It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about twenty years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for almost a year.

Tula was nearing the end of her degree, and had recently accepted an offer to do her PhD at the prestigious Oxford University. The knowledge that she would soon be living over two hundred miles away weighed heavily on us both.

We were determined to enjoy the summer we had together before she moved down south, and I noticed that she would take on her submissive persona as often as she could.

I found I was spending more and more time with Miss Brooks and less with Tula.

I wondered if this was because she wanted to experiment as much as possible or if she somehow thought this would make the parting easier.

But right at this moment, I was wondering how the hell she managed to walk in the stiletto heels she was wearing. She was now kneeling at my feet, head bowed respectfully.

She was wearing a black under-bust corset that cinched in her tiny waist, a matching black lace bra and panties. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back; I had just clipped a chain leash to the collar at her throat. She looked up at me proudly as I said, “You look beautiful, but take that corset off.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said and reached behind her to loosen the laces and then pinch them together at the front to undo the clasps, allowing it to drop to the floor.

“Good Girl, and now the bra.” She reached behind her back and unclipped the black lace bra, allowing it to fall away from her breasts and down her arms.

I stood and walked to her, bending down and pinching and pulling her nipples in turn. Her face showed pain, but she made no sound. We had discovered in a recent session that this really, really turned her on.

I tugged on the leash, and she stood. I lifted her black trench coat off the back of the door and held it out, as she slipped her arms inside. I again tugged on the leash, and she followed me down the stairs swiftly, doing up the buttons on her coat, covering her now near-naked body.

“Sir, where are we going?” she asked. I opened the front door and walked out.

“To the park, where all pets are taken!” I answered and was shot a glare. As we walked the short distance to the park, I kept her leash tight in my hand and said.

“If you think I won’t spank you in the park, you are wrong.”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir.” She said, lowering her eyes respectfully.

A week after our walk in the park, I was sitting in the room with Tula, who had informed me she had bought some new underwear and wanted to model it for me. I was sitting on the bed. She walked over to me, kissed me deeply and then handcuffed my right hand to the bed. “What the hell?” I complained.

“Well, I know that is the only way I am going to get to try on the new lingerie in peace,” she said with a smile.

“Fair enough,” I laughed and made myself comfortable, reaching over with my free hand to retrieve and light a cigarette, noting she was being careful not to call me sir and wondering if it was payback for making her walk around the park in just her panties and a coat and then spanking her so hard she couldn’t sit down the next day.

She walked out of the bathroom in stunning white lingerie, saying, “I thought these would be nice for the summer ball next week." I smiled and nodded in appreciation.

She walked over and kissed me, took the cigarette from my hand, crossed to the window and sat. No, not sat, posed on the windowsill smoking the cigarette, legs bent and feet flat to tighten her toned legs, back arched to push out her chest, hair cascading down her back.

She looked like a model, oozing sex appeal.

“I have let you see Miss Brooks a lot recently, which has been amazing, but I wanted to remind you that it is Tula that you fell in love with.” She said softly.

I was about to answer her when she put her finger to her lips and stood, turning her back to me and slowly easing the white panties down her hips. She let them fall to the floor and sat back on the windowsill.

She flicked the straps of the bra off her shoulders and lifted one foot onto the windowsill so her legs were wide open. Her hand dropped to stroke her thigh and then gently caress the lips of her pussy, but she was determined to put on a show and swiftly plunged two fingers inside, opening her mouth wide and moaning as she did.

She continued the display for a few minutes, then slowly walked across the room, dropping her bra to the floor as she did. She stepped onto the bed and stood above me with her hands on the wall, looking down at me.

I could smell the sweet musky scent of her pussy above me. I kissed the inside of her thigh as high as I could.

“Tell me you love me, tell me you want me," she said from above. I tilted my head.

“Of course, I love you, and I always want you. Always.” As I said that, she lowered herself onto my face; for the next five minutes, I worshipped her using my tongue and lips, lapping at her soaking pussy and then sucking her clitoris into my lips. She moaned loudly above me but raised herself slightly, removing her clitoris from my mouth as she got close, wanting to prolong the ecstasy before finally lowering herself again so I could concentrate my attention on her clitoris and bring her to a loud, long orgasm. 

