Chrissie The Saga of a Lovestruck Sissy Maid
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A few years ago a friend of mine was suddenly called out of town and asked me if I wouldn’t mind stopping in at his house and feeding his cat while he was away. Since his home was conveniently located on my usual daily route between my condo and current office I figured it would be relatively easy to attend to this simple task for him. I mean what are friends for if you can’t ask them to mildly inconvenience themselves once in awhile. He told me he’d likely only be away for no more than five days so I agreed to feed his feline companion.
The first evening as I was driving home following a particularly hectic workday I nearly forgot to stop by his place as I promised. I realized my forgetfulness in the nick of time and exited the freeway and headed toward his house.
Upon entering his house I detected no sign of a cat and having neglected to inquire as to the cat’s name I was forced to resort to the generic “Here Kitty, Kitty.” Having several minutes waiting for the cat to appear it became apparent the creature had no intention of responding to my calling. So much for the old adage that “curiosity killed the cat” because either this particular cat was not curious or perhaps just overly cautious.
After failing to locate the cat in any of the rooms I decided to check the basement. I descended the stairs to the lower level and thought I detected a cat crying out from somewhere in the darkness of the cellar. Once I’d reached the bottom of the stairs I realized that the poor cat had somehow gotten himself trapped in the laundry room. I slowly walked over toward the closed door, only a few steps away. and opened it. The cat came racing out of the laundry room and I assumed had headed up the stairs.
I figured I’d better make sure that the a****l had truly left the basement so I
Began to fumble around for a light switch of some kind.
I ran my hand along the wall and eventually found a light switch and when I flipped it on what was revealed to me took my breath away. The main portion of the basement was comprised of concrete block walls that had been painted so as to appear older than they actually were. There were large wooden beams affixed to the ceiling. These heavy timbers were likewise treated so as to appear aged. I noticed that one set of timbers were adorned with a pair of metal rings suspended downward. I imagined that the distance between these two rings was approximately the width of an average size woman’s upraised arms. My curiosity was apparently greater than Chad’s cat because I couldn’t help myself from reaching up and clasping each of the rings in my hands. Just as I’d supposed the spacing of the rings was a perfect fit and I stood there holding them for a short time imaging what my arms might feel like either tied or shackled to the rings. I imagined being suspended just high enough so that I was forced to stand on my toes has I hung there. I must admit a shiver of excitement coursed through me as I feigned being securely affixed to the overhead rings.
As I pretended to be suspended from the rings I noticed that the wall to my left possessed a collection of spanking implements hanging upon it. There were wide leather belts, various lashes, some crops and paddles among the somewhat ominous group.
I released my grasp on the metal rings and began to explore more of Chad’s little dungeon. I noticed a burgundy leather sofa against another wall. There also appeared to be several sconces located around the room which held large wax candles. The floor was mostly bare concrete but did have one white shaggy rug. Upon the wall directly perpendicular to the metal rings was a large framed print of Bettie Page in bondage. I always been a fan and admirer of Bettie and found myself staring at the picture for several minutes.
I returned to Chad’s house three more times to feed the cat and each time I was drawn back downstairs to re-examine the dungeon.
Chad phoned me on Thursday night to inform that he’d be returning the following day and to thank me for feeding his cat while he was gone. I was having a another rather hectic day and was able to chat with him for very long. I dearly wanted to inquire about his dungeon but wasn’t certain how to bring up the subject. I was sure the conversation would require more time than a brief phone call at work would provide. It probably wasn’t the best occasion to approach the subject so I asked Chad to call me once he was back home and settled in.
Several days passed without a call from Chad and I still couldn’t get his dungeon out of mine. Finally Friday night after dinner and a half a bottle of Pinot I decided I’d call him. He didn’t answer and I left a message asking him to phone me back. I wondered how I was going to approach the subject of his unique basement with him when he finally did call me.
Chad finally returned my call about two hours later. I began the conversation by asking about his trip. Once that topic was exhausted I brought the subject of his cat and asked if I’d an adequate job of taking care of it in his absence. He assured me that the cat was fine and so I must have taken good care of it.
