his office, he kept his hand on her back, sometimes moving it down to caress her ass. The streets were not crowded but they were far from empty and she wondered constantly if anyone could tell that she was not wearing anything under her blouse and skirt or the cuffs on her wrists. At one point, he "accidentally" dropped the wrapper for his mint to the ground and asked her to pick it up for him, smiling as she attempted to bend down without exposing either the nakedness beneath her skirt or the handcuffs she was wearing.

A valet opened the door to the office building for them. “There's a restaurant in the basement,” he explained and led her a few steps to the right of the stairs to the door of his company's office. He unlocked the glass doors and let her enter the darkened space before him.

“Go to the right and enter the second office on the right, please,” he said as he locked the door behind him. She walked along carefully hoping he was right that they would be alone in the office. Entering his office, she saw a tall open desk with a computer on it on the right, two stools and a chair in front of that, a whiteboard on the wall to the left and a short table and chair in the left back corner. The rest of the room was empty and open. She noticed the table was covered with a cloth of some kind and it appeared to have things under it. There was a small pile of pillows on the floor in the open part of the room.

He entered the room behind her and turned the lights on low, taking her coat without a word then came back and stand in front of her, uncomfortably close. Holding her gaze, he took off the handcuffs, walked back to the chair in the corner, placing the handcuffs on top of the cloth covering the table, and sat down. He let her stand there awhile, waiting, wondering what was to come next, just looking at her with a devious smile on his face. Finally, when she was good and nervous, he finally gave her the next command.

“Remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and place it on the floor next to the table. Then kneel on the pillows with your knees wide apart, hands behind your back, and your head down.”

She began to comply, unbuttoning her blouse. Very aware that his eyes were focused intently on her in the dim light, she blushed again, this time, she felt, over her whole body. She folded her blouse and placed it on the floor where instructed, bending over at the waist and, noticing, out of the corner of her eye, his gaze following her attentively. She unzipped and wiggled out of her skirt, again bending at the waist and trying to steal a look at his reaction (knowing, somehow, that an overt glance would mean trouble). His expression remained intense but unchanged as she folded and placed her skirt next to her blouse. Becoming nervous, she quickly unzipped and removed her boots, unfastening her stockings while bracing herself against the wall to remove them, unhook and remove her garter belt, folding the clothing and putting it in place. It is only now she became aware of how utterly exposed she was. This is made even more apparent when she heard voices of people passing by the window just to his left. Quickly but not hurriedly, she took her place on the pillows, thankful that she didn’t have to kneel on the rough, thin, office carpet.

Once again, he let her wait there, eyes cast downward, letting her mind run wild with what would happen next. She finally heard him rise from the chair. He walked across the room and turned the lights up fully. She was glad that the blinds on the window were closed tightly. She heard and then saw hium walk around her slowly: once, twice, three times. Circling like someone inspecting a potential purchase. After the third time, he stopped directly in front of her and crouched down. He lifted her chin to look directly into his eyes. His face was firm, but not angry. She knew, without his saying anything, that she was not to look away, no matter what.

She felt his fingers on her right breast, gently caressing and stroking it. His thumb rubbing the nipple in slow circles. He pinched it roughly but quickly as he removed his hand and held his finger in front of her mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and as she did, he put his finger inside. Instinctively, she closed her mouth and began to suck his finger, running her tongue around and up and down its length. Her eagerness caused the merest hint of a smile to cross the corners of his mouth. Making her moan quietly out of desire, he removed his finger from her mouth and rubbed the wetness over her right nipple, glancing down briefly to blow over it. It hardened even more than it had from the slight chill of being naked. He repeated the process with her left breast, more slowly this time, allowing her to suck on his finger for longer. Then she felt his hand move down her stomach slowly, stopping just short of the heat between her legs.

