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Letting out a huge sigh, I pushed back my black leather chair from the desk, looked at the piles of paperwork, and the bright computer screen reminding me of all the work I still had to do before the weekend was to begin. I turned to the left corner of my desk viewing the red digital numbers of the clock showing me it was only 2:30, another 4 hours to go. I raised my arms high above my head, stretching my back muscles and deciding it was time for a short break. I gave a long yawn, stood up, and walked over to the window. Staring out, I looked at the crystal blue sky and determined I had never seen such a clear day before. Hearing the hustle and bustle of the people on the streets, car horns, and traffic cutting the silence, I would not allow it to ruin my few minutes of relaxation, and felt myself falling into a daydream.

I suddenly was taken back into reality when I heard the loud cringle of the intercom, and my secretary’s voice on the other end. “Miss Stevens?” she quietly asked.

“Yes, Sally, what is it?” I responded.

“Miss Stevens, you have a call on line one”. Before I could ask who the caller was or what it was in regards to, Sally continued, “The gentleman refused to give out any information but said it was imperative he speak with you immediately.”

“Thank you, Sally. Go ahead and put the call through.”

Seconds later the phone rang, and hesitating I picked it up. “Good Afternoon. Samantha Stone here. How may I help you?”

The phone went silent. I impatiently waited.

“Hello?” I asked. Still silence.

“Hello?” I repeated.

Finally, a voice on the other end replied. A deep, stern, familiar voice growled, “Meet me at Robbins at 8:30 sharp. Wear black. You know the rules” and the phone went dead.

A feeling of excitement rushed through my body. I looked down and noticed my hard nipples poking at my thin, pale blue shirt. Even though the office was a chilly 68 degrees, my body was hot with excitement, and my nipples offering the proof. Suddenly, I felt something wet on my panties. I reached under my short black skirt, touching myself, and feeling my pussy juices dripping down to my black lace thong. “Yes,” I thought, “I’ll be ready, I’ll follow the rules, I’ll do as you say.”

I quickly returned to my desk, viewing the red digital numbers again telling me it was now 2:43, time to get back to work. I had a lot of work to do and now had a deadline. I had to be at the restaurant on time, dressed and prepared, or else. . .

Staring hard at my computer screen, quickly typing a few more sentences in my report, I hear a faint knock on the door, with Sally on the other end. “Miss Stevens, may I come in?”

“Yes Sally, come in.”

The door creaking as it opens, and Sally begins to walk in. As she does, I notice the fine features of my secretary. Sally, a petite girl of 22 years, standing 5’1”, has worn her long blonde hair down, with a slight curl. Wearing a black dress of thin material, I noticed she must be cold as her petite nipples begin poking through. Swaying her hips as she walks, causing my attention to drop from her baby blue eyes, down her chest, to her hips, and consequently her pussy, imagining what it would look like underneath the perfectly fitted dress. Sally walks to the desk, and lays a stack of papers on it in front of me. “I’ve finished these. And this one needs a quick signature, so I can drop it in the mail on my way out”.

Sally bends over my desk to point to the exact location of my needed signature. As she bends her low-cut dress lowers, and I can see her black lace bra barely covering her tiny breasts. Wishing I could see them just for a second, a sigh escapes my lips, as I sign the paperwork. “Long day?” Sally questions.

“Very long day, but I’m sure this weekend will make me forget all about the office” I said with a smirk.

Interested Sally walks around to my side of the desk, lifts herself up on her tip toes, and sits on my desk, with her short, beautiful legs dangling inches away from me. “And just what do you have going on?” she inquires.

“Oh, a friend is in town” I replied.

A twinkle appears in her eye, “A friend? What kind of a friend?”

I let out a laugh and place my right hand on her knee. The touch of her soft skin sends another pain of excitement through my body. “Sally, you are silly. Go home. See you first thing on Monday. Have a good weekend.”