Finally I said “let me tell you a funny story about the first night I stopped by to feed it.”
“I always enjoy funny cat stories.” he said
“Well, that first night when stopped in the cat was nowhere to
Be found.” I said “ I searched the whole house calling it but it just wasn’t coming.”
“He has a tendency to seek out odd places to sleep.” Chad said.
“Funny you should say that.” I said with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” Chad asked.
“Well, I finally found him trapped in your laundry room.” I said.
There was a long pause before I finally said. “I saw your little “playroom.”
Another long silence and then I said. “Can I ask you a question?’
“ahhh I guess yeah.” he said.
“How come you’ve never invited me over to play?” I asked.
After yet another brief pause he said. “Wow Chrissie I didn’t know you’d be into that type of thing.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t pre-judge me Chad?” I replied. “You never know what I might be into.”
“I tell you what Chrissie, you’re welcome to come over and “play” anytime you want.” he said rather cautiously.
“How about tomorrow night?” I asked.
There was still another moment of silence and then “If you’re sure you want to? How about eight o’clock?”
“Then I’ll see you at eight Chad.” I said.
I hung up the phone and immediately began to wonder if I really knew what I was getting into or perhaps it was the Pinot talking?
The next evening I bathed, shaved, perfumed and powdered. Then I began to select the appropriate attire for the evening. I wondered “What does one wear to a date in a dungeon?”
I settled upon a black garter belt adorned with lace and tiny bows, a matching black push-up bra, black seamed stockings and the tiniest little pair of lacy black bikini panties. The black panties had criss-crossed white ribbons affixed to each side of the v-shaped center panel and were o so sexy.
I decided upon knee high black leather boots with 3 inch heels and zippers up the inner calf. Finally I choose a navy blue sleeveless dress that buttoned up the front with round brass buttons. I decided to wear a black mid-length silk slip. The slip hugged my hips and deliciously rubbed against my stockings with a barely audible swishing sound when I walked. The only jewelry I wore was a necklace comprised of eight intertwined thin strands of gold. Upon examining myself I decided that I looked sexy as hell but with a touch elegance.
When I arrived at Chad’s I noticed that the house was mostly dark with only one visible light. Upon entering Chad welcomed me with a peck on the cheek and a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to come Chrissie.” he said.
“To tell you the truth Chad, I’ve thought of almost nothing else since that first night I laid eyes on your playroom” I replied with a smile.
He took my hand in his and said “There is no sense in pretending that we both don’t know why you are here is there?’
I gazed into his eyes for a moment and said “No reason that I can think of.”
We began our slow decent down the darkened stairway to the basement. Chad held my arm and guided me along saying “Now Chrissie, you must promise me that you will allow me to indulge my little idiosyncrasies and I assure you we shall have a splendid evening.”
“I am yours to command Chad.” I answered.
When reached the bottom of the stairway Chad stopped me. I noticed that the room was bathed in darkness except for the dim light reflected from the four sconces and their burning candles.
“Chrissie,” he said “I ‘m going to have to relieve your necklace.”
I felt his hands at the back of my neck as they began to unclasp my necklace and deftly remove it.
“I am going to replace your necklace with on of my own choosing” he whispered in my ear as he commenced to place an inch and half wide black leather collar around my neck. I was immediately aware of it, due to darkened state of the room, but the collar had a short gold chain with a gold cross attached to it.
“A little reminder that you are my plaything this evening, Chrissie.” he said.
Then taking each of my hands in turn he snapped a pair of silver metal cuffs on each of my wrists. Collared, with metals cuffs dangling from my wrists he led toward the metal rings that hung from the ceiling. Then one at a time he snapped the dangling end of each handcuff to one of the metal hooks. Just as I’d imagined it that first day in the dungeon I was now suspended from the ceiling rings and due to my petite size I was forced to stand only on my toes. As I hung suspended I gazed across at the picture of Bettie Page anticipating what was to come.
I heard a low whirring sound and watched as the picture of Bettie split in two and the two picture halves slid to each side revealing a 60 inch monitor screen. A few seconds later the screen lit up and I was staring at a vision of myself as I hung suspended from the ceiling rings.
