I had just finished putting on my ruby red lip rouge when I heard a bang at my flat threshold. I grabbed my hound and put them on as I headed to respond the threshold. Drew was standing there in a clit down top and jeans that hugged his body in all the right property. He gave me a hug and quick muckle on the cheek before escorting me out to his car.

"So what's the big surprise ?"I asked as we rode to the restaurant.

"If I told you what it was, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore,"he said, squeezing my thigh right below where my dress ended.

He pulled the car into the parking lot of The treetop, one of the nicest restaurant that didn't price an arm and leg. The host led us to one of the back tables that was set for two and had a cd as the centrepiece.

We ordered our food and the waitress poured us two trash of Pinot Nior before John Drew reached across the table and took my hands in his.

"sister, we've been dating for awhile now and there is something I want to say,"Drew said, squeezing my work force.

My core began racing. If this was a proposal, I was nowhere near ready to take. But as my view flew around in my header, he got a glow in his eye that told me it wasn't something that severe.

"I want you to go to the bathroom and come up back with your step-in in your bridge player. You'll give them to me after you sit down,"he said with authority in his voice that I had never heard before.

My eye began pounding even faster as I stood up silently and walked to the lav on the other side of the restaurant. I locked myself in one of the stalls and lifted up my wearing apparel and slowly stripped off my black lace thong and held it in my deal, a sensation of pleasure pulsing through my pussy as I walked out of the toilet with my pantie hidden away in my clenched fist.

I sat back down at the table and reached my hand under the table, searching for his.

He didn't say anything, only put both of his men in front end of him on the board.

I pulled my clinched clenched fist from under the table, heart beating out of my chest as I slowly moved my manus above the table towards his. He made no motility to take them from me, just sat there with his palms up, a grin on his brass. I put my fist in his hand and unclenched, letting the blackness lace fall into his hand.

I brought my paw back to me, cheeks burning red as he failed to close down his bridge player around the textile, letting them rest in his hired hand for anybody to see. I saw our waitress walking across the room with our food for thought.

"Our waitress is coming,"I told him, hoping he would necessitate that as a hint to put away my lingerie.

He looked me in the eye as he set the soft lacing next to the cd in the middle of the table. The waitress was almost to our board now and I reached my hand out to ingest them back before she saw. I had them in my hand when John Drew grasped my wrist harshly, causing me to instinctively unclench my fist. I was mortified as I saw them kerfuffle to the primer coat and Land right in front of the waitress who was now at our table.

She served us our solid food, but gave me a strange look, indicating that she had seen my panty on the background.

"I'm sorry, miss. My girl is a little clumsy. Samantha, pick them up,"he said, speaking to her first and then to me.

I froze, looking at him with pleading eyes, asking him not to establish me embarrass myself even further. His hand clenched around my leg under the mesa, squeezing it knockout as he kept his regard on me.

I leaned over, picking the pitch-black lace up from the floor as my nerve burned with humiliation. The waitress hurriedly left our food and retreated back to the kitchen.

"Don't disobey me like that again,"Drew said firmly.

"What… where did this come from ?"I stuttered.

"Put them back on the table,"he said, ignoring my head.

This time I did as I was told quickly.

We ate silently and quickly, my eyes scanning everyone that passed our table, wondering if they saw my panty lying on the table. A couple passed by our mesa, the man's eyes drifting to our table and then to me, a smirk crossing his case.

"Can I take in them back please,"I begged him.

"No, you're not allowed to wear any panties. When we leave, they stay here,"he told me, sipping the respite of his wine.

"You've never done anything like this before,"I said to him, trying to pee-pee sense of the situation.

"Well, when I borrowed your laptop computer last week, I came across some entropy. You should really illuminate your web history. Now I know,"he said, making my heart occlusion cold.

I didn't ever think that he would look at my browser history. I had never told him that I watched porno. Let alone the case of porn I watched.
I wanted to be angry that he invaded my concealment, but I felt the burn pleasure taking over my consistence and I began to feel wetness between my ramification.

"Let's go,"he said, standing up, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me out of the eating house and to the car.

He helped me into the passenger bum and climbed into the driver's slope. He reached into the support arse before turning on the car and grabbed something. He had a scarf joint in his script which he brought up to my face, tying it around my head so that I couldn't see anything. Then I felt something close around my allow carpus and click into stead. He pulled my former wrist towards the one entrapped and secured it around that one as well.

He had handcuffed my wrists together in my lap. I was helpless to him. I couldn't see and my manpower were restrained. I heard him turn the car on and felt us startle to move down the road.

My pussy was pulsing with the pleasure of the unsung and with the knowledge that I was under his ascendency now.

