They met most Fridays for the next few months for sessions, often starting with a coffee and a discussion on the previous meeting. Sometimes sessions were planned for her specific wants, sometimes more spontaneous, and most ended with a severe spanking, and she would prove to have a very high pain threshold. Some sessions were relatively short, some lasting several hours.
He never stayed the night, as they had agreed this would help prevent them from becoming more emotionally attached.
She was restrained using rope, handcuffs and manacles. Over time, they tried various paddles, riding crops, a cane and a wooden ruler. She was spanked bent over his knee, bent over the sofa, chairs and tables.
On one occasion, late at night, he shackled her to a pipe on the wall of the house in the back garden and left her with her panties around her ankles in full view of the neighbours, begging for rescue while he stood in the doorway and slowly smoked a cigarette.
It soon became apparent that she thoroughly enjoyed being spanked, and therefore it was not really useful as a form of punishment; one evening this led to him refusing to spank her until she had literally begged on her knees at his feet for 5 minutes.
She started to crave his control outside the sessions, so he told her that she was no longer allowed to masturbate without his permission. When she had the urge, she had to message him and await his reply. He would tell her if she was permitted and whether she was allowed to come. If permission was given, as soon as she had finished, she had to message him and describe exactly what she had done.
If permission was not given, he would simply reply, “No, Doll.”
And she had to reply, “Yes, Master.”
He once said no five times across three days before finally giving her permission, but with the condition that she had to call him and let him listen. He waited for the pained sounds of her much-needed orgasm to subside.
She whispered, “Thank you, Master.”
He simply said, “Good girl,” and hung up.
Usually, he would arrive at hers; she would make him a coffee, they would chat and then start their session, but on this occasion, he had decided to change things. He parked outside her house. He was wearing a light grey suit and a white tie with a black shirt; he rang the doorbell.
When she answered the door, saying “Good evening, Master,” as she always did, he put his finger to his lips to show she should remain silent; she nodded and stepped aside to allow him to enter the hall.
He turned and watched her close the front door before facing him. She was wearing her collar and a short white semi-transparent nightie with white panties; the dark circles of her nipples straining against the satin fabric confirmed she was not wearing a bra.
He beckoned her to him, placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Sliding the knot to loosen his tie, he lifted it over his head and slipped it over her wrists behind her back, looping the tie around twice before tightening it.
Pressure on her shoulders indicated his wish for her to drop to her knees, which she did. He took hold of her hair (tied back in a long ponytail) in his hand and used it to gently push her head to the floor, turning her face to the side, so she came to rest on her knees with her behind in the air.
Without a word, he lifted her nightie and slid her panties down her thighs to her knees and immediately landed 4 hard slaps to her ass.
She exclaimed, more in shock than pain, and he hesitated while she shuffled a little for balance before continuing to spank her with hard, steady slaps, alternating the cheeks every few hits. He watched her face intently as he spanked her; she had closed her eyes, and he could see her biting her bottom lip to try to remain quiet.
Normally, he spanked her in bursts, talking to her in between to give her recovery time, but today he said nothing as he launched another brutal assault on the soft flesh of her ass, spanking her harder and faster; before long she stopped biting her lip and cried out in low involuntary yelps of pain, but still the palm of his hand tormented her supple rear with relentless slaps.
Just at the point where she thought she could take no more, he wrapped her hair around his hand, used it to lift her into a kneeling position, stepped to stand in front of her and slid his already free hard cock into her mouth, slowly sliding himself all the way in till her nose touched his stomach, increasing the pressure on the back of her head to hold her there for a moment.
She gagged slightly, her eyes opened wide and teared up; he eased back a little and then built up speed and motion, sliding his hard dick in and out of her lips as she gasped for breath. He gave her no time for rest as he relentlessly fucked her face. He kept a grip on the hair at the back of her head and used it to move her back and forth. Despite having her hands bound behind her back, she was determined to please her master and clamped her lips hard on his dick as well as she could.
Before long, and with only his quickened breath as warning, she felt the hot splash of his climax on her tongue, but instead of pushing forward seeking the warm depth of her throat, he yanked her head back to come over her wide-open mouth; she felt it splash on her lips, face and neck. She slowly relaxed back into a sitting position, her large chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath. One of her straps had slipped from her shoulder, exposing the top of one of her breasts, which now had a thick line of cum rolling down it.
He composed himself and strode into the living room, returning with her phone. Without saying a word, he showed her the message on the phone, which said, “Do not move until this phone rings.”
She nodded, and he placed it on the floor in front of her, slid his tie from her wrists, kissed her on the forehead and, without looking back, left the house, closing the front door behind him.
Climbing into his car, he started the short drive home. After 10 minutes, about halfway, he pulled over and video called Doll. She answered immediately and held the phone high away from her so he could see she was still on her knees in the hall. Her slightly bowed face was stained with dried mascara-run tears, and he could see the evidence of his climax still on her chin and front of her nightie.
“Very good girl, Doll,” he said finally, her face breaking into a slight proud smile as he continued, “tonight was to remind you that you are my slave, to use as I wish. You may now go and clean yourself up and go to bed. Next time I see you, you have earned a reward of your choice. Master is very pleased with you.”
“Thank you, Master,” she responded, sounding tired but content.
He hung up and drove home. When he arrived, he had a message that read, “Thank you for tonight, Master. I look forward to serving you again. I have bathed and am now lying naked in bed thinking of you. Please may your Doll masturbate?”
“As you have been an obedient and courteous girl, you may, Doll,” he responded.
“Thank you, Master, and please may I cum?”
He delayed his response on purpose by making a coffee; his phone chimed again.
“Please, Master, please!”
“Yes, Doll, you may,” he responded finally.
“Thank you, Master,” came the immediate response.
He undressed and settled in bed, finishing his coffee, 5 minutes later, his phone pinged again. This time, it was a video taken from a phone propped on a bedside table.
He could see Doll lying naked on her bed, one hand gripping the duvet and the other thrust between her legs, her large breasts heaving up and down to match her sharply panting, rapid breath as her body tensed again and again until she reached orgasm, sighing “Master” under her breath in a long, drawn-out gasp as she did.
He sent a message, “Good girl, now sleep, Doll.”
“Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” she replied.
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