“Oh My God Chad” I said “I hope your not taping this?”
“No darling, I assure it’s merely for your enjoyment.” he said.
I watched the big screen as Chad approached me from behind. He began to slowly run his hands all over my body. He bent down to kiss my neck while his hands caressed my breasts. After softly and slowly kneading my breasts he began to squeeze them roughly. Then his hands worked their way down to my hips and fanny. He caressed and patted my buttocks. He slowly raised up the back of my dress and slip and kneaded the flesh of my ass through the thin fabric of my panty. Eventually his hand slid around to the front and slowly began rubbing my “clitty” through the panties. I was in heaven hanging there, helpless as he stroked , patted and caressed every inch of my body.
When his groping of my body ended I saw him move over to the wall where the spanking devices were arrayed. He studied the assortment for several minutes and then selected a thin wooden paddle. It resembled a table tennis paddle except that it had a longer handle and the flat area was covered with a thin layer of brown leather. He took a couple of swats in the air with the paddle as if he were warming up or practicing. Then he walked over and standing a few feet from me he began to caress the cheeks of my bottom with paddle. Slowly rubbing it across my ass through the fabric of my clothing.
On the monitor I could watch as he ran the paddle over and over each ass cheek. Then abruptly he cocked the paddle back and I felt it land on my right cheek with a resounding “SMACK”. I recoiled as I felt the sting of the paddle. Following that first swat I received ten more on each cheek. The swats were delivered with brief pauses between them Chad said the pauses were to allow the sting of the swat to burn in to my bottom. Once each cheek had been the recipient of approximately two dozen of these type of smacks he began to deliver the swats in a more rapid succession…”SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK……the on slot continued. The swats were not so much painful as they were exhilarating. I seemed to be enjoying the stinging swats as they caused a definite warming sensation in my ass.
Chad ceased his swatting of my bottom and laying his paddle aside he reached around and roughly pinched my nipples through my clothing. I watched as he reached around behind himself and produced a six inch hunting knife.
“Oh My God!” I thought “had I misjudged Chad?
Chad stood directly in front of me and one by one he began to slice the buttons off that held my dress closed. He used the knife to quickly slice off each brass button. I listened as they landed on the concrete floor with a slight tinkling sound. Once the final button washed cut off my dress hung open clearly exposing my sexy black under things.
Chad bent down to kiss the flesh of my breasts that was exposed above each cup of my bra. Not satisfied with the half mounds of exposed flesh Chad slipped the knife under the fabric that separated the cups of the bra and with one quick flip of the blade he cut the bra in two. Having severed bra Chad was now able to lick, kiss, suck and bite my naked breasts.
I moaned with pleasure as he lavished his attention on my tits. The way I felt as he kissed and sucked my tits I hoped he’d never stop. However Chad had other ideas and he used the knife to quickly slice the shoulder straps of my dress causing it to drop to the floor around my feet. As I hung suspended with the fabric that once was my dress lay in a puddle at my feet Chad pulled slightly on the elastic waistband of the slip and inserting the knife he proceeded to slowly slit the silk slip from the waist to the hem. The silk slip joined the dress on the concrete floor.
I hung now in just my stockings, boots, garter belt and panties. My bra having been sliced in two hung limply from shoulders. Chad walked around me slowly admiring his handiwork, pausing to retrieve his paddle.
Once again the blows began to descend upon my bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…….one after another alternating…first the left cheek and then the right….over and over again. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,……This time the swats were landing on my ass…..covered only by my thin little panty. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,,,, now the blows began to sting more and the heat that emanated from my ass was warmer and seemed to be coming from deeper in my ass cheeks. The tingling, the searing heat and the radiating sensation that seemed to spread across my ass was driving me insane with pleasure. I could only imagine what shade of red had overtaken the once snow white flesh of my bottom.
