It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about 20 years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for over 6 months.
Tula and I had been experimenting with spanking for several weeks, starting playfully, leading up to her first proper spanking over my knee in her room and then our adventure in the computer lab. We discussed and decided we both wanted to try adding restraint and bondage to our sessions.
So far, we had used the ball gag she had bought a few times. We had previously tried a cheap pair of handcuffs, which led to a further adventure, involving a snapped key and a carefully used hacksaw.
We also discussed that I would like her to call me "Sir" during sessions from now on, and I would refer to her as "Miss Brooks." This allowed us to differentiate between our normal lives and our blossoming Sub/Dom relationship.
I also explained that, where the situation allowed, I would like her to be on her knees at the start of a session with her head bowed respectfully and would expect her to follow my instructions. She agreed.
Tula also reminded me that she liked it when I was rough with her, and she would like to experiment more with this aspect. I accepted and reminded her of her safe word.
Over the next few weeks, we enjoyed many short sessions. I bound her hands behind her back with a work tie and the belt from her dressing gown. We purchased some more expensive handcuffs; they worked far better, but hurt Tula’s wrists, so we invested in a pair of leather manacles that were much more to her liking.
Her spankings became more frequent and harder. It became apparent she had a high pain threshold, and at times she would deliberately misbehave to warrant being disciplined, so I had no doubt in my mind that she enjoyed our spanking sessions. This made me very happy.
I found the anticipation created by the added time it took to restrain her really helped me focus and learn to control my standard impulse to pounce on this beautiful, adventurous girl I found sharing my life.
One evening, after a relatively quick session of her being spanked over my knee and then taking her roughly bent over the bed, with her hands tied behind her back, we lay in bed relaxing. She turned to me and informed me that her parents were visiting in a week and said she would like me to meet them.
I realised this was a very big step for her and, of course, agreed. She explained that they would be staying with friends in Manchester. She would book us a hotel room for the night, and we would meet them for dinner. I promised her I would be on my best behaviour, and she told me not to worry. I knew very little about her parents apart from the fact that they were relatively well off and had retired early to live in Portugal.
A week later, we traveled on the train to Manchester. We got there early enough to have a wander around the shops and check into our hotel to get ready. I was wearing tight black Jeans and a nice shirt. She had already informed me that her mother did not like her Gothic style, with all the black clothes and heavy make-up, and as it was only for one night, she was wearing a colourful flowing, flowery dress that came just above her knees.
“You look so beautiful, baby,” I said as she walked out of the bathroom.
“Thank you, and I have a surprise for you later”, she said with a smile and pulled up the hem of the dress far enough to show me the black seam stockings she was wearing. It took all of my willpower not to throw her on the bed there and then, but instead I put on my suit jacket and offered her my arm.
She placed her arm through mine, kissed me, and we left the room, heading to the lift that would take us to the restaurant on the ground floor, where we were meeting her parents. We enjoyed a relaxed evening; they were down-to-earth and easy to talk to. I was careful with my drinking, very aware of wanting to make a good first impression.
Tula was rather enjoying her red wine, and I could tell she was a little tipsy by the end of the meal. Especially when she ran her hand along my thigh under the table and started stroking my dick through my trousers.
We politely said our goodbyes, and I said it was lovely to finally meet her parents. They seemed pleased with her choice of boyfriend. I can be rather charming when I wish. As soon as her parents were out of sight, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply before whispering, “I think you had better take me to our room before I suck your dick in the middle of the restaurant, Sir.”
I did not need any more convincing and put my arm around her, squeezing her ass as we walked to the lift. As soon as we got into the room, I ordered her to take off her dress and get on her knees. She complied immediately, glancing over with a passionate look in her eyes as she lingered over straightening the top of her stocking.
I walked over, took hold of her wrists and pinned them to the wall high above her head, “Are you teasing me, Miss Brooks?” I asked.
“Maybe, Sir,” she replied with a grin, which turned into a gentle moan as I stroked her pussy through her panties. I kissed her and moved my hand over her stomach to cup and squeeze her breasts before finally carefully placing my hand around her throat, tightening my grip carefully as I broke the kiss and said
“If you keep being cheeky, I will have to punish you. Is that what you want, Miss Brooks?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she said clearly with another smile.
“I can see I am going to have to be strict with you tonight, Miss Brooks,” I said, taking my hand from her throat and loosening my tie and slipping it over my head. I slid it over her wrists and tightened it. I led her to stand in front of the wardrobe and said, “Sit.”
“Yes, Sir”, she said obediently as she sat on the floor with her knees bent.
I lifted her wrists high over her head and tied them to the door of the wardrobe.
She watched me attentively as I turned on a lamp and switched off the main light. I slowly crossed to a chair in the corner, undid my shirt, and removed it. I slowly walked toward her, tying my long hair back in a ponytail.