From there he moved it across her hip and caressed her gorgeous ass briefly but firmly. His hand moved down the outside of her right thigh and then, more slowly than seemed possible, his fingers lightly began travelling up the inside of her leg, slowing even more as they reached the top. Ever so lightly, one finger barely brushed against her there and then over to the outside of her left thigh. Down and back up again, this time, finally, she felt one of his fingers part the lips, feeling how hot and wet she was there. In incredibly small increments, he pushed one finger inside of her, causing her to gasp and close her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she checked his face to see if he seemed unhappy but his expression was unchanged. He held his finger there, absolutely still. She struggled to keep from working herself on it as he gently reminded her to not to move. After what seemed an eternity, he removed his finger even more slowly and brought it up to his face. His eyes closed as he drank in her scent and his tongue flicked out for just an instant to taste her.

“Open again,“ he said softly and she greedily devoured the wetness from his finger, closing her eyes again.

She felt his finger pulling free from between her lips and teeth and opened her eyes to see him standing.

“Stay on her knees and bring the chair next to the stools over here and kneel beside it, head down and hands behind her back,” he commanded gently, but firmly. Struggling a bit to move the chair on her knees, she obeyed and he sat in the chair. He let her kneel there again, waiting and wondering before he spoke.

“I am going to spank you now. Not because you have done anything wrong but because I want to and, I know, that you want me to,” he said in a firm, strong voice. “Lay across my lap,” he commanded, patting his leg, and she quickly did so.

She felt his hand on her ass cheeks both gently caressing and firmly grasping them and then his hand sliding between her thighs, teasing her wetness. “Do you want to be spanked,” he asked.

She sighed the word, "Yes."

“Then ask for it. Beg for it,” he continued. Without knowing she was doing it, she found herself pleading with him to spank her ass. Telling him that she wanted it and needed it.

“You are to count each stroke out loud. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Say it out loud and address me properly.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.” The words were new and unfamiliar but somehow comfortable.

He began fairly gently, slapping her right cheek first then the left. She kept count as the strokes become harder but not regular or predictable. She thought he might stop at twenty but he didn’t and she was glad as she was ready and willing and even anxious for more. When he got to thirty, he said “Your ass is such a wonderful shade of red.” He let his fingers trail over it lightly, barely touching it, causing her to flinch.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, Master, I did,” she sighed and thanked him for it willingly and at length.

“Back on your knees,” he commanded and he stood in front of her as she did. As she watched intently, he pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants. He stroked it slowly, holding it right in front of her face. “Do you know what I want you to do now,” he asked. She nodded, unable to say the words at that moment.

“What do you think that is?”

“You want me to suck your cock.”

“Ask for it.”

“May I suck your cock, Master?”

“Beg for it. Be explicit and specific.”

Immediately and uncontrollably, the words poured out of her in between panting breaths. His excitement making hers all the more intense. He let her plead for a little while and then shoved his cock into her mouth, grabbing her hair and forcing her head down onto it. He pulled out a little and let her catch her breath, then he began to move her head back and forth on his thick cock, slowly at first but becoming faster and more forceful quickly to the point where he was pushing her face into his crotch and burying her nose in his pubic hair. Then he held her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth, driving his hips back and forth.

“Moan for me,” he told her, “show me how much you love sucking my cock.”

She began to moan loudly and continuously as he continue to push his cock deep into her throat, choking her a few times. She tried but could not keep control and moved her hands from behind her back to his ass, pulling him into her mouth.

He groaned and allowed her to control the speed and force for a while. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out.

“Are you ready to show me that you are serious about serving me,” he asked. He turned around and bent over. “Kiss my ass, slave,” he told her.

She smiled and planted gentle and then more forceful kisses across his cheeks. She knew that more was expected of her when his hands moved back and pulled them apart. She pressed her face between them and kissed his asshole directly, parting her lips and caressing it with her tongue. His moan emboldened her and she began to lick it feverishly, finally pushing her tongue inside.

“Oh, you’re a very good slave,” he told her as he pushed back onto it. He let her continue for a while then stood up straight again, turned around, and began to fuck her mouth again.