I experienced perhaps 100 or more swats from the paddle and I relished the sensation. I reveled in every blow and eagerly awaited the next/
Chad knelt before me and began to lick my “clitty” through the thin gauzy fabric of my panties. I moaned with delight. Taking his knife once again he began to slice long slits in my stockings. Once both stockings were shredded he slipped the knife blade under the elastic of the panties and with two deft slices the panty fell away. Chad took my ’”clitty” into his mouth and proceeded take it in and out of his mouth with long slow strokes. All I could do was moan with delight. Finally he stood up and once again grasping his paddle he began to administer swat after swat to my now naked bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, ………….”AHHHHHHHHH”……………SMACK, SMACK, SMACK….Chad assaulted my naked ass with several dozen more well-placed swats. Every blow as it landed on my bare ass sent wonderful sensations of heat running through me……..I felt little pain but instead relished the stinging………relished each swat……..GOD HOW I LOVED IT!!…….The stinging……..the tingling……..the searing heat………I loved every minute of it!!!!
I lost count long ago but by now I must have endured over 200 glorious swats.
Finally Chad tossed his paddle aside and walked away……..I listened as he climbed the stairs…….I remained suspended and all I could do was revel in the warm tremors radiating from my fanny.
It was several minutes before Chad returned……it was obvious he had showered……and he appeared to be dressed in just a robe. He stood in front of me and carefully unhooked my wrists from ceiling rings. Until now I hadn’t noticed the numbness in my arms or the discomfort in my wrists. Chad began to softly massage my arms, shoulders and wrists. Gradually the feeling was retuning to my arms. Chad opened a bottle of champagne and poured each of us a glass. He kissed me tenderly and handed me a pair pink baby doll pajamas. It was actually more of a loose flowing cami top and a pair of bikini panties.
“I see you come prepared.” I said as I removed the tags from the lingerie.
“Used to be a Boy Scout.” he said.
“Well, I’m going to put you in for a merit badge after tonight” I said.
He laughed and said “Chrissie, Take a few minutes to admire your lovely red ass, slip into your pajamas and meet me upstairs.”
I joined Chad in his bedroom and after I sucked his cock he rolled me onto my back, slipped down my panties and began to rim my tight little asshole.
Once I was good and wet he slipped his cock into my “pussy” and fucked me with long slow strokes. My ass was still red and warm when he exploded
inside me with a seemingly endless series of spurts. I felt his warm cum dripping from ass while he held me close and kissed me passionately until exhausted we fell asleep in each others arms.
The first evening as I was driving home following a particularly hectic workday I nearly forgot to stop by his place as I promised. I realized my forgetfulness in the nick of time and exited the freeway and headed toward his house.
Upon entering his house I detected no sign of a cat and having neglected to inquire as to the cat’s name I was forced to resort to the generic “Here Kitty, Kitty.” Having several minutes waiting for the cat to appear it became apparent the creature had no intention of responding to my calling. So much for the old adage that “curiosity killed the cat” because either this particular cat was not curious or perhaps just overly cautious.
After failing to locate the cat in any of the rooms I decided to check the basement. I descended the stairs to the lower level and thought I detected a cat crying out from somewhere in the darkness of the cellar. Once I’d reached the bottom of the stairs I realized that the poor cat had somehow gotten himself trapped in the laundry room. I slowly walked over toward the closed door, only a few steps away. and opened it. The cat came racing out of the laundry room and I assumed had headed up the stairs.
I figured I’d better make sure that the a****l had truly left the basement so I
Began to fumble around for a light switch of some kind.
I ran my hand along the wall and eventually found a light switch and when I flipped it on what was revealed to me took my breath away. The main portion of the basement was comprised of concrete block walls that had been painted so as to appear older than they actually were. There were large wooden beams affixed to the ceiling. These heavy timbers were likewise treated so as to appear aged. I noticed that one set of timbers were adorned with a pair of metal rings suspended downward. I imagined that the distance between these two rings was approximately the width of an average size woman’s upraised arms. My curiosity was apparently greater than Chad’s cat because I couldn’t help myself from reaching up and clasping each of the rings in my hands. Just as I’d supposed the spacing of the rings was a perfect fit and I stood there holding them for a short time imaging what my arms might feel like either tied or shackled to the rings. I imagined being suspended just high enough so that I was forced to stand on my toes has I hung there. I must admit a shiver of excitement coursed through me as I feigned being securely affixed to the overhead rings.