“Someone mentioned sucking my dick earlier. Open your mouth, Miss Brooks.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and opened her mouth exaggeratedly wide.
“Good girl,” I said, unzipping my trousers and releasing my hard dick. Sliding it between her lips, she closed them tight and as I held my position she rolled her tongue over the tip before I pushed further into the warmth of her throat, her eyes opened wider as she tried to control her gag reflex, I slid back a little and quickly built a rhythm, placing my hand on the back of her head I sped up my hips as the familiar warmth spread through my lower extremities.
I allowed myself to indulge in the pleasure of her mouth for another four or five minutes, then undid the tie from the wardrobe and helped her to stand. I led her over to the bed and had her lie on her front, tying the end of the tie to the top of the bed, so she was lying on the left-hand side.
She turned and looked at me. She was still wearing her lace bra, thong panties, and stockings attached to the matching suspender belt.
I squeezed and pinched her divine plump bottom before landing eight or ten hard slaps, then stroked her, then another eight or ten strikes. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if she was just in a stubborn mood, but she was being very quiet.
Without pausing, I followed up with another ten or twelve harder, faster slaps.
I could see her body tense, but when I paused, she turned her head and said, “Is that all, Sir?”
“I hope you remember your safe word, Miss Brooks, as you seem to have decided to be a Brat; you obviously need another lesson in discipline!” She watched as I undid the thin black leather belt and slid it out of my trousers. Her eyes widened as I wrapped it around my hand, leaving around two feet hanging. I slapped it on the palm of my hand as a test, and her eyes widened a little more.
“Ready, Miss Brooks?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a nervous but determined voice.
When I slapped the belt down onto her buttocks for the first time, she threw her head back and suppressed a cry. The sound of the leather on her skin was so different from that of my hand, I left a long pause before striking again, this time with better control, catching her flat across both cheeks, her back arched in pain, and I could see she was biting her lip.
I stroked her arse with my free hand and stroked between her thong-clad pussy, even through the material, I could feel she was very wet. As I rubbed harder, she was moaning gently into the pillow.
I removed my hand and brought the belt down on her delicate arse another four times. Her head snapped back, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. I leaned down and spoke quietly in her ear, “Are you ready for me to fuck you now, Miss Brooks?”
“Oh God, yes, Sir, please, Sir”, she sniffed
“Hmm, I like it when you beg; do it again”, I said.
She looked back at me and, with real desire in her eyes, said, “Please fuck me, Sir”
I unwound the belt from my hand and dropped it to the floor. I undid my trousers and removed them along with my boxer shorts. I climbed onto the bed and knelt over her thighs, slowly sliding her panties over the glowing skin. She winced.
“Say it again”
“Please, sir, fuck me, sir”
I removed her panties and forced her legs apart, pulling her up onto her knees a little, sliding my hands along the inside of her thighs before stroking the wet lips of her pussy.
As I inserted two fingers inside, she pushed her arse back towards my hand, sighing as she did. She turned her head back and implored, “Please, sir, please fuck me now.”
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked, moving my fingers deeper and faster.
“Yes, sir, I promise, sir.”
I removed my fingers, positioned myself, and slid my hard cock into her as deep as I could.
I held for a few seconds and then withdrew and spun her over onto her back. She looked at me with anguish, saying, “No, Sir, please”
The last word became a long moan as I stooped and ran my tongue roughly along the lips of her pussy, lapping from the bottom to the top before sucking her clitoral hood between my lips. I readjusted my lips, and I had exposed her clitoris and started manipulating it with my tongue, making rapid side-to-side movements that I had learned would bring her to orgasm. As expected, within a minute or two, I could hear her breathing and moaning escalating. I soon heard her whispering under her breath, “Oh yes, oh yes.”
Again, I moved away from her and rolled her onto her front, pulling her up onto her knees and started to stroke her soaking pussy with my fingers, “Nooo, please sir, no more.”
“Are you going to be a good girl, Miss Brooks?” Knowing she was now in my power.
“Yes, please, Sir fuck me, I will be a good girl, I will do anything you want”
“Good girl,” I said as I slid into her from behind.
“Oh God, oh God,” she exclaimed. I sighed as her warm, tight pussy embraced me, our bodies becoming one as I started to thrust into her, building up speed as I did. Her irregular breathing told me she was already close, and this time I was not going to hold back.
I placed my hands on her hips and slammed into her relentlessly, pulling her back into me to coincide with every thrust. As she started to come, she became so loud I had to wrap my hand around her mouth, keeping it there as she subsided, using it as leverage for my last few pumps as I came deep inside her.
A week after the night in the hotel, I arrived at her house. Her housemates were away, and she had given me a spare key. I let myself in and climbed the stairs, knocking on her bedroom door.