Again, suddenly, he pulled out and pushed her back. Grabbing her hair again with one hand, he stroked his wet, glistening cock with the other. “Do you want my cum on your face,” he asked. She nodded and cast her eyes downward.

“You know you’ll have to beg for it,” he told her. She learned quickly and pled and beg for his "thick, hot cum" on her "pretty face". He smiled and furiously jerked his cock until it spurted thick, warm streams of cum that covered her cheeks and nose and fell into her open and waiting mouth. He let her suck the last of it out of his still rock hard cock and she moaned again as she did. He bent down and kissed her, their tongues feverishly wrapping around each other as he tasted his cum and felt her desire.

“What a good little slut you are,” he said and asked “would you like to be allowed to cum now?” She began begging loudly and immediately, the wetness between her legs almost dripping down her thighs already.

He smiled and went back to the chair in the corner. “Sit in that chair and spread your legs wide,” he said, pointing to the chair in which he sat to spank her. He watched her sit down, smiling broadly as he saw her wince when her still tender ass hit the cool leather and when she blushed as she realized that she was in such an exposed position.

“You may only use one finger and you have exactly one minute to cum after which you must stop immediately. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, I understand, Master.”

He raised his watch and told her to start.

She used the middle finger on her right hand and rubbed herself furiously, desperate to orgasm before the time limit. He told her when she had thirty seconds left, then fifteen and ten. Just as he was about to say five, she cried out as her body tensed and quivered and she came in waves. He allowed her to enjoy the sensation a while and waited until her breathing had quieted. He told her to stay in the chair and put her arms behind her. As she did this, he pulled back the cloth on the table and revealed a coil of rope, a flogger, clothespins, a small paddle, a hairbrush, and a two scarves. He picked up the rope and moved behind her.

She felt him loop the rope around her wrists. It felt smooth and cool. He gently adjusted her arms slightly and then she felt him coil the rope up her arms a few inches and tighten it.

“Wiggle your fingers, please,” he said and checked the tightness by slipping a finger under the coils. “You need to let me know if you felt any tingling or coldness,” he told her, making sure she understood, and then he walked back around in front of her.

He got both scarves and wrapped one around her eyes and put the other across her mouth, then wrapped both around three times and tied them in back of her head. He allowed her to wonder what he’d do to her in this helpless position for a while then she felt his fingers on her breasts. He lightly caressed, then kissed, then sucked, then lightly bit each nipple, sucking strongly enough to make her moan slightly. Then he pinched them both, increasing the pressure until she made a soft noise. He chuckled lightly and released them. He then replaced his fingers with clothespins. After a few seconds she felt and heard them being flicked and lightly twisted. She moaned through her gag but felt herself getting wetter at the same time.

She felt his fingers between her legs now, stroking, sliding, teasing, entering so very slowly and gingerly. For a short time he touched her in earnest but only until she moaned. Then he chuckled again and stopped completely until she relaxed. He teased her like this over and over for what seemed like an hour, never letting her climax.

Finally he announced, “I believe that you’re ready, slave,” and took off her blindfold and gag. He helped her up from the chair and led her out of the door of his office. She was very nervous but tried hard to trust him. She saw him walk down the hall and turn left at the entryway. She hesitated a second, considering how she looked: completely naked, her ass still red from the spanking, cum drying on her face, her hands bound behind her back, and clothespins bouncing on her nipples. She knew that she would be walking past the clear glass doors of the office which open onto the building’s foyer. She remembered that there is a restaurant in the building and that people might be coming in or out of it as she passed. She steeled her nerve and walked, no strutted, out into the open and through the open doors of the conference room. He told her walk to the far corner of the room and kneel there, facing the wall. She walked past the long, smooth, wooden table and leather swivel chairs towards the screen at the front of the room. Somewhat awkwardly without the use of her arms to balance herself, she lowered herself to her knees. He told her that he’d return in a moment.