As I pretended to be suspended from the rings I noticed that the wall to my left possessed a collection of spanking implements hanging upon it. There were wide leather belts, various lashes, some crops and paddles among the somewhat ominous group.
I released my grasp on the metal rings and began to explore more of Chad’s little dungeon. I noticed a burgundy leather sofa against another wall. There also appeared to be several sconces located around the room which held large wax candles. The floor was mostly bare concrete but did have one white shaggy rug. Upon the wall directly perpendicular to the metal rings was a large framed print of Bettie Page in bondage. I always been a fan and admirer of Bettie and found myself staring at the picture for several minutes.
I returned to Chad’s house three more times to feed the cat and each time I was drawn back downstairs to re-examine the dungeon.
Chad phoned me on Thursday night to inform that he’d be returning the following day and to thank me for feeding his cat while he was gone. I was having a another rather hectic day and was able to chat with him for very long. I dearly wanted to inquire about his dungeon but wasn’t certain how to bring up the subject. I was sure the conversation would require more time than a brief phone call at work would provide. It probably wasn’t the best occasion to approach the subject so I asked Chad to call me once he was back home and settled in.
Several days passed without a call from Chad and I still couldn’t get his dungeon out of mine. Finally Friday night after dinner and a half a bottle of Pinot I decided I’d call him. He didn’t answer and I left a message asking him to phone me back. I wondered how I was going to approach the subject of his unique basement with him when he finally did call me.
Chad finally returned my call about two hours later. I began the conversation by asking about his trip. Once that topic was exhausted I brought the subject of his cat and asked if I’d an adequate job of taking care of it in his absence. He assured me that the cat was fine and so I must have taken good care of it.
Finally I said “let me tell you a funny story about the first night I stopped by to feed it.”
“I always enjoy funny cat stories.” he said
“Well, that first night when stopped in the cat was nowhere to
Be found.” I said “ I searched the whole house calling it but it just wasn’t coming.”
“He has a tendency to seek out odd places to sleep.” Chad said.
“Funny you should say that.” I said with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” Chad asked.
“Well, I finally found him trapped in your laundry room.” I said.
There was a long pause before I finally said. “I saw your little “playroom.”
Another long silence and then I said. “Can I ask you a question?’
“ahhh I guess yeah.” he said.
“How come you’ve never invited me over to play?” I asked.
After yet another brief pause he said. “Wow Chrissie I didn’t know you’d be into that type of thing.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t pre-judge me Chad?” I replied. “You never know what I might be into.”
“I tell you what Chrissie, you’re welcome to come over and “play” anytime you want.” he said rather cautiously.
“How about tomorrow night?” I asked.
There was still another moment of silence and then “If you’re sure you want to? How about eight o’clock?”
“Then I’ll see you at eight Chad.” I said.
I hung up the phone and immediately began to wonder if I really knew what I was getting into or perhaps it was the Pinot talking?
The next evening I bathed, shaved, perfumed and powdered. Then I began to select the appropriate attire for the evening. I wondered “What does one wear to a date in a dungeon?”
I settled upon a black garter belt adorned with lace and tiny bows, a matching black push-up bra, black seamed stockings and the tiniest little pair of lacy black bikini panties. The black panties had criss-crossed white ribbons affixed to each side of the v-shaped center panel and were o so sexy.
I decided upon knee high black leather boots with 3 inch heels and zippers up the inner calf. Finally I choose a navy blue sleeveless dress that buttoned up the front with round brass buttons. I decided to wear a black mid-length silk slip. The slip hugged my hips and deliciously rubbed against my stockings with a barely audible swishing sound when I walked. The only jewelry I wore was a necklace comprised of eight intertwined thin strands of gold. Upon examining myself I decided that I looked sexy as hell but with a touch elegance.
When I arrived at Chad’s I noticed that the house was mostly dark with only one visible light. Upon entering Chad welcomed me with a peck on the cheek and a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to come Chrissie.” he said.