I felt his hand on my leg, his fingers moving my dress up and exposing my kitty to the cold air in the car. I felt his fingerbreadth move between my thighs and a finger's breadth movement from my button to the sheep pen of my pussy. He pulled on my pussy mouth, moving them to the side of meat as he used his middle finger to rub around the porta to my pussycat, dipping his finger in only as far as his fingernail.

"I knew you would like this. You're so wet,"Drew said with a grin in his vocalization.

I let out a little moan as he pushed his fingerbreadth farther into me.

"Tell me you like it,"he said, using his thumb to rub lightly on my clit.

"I… I do like it,"I answered.

I felt his hand abruptly move away and come down hard with a flavor on my sensitive kitty-cat.

I yelped in pain and jar.

"When you talk to me, you will call me sir or master. Is that exculpated ?"

"Yes…"

I felt another smack kingdom on my pussy.

"Yes what ?"he demanded.

"Yes… sir,"I responded, my pussycat burning from the shock.

"good daughter,"he said, pulling his hired man away from me, leaving me wanting Sir Thomas More of his spot. I was so corneous now, all I wanted was for him to delve his fingers deep inside and pleasure me.

I felt the car come to a stop and heard the engine turn off. He opened his car door and got out, leaving me in the quiet. I waited for him to unfold my door and aid me out, but he never came. proceedings passed with nothing. I tried to move my hands to get my blindfold off to see what was going on, but I was met with resistivity. He had put the cuff around my seatbelt so I wouldn't be capable to incite them. I couldn't even get the warp of the seatbelt undone. I was blind and immobile, waiting for John Drew to arrive get me with my skirt lifted up and my pussy out in the open.

Five more minutes passed and I jumped as his door opened.

"Where were you ?"I demanded as he got in.

He smacked me severe on my thigh, making me cry out.

"Don't question me. You answer my enquiry, slut."

"Yes sir,"I answered quickly this time to avoid being smacked again.

"I got something for you,"he said as I felt his hands come up to my neck.

I felt easy fur encase my neck and tighten as he locked what I assumed was a collar in place.

He moved his hand back down to my now drenched pussy and rubbed a pollex over my clit. I let out a gimcrack cry as I felt him abstract my clit between two of his fingers.

"When I give you something, you thank me,"he said, still pinching.

"Thank you. give thanks you sir,"I cried and he let go, leaving my swollen clit throbbing.

He rested his hand on my pussy, not moving it or playing with it at all, but just putting pressure level on it, making me want some sort of stimulation.

He put the car into park and turned the locomotive off again. This time after he climbed out, he opened my door. He untie my seatbelt and I felt a tug on my neck, indicating that he had a leash attached to it. I turned to the English and stepped out of the car, being led blindly wherever he wanted me to go.

I stepped inside his house and he closed the door behind us. He gently took off my scarf and let it accrue to the floor. He kissed me gently on the lips and then roughly pulled on my leash, bringing me down to my knees.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his already semi-hard pecker out of his pant.

"Open,"he said, cupping my jaw.

I did as I was told and put my lips around his shaft. He held my head to his body and I felt his dick growing inside my mouth. It was soon so hard that it was to my throat, making me gag, but he held my chief there.

He finally released his clutches and I pulled back, gasping for air before he shoved it back into my sass. I coughed and gagged as he continued to do this, tears pouring down my face.

He let his dick evenfall out of my mouth and cupped my chin again with his handwriting. He wiped the tears from my impudence with his fingers.

"You're doing very beneficial, slut. Stop crying,"he instructed, pulling me back up to my base again.

He led me to his bedroom, a route I had taken often before, but never in this manner. When we got into his room, he took a key out of his pocket and loosen my handcuffs. He unzipped my garb from the cover and let it fall to the trading floor around my ankle. Then he loosen my bra and threw it to the side, leaving me completely naked except for the collar.

"raise up your branch,"he instructed me. I did as I was told immediately.

He put the handcuffs back on me, this time above my head teacher. I hadn't noticed when we walked in, but there was a lure on the wall that a rope was attached to. he looped this roofy through my handcuffs, suspending my hands above my head.

After I was secured in this position, he gently ran his fingers down my jaw to my belly button, my mammilla growing hard from the gentle sentiency.

He cupped my knocker and took my nipples between his finger's breadth and gently rubbed. And then pinched, causing me to yelp. I was surprised when I was given a Swift smack on my face.

He didn't enjoin me what that was for, only walked out of the room. I was left standing naked in his way, fount burning and pussycat pounding.

He came back in a moment later with a bag in his mitt. He put it on the dresser behind me so I couldn't see what he was taking out of it. He came from behind me and pinched each of my nipples before I saw what was in his other paw. He pulled my allow nipple taut and attached the nipple clamp to that one first and then the other.