She was aware that, while the table hid her fairly well, if someone was really looking, they could see her there through the doors of the office. She tensed when she heard a group of people talking loudly out in the hallway and didn't relax for a full minute after they had left. He returned and she heard him placing things on the table and the credenza on the side wall. Then she heard him close the doors and realized that she had been practically holding her breath until then.

He asked if she was all right and she responded, “Yes, Master.” The word sounding natural and pleasant as she said it. She heard music begin to play. It was intense and filled the room but was not so loud that she could not hear him writing with a marker and what sounded like tearing off sticky notes.

“Stand, please,” he said and steadied her when she staggered a bit trying to stand up with her arms bound behind her. He led her over to the side of the conference table. She saw that there were two nylon straps with metal rings attached to them running across the table. He helped her to sit on the table, the wood felt cool against her still red ass cheeks. She blushed a bit as he put her legs up causing her to spread them wide apart and expose herself. He fastened a leather cuff around each ankle and clipped them to each strap. He walked behind her and untied her wrists, replacing the rope with cuffs and clipping them to the straps on the other side of the table. She was now lying on her back on the table with her knees up and spread. She was very aware of how open and exposed her pussy was and, while she was a little embarrassed and blushing, she was also getting even wetter. More so even when he blindfolded and gagged her with the scarves once again.

As before, he let her lie there wondering what would be done to her next but this time, every once in a while, she felt his fingers or his mouth gently touch her neck, her face, her breast, her stomach, her thigh, her hand, her foot. Just barely enough pressure for her to feel it, never enough to cause pleasure. Slowly and gradually, the caresses became longer, more definite, and in more sensitive areas. She moaned and twisted to try and get more from them but each time she did, he stopped touching her completely.

Finally and suddenly, she felt his mouth between her legs, his tongue swirled and plunged into the heat and wetness there. She cried out against the gag, feeling her body tense and her breath quicken as she sensed that she was about to go over the top... and again, he stopped completely. This sequence was repeated again, this time with the addition of his fingers adding to her pleasure and again, he denied her the release. The third time, she felt his finger, now wet with her slickness, playing around her tight asshole, patiently waiting until she relaxed and then gently entering her there. The teasing was repeated, each time adding something more, again... and again until she was pleading and begging through the gag to be allowed to cum, nearly screaming her promises to do anything if she was just allowed to cum one time.

She began to whimper as she felt his hands and mouth leave her body completely until he removed her blindfold and gag. She lifted her head to look at him and saw that his cock was out and covered in a ridged condom and that he was, very slowly, stroking the thick, throbbing shaft. He held the swollen, purple head oh so close to her dripping pussy. She immediately knew what he wanted and began begging for me to put his "fat, hard cock" in her "tight wet pussy" over and over.

“What a sweet, little slut," he said, smiling, and began rubbing the head around her clit. She threw her head back, hoping desperately that this was not the start of more teasing and gasped when she felt the full length of his cock enter her in one stroke. He let her breathing recover slightly and then began slowly moving his pulsing cock in and out of her clutching pussy. She could feel the texture of the condom and the heat of his erection as it stretched her pussy and she began to moan. He increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, holding her legs open with his hands. Within moments she began to feel her body tense and she bit her lip, fearing that, if he knew she was about to orgasm, he would stop. But as she began to buck and he felt her pussy contract on his cock, his thrusts did anything but stop, becoming faster and more forceful. She began to cry out and scream as she came, thrashing wildly against her bonds.

As the sensation began to subside she realized that he has not slowed and she could hear the sound of his hips slapping against her open thighs. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and that he was grunting with each thrust into her. She felt the pounding force every time he slammed into her. She felt and saw her breasts bouncing and felt her body tensing again.

"Cum for me, cum for your Master," he told her.

She sensed his cock swelling inside of her and felt it pulse as he cried out and the warm cum, trapped in the condom, spilled out of him just as she began to cum again. He continued to thrust as she finished her orgasm and then slowly pulled out. It was obvious that he was trying desperately to slow his breathing as he unclipped the cuffs at her wrists and ankles and helped her down from the table to kneel at his feet. He peeled off the condom and she hungrily devoured his cock, licking and sucking it clean with her hands grasping his ass and pulling it into her mouth.

