There I was, sitting quietly in the living room, getting ready to watch a TV show when you came out of your office, looked at me and told me to come into the bedroom with you. I set down my computer and followed you. Once there you closed the door and told me to take off my clothes and get in the shower. I was a little confused as to what your plan was, but I said ok. You reminded me to shave everywhere, and that if I didn't there would be punishment. I giggled and said "Yes Sir!"
I heard you moving around while I showered, and wondered what was going on. When I stepped out of the shower I found a pile of clothing for me to wear. A short, red, lacy negligee, garter belt, thong, and thigh high stockings. And on the floor a pair of 5" red heels. At this point I kind of guessed we weren't going out anywhere and got "dressed".
You met me at the bathroom door, and approved my outfit. Then you turned me around and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel my pussy start to drip while at the same time feeling a little apprehensive. I have no problem walking in heels, but doing it blindfolded without knowing what is going on, is a little unnerving.
I tried to ask you what is going on, and you put your finger over my lips and tell me not to talk, and that if I make another sound there will be punishment. I nod my head. I let you lead me over toward the bed, and you gently push me over so I am bent at the waist over the bed. I feel your hand on my ass, rubbing in little circles. Then you slide your hand over my pussy; I moan as you take your hand away and tell me how wet my I am without your permission. SLAP! I feel your hand come down on my ass hard. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I cry and apologize for being wet. You remind me that I was not allowed to speak, and tell me you will fix that now. I feel you slip something over my head, a ball gag, and now I cannot speak at all.
You move me onto the bed so that I am lying on my back; and then you stretch my arms up over my head and attach cuffs to them. I can no longer move them at all, as I am stretched taut to the top of the bed. I feel you as you move down to my ankles and I receive the same treatment. Now, you tell me, I am yours to do whatever you want with.
I feel you move off of the bed, and I can hear some background noises, but do not know what you are doing. I hear a lighter and can soon smell the scent of candles. More movement. All of a sudden there is a cold lubricant being rubbed into my tender anus. Just after that I feel you shove in a plug that is larger than any I had tried before, and I squeal through my gag. But it is in, and there is nothing I can do about it.
You start talking to me about how I have teased you with all of these stories I read, and fantasies I talk about...how it is not nice to tease. I mumble through my gag that I didn't mean to tease, and I am sorry. With a sharp slap on my breast I am reminded that I am not to talk. You tell me how naughty I have been, and how it is time I learned my lesson. I feel you release my ankles, and flip me to my stomach. You didn't release my wrists, so they are now twisted even tighter in my bonds. I feel you spread my legs and re-cuff my ankles. I am now spread-eagled, face down.
I feel you gently rub my shoulders, and you glide your hands down my back and along my legs. It feels so good. Suddenly SMACK! On my ass. Over and over again you spank my ass, occasionally you will stop and gently rub my legs again; keeping me in a perpetual state of unease as to what is coming next, a spanking or a caress? You tell me how red my ass is, and then I feel you reach over off the bed. I can hear you now, taking pictures of that red ass, and then you tell me it isn't enough for as naughty as I've been. You begin to whip along my legs and back with that little leather whip you have. While it doesn't hurt as much as the spanking, you make sure it still stings.