With a humph, Sally jumps off my desk, scoops up the paperwork, and walks out of the office closing the door behind her. I close my eyes imagining what she looks like with that pouty face she gives so well, in ultimate pleasure. Again, a shoot of excitement runs through my body and I wonder what it would be like to touch her silky white breasts, run my hands over her thin body, and tease her body until she succumbs to my desires. I squirm a bit as I feel my thong soaking in my own lustful juices. I turn and look at the clock.

Just then my door opens again and there stands Sally, illuminated by the light from the office behind her. A second quick glance to the doorway reveals Sally has removed her dress, and is barely covered in her matching black lace bra and thong.

“I forgot something,” Sally begins as she walks over to me. “First things first” she says as she sits down, straddling my lap.

A seductive grin appears on her red lips. She leans down and softly kisses my eagerly awaiting lips. Slowly the kisses become deeper and more passionate. Soon, I feel her tongue gently teasing my tongue. My mouth opens more, begging her to play. I place my arms on her waist, as she cups my face with her hands. Letting go of my lips, she begins kissing my neck, then my throat, and begins working her way down to the top of my blouse. Standing up she backs to the desk and sits down, spreading her legs wide, and beckoning me with her finger to come closer. Placing her finger on her panties where her clit would be, she smiles. Her pussy aroma fills the room and I find I cannot hold back. I stand up and lean over toward her. I take my hand and push her thong to the side to give me access to her beautiful clit. I lick my lips and bend over getting ready to make my fantasies come true, I notice the large red numbers on the clock. . . Shoot! It’s 6:45. I’m running late! I thought. I can’t be late, not tonight. I jump back, shut off the computer, grabbed my purse and jacket, and ran out the door with my words trailing behind me, “I’m sorry Sally”. . .

Hurrying through my house door, I threw my purse and jacket on the hall table, and ran to the bedroom. I looked at the bedside clock noting it was 7:15. I had to hurry! I kicked off my black pumps, and stripped down to nothing as I headed to the shower.

Turning the water on hot, I stepped in, and closed the doors. The hot water beat down on my breasts, causing a red distortion on my chest. The water cascaded down my 36C breasts, following the path on my stomach, down my pussy, and finally, streams falling on my legs, and hitting the shower floor. I turned and bent down, picking up the moisturizing body wash, and squirted the wash into my hand. The aroma of French Vanilla filled the shower. Standing up again, I begin rubbing the wash all over my body; my neck, my shoulders, my arms, and then my breasts. As I ran my right hand over my left breast, my nipples instantly became hard, and I couldn’t resist. I began cupping my breasts in my hands. The slipperiness of the wash making my hands glide over my nipples and areolas. I began quickly teasing my nipples in my fingers; rolling them between my fingers, twisting, and pulling at them. I was getting hotter by the second, my pussy aching for some of the attention my breasts were receiving. I moved my right hand down and gently brushed my engorged clit. Knowing I had little time I quickly began masturbating in the shower. My left hand switching between the right and left nipples, pulling at them, making them more erect. My right hand moving my clit, while my finger slipping into my wet pussy, creating an overwhelming desire in me.

I was getting even more excited. And then the words of the caller ran through my head “You know the rules”. I must stop! I panicked.

Pleasing myself before our “meeting” was against the rules. I couldn’t disobey him. Not tonight. But the sensation of almost coming was too great. “No, he’d know” I thought. “I don’t know how, but he ALWAYS knows”. I let go of my body, and almost in tears of desiring that release, I finished washing, and stepped out of the shower.

The cold air hit me and sent shivers through my body. Drying myself off quickly, I dropped the towel on the floor, and walked to the closet. I opened the door and stepped in. I knew the selection of the outfit would be critical to the start of the evening. Going through all my “black” outfits, I selected a black lace corset with a black mini skirt. I wrapped the corset around my body, and quickly tied it tight, causing an increase in my already hourglass figure. I slipped the skirt on, and chose a pair of 6 inch black pumps. Walking over to my dresser, I passed the mirror and noticed the skirt just barely covered my ass, remembering the last time I wore this outfit and the pain and pleasure that came with it. I selected a matching black choker and earrings. I quickly touched up my makeup adding a deep red shine to my lips, and grabbed my favorite perfume, Halo. A smirk crossed my lips thinking how ironic of the name. I did one quick glance in the mirror to be sure I looked presentable. Clutching my purse and black leather jacket, I headed out the door. I had to hurry so as not to be late to the restaurant. . .

