It is Friday evening. They are sitting at the sushi bar at Blowfish and have just finished their first couple of pieces of fish. The bar is packed and their favorite chef, Kenji, is working this evening. She is looking as beautiful as ever. He slowly slides his hand up her inner thigh under her skirt and feels her pussy is wet even though her panties. However, he pulls his hand back.
As he retracts his hand, she utters, "Fuck," under her breath. She realizes she's blown it.
"Kenji, can you pack the rest of the order to go?"
"Is there something wrong with the fish?" Kenji inquires.
"No. It is as wonderful as always. But I need to take care of something at home. My apologies," he replies.
She looks at him, her eyes are wide and flitting about, scanning him. She touches his arm and with a playful tone, "Why are we leaving?"
He pulls his arm free of her grasp and sternly replies, "Do you even have to ask?"
He finishes his beer and pays the check. Kenji hands him the to-go bag.
"Good night, I hope to see you two soon."
They get up to leave. He takes her by the upper arm and pulls her discretely out of the restaurant.
As they exit the restaurant, she complains, "You are hurting me."
He flings her arm aside.
"I am sorry. I fucked up." He just walks on with her in tow and pleading her case. "It is just a pair of panties!"
He turns to her, "No, it is more then that. You and I both know it. You know you are better off following my directions!" He turns his back to her and heads toward home.
She runs to catch up with him, trying her best to smooth things over. "I will suck your cock! I'll do anything, just love me!"
"Never doubt my love for you!" He takes her hand. "Lets go home."
She kisses his cheek.
They enter the through the basement instead the main floor. He unlocks the door. As he follows her in, she starts for the stairs to the main floor.
In a curt voice, "Princess, we will be staying down here for a bit."
With his words, her demeanor softens. He posture relaxes as she sits on the arm of the couch. He glances at her, she is biting her lips, and she looks up at him as she brushes back her hair. Her lips go from biting to a slight smile. A bit nervous. But, a smile. Why? Because this is where it happens. This is their play space.
"Princess, I would like you to strip."
"Are you going to watch me?"
He walks over to the closet and retrieves a box. With the box in hand, he takes a seat on the couch.
Now nude, she sits next to him on the couch and crosses her legs. "What is that?" she asks.
"Nothing." He continues opening the box. He looks at her and realizes how difficult it can be to be stern with her. She is always in his heart and mind. But, her obedience is required for both of their wellbeing. "Princess, retrieve your collar, bit, ankle and wrist cuffs, and my flogger."
He hands her a key, and she hops up.
As she unlocks the cabinet and retrieves the requested articles, he adds, "Also, Princess, bring me six small locks."
"LOCKS? Why locks?"
In scolding tones, "Princess, always with the questions. Just do what I say."
She returns with the articles to him and kneels at his feet. She has been there before.
"May I ask a question?"
"Yes, Princess"
"What was in the box?"
"A baby monitor."
"What do you need it for?"
"So I can hear what is going on in another room."
"I know that. But, why do YOU need it?"
"Enough with the questions."
He locks the cuffs on her wrist and ankles. With her kneeling, he places the collar around her neck. He gives her a deep kiss, as he locks the collar.
"Princess, never doubt my love for you."
He clips the leash to the collar.
"Princess, on all four please."
She gets on her hands and knees and follows his lead into the bathroom.
"Princess, stand, turn and face the wall, and grab the lower towel rod."
The rod is about waist level on her. She grabs the rod and he secures the wrist cuff to the towel rod. He places a spreader bar on the floor behind her and directs her to step back.
"Princess, step back and straddle the spreader bar."
She steps back a bit.
"More!"
She steps again.
"Good." He secures the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar. He takes the leash, wraps it once around the towel bar, and pulls her in close to the bar and secures the leash. In this position, her back is forty-five degrees to the floor.
He lean down and kiss her cheek.
"Princess, you know I love you."
"Yes, I know. I am sorry I failed you."
He kisses her and whispers, "Next time I tell you not to wear panties you will not forget!"
He leaves the bathroom. When he returns he places some items on the counter. He approaches her and gently pulls her hair into a ponytail. Then he places the bit in her mouth, locking it securely around her head, and places a blindfold over her eyes.
"Princess, I will be asking you only yes and no questions. So simply nod your head to answer. Do you understand?"
She nods yes.
"Princess, don't come unless I tell you to come. Do you understand?"
She nods yes.
"Do you understand what you did wrong?"
She nods yes.
"I am not sure you really do."
He retrieves his flogger from the counter. "Now for a little warm up."
The tresses of his flogger fall lightly up her shoulders, slide down her back, and fall off her ass. Then again, down her back and ass. Then again, down her back and ass. However, a little harder this time. As the intensity increases, he starts to focus the strikes on her ass: with each stroke coming a little harder than the previous one, increasing with a slow steady pace building with deliberate intensity.
"Princess, your ass is turning a little pink."
The strokes now come hard and fast. Her ass is now red. He smoothes her ass with his hand and finds that it feels hot to the touch. He slides his hand down her ass and between her legs.
"Your pussy is soaking wet. Pleasure, pain, and punishment. What a complex mix."
He kneels behind her, slides a lubed finger into her ass, and begins stroking in and out. When her ass can easily accept his finger, he inserts a small plug and slowly rubs her clit.
"Remember, Princess, don't come until I let you."
With this, he starts fucking her pussy with his fingers.
"Do you want to come?"
She nods yes.
"Well, not yet."
He removes his fingers and places a pair of chained clamps on her inner lips. With the addition of weights to chain, he can see her lips stretching, the folds hiding her swollen clit. He pulls the weights back, releases them, and lets them swing. The swinging motion clauses the clit to emerge and retreat. She struggles to moan around the bit in her mouth.
He positions himself alongside her and begins spanking her ass.
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