As she collapsed onto the bed, I stroked her hair with my free hand. 

“You do know I love you, don’t you, Tula? Miss Brooks is part of you, so of course I love her too, but in a different way.”

“Don’t worry, I know; I just wanted to hear it,” she said between heavy breaths.

“It is a while since I saw that side of you. I forgot how confident you can be since Miss Brooks came into the equation.”

“She will be back at your mercy soon, I promise.”

“Are you going to uncuff me then?” I added.

“Maybe.”

A week later, I was standing in the courtyard of the university building, waiting for Tula; she had wanted to meet me there. I guessed she wanted to make an entrance, as she had not allowed me to see what she was planning on wearing, but said she wanted to surprise me and her friends.

I was wearing tight black velvet trousers and a waistcoat with a matching frock coat over a white shirt and Top hat; I would not have looked out of place on a Victorian street.

I saw her glide down the stone stairs at the entrance of the courtyard. She was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved 1920s-style flowing dress that glided only an inch off the floor. It looked vintage. Her straightened black hair and black corset were a stark contrast to the pure white dress. As she approached me, I removed my top hat, took her hand, and bowed low to kiss it. “You look beautiful, Tula, so beautiful."

“Thank you, Sir," she said and curtsied elegantly. I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately.

I looked at her and smiled, saying, “No, my love, today is for Tula; tomorrow I shall see Miss Brooks.”

“Ok, baby, tonight we make love, but tomorrow you fuck Miss Brooks,” she answered.

“Until she screams,” I said as I took her hand and led her into the building to the bar.

We spent the next three or four hours chatting with friends, dancing and drinking.

There were lots of comments on Tula’s dress; the goth who always wore black suddenly in a gleaming white dress caused just the effect on her friends she wanted. 

The Cure blasted through the sound system, and her eyes lit up. I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, her dress spinning out from the bottom as I twirled her around. As the song ended, she fell into my arms and looked up at me. She kissed me deeply and said, “Tonight has been perfect; now I want to be seduced.”

“As you wish, my lady," I said, kissing her hand and leading her to the exit. We crossed the road to the hotel, in which her parents had paid for a room as part of her graduation present.

As we entered the room, I placed the bottle of red wine I had smuggled out of the ball on the small table in the corner of the room. She turned to stand in front of me as I unlaced her corset, then, moving her long hair out of the way and unzipping her dress, planting kisses down her back, she eased it down her shoulders and started to wriggle out of it.

“I shall get glasses,” I said and went to the bathroom. Returning with two small plain glasses. She was now sitting with her legs up on the bed, wearing the white lace lingerie she had shown me the week before. I walked over to the small table and poured red wine into one of the glasses. I took a sip and said, “You look stunning, Tula. Come over here.”

She stood and then dropped to her knees on the floor, crawling halfway towards me.  Before lying on her back on the floor and looking up at me, “Why are you still dressed?” she said.

I laughed and started to undo my waistcoat and shirt, slipping them both off before leaning forward and again saying, “Come here”

She stood and walked over to me. I placed my arms around her waist and kissed her stomach, slowly drawing her panties down her legs till she stepped out of them. I placed my hands on her hips and turned her, till her bottom touched the small table.

I stood and lifted her slightly so she was sitting on the table. She wrapped her legs around the back of mine and pulled me into her. We kissed passionately, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. I broke the kiss and nibbled my way down her neck before taking her nipple into my mouth along with the delicate white lace.

I switched to the other breast and then placed my hand in the centre of her chest, pushing her down to lie on the small round table.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh, then lapped at the outer lips of her labia, running my tongue from the very bottom to the top of her lips, pushing my tongue deep inside to taste her before moving higher and sucking her clitoris into my lips, moving my tongue gently over it in the way I had learnt she liked.

Her head was now hanging back of the table and she was moaning loudly.