At precisely 8:25 I pulled up to the Valet parking at the corner of Third Street and Bonita Boulevard, the parking structure adjacent to the destination, Robbins. A short, young man with brown curly hair, and deep brown eyes approached my car, opening the door. I turned and slid out of my seat. A smile appeared on the valet mans’ face as he bit his bottom lip. I bent my head to try and determine where his attention lay. In my haste, I had forgotten I was without panties, and had obviously given this man a quick peek at the newly shaven pussy as I had lifted myself out of the car. I smiled back before turning and bending back towards the car to grab my jacket and purse. As I bent over, I could feel the short skirt lifting, and revealing my unprotected ass, giving this man another quick look. He handed me the valet ticket, and wished me a pleasant evening. I thanked him, and headed to the restaurant doors.

I stopped in front of the large iron gates that protected the restaurant and its occupants from the outside world. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. As I let out the warm air, the gates opened, welcoming me into its private gatherings of individual lives. I stepped inside. I looked around the elegant restaurant and saw hundreds of groups, business men, couples, friends, all engaging in serious conversations in this fine dining establishment.

Catching me by surprise, I pair of strong hands grab me by my waist from behind. “On time, good girl. Looks like you are obeying the rules so far” growled the familiar voice.
I began to turn around, when I was stopped by his hands holding me in place. “No”, he said. “Walk to the seating hostess.”

I did as I was told, and slowly began to walk to the counter where a finely dressed young lady stood, checking reservations. As we approached, the young lady looked up.
“Good evening. Welcome to Robbins. Do you have a reservation?”

As the seating hostess said this, I noticed her eyes looking me up and down, pausing for a moment at the sight of the top of my breasts trying to pop out of my corset. A grin appeared on her face as she gave me a wink.

“Yes, for two. Name is Williams” said the man directly behind me.

“Very well then. Follow me please.”

I knew better than to speak a word and silently followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant. She stopped in front of the corner booth, and I noticed her being slipped a $20 bill from the man who claimed to be “Mr. Williams” for tonight. “Thank you for the secluded booth tonight,” he said with a wink.

I stood by the booth waiting for my orders to sit down. To make a move, or speak a word without permission, would have severe consequences later this evening. And so, I patiently stood there waiting. After the hostess left, “Mr. Williams” stepped to the side of me and slowly sat down in the booth, leaving me standing there. His eyes looked me over, and then took my hand, and allowed me to sit next to him. He then reached into his right jacket pocket and pulled out a small, brown paper bag, and handed it to me. “Go to the ladies room, and follow the instructions in the bag,” he ordered.

“Yes, master.”

I stood up and turned to the other side of the restaurant, and began walking to the ladies restroom. Men’s glances followed my every move, but knowing better than to even give a hint I was paying attention, I proceeded to the restroom without turning my head. I found the restroom with little difficulty, and walked straight to the stall. I opened the brown bag, and pulled out the piece of paper with writing on it. The instructions said:

Put this bullet deep in your pussy. Do not touch yourself.
Put it in now, and come back to the table.

You are being timed. Take too long, and you will be PUNISHED.

I again reached in the bag and pulled out a silver bullet. I pulled up my skirt, spread my legs, and put the bullet to my pussy lips. I gently slid the head in. I then took my index finger and pushed it deep in to my pussy. I then threw the bag in the trash bin in the stall, pulled down my skirt, and walked out of the stall. I proceeded to the sink and washed my hands. I double checked my hair and makeup in the mirror.