“Come in, Sir.” I entered the room to find her sitting cross-legged naked on her bed, her long dark hair pulled forward over her heavy breasts. I walked straight over to the bed, placing my bag on it, and took her into my arms, kissing her deeply, my tongue wrapping around hers.
“Afternoon, Miss Brooks,” I said as I broke the kiss. “You are dressed perfectly for what I had planned.” I opened my bag and removed four coils of black silk rope. I passed her one, and she felt it enthusiastically. I had been reading a book on Shibari ropework at home and was keen to test what I had learned.
I pulled her legs out straight in front of her, took one of the sections of rope and wrapped it around her ankles in a figure of eight, four times, before turning it over itself between her ankles a couple of times. I then ran it up to her thighs, just above her knees, binding them tightly together before tying it off.
She had been watching me closely in silent fascination. She wriggled a little and nodded to show it would not move.
Next, I turned her legs so she could sit on the edge of the bed and took another length of rope, lifting her breasts in turn. I ran it beneath her breasts and around her back several times before looping it over itself and taking it over her shoulder, crossing it each time so it wrapped around her chest.
When I had finished, it looked like a rope bra with her breasts hanging majestically just over the bottom rope, supporting rather than compressing them.
I lifted her legs back onto the bed and tied her wrists together behind her back as she leaned back on them. I kissed her and then took her nipples into my mouth, sucking on them one after another. I stepped back from the bed to appreciate my work and said, “Comfortable, Miss Brooks?”
“Yes, thank you, Sir, she said with a smile.
I rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth, Miss Brooks”
“Yes, Sir.”
As she did so, I unzipped my trousers and released my hardening dick, stepped forward, and fed it into her mouth. She shuffled, but in her restrained position, all she could do was lie there and try not to gag. I spent a couple of minutes enjoying the depths of her throat, and then, as quickly as I had begun, I put myself away, bent and kissed her.
I stood and moved her back straight on the bed, undid her wrists, repositioned her arms, and retied them so they were crossed under one another in the centre of her back. Again, I watched as she shuffled a little, testing her restraints.
I showed my satisfaction with her predicament by giving her pert arse a quick spank. Just enough to add a little colour and draw a little yelp from her as she wriggled helplessly.
Again, I untied her arms, wanting to try something else. I stretched her hands straight behind her and again tied her wrists tightly together over her arse. I forced my hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy.
The flesh was squashed together, but I could still feel how wet she was, and after a minute or two, she was moaning softly to herself.
I grabbed her feet and pulled them back towards her arse, taking the end of the rope around her wrists and connecting it to the rope securing her ankles, so she was now completely hog-tied. Again, I stepped back to admire my work.
“Comfortable, Miss Brooks?” I asked.
“Yes, sir”, she said after turning her head to look at me.
“Are you wet, Miss Brooks?”
“Oh God, yes, Sir”, she answered with a smile. I paused for a little while and then said.
“I am hungry; don’t go anywhere, Miss Brooks.”
As I left her room and closed her bedroom door, I could hear her say, “Sir? Sir? Where are you going?”
I walked down the stairs, opened the front door, and then closed it loudly. I crept halfway up the stairs and sat on the step listening.
After ten minutes, I could hear mumbling from the bedroom, but all I could make out was “What the hell?”
After another ten minutes, I crept into the kitchen, retrieved an ice cream from the freezer, and started eating it. As I had nearly finished the ice cream, I crept to the front door, opened it, slammed it, and walked loudly up the stairs.
As I walked into the room, Tula was glaring at me. “You left me hogtied with a wet pussy to go get ice cream?” she blurted out.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Brooks?” I said sternly. Her eyes widened as she realised her error.
“You left me hogtied with a wet pussy to go get ice cream? Sir. Sorry, Sir.” The apology was quickly added as I untied the rope connecting her wrists and ankles. She straightened her legs and stretched her back. I aimed a hard slap at her arse that made her wince and tense.
“Do you really think you are in the best position to show dissent, Miss Brookes?”
“No, Sir, I am sorry, Sir.” As she spoke, I spanked her another six or eight times,
“ Maybe next time I should gag you first and leave you for longer.
“Yes, sir, please do, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”
“You seem to have learned your lesson.”
“I have Sir, I know I am your slave Sir,” It was the first time she had referred to herself in that way, It would be fair to say I found it stimulating, I pulled her up onto her knees, stood behind her and undid my trousers, I had to squeeze my hard cock between her thighs as they were still tied together, but after a little readjustment, I entered her still soaking pussy.
After all the anticipation, it did not take long for us both to come. She collapsed forward onto the bed as her body stopped spasming.
I slapped her ass, pulled the duvet over her bottom half, and headed towards the door, saying, “I am going to get a coffee, and then I will untie you, maybe.”
“Ok, Sir, Thank you, Sir,” She sighed without opening her eyes. Post-orgasm bliss had taken her completely.
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