He moved around to the front of me, pulling the mountain range that attached the clinch together. I felt my nipples pulled towards him, the painful sensation causing the wetness in my puss to spring up even more.

"Open your oral cavity,"he instructed and as I did, he put the chain into my mouth, clamping my jaw shut.

"So sexy,"he murmured, moving his hand between my branch again.

"spread head,"he said, tapping my legs apart. I moved them spread.

"Farther,"he smacked my second joint.

I opened my peg even farther so that they were articulatio humeri width apart. He patted my puss.

"You're just dripping wet, aren't you ? You like this pain, don't you ?"he grinned.

"Yes sir,"I said through the chain in my lip.

He went back into his bag and stayed behind me. A minute later I felt a toilsome smack Edwin Herbert Land right on my ass. I let out a little cry, as hard as I tried not to. He smacked me again. I had figured out that he was spanking me with a leather paddle, the stinging pain on my ass only greeted with more hits.

My ass was burning with nuisance when I felt his back talk gently kissing the red hot skin.

He grabbed something else from his bag and moved to the social movement of me. It was a flogger. He ran the leather through his fingers before striking the front of my thighs.

"This is for disobeying me at the restaurant,"he said, landing a hit on my chest, making the clamps move painfully and causing me to publish the chain from my backtalk.

He stopped with the flogging and took a footfall back.

"I'm sorry, sir,"I whispered, referring to letting the chain go.

He reached up and untied the rope from my handcuffs, taking my leash in his hands, pulling me behind him. We walked down the steps and through the house, down to the landing above the basement. The only place in his household that I had never been.

He stopped and put a blindfold on me before leading me down the stair. He undid my handcuffs when we got to the tooshie of the step. He lead me further into the basement and stopped me when my second joint hit something in front of me.

"twist over,"he instructed.

I did as I was told and found myself laying on something that put my ass in the air, and left my boobs hanging off the end. He tied my script to something on the floor and handcuff my ankle to the end of the mesa, rendering me firm.

He landed a few smacks on my ass and tugged on the nipple clinch, reminding me of the medium annoyance. I felt a nerveless liquid dripping onto my ass, followed by his hands massaging it. He spread my cheeks, running a finger down over my bastard and down to my pussy, pushing it inside gently and swirling it around. I moaned in pleasance and again in thwarting when he took it out again. He moved his digit back up and disperse my asscheeks even more harshly. He dripped more of the lubricating substance, landing it right on my virgin hole. He rubbed it around the opening, pulling my impertinence apart to afford him easier access.

I murmured in protestation as I felt him pushing his finger on my golf hole, trying to open up it.

"What's wrong, slut ?"he asked, still pushing his digit.

"I don't like anal,"I told him.

He stopped pushing and landed a punishing savor on my pussy.

"You're going to do what I want you to do and the more you complain, the worse it is going to be for you,"he said, bringing his finger back to the hollow.

I cried out as I felt his finger figure my closely asshole. He moved it around, pushing it in even farther and putting another finger up to the opening.

"No sir, I can't take any more,"I begged him to give up.

He roughly pushed a moment finger in, ignoring my request.

He slowly removed his fingers, holding it spread before taking his manus away. When he came back, I felt common cold metal pushing against the pixilated hollow.

"No, I can't take a tush plug sir !"I protested as soon as I realized what it was.

"You can and you will,"he said, pushing it against the resisting fix.

I felt it open up and the initiative lump go into my hole. I didn't have any opportunity to get used to it before another testicle began to come in, this one a picayune bit bigger. With More resistance this one went in as well. I moaned in protest as I felt another even larger one beginning to enter me. The frigidity, sound metal felt strange in my ass and I moaned as a fourth ball entered me. This was the end of it. I felt the taper end rest along my crack.

I had no time to adjust to this before my nipple clamp were yanked off, leaving them throbbing in painful sensation. I felt him displume on my cunt sassing, spreading them to the side and exposing my snatch to the sang-froid air. There was a sharp pinch on the lip as a clamp was attached. He put one on the other position, evening out the pain.

He flicked them both, surprising me with the sound of bells.

"tremble. I want to get wind them,"he told me, stepping back.

I hesitantly moved my ass which was difficult because my legs were restrained.

"I'm not hearing much,"he said, spanking my ass hard as I shook it even more, making the lips movement and jingle, the pressure of the clamps causing pain on my sensitive arena and the large buttplug moving around in my ass, giving me a reminder that he had violated my virgin hole.

He laughed as I shook my ass for him, listening to the doggerel.

"That's a dear slut,"he said, giving me a pat on the fanny.

He flicked the bell and pulled on the clamps, stretching my lips.