Swiftly I walked back to the booth, and stood at the end waiting for my next order. “Mr. Williams” stood up, grabbed my hand, and told me to slide into the booth. Obediently, I moved to his side of the booth, sat down, and slid over to the wall. “Mr. Williams” then sat beside me. He placed one hand behind my shoulders and turned his body towards me. “Why are your hands cold?” he barked.

“I washed my hands, master.” I quietly replied.

“Did my instructions tell you to wash your hands?”

“No, but. . . “

“But? But? But what?” he interrupted. “Did my instructions tell you to wash your hands?”

“No, master.” I replied.

“So you disobeyed my instructions and then talked back to me?” he growled.

My eyes dropped to look at my lap knowing I had been disobedient. I sat quietly awaiting my punishment.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, master, I’m sorry.”

“One punishment for disobeying and one punishment for talk back. While you were gone, I took the liberty of ordering our food. Now, I expect no more rule breaking for the rest of the evening. Understand?”

“Yes master.”

The thought of his punishment excited me. I felt a tingle in my clit, the way I normally get when I know I am about to get the fucking of my life. My juices began to stir inside of my eagerly awaiting pussy. I let out a heavy breath and I noticed my nipples were erect, pushing against the hard fabric of my corset. The man must have noticed these signs too because a smirk appears on his face, as he reaches into his pocket. I expected him to pull something out, but instead he leaves his hand buried in. I hear a faint hum coming from somewhere between us, and then suddenly my pussy begins to vibrate softly. I realized it must be the bullet in me. I suddenly feel it increase in intensity as he moves it up to the next level. Now my pussy is really excited, I can feel my clit is engorged, and my juices are forming around my pussy hole and lips. Again, the vibration increases. As it increases, I want to give out a sigh, or position my body to make it feel better, but knowing one false move would increase my punishment in the end, I dare not move.

Instead I turn my head and look at him, with his smirk. As quickly as it begun, the vibration stopped, and he removed his hand from his pocket, and put it on my lap, over my skirt directly above my pussy, gently patting it. “It’s my new little toy,” he explained, “I can turn it on at any point and watch as you try not to break any more rules”.

His hand lifts off my lap and is placed on my thigh, slowly moving upward. I feel him lift my skirt up to expose my pussy. He puts his hand between my thighs and rubs my pussy. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Not a sound my slave, not a sound”, and with that he begins playing with my clit, pulling, and twisting in his fingers.

Our waiter approaches with our drinks while the teasing continues. Wondering if the waiter could possibly see my exposed pussy, I picked up the beverage that had been ordered for me, and brought it to my red lips. The drink must have been strawberry flavored as the aroma began to surround the glass. I took a sip, realizing the strength of the alcohol in it. Knowing what was ordered I knew my master was trying to get me drunk. Trying to eliminate my inhibitions for this evening, I wondered what lay in store for me.

Removing his hand from my pussy, my skirt was left lifted, with the faint smell of my juices in the air. The waiter returned with the appetizer, stuffed mushrooms in a wine sauce. Before the waiter left, “Mr. Williams” signaled to bring me another drink before turning to me and telling me to finish my drink immediately.

Even with the amount of liquor in my drink, I did as I was told. When I finished the last gulp, I once again felt the vibration of the bullet begin in my pussy. “Good slave”, I heard my master say. “This is your reward.”

The vibration increased in intensity, I could feel the different levels . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . .

“Remember the rules: No coming without permission” was the sentence that broke my drift into ecstasy.

Not that I needed reminding of the rules, but was said more out of a reminder who was in control tonight: my master. Still the vibration continued to increase . . . 7. I could feel my body tense as it prepared to begin an intense orgasm. Pausing for a moment on level 7, the waiter approached with another drink and placed it in front of me. The waiter turned and smiled at me. This time I knew he must have noticed my exposed pussy, which got me even wetter, and more turned on. Did he suspect the pleasure my pussy was currently experiencing? What would he think? What would he do? “Mr. Williams” turned to me and said, “What do you say?”