“Oh god, oh god, I want to come with you inside me!” she whispered between moans, I stood, unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor, pushed my boxers over my hips and gently eased my hard cock into her, she sighed as I pushed deeper, she pulled herself to half sit and I put my arms around the bottom of her back to pull her onto me as I thrust into her at a steady pace, we kissed deeply until she threw back her head and let out a low scream of release as she came.

I allowed her to recover, then pulled her in close to me and, still inside her, walked over to the bed and lowered her down onto it. We made love for another half hour or so till we both fell asleep in contented exhaustion.

I woke the next morning, slipped out of bed, put on a plain black V-neck t-shirt, went to the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. As I opened the bathroom door, I could see that the bed was now empty. I heard a voice from the other side of the room.

“Good morning, Sir.”

I looked over to see her standing with her back to me. She was wearing black high heels and lingerie and was busy doing up the last clip on the suspender belt to her black stockings. The thong panties highlighted her perfect arse fantastically in the early morning light from the window.

“Good morning, Miss Brooks. How are you feeling this morning?” I said, crossing to sit on the chair in the corner.

“A little too much wine last night, but I feel fine, thank you, sir.”

“I am glad to hear that. Make me a coffee, please, Miss Brooks.”

“Yes, sir,” she said immediately.

I enjoyed the spectacle of her lace lingerie-clad body striding elegantly to the small table; she made a coffee and brought it to the small table next to me.

“May I brush my teeth, please, sir?" 

I lifted the coffee and nodded.

“Thank you, sir," she said and headed into the bathroom.

She returned a few minutes later and knelt in the submissive position on the floor a few feet in front of me. Her back straight, hands on her thighs and head bowed.

“Good Girl, stand and remove your panties,” I said as I finished my coffee.

“Yes, sir,” she answered immediately. She stood and slid the panties down her thighs and allowed them to drop to the floor before carefully stepping out of them.

“Good girl, now come and bend over my knee so I can spank you.”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” she replied with a smile and walked straight over and lay across my knees.

“Good girl, now hands behind your back and interlock your fingers.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as she complied immediately.

I then delivered a swift, hard spanking that had her ass glowing red and her whimpering in a short space of time.

As I lifted her off my lap, she rubbed her behind and begrudgingly said, "Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl, that lingerie looks amazing on your Miss Brooks, but I want you naked, now.”

“Yes, Sir.” She sat carefully on the edge of the bed, unclipped her stockings and eased them down her thighs, then stood and slid the suspender belt over her hips, allowing it to fall to the floor. Finally, she unclipped her bra and released her stunning breasts. As soon as she had, she knelt and assumed the submissive position.

“Very good girl, now crawl over her and suck my dick,” I said in a commanding voice.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her face breaking into a smile.

She crawled over, and as she reached me, I stood and slid off my T-shirt, placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips onto my hard cock, I was in the mood to give orders, so I continued speaking softly.

“That is it, good girl, hands on your thighs, slow down. Now take it deeper, deeper, good girl, that’s better, oh god that feels good, faster now.” She followed my instructions to the letter, keeping her hands on her thighs and wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft as she took me to the back of her throat.

It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on what I was saying.

“Good girl, just like that, don’t you dare stop till you have swallowed every drop.” I was now moving my hips rapidly, and she was taking me as deep as she could into her throat, occasionally pulling back to take a deep breath before going back to her task.

A few minutes later, I came with a loud moan; she swallowed in one gulp and then wrapped her tongue around as she pulled back, licking me clean, smiling up at me as she did.

I slumped down onto the chair behind me, catching my breath.

“Very good job, Miss Brooks. Go and get my bag, please.”

She smiled proudly and said, “Thank you, sir, yes, sir.”

She brought over my bag and passed it to me. She then knelt back in a submissive position at my feet. I delved into the bag and pulled out a carrier bag. From it, I took a large roll of shiny black bondage tape, the kind that sticks to itself but not your skin.

“Stand up, Miss Brooks,” I said. As she did, I wrapped the tape around the top of her thigh and cut it, then matched the other one. “How does that feel?” I asked.

“Fine, Sir, a bit cold but kind of nice actually,” she said with an intrigued smile.

“On your knees and give me your wrists."