“To tell you the truth Chad, I’ve thought of almost nothing else since that first night I laid eyes on your playroom” I replied with a smile.
He took my hand in his and said “There is no sense in pretending that we both don’t know why you are here is there?’
I gazed into his eyes for a moment and said “No reason that I can think of.”
We began our slow decent down the darkened stairway to the basement. Chad held my arm and guided me along saying “Now Chrissie, you must promise me that you will allow me to indulge my little idiosyncrasies and I assure you we shall have a splendid evening.”
“I am yours to command Chad.” I answered.
When reached the bottom of the stairway Chad stopped me. I noticed that the room was bathed in darkness except for the dim light reflected from the four sconces and their burning candles.
“Chrissie,” he said “I ‘m going to have to relieve your necklace.”
I felt his hands at the back of my neck as they began to unclasp my necklace and deftly remove it.
“I am going to replace your necklace with on of my own choosing” he whispered in my ear as he commenced to place an inch and half wide black leather collar around my neck. I was immediately aware of it, due to darkened state of the room, but the collar had a short gold chain with a gold cross attached to it.
“A little reminder that you are my plaything this evening, Chrissie.” he said.
Then taking each of my hands in turn he snapped a pair of silver metal cuffs on each of my wrists. Collared, with metals cuffs dangling from my wrists he led toward the metal rings that hung from the ceiling. Then one at a time he snapped the dangling end of each handcuff to one of the metal hooks. Just as I’d imagined it that first day in the dungeon I was now suspended from the ceiling rings and due to my petite size I was forced to stand only on my toes. As I hung suspended I gazed across at the picture of Bettie Page anticipating what was to come.
I heard a low whirring sound and watched as the picture of Bettie split in two and the two picture halves slid to each side revealing a 60 inch monitor screen. A few seconds later the screen lit up and I was staring at a vision of myself as I hung suspended from the ceiling rings.
“Oh My God Chad” I said “I hope your not taping this?”
“No darling, I assure it’s merely for your enjoyment.” he said.
I watched the big screen as Chad approached me from behind. He began to slowly run his hands all over my body. He bent down to kiss my neck while his hands caressed my breasts. After softly and slowly kneading my breasts he began to squeeze them roughly. Then his hands worked their way down to my hips and fanny. He caressed and patted my buttocks. He slowly raised up the back of my dress and slip and kneaded the flesh of my ass through the thin fabric of my panty. Eventually his hand slid around to the front and slowly began rubbing my “clitty” through the panties. I was in heaven hanging there, helpless as he stroked , patted and caressed every inch of my body.
When his groping of my body ended I saw him move over to the wall where the spanking devices were arrayed. He studied the assortment for several minutes and then selected a thin wooden paddle. It resembled a table tennis paddle except that it had a longer handle and the flat area was covered with a thin layer of brown leather. He took a couple of swats in the air with the paddle as if he were warming up or practicing. Then he walked over and standing a few feet from me he began to caress the cheeks of my bottom with paddle. Slowly rubbing it across my ass through the fabric of my clothing.
On the monitor I could watch as he ran the paddle over and over each ass cheek. Then abruptly he cocked the paddle back and I felt it land on my right cheek with a resounding “SMACK”. I recoiled as I felt the sting of the paddle. Following that first swat I received ten more on each cheek. The swats were delivered with brief pauses between them Chad said the pauses were to allow the sting of the swat to burn in to my bottom. Once each cheek had been the recipient of approximately two dozen of these type of smacks he began to deliver the swats in a more rapid succession…”SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK……the on slot continued. The swats were not so much painful as they were exhilarating. I seemed to be enjoying the stinging swats as they caused a definite warming sensation in my ass.
Chad ceased his swatting of my bottom and laying his paddle aside he reached around and roughly pinched my nipples through my clothing. I watched as he reached around behind himself and produced a six inch hunting knife.
“Oh My God!” I thought “had I misjudged Chad?
Chad stood directly in front of me and one by one he began to slice the buttons off that held my dress closed. He used the knife to quickly slice off each brass button. I listened as they landed on the concrete floor with a slight tinkling sound. Once the final button washed cut off my dress hung open clearly exposing my sexy black under things.