When she was done, he pulled up his pants and tucked his still hard cock inside. He then moved behind her and fastened the cuffs on her wrists together and the ones on her ankles to each end of a spreader bar, keeping her legs spread about shoulder width apart. He then helped her stand and removed the clothespins one at a time. She felt a more intense pain as the blood rushed back into the flesh and it became even more intense when he rubbed her nipples slightly roughly.

He turned her around and pointed to the white board. She saw that the sticky notes she’d heard earlier were stuck to the whiteboard in three groups labeled "Position", "Quantity", and "Implement". “Go and fetch one from each category and bring them to me,” he commanded.

She looked down and realized how awkward this would be with her hands bound behind her and her feet to the bar between her legs. She caught his smile as he saw her blush at her predicament but she hobbled over to the board and, after a couple of tries, figured out how to use her lips and tongue to pull one post-it off the board from the "Position" category. She brought it to him and he smiled and complimented her. She returned to the board twice more for the other two categories and he then placed all three slips of paper face up on the table. They read: "OTK", "20", and "hand". He pulled an armless chair over and gestured for her to lie across his lap. She did so clumsily but without hesitation and as he rubbed her ass.

“Remember to count each stroke out loud, slave. There will be penalties for miscounting,” he told her.

She replied, "Yes, Master" and prepared for the spanking.

Thus began the ritual. She selected the position, quantity and implement and accepted the results. She took thirty strokes from his belt while bent over the table, forty strokes with a ruler kneeling in a chair, ten strokes (thankfully few) from a hairbrush lying on the table, and finally, with her wrists released and refastened above her head, fifty from a flogger. She felt a strange, lightheaded sensation toward the end of the last set.

Sensing her slight disorientation, he supported her as he helped her bring her arms down and move to the side of the table again where the straps were located. He laid her face down and fastened her wrists to the other side. She relaxed and let the table support her as she felt his lips kissing her burning flesh and moving to her tight hole. His tongue slowly licked up the entire length before slowly swirling around it. He then began to rub a cool gel over her hot and tender ass and then down between the cheeks, his fingers teasing and then slowly and gently entering her tight asshole. The fingers of his other hand began to stroke her pussy as she felt his finger push into her ass and she moaned. The first finger was joined by a second and then a third finger, each added only as she began to relax. Then she felt his hands leave her. She twisted her head around, trying to see what he was doing and saw him taking his cock out of his pants again and watched him cover it with the lube and stroke it. She needed no further encouragement. She immediately began begging and pleading for his thick hard cock in her tight ass.

She felt his well lubricated fingers enter her again and then the soft warmth of the head of his cock as it pushed against the tight opening. She tried desperately to relax and, as much as she could while being bound as she was, pushed back onto it. Finally, with a spasm of pain his cock entered her. She gasped and he held very still and waited until her breathing slowed and she relaxed before beginning to gently rock back and forth. It seemed almost imperceptible but she knew that more of his cock was entering her with each stroke and she moaned when she felt his hips against her tender ass cheeks. He stopped there for a while, and she could feel the heat from her ass against him and the tensing of her asshole stretched tight around his cock. 

She felt a sensation completely new and unknown, as if she was as full as she could possibly be.

"Please Master, please fuck my tight virgin ass,” she began to plead quietly and soon she felt the thrusts begin slowly. He was unable to control himself long though and soon he was holding onto her hips and slamming his hard cock into her.

“God your ass is so tight and hot, little slut,” he barked gutturally. “I’m going to fill it with my cum, slave,” he groaned. She matched his words, begging for his cum in her ass and, as she felt his cock swell and the warm, wet fluid spill into her, she cried out and came as well.

His thrusts continued as she finished her orgasm and he collapsed on top of her, panting. She could feel his heart pounding against her back as he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “What a perfect, wonderful, slave you are, my sweet, little slut.”