Brad found the hotel that Lauren had texted him on and parked. With a beating heart he nervously made his way into the upscale hotel and went directly to the elevators. He was apprehensive about the whole bondage thing but, if it meant he was going to fuck that amazingly beautiful woman, he was prepared to do whatever it takes and whatever she wanted. He was a virgin and he just loved women so much. Lauren was like the stereotypical rich milf and he wanted her so bad he would do anything.
He got to the room as instructed and took a deep breath before he knocked. The door opened almost immediately and Lauren stood there grinning. God, she looked so beautiful, Brad thought in awe. Her golden hair was piled on top of her head artistically, still power dressed for the office, she wore a smart tight business suit with a light rose silk shirt.
"Right on time. There's a good boy. Come in."
Brad looked around as he entered. The room was spacious and luxurious with a very large four posted bed. He gulped when he saw a length of what appeared to be black velvet bindings next to each post.
"Strip. Fully, and sit on the bed," Lauren told him nonchalantly, as she went to a table where a laptop was set up, and continued doing whatever she was doing before he arrived. He nervously began taking off all his clothes and finished without her even once looking up from her laptop. He pushed his clothes under the bed and sat back down with his cock so hard it was sticking straight up. He sat there for at least ten minutes before she closed her laptop and looked over at him.
"Well now. You look ready for play time," she grinned showing her perfect white teeth as she peered at him with ice blue eyes. She stood and went to a kit bag, that was on a side table, and unzipped it to reach in and take out a black flail. Brad gulped. Lauren looked at it curiously. "Hmmmm, ok, it just snaps out." She extended it to its full length. It looked a bit like a riding crop except with several foot-long leather strings on the end. She turned and looked at him grinning, still clearly enjoying herself, and walked over to the bed slowly. She reached down with the end of the flail shaft and moved his cock a bit. "So, are you ready to do this?"
"Yeah ... I mean yes, Mistress."
"And you are to be a fully willing participant?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. You're not going to be running off crying because I left a few marks on you when I was using you?"
"No, Mistress," he gulped.
"Good. I'm going to collar you now. And when I do you're my slave. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She ran her flail slowly up his body before walking back to the kit bag. Brad watched with lust at the way her ass moved. He would do anything for a piece of that he told himself again. She came back with a plain black collar and gently put it on him, inserting a finger in to ensure it wasn't too tight. "How's that?"
"Fine."
She quickly raked up his chest with her red manicured nails and he gasped in shock. "Silence!" she snapped and slapped him across the face, leaving a feint red mark, "Slave. Fucking useless piece of shit. Your new name is Cock. 'Cause that's all you are to me. A cock. A fucking cock for my pleasure. Got it?!"
"Yes, Mistress!"
She walked back to the kit bag, working her hips as she did so. She got a long, stainless steel chain and went back to hook it onto his collar and then loop the other end around a bed post to clasp it secure as well. "Don't move. I'm getting changed." She took the kit bag and went into the bathroom.
"Holy shit," Brad whispered to himself and looked down at the red nail marks across his chest. He waited, very nervous, he knew he could unchain himself if he really had to but he looked at the laid out and as yet unused bindings with some concern. Then Lauren came out of the bathroom. "Holy shit," he said again as he gaped at her. She was dressed all in black, with a lacy black bra that her tanned round tits tried to burst from, long black gloves, a tiny leather skirt, black stockings, and long spike-heeled boots. Her golden hair was unfastened and tumbled around her shoulders. She held her flail in her right hand.
"Oh dear. Speaking without permission. Someone is going to have to be punished!" She walked over grinning evilly, "Get on your hands and knees. On the bed. Knees right on the edge. Stick out your ass." As he complied with her wishes she put out the "do not disturb" sign and turned on the classical music station on the television. Then she walked behind him and, without any further ado, gave him a hard whip across his ass with her flail.
"Ugh!" he grunted and clenched his mouth. She whipped him again, and a third time, gleefully laughing with each stroke. Then she unfastened the chain from the bed post and tugged roughly, "On your hands and knees, Cock. Let's go. Like a dog." She led him around the room a few times laughing, and then to the full length mirror just outside the bathroom, where she examined herself at length. When he tried to look up she gave him a sharp little wack across the back of his neck with her flail. "I look so hot!" she remarked as she further examined herself, "And you look like a fucking little snivelling grub." She turned and lifted a spiked heel and dug it in his back painfully as she pushed him down prone on the floor. "Grovel, you fucking little shit."
"Yes, Mistress," he replied with a grimace.
"Come on then," she pulled the lease and led him back to the bed. "Up!" she commanded, as if he was a dog. "Same position!" He jumped up and did her bidding and she gave him another smack across the ass for his trouble. She took off a glove and reached between his legs to squeeze his balls. He stiffened. "Don't you fucking dare cum without my permission, Cock. Hmmmm you did do a good job of shaving. She caressed his balls further. "Now lie on your back spread eagle."
Brad was scared now but rationalized that she wouldn't do anything to seriously hurt him, and she looked so sexy that he was still willing to do whatever she asked, so he complied. Grinning evilly she took her time and tied each binding carefully to his wrists and ankles. He realized that he was completely at her mercy then. She put her glove back on and went to her kit bag and got out a long, black feather. As he lay squirming and gasping, she ran the feather over his body lightly, laughing all the while. Before he realized what she was about to do, she painfully pinched one of his nipples hard, and he yelped in pain, causing her to laugh again. Then she pinched inside his thighs as she looked at him grimacing and trying not to yell out.
"God, I'm horny." She unfastened the waistband of her leather skirt. It fell to the ground, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. He looked up, straining to see her shaved pussy with its puffy bald lips and long glistening crack. "You're going to eat my pussy till I cum now, Cock. You lucky dog!" She got on the bed with her legs along his sides and her back to him. She lifted her hips and sat on his face. "Yeah Cock! That's it! That's a good boy!" She started to gasp as he licked and lapped at his prize, the wet cunt being pushed into his face. She ground into him and worked her hips, "Tongue fuck my asshole, Cock! Do it!" She squat on him and pulled apart her ass cheeks so that he could try and push his tongue into her asshole. "Oh yeah! That's it! Yeah! Yeah! Eat my pussy again!" She grasped his cock in her fist and started to roughly pull him as he licked, and soon she was quivering in orgasm as she rubbed her pussy into his face.
