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A Daring Playtime

She closed her eyes as she parked the car, taking a deep breath. “What am I doing?” she thought. “I don’t really even know him.” Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, checking her hair and makeup in the rearview mirror. One more deep breath and she stepped from the car.
She smiled widely as she saw him, watched him come striding across the yard towards her. His height always surprised her. Again her mind wandered, “I’m here alone with him…ready to let him tie me up…” She knew her husband was aware of their meeting and where she was, but if something happened, or if he turned out to not be as trustworthy as she thought he was, she could be in danger.

He was next to her before she had time to change her mind, smiling down at her. There was almost a foot difference in their height with him being 6’ and her 5’2”. She smiled up at him, snuggling into his embrace. Stretching up to kiss him lightly.

He led her to the back of the house, making small talk about things she couldn’t even remember. They had discussed this meeting and it was to be a dominance session. She knew she was excited, could feel the wetness between her legs. Waiting to see what he had in store for her, even though she was slightly apprehensive.

He hugged her again, his hand sliding down and palming her ass lightly and then turned to open the door to the basement, following her down the stairs. Her eyes adjusted to the light, glancing around the space. Envisioning it as a finished space, it could be a wonderful dungeon.

They barely spoke after they entered the space. Embracing again, this time caressing each other in intimate places. She found herself pressing herself tightly against him, her hands roaming over his back and shoulders. A small moan escaped as he stroked his hand across her ass and another was under her shirt fondling a breast.

He stepped back. She almost lost her balance. She could feel her face flushed and the wetness between her legs was growing. He spoke “take your clothes off” she began to strip, removing first her pants, then underwear. She lifted the sweater above her head, and then removed her bra. She was naked in front of him in no time. He watched smiling, she was sure he was amused at the power she was allowing him. He reached into her bag and pulled out her wrist and ankle cuffs. Walking towards her, he asked if she was ready for this and she murmured. “yes” He attached first one wrist cuff walking around her naked form, his hands brushing her soft skin. Then attached the other one. She stood before him, spreading her legs shoulder width apart. He dropped to his knees in front of her, kissing her breasts. Attached one ankle cuff, then the other. His hand slid between her legs, cupping her sex. She blushed as he touched her, knowing her heat betrayed her excitement. He dipped his head and licked between her soft folds. Her hands grasped his hair as her knees went weak. She leaned forward using his body as a support. He sucked her engorged clit and she moaned softly, trembling.

He stood suddenly and she sucked in a deep breath, grateful although she loved his tongue. She dropped to her knees to return the favor. Pulling his pants off, kissing his stomach. Nuzzling his hardening cock. Her tongue snaked out, licking the head softly. Her lips closed around the head and she sucked his length into her mouth. His turn for hands on her head, she could feel his fingers tangling in her long hair, twisting, and pulling. He had removed his shirt while she was lost in his wonderful cock and her hands slid up his chest, rolling over his nipples. She could feel his body responding to her touch and sucked harder. Suddenly his hands on her hair pulled her mouth away from his cock. Her mouth was open and her eyes locked on his thick hardness. He pulled her to her feet and walked her to the hallway.

While in the dark hall he was standing behind her. He reached around her and tied a dark cloth over her eyes. Then he took her right hand and she heard the snap as her hand was suspended, pulled tightly towards the wall. He walked behind her, his hand gliding over her shoulders and down to her other hand. She lifted her left hand for him and he pulled it up and towards the wall fastening it in place. She could feel him standing in front of her; his breath was tickling her face. She jerked as his hand brushed against one nipple. His fingers grasped it softly at first, then harder… twisting, stretching. She gasped, sucking in air. He released the nipple and she thought he moved away. She felt him at her feet, spreading them apart…pulling her right foot wide and fastening it to the wall following with her left. She was helpless before him, nude and tide in a very compromising position, even blind to what he was going to do.