Chad bent down to kiss the flesh of my breasts that was exposed above each cup of my bra. Not satisfied with the half mounds of exposed flesh Chad slipped the knife under the fabric that separated the cups of the bra and with one quick flip of the blade he cut the bra in two. Having severed bra Chad was now able to lick, kiss, suck and bite my naked breasts.
I moaned with pleasure as he lavished his attention on my tits. The way I felt as he kissed and sucked my tits I hoped he’d never stop. However Chad had other ideas and he used the knife to quickly slice the shoulder straps of my dress causing it to drop to the floor around my feet. As I hung suspended with the fabric that once was my dress lay in a puddle at my feet Chad pulled slightly on the elastic waistband of the slip and inserting the knife he proceeded to slowly slit the silk slip from the waist to the hem. The silk slip joined the dress on the concrete floor.
I hung now in just my stockings, boots, garter belt and panties. My bra having been sliced in two hung limply from shoulders. Chad walked around me slowly admiring his handiwork, pausing to retrieve his paddle.
Once again the blows began to descend upon my bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…….one after another alternating…first the left cheek and then the right….over and over again. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,……This time the swats were landing on my ass…..covered only by my thin little panty. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,,,, now the blows began to sting more and the heat that emanated from my ass was warmer and seemed to be coming from deeper in my ass cheeks. The tingling, the searing heat and the radiating sensation that seemed to spread across my ass was driving me insane with pleasure. I could only imagine what shade of red had overtaken the once snow white flesh of my bottom.
I experienced perhaps 100 or more swats from the paddle and I relished the sensation. I reveled in every blow and eagerly awaited the next/
Chad knelt before me and began to lick my “clitty” through the thin gauzy fabric of my panties. I moaned with delight. Taking his knife once again he began to slice long slits in my stockings. Once both stockings were shredded he slipped the knife blade under the elastic of the panties and with two deft slices the panty fell away. Chad took my ’”clitty” into his mouth and proceeded take it in and out of his mouth with long slow strokes. All I could do was moan with delight. Finally he stood up and once again grasping his paddle he began to administer swat after swat to my now naked bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, ………….”AHHHHHHHHH”……………SMACK, SMACK, SMACK….Chad assaulted my naked ass with several dozen more well-placed swats. Every blow as it landed on my bare ass sent wonderful sensations of heat running through me……..I felt little pain but instead relished the stinging………relished each swat……..GOD HOW I LOVED IT!!…….The stinging……..the tingling……..the searing heat………I loved every minute of it!!!!
I lost count long ago but by now I must have endured over 200 glorious swats.
Finally Chad tossed his paddle aside and walked away……..I listened as he climbed the stairs…….I remained suspended and all I could do was revel in the warm tremors radiating from my fanny.
It was several minutes before Chad returned……it was obvious he had showered……and he appeared to be dressed in just a robe. He stood in front of me and carefully unhooked my wrists from ceiling rings. Until now I hadn’t noticed the numbness in my arms or the discomfort in my wrists. Chad began to softly massage my arms, shoulders and wrists. Gradually the feeling was retuning to my arms. Chad opened a bottle of champagne and poured each of us a glass. He kissed me tenderly and handed me a pair pink baby doll pajamas. It was actually more of a loose flowing cami top and a pair of bikini panties.
“I see you come prepared.” I said as I removed the tags from the lingerie.
“Used to be a Boy Scout.” he said.
“Well, I’m going to put you in for a merit badge after tonight” I said.
He laughed and said “Chrissie, Take a few minutes to admire your lovely red ass, slip into your pajamas and meet me upstairs.”
I joined Chad in his bedroom and after I sucked his cock he rolled me onto my back, slipped down my panties and began to rim my tight little asshole.
Once I was good and wet he slipped his cock into my “pussy” and fucked me with long slow strokes. My ass was still red and warm when he exploded
inside me with a seemingly endless series of spurts. I felt his warm cum dripping from ass while he held me close and kissed me passionately until exhausted we fell asleep in each others arms.
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