“T-t-t-h-a-n-k you” I managed to stammer.

“Mr. Williams” turned to me with a dissatisfied expression on his face. “Was that the best you could do? Stammering out your words? That’s number three!” he said with a stern look about him.

Suddenly the vibration increased . . .
level 8. Was this for my pleasure? Or part of my punishment? Either way, I was fighting for control over my body. My mind knew I had to hold my orgasm. If I came without permission, I would pay for it in a BIG way, but my body desperately wanting to release the tension. If the vibration continued in my pussy, and the hard, round, bullet kept banging against my pussy walls, I was going to lose this battle, and have to face the consequences later. Trying to calm my body down from reaching the point, the vibration continued, feeling like an eternity. As I was about to give in, the vibration stopped abruptly. I let out sigh of relief and dread . . . no punishment this time, but my body ached to release. Without a second glance, “Mr. Williams” began eating the mushrooms, and ordered me to do the same, mentioning there was a BIG night ahead of us and I would need my strength.

Shortly after the appetizers were finished, the main course was brought out, Lemon-Basil Chicken. Dinner proceeded as usual with drinks being gulped down in excessive speed. With each new drink, the order to drink it quickly was given; obviously my master wanted me inebriated this evening. Each order followed, I was rewarded by the bullet in my pussy. Sometimes the pulsing lasted for a minute, other times ten minutes. Varying the levels of intensity, “Mr. Williams” kept his place as master over my pleasure. With each low hum before the vibration, my body awaited the pleasure, but the pain of holding in my orgasm. The dinner was consumed, the last drink finished, and the signal for the check was given.

While waiting for the bill, my master decided to make use of his time and begin playing with his slave, me. “Spread your legs” was the first order given. Unquestioningly I did so. I spread my legs a little bit. “More . . .” and I followed. The order repeated until my legs were spread far enough to allow easy access. My engorged clit fully exposed, my pussy walls enlarged, pussy lips pleading to receive pressure, my juices covering my pussy and inner thighs.

“Mr. Williams” leaned over and grabbed my left leg and put it over his lap, fully showing off my pussy, as my skirt was still lifted. Immediately, the waiter came by. Surprised by the fully exposed, shaved pussy in front of him, the waiter dropped the bill on the table. Fascinated by the waiters’ reaction, “Mr. Williams” questioned how far this man would like to take advantage of the current situation. “Care to touch?” my master asked.

“Ummmm . . . Yes . . . But . . . I . . . Can’t” replied the young man.

“Sure you can! We don’t mind, do we slave?” master stated as he turned and looked at me.

Obediently, I shook my head ‘no’.

“I really . . . can’t . . . My job . . . The patrons . . .” the protests began.

Annoyed by the dismissal of his offer, master quickly retorted “If you want a tip, you will.”

Giving up, the waiter reached over and touched my puffed-up, red clit. Grabbing his hand, master pushed this man’s’ fingers in my pussy. The touch of another man excited my body so much I could barely contain myself. I began thinking of anything but where I was, for fear of coming without permission. Knowing my tactics, master made this young man start fingering me. After a few minutes, “Mr. Williams” let go of the waiters hand, and even with the force not there, the man continued fingering my pussy, there in the restaurant. Soon, “Mr. Williams” moved the waiters’ hand, looking at him, and said, “Taste her. It’s like honey.”

The waiter removed his fingers and brought them to his lips. There he stuck his fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them. The sight was too much for me, and my body gave in. I came. The waiter was dismissed. Hoping I hadn’t been discovered, I tried to act normal. “Mr. Williams” paid the bill, leaving a large tip for the obedient waiter, along with a note. He got out of the booth and grabbed my hand, leading me to the front of the restaurant. Thinking I might have gotten away with my naughtiness of coming without permission, we almost made it to the door.