She couldn’t hear him moving, couldn’t feel him. Suddenly her ass stung as he slapped it with his hand, she jerked almost twisting in the binds. He slapped her ass again and again. She could feel the heat, the sting. Then the swish of the flogger as it lay heavy on her back. Again and again it came, hard and heavy. Across her back and ass, hot and stinging. The flogging stopped and she could feel his naked body pressing against her heated back. His hand was on her right breast massaging, cupping, and pinching the nipple. His breath was soft on her neck as he kissed her. Then… SMACK, the flogger snaked across her belly. He stepped back and soon he was in front of her. The flogger caressed her breasts and tummy. Gliding over her thighs. She was trembling in front of him, breathing through her mouth. The intensity picked up as he laced a pattern on her skin with the heavy leather flogger. Over her breasts and nipples, down her belly and thighs. She cried out as he whipped her hot cunt. Jerking and pulling on the binds. The flogger was snaking around her waist, kissing her ass with its sting. Her entire body was on fire from the sting of the leather. Her inner thighs were wet as her body betrayed her enjoyment. She was hearing a strange sound, trying to identify it when she realized it was herself. Moaning and whimpering like a half crazed pain slut.

He stepped away again, actually she wasn’t sure how long he had been gone she was so lost in the feeling of the flogger. She was breathing so hard, almost panting. His hands were on her again, this time soft and sensual. Caressing her breasts with his hands roaming over her ribs. Rolling her taut nipples between his finger and thumb. Suddenly her left nipple was pinched hard and he slid a cold clamp on it. Her scream was piercing and she tugged and pulled at the restraints. The same treatment was given to her right nipple and her screams echoed in the basement. His hand slipped down between her thighs, fingers dipping into her dripping cunt. Pushing and twisting them he invaded her over and over again. His mouth was on hers and she was kissing him back her tongue pushing deep. Her body was shaking visibly and her cunt tightened and spasmed on his fingers as he pushed them deeper into her. She was cumming hard, squirting juices over his hand. She could feel the hot liquid on her legs and hear it splashing on his body and the floor.

He pulled his fingers from her throbbing cunt and lifted them to her lips. He whispered in her ear “clean them.” Her tongue snaked out, licking the soaked fingers, sucking them clean. Her nostrils were filled with her scent and her mouth watered as she tasted her juices. He kissed her neck and whispered what a good slut she was. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her thigh, could feel that he was wet. His other hand was caressing her still hot ass.
He moved behind her, pushing his body close. His hands were caressing her skin, roaming over her shoulders, down her back, pushing up into her hair. He pushed gently on her shoulders making her lean forward slightly. Her cunt was exposed fully to him. He thrust his thick, hard dick deep. She screamed again and felt her cunt clench tightly. He pulled back and thrust again, deeper this time. Both of his hands were pushing on her back. She could feel his hips lunging and slapping against her ass. His hands pulled on her hair as his tempo increased. Her body was now being pulled off balance backwards, his hips thrusting again and again. His thick cock slamming deeper and deeper. She screamed loudly, quivering as she came yet again, coating his thick cock with her heat. He was groaning behind her, his hips moving quickly. One hand released her hair and slapped her ass hard. She jumped in response and pushed her hips further back trying to meet him. SMACK, another slap and she clenched her cunt as tightly as she could. He grunted and groaned; slapping and fucking her like a madman. Both of his hands were clawing at her hips as he thrust wildly. She could feel his urgency, his intensity as he worked at pleasing himself. Using her body as his personal fuck toy. She screamed yet again as he thrust deep one last time and coated her walls with his hot cum. He moved behind her plunging his cock in and out, slowing, his fingers still tangled in her hair.

He stopped and leaned against her sweating back, breathing hard, his fingers releasing her hair. Her head fell forward, she was gasping for air. Her arms burned with the tension of both of their bodies. Her nipples throbbed from the clamps he had attached. He pulled his body away from hers and reached up and unclasped one of her wrists, then the other. He massaged her tingling hands, kissed her fingers. He moved his hands up to her blood-engorged breasts caressing and massaging them. He unclasped one clamp, she sucked in a breath as the blood rushed to the tip of her nipple. His head dipped and his mouth closed over it licking and sucking the throbbing nipple as his hand released the other clamp. The clamps fell to the ground with a loud clatter and his hand covered her other breast, massaging lightly. Her hands encircled his neck and she held tightly to him, her legs to weak to hold her. He then knelt and unfastened her ankles and held her as she fell to the ground. Her body was trembling and she was whimpering and moaning, loving the place he had driven her to. He held her tightly and ran his hand over her hair. She smiled up at him, unable to speak, her breath still sounding raspy and heavy. She knew this would not be the last time; this was the most exciting feeling she had ever had.

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