She dropped to her knees and held her hands up together. I wrapped the tape around several times and then cut it.

She tried to open her hands and nodded to show they were well secured. I loved how the harsh, shiny tape looked in contrast to her pale, flawless skin.

I wrapped another line just above her elbows to make sure, and then kissed her forehead and wrapped it around her head three or four times as a gag, ensuring that her nose was clear so she could breathe.

“Perfect, Miss Brooks,” I said and stood, raising her from her knees and leading her to the bed. I pushed her so she was on her knees, leaning over the edge of the bed and, without another word, entered her from behind, slamming deep into her wet pussy as she grunted through the tape beneath me.

After a few minutes, I heard her breathing and moaning start to escalate. I stood back and aimed four hard slaps at her ass, two to each cheek. She grunted loudly through the tape.

I pushed her further onto the bed and turned her onto her back; her wrists, taped together in front of her chest, made an excellent lever; her eyes were wide and blazed with longing and frustration at the pause.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, aware of how close she was. I licked roughly at her labia, pulled it gently open with my fingers and drove my tongue inside, tasting her wetness.

I ran my tongue upwards and sucked her clitoral hood into my lips, burying my nose in the downy triangle of soft hair above, allowing it to slide back out before probing with my tongue and sucking her clitoris back into my mouth. She was already moaning loudly and was bucking under me; she came in a violent, long release.

I gently lapped at her pussy, giving her time to stop spasming and then spun her onto her front again, this time pulling her up onto her knees at the edge of the bed. I drove into her from behind steadily for four or five minutes, until her moans started to slowly rise again.

I withdrew and strode across the room to my bag, my cock swinging at a ninety-degree angle from my body as I walked. I picked something from my bag and walked back towards her.

“With you moving away soon, I thought you may need an upgrade,” I said and showed her the large plug-in wand in my hand. She had been watching me as I returned, and her eyes widened in surprise and excitement.  

I plugged it in and turned it on to the medium setting, placing it between her breasts and gently moving it across to her nipples one at a time. She moaned gently as it vibrated against her sensitive nipples.

“Do you want me to try it somewhere else, Miss Brooks?” She nodded vehemently.

I slowly slid it down her stomach and through the hair between her legs, gently pushing the large head into her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, her head rolling back onto the bed as the vibrations spread through her body.

I slowly moved the wand up to the top and moved it around until her moaning escalated, showing I had found her clitoris. Gently inserting two fingers into her pussy, her moaning became louder.

I flicked a switch on the wand, and the pulsing increased as it moved to the highest setting. Her eyes suddenly flicked open, and her whole body tensed.

She began crying, “Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck”, over and over again, muffled by the tape gag, but understandable. 

The "oh fucks" turned into a long, muffled wail as she orgasmed again and again.

I moved forward and slid the first three or four inches of my hard dick into her now soaking opening. I lifted the wand and rested it against the base of my dick so the vibrations travelled along me and into her.

Her head was now swaying from side to side as she again became lost in the sensations emanating from her body. Her bound hands were now clasped on either side of her face.

I moved the wand back to rest on her clitoris and started to move deeper inside her, slowly speeding up as her moans again swiftly became louder. As I started fucking her harder, her head was moving from side to side and again she started moaning, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh no, Hoetato Hoetato."

I suddenly became aware of what she was saying. I switched off the wand and dropped it on the bed, carefully sat her up and carefully unwrapped the tape from her mouth.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I asked, a little worried.

Her face was bright red, and she was shaking her head and taking deep breaths. I knelt next to her and put my arm around her back to support her.

She finally managed to speak, “Don’t worry, I am not hurt. I was about to come for a third time, and everything started to spin. I actually thought I was going to pass out.”

“I am sorry, baby,” I said, stroking her back.

“Oh god, don’t apologise; this morning has been amazing, you just nearly made me pass out from orgasming too much, that is fucking amazing.”

I grinned proudly and kissed her deeply, saying, “Well, I shall take that as a compliment, then. How about I run us a bath?”

“That sounds amazing, baby,” she said and collapsed back onto the bed.

See the story illustration folder in media for pics to accompany the story.