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His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another feminine products advertisement. 'Not if she was mine' he thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.
Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch against the window as a storm raged outside.
A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story.
He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. Then she stood quietly.
For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had come to serve him.
She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.
Finally, he broke the silence with a single word. 'Disrobe', he said with a voice that was not a request, but a command.
He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on. He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew she must obey.
Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt.
Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch. On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in the passions of lovemaking.
Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see the motion of the rings with each move she made.
Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.
As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy her master's every wish.
He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach. Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself well. Not a trace of hair remained.
Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until they entered the tall leather boots. 'She will do' was his only thought.
He turned his attention away from her, leaving her standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.
'Topping todays newscast', droned the newscaster,'heavy rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations Capitol. And on the sports scene...'. His attention wandering, he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood there, quietly.
He fixed his stare on her, 'Shower', he commanded.
For the first time since she had finished undressing she moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other room.
After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.
He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her cheeks wide.
He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from his touches, so he withdrew.
Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed, he uttered 'undress me'. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes lowered to the floor as she answered 'Yes, Master.'
This was not their first time together, and she knew exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser. Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt. Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the closet.
When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes. The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back of each shoe.
At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in the closet and returned.
While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.
Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look at him, he spoke.
'Who am I?' he questioned.
'You are my Master', she answered.
'And what do you exist for?'
'To serve your needs as your sex slave', she replied. At these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his feet.
Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of happiness crossed her face.
'May I give you pleasure Master?' she whispered.
A simple small nod of the head was all she got in return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to the television.
He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric. She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her touch.
His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.
Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.
Instantly, she could feel the response. blood flowed rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him deep inside her mouth.
Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear. Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a slow, but sure, rhythm.
She continued this way in silence. The only response she noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.
As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.
"No! Stop!' she heard him cry out.
Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she had erred.
She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.
'Stupid slut! Didn't I teach you better than that?'
She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.
He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.
'You have been a bad girl.' he said. 'You have forgotten who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.'
She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air, feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.
She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air and come crashing down on her bare behind.
CRACK!
The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room. She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of pleasure from her groin.
SLAP!
'Will you ever learn?' she heard him say. 'Answer me!'
'Yes Master', she whimpered 'I will be much better now, a perfect slave to your will'. Even as she spoke these words, the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from her, and hoped he wouldn't anger.
He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly, wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.
Pointing to the bed he quietly told her 'Lie down on your back'. When she had, he reached back into the bag and withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom at the head and foot.
He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.
Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.
He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue after she had swallowed these missed traces.
Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items. The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator. Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth. After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her. She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator pressed firmly against her cervix.
He stood up, and began to dress. 'I'll be back in a little while', he said. 'I'm going down to the lobby for a moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don't make a sound'.
How long stayed away, she couldn't tell. The pleasure coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture between her thighs.
At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and released the ropes at her wrists and legs.
'On your knees', he commanded.
She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open high in the air behind her.
As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last, allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.
The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard, slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had, she fought it back.
He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her smooth buttocks.
He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of orgasm.
As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt limp as he pulled out of her.
She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took her place by the door.
With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested. At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return again ... and again. She loved her husband.
The End
Alexa
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Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch against the window as a storm raged outside.
A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story.
He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. Then she stood quietly.
For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had come to serve him.
She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.
Finally, he broke the silence with a single word. 'Disrobe', he said with a voice that was not a request, but a command.
He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on. He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew she must obey.
Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt.
Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch. On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in the passions of lovemaking.
Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see the motion of the rings with each move she made.
Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.
As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy her master's every wish.
He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach. Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself well. Not a trace of hair remained.
Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until they entered the tall leather boots. 'She will do' was his only thought.
He turned his attention away from her, leaving her standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.
'Topping todays newscast', droned the newscaster,'heavy rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations Capitol. And on the sports scene...'. His attention wandering, he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood there, quietly.
He fixed his stare on her, 'Shower', he commanded.
For the first time since she had finished undressing she moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other room.
After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.
He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her cheeks wide.
He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from his touches, so he withdrew.
Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed, he uttered 'undress me'. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes lowered to the floor as she answered 'Yes, Master.'
This was not their first time together, and she knew exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser. Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt. Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the closet.
When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes. The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back of each shoe.
At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in the closet and returned.
While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.
Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look at him, he spoke.
'Who am I?' he questioned.
'You are my Master', she answered.
'And what do you exist for?'
'To serve your needs as your sex slave', she replied. At these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his feet.
Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of happiness crossed her face.
'May I give you pleasure Master?' she whispered.
A simple small nod of the head was all she got in return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to the television.
He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric. She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her touch.
His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.
Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.
Instantly, she could feel the response. blood flowed rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him deep inside her mouth.
Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear. Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a slow, but sure, rhythm.
She continued this way in silence. The only response she noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.
As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.
"No! Stop!' she heard him cry out.
Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she had erred.
She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.
'Stupid slut! Didn't I teach you better than that?'
She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.
He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.
'You have been a bad girl.' he said. 'You have forgotten who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.'
She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air, feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.
She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air and come crashing down on her bare behind.
CRACK!
The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room. She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of pleasure from her groin.
SLAP!
'Will you ever learn?' she heard him say. 'Answer me!'
'Yes Master', she whimpered 'I will be much better now, a perfect slave to your will'. Even as she spoke these words, the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from her, and hoped he wouldn't anger.
He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly, wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.
Pointing to the bed he quietly told her 'Lie down on your back'. When she had, he reached back into the bag and withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom at the head and foot.
He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.
Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.
He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue after she had swallowed these missed traces.
Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items. The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator. Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth. After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her. She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator pressed firmly against her cervix.
He stood up, and began to dress. 'I'll be back in a little while', he said. 'I'm going down to the lobby for a moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don't make a sound'.
How long stayed away, she couldn't tell. The pleasure coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture between her thighs.
At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and released the ropes at her wrists and legs.
'On your knees', he commanded.
She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open high in the air behind her.
As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last, allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.
The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard, slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had, she fought it back.
He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her smooth buttocks.
He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of orgasm.
As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt limp as he pulled out of her.
She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took her place by the door.
With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested. At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return again ... and again. She loved her husband.
The End
Alexa
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