Suddenly, my master turned and pushed me with my back against the wall. Placing a hand around my throat, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Don’t think I don’t know you were a BAD girl coming back there.”

He removed his hand from my throat and slid it down to my chest, and began fondling my breasts. His other hand pushed behind my head, and grabbed my hair. Unable to move I stood there. His hand left my breasts and moved further south until it was under my skirt, stroking my slit. I could see around him and saw the restaurant had stopped its business: the employees stood in their place staring at us against the wall in our fornication; the customers stopped eating and were staring in disbelief. The knowledge of all this being watched got me excited over again, and my body pleaded to come again. With his finger wet from my pussy, “Mr. Williams” stood up and lifted his finger to my mouth and ordered me to lick it. I did so obediently. Then he grabbed me by my wrist and walked me through the doors.

Walking into the cold, open courtyard of the restaurant, a soft breeze swept by, making its way through my legs, and working its way up my wet pussy, sending a shiver through my body and forcing my nipples to become hard with excitement and desire. Staggering, “Mr. Williams” put his arm around me to aid in walking me to the Valet Parking Lot. Through my blurry vision I recognized the attendant to be the same guy who had parked my car earlier that evening. Seeing the drunken state I was in, and the man at my side, the attendant approached and asked if I was to be driving. “Mr. Williams” handed both valet stubs to the attendant along with the fees, and an extra $50 while whispering something in his ear.

Moments later, the black sedan arrived. I was helped into a sitting position in the passenger side of the car, with my body facing out the door. I felt a hand on my right knee, gradually moving up and to the inside of my thigh. As the fingers softly caressed my thigh, a thin smile approached my lips. My body began to slip in the seat, as my pussy closed in on the wandering fingers. The first soft touch awoke my pussy, and set my clit on fire. Opening my eyes, I saw it was the young attendants’ fingers exploring my body. Reaching over the squatting man discovering my pussy with great concentration was my master starting to undo the hooks on my corset. The fourth fastener undone resulted in my breasts busting out of the top, leaving my hard nipples bare to the cold, night air.

Immediately, the attendants tongue touched my left nipple, and began flicking it with such force causing an intense desire to grab this man’s head and force him to suck on my breast. As if reading my thoughts, the attendant grabbed my nipple with his mouth and began sucking, while maintaining the flicking rhythm from inside his mouth. Suddenly, I felt my pussy beginning to vibrate, softly at first, while fingers grabbed at my clit. Hearing a zipper, I turned to face my master, and was greeted by a hard cock an inch from my mouth. “Suck this” he demanded shoving his head into my yearning orifice.

I licked my lips and leaned forward preparing to take the hard cock into my mouth. My mouth began to water in anticipation of the act, just as my master brushed his head to my wet lips. I opened my mouth and gave the hard cock a small opening to enter. As soon I felt the tip of the head in my mouth, I began flicking it with my tongue, while sucking, hoping to taste my master’s juices soon in my throat. Inch by inch the hard cock was shoved deeper into my mouth. When the hard dick was half way in, my master took his hands placing them behind my head, and shoved his dick all the way in, feeling his tip ram the back of my throat.

I began to gag, and he withdrew before ramming his dick again deep in my throat. With each thrust my mouth got used to the invasion, and welcomed the intrusion. Suddenly I felt the vibration of my pussy increase as I realized my master was escalating the levels of the bullet still buried in my pussy. The attendant let go of my breasts and leaned further down and I could feel his hot breath between my legs. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and forcefully spread my legs until they were touching the body of the car. His breath heavier than before and without delay grabbed my pussy with his lips and began sucking my juices. He let go of my legs and used his now free hands to spread my pussy lips. Harder and harder he sucked as if trying to suck me dry. My hips began rocking to his motion. Still, the vibration increased.

My master seeing the pleasure I was getting from sucking his cock and being tongue fucked, decided to take control back. He grabbed me by the hair so tight I couldn’t move my head. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned my head so I was looking directly at him. “No coming without my permission slave or you will have