I moaned as I felt him seize another clinch to each sass. These were the ones that were on my nipples and I felt him deplumate my lips apart with the clamps on the chain. He kept them pulled apart, looping the Ernst Boris Chain over the end of the cigarette male plug, pulling them back and open.

"So piece of ass pretty,"he murmured as I felt his fond breathing time on my pussy, and I felt myself drip with wetness.

He spit on my pussycat, letting that drip down on the floor amalgamate with my juices. I felt something come to rest against my clitoris and send a shock as it began to tickle. I felt him tape the vibrator to my leg so that it was resting on my clitoris and no thing how I moved, it would always be on my clit.

He took my blindfold off and stood in figurehead of where my head was, smacking my face with his stopcock. I opened my mouth for him and he pumped it into my lip. The virtuoso on my clit was so strong, it was hard for me to focus on pleasuring him with my back talk at the same clip.

I moaned on his dick as I felt myself building to an orgasm. I came to the border and exploded with pleasure as I felt myself cum more than I ever have before. I was so focused on my coming, I was surprised when I felt him cum in my oral fissure, something I had never let him do before.

He pulled out and held my mouthpiece shut, forcing me to swallow as the vibrator still was assaulting my clit. I felt another orgasm construction and cried out when he turned it off.

My clit was so sensitive that I screamed when he smacked my cunt, making the bells jingle again.

"Don't you ever cum without my permission again,"he reprimanded me.

"I'm sorry, sir,"I cried.

I felt him detach the clamp with the Chain and put those to the side. Then I felt him pull out on the buttplug, stretching it as the balls came out one by one. I was relieved to hold it out, but a moment later I felt something arctic pushing against my tight trap again.

This one was humble than the biggest ball of the hold up one and went in without as practically pain. But instead of getting pocket-size at the end again, it stayed the Saami size, forcing my jam to bide subject. He slid a costate dildo into my pussy, pumping it in and out slowly as I felt it pushing on the butt hype. I gasped in surprisal as I felt the rump hoopla grow in my ass.

"Didn't know it was inflatable, did you ?"he laughed as it got expectant again. He stopped fucking me with the dildo and replaced it with his dick. With the stern plug in, his shaft felt even tighter than normal. Every time he pumped, the Bell jingled and pulled on my sore pussy lips and pushed against the fundament stopper. He pumped it up even Sir Thomas More, making both of my holes feel so stuffed.

He reached under and held my clit between his fingers, squeezing every clock time he filled me with his dick. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he began fucking me harder, pulling on my tits which were very swollen and sore. I felt another climax building and remembered his warning from concluding time.

"I'm gon na come,"I told him.

"Not yet you aren't,"he responded, spanking me hard and pumping up the plug even more.

I held myself on the brink of an orgasm, crying in raptus that I couldn't expiration.

"Please let me cum sir !"I screamed.

"Cum. Now,"he instructing pumping up the plug once more as I shook uncontrollably from the military force of my orgasm, cumming all over his dick and feeling him cum inside me at the same metre.

He pulled out and went in front of me.

"clean it,"he instructed.

I opened my mouth dutifully and took his cock into my sass, cleaning off the mix of both of our cum.

He undid my hired man and leg restraints but left the clamps on and the plug in and the collar on. He pushed me to my stifle in front of the puddle of cum on the floor behind where I had been.

"clean and jerk up your mess,"he told me, pushing my fount into it.

I licked it up as he watched me, stroking my hair.

When I finished, I tried to stand up and he pushed me back down to my knees.

"You get to stay down there, hussy. I might want you to suck my dick and I want your back talk right there."

"Yes master,"I answered obediently.

"You can request one thing, slut,"he told me.

"Can you please take this stern plug out, sir ?"I asked timidly.

I was surprised when he actually deflated it and pulled it out. But he went into his bag and pulled out a sizable butt plug that had a fag end on the end.

"You're going to be my picayune pet. You will ingest this in unless you are going to the bathroom. I don't want you to block that you are my slut and your holes are for me to use however I want whenever I want,"he instructed.

He took ahold of my leash and started to take the air out of the room. I tried to stick out up to follow.

"down. You can't walk. You will fawn behind me,"he said, spanking my ass hard.

I crawled behind him, the fanny swinging as the butt plug movement around inside my ass and the clamps rubbing and jingling.

We got to the kitchen and he told me to sit in the recession and hold for my solid food. He brought his salad to the table and set a home plate future to him on the floor for me.

"Pets don't get to eat at the board. I'll let you use your hands this fourth dimension because you've been good,"he explained.

"Thank you, master,"I answered, using my fingerbreadth to amass up some lettuce and cheese and dressing.

"Now that I know your little private, you're my slave. If you don't want to be, you can leave right now,"he said, giving me the choice.
I responded by shaking my ass, wagging my tooshie and jingling for him .