She lay still in defeat, hands tied behind her back and legs tied together, blindfolded, gagged and wondered what else he had in store for her that night. She knew from experience that he liked to build her anticipation and keep her guessing. She also realised with a smile that her pussy was once again soaking.

She heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later, his footsteps crossed the room towards her.

She held her breath. . . .  then heard his voice.

“Are you tired, No. 6 ?”

She shook her head. As soon as she did, she was rolled onto her stomach, the ropes at her wrists were swiftly undone, she rubbed them blindly with her hands, only to have them snatched apart and tied to the bed on either side of her.

A collar and lead were attached at her throat, and a short tug on the leash brought her up onto her knees. Her ankles were forced apart and shackled, then her head was pushed down onto the bed so her behind was now presented high in the air.

Her heart raced as she felt the bed undulate beneath his weight beside her. She shivered as she felt his hand stroke her naked buttocks.

“Are you ready, No. 6?” he asked.

She raised her head as best she could and nodded positively.

The first slap to her arse made her yelp, more in surprise rather than pain. He kept a steady rhythm as he spanked her; the strikes were accurate, hard and steady. She knew from experience this was playful, not punishment.

After a slight pause, she heard the swish through the air of a flogger, the multiple leather tendrils at its end stinging her buttocks over and over as it was skilfully moved in a figure of eight. Again, the pain was brief, focusing her mind on what was to come next.

Her eyes widened behind the blindfold as she heard the familiar buzz of her wand a few seconds before the bulbous head was held against her outer labia. Her body tensed, and she moaned as more pressure was added, forcing her lips apart slightly and deepening the vibrations.

The wand was slowly dragged higher until it engaged with her clitoris. Again, her body tensed, her toes pointing as the deep vibrations tormented her sensitive clitoris, just as she could feel the familiar stirrings of the orgasm deep within her, it was removed.

His fingers stroked, then something cold made her jump; a little pressure was applied. She could feel something being pressed at the entrance to her ass, she told herself not to tense as first one, then two small spheres stretched and then entered her tight behind. Even blindfolded, she now knew they were anal beads, and there were four more to go, each slightly larger than the one before.

As the last one was slid into her tight cavity and her ass snapped shut behind it he started to gently stroke the now soaking outer lips of her pussy, Even through the gag, she knew her moans were becoming louder, threatening to reach a crescendo as the wand was again applied and held firm against her clitoris, ever so slowly he started to pull the anal beads out, one by one they forced her open until her muscles snapped shut around the next in line.

She could hear screaming and realised it was her own. For a second, she was worried that she could not seek his permission to cum, but even as the thought entered her head, her whole body tensed and spasmed as the orgasm hit her like a tsunami. She arched her back, lifting her head off the bedding.

She collapsed back down onto the bed as the orgasm subsided, the wand was discarded, still buzzing on the bed somewhere, and she gasped and twitched involuntarily as the final anal bead was forced from her behind.

And then suddenly he was inside her, filling her pussy completely and driving deep into her exhausted body, the collar at her throat tightened and pulled her back towards him as he wrapped the leash around his hand, arching her back towards him.

After a few minutes his savage thrusts started the approach of another orgasm and he slowed his movements, she found she was pushing back against him, craving him deeper in her body but he placed his hand on her hip, steadying her as he slowly built his rhythm again, slow deep thrusts that took her breath away until finally, she succumbed to her second orgasm just as he spurted and filled her inside with hot liquid.

She collapsed beneath him and could hear his heavy breathing as he turned her onto her side and unwound the tape that gagged her mouth, kissing her deeply before removing the blindfold.

As she blinked into the light and her eyes adjusted, she thought, ‘Thank you, master, thank you for using my body in such a wonderful way, thank you for allowing me to cum, thank you for making me feel safe and wanted, I feel lucky to be your property and will do anything to please you.

But as her mind swam in a sea of serotonin and oxytocin, all she could whisper was “Thank you, master, thank you.” Again and again, as he pulled her, still bound, into his arms. 

He had finally released her from her restraints when they had both caught their breath, and he carried her to the shower. After they had showered, they discussed that he was leaving early in the morning for a conference in a nearby city.

They had fallen asleep not long after.

He awoke early and packed for his trip. Coming out of the shower, he found the bed empty. Dressed in a black suit, he walked downstairs to find her wearing a black bra and panties, on her knees with her hands on her thighs, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning, No. 6,” he said.

“Good morning, sir, with your permission, I would like to fix breakfast and then, if you don’t mind, may I suck your cock while you eat?”

“As you asked so politely, No. 6, it would be impolite to refuse such an offer. Good girl,” he answered and sat at the large, dark wood dinner table. She smiled and rose to her feet, almost skipping into the kitchen. She returned soon after with a light breakfast and a large cup of coffee, placing them carefully on the table.

“Will that be enough for breakfast, sir?” she asked.

“Perfect, thank you, No. 6, you are a good girl,” he said and took a sip from the coffee.

“I love it when you call me good girl, Master. I will show you what a good girl I am.” She dropped to her knees and crawled under the table, gently pushing his knees apart and undoing the zip of his suit trousers. She moved his boxers down and lifted his already hardening cock over the top, rolling her tongue around the tip before sucking it into her lips.

She had to turn her head slightly under the edge of the table as she slowly manoeuvred his length to the back of her throat, almost gagging as his girth filled her mouth, reminding herself he would be gone for 3 days, she took a deep breath through her nose and forced herself deeper.

Pleased by the groan she heard from above the table, she retreated to a more comfortable depth and started to slide her lips back and forth as she delighted in his low moans above. A few minutes later, he spoke, and she noted his voice was an octave or so lower than normal. “Don’t you dare make a mess, No. 6, I don’t have time to change before leaving”.

“No, no master, I won’t,” she answered between gasps for air as her hand pumped his shaft up and down. She returned to expertly sucking his dick and, after a few minutes, heard his breathing become faster, his moans louder, his hand clutching at the back of her head.

Normally, she preferred him to cum on her face, but as she pumped the bottom half of his shaft with her hand, she locked her lips around him and sucked as if her life depended on it. Feeling his cock throbbing against her lips as she felt the hot spurt hit the back of her tongue, she knew this would only be the first and kept pumping and sucking until he finally stopped bucking beneath her.

He made almost pained sounds as she swallowed his tribute with a loud gulp and swiftly wrapped her lips around him again, lovingly sucking and licking him clean as he caught his breath. She ducked under the table and looked up at him with pride as he smiled down at her.

“Sir, I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy sucking your cock. It feels so warm and silky in my mouth. I love how it feels against my tongue, and when it pushes against my throat, it is sometimes a challenge not to choke. But I feel a sense of pride, I know that it sounds strange, but I feel proud the moment you cum in my mouth, sir,” she sighed in her soft, sultry voice.

Her statement made him smile broadly. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, “Such a good girl, but I have to go to No. 6. I shall let you know as soon as I get to the hotel.”

She watched him pick up his bag and coat and leave the house. She smiled and stayed on her knees, savouring the taste of him in her mouth. She did not feel used; she was exactly where she belonged. Pleasing him was everything to her; it was the only thing that mattered, and she knew she had done her task well.

(See story illustrations folder in media section for AI filtered pics to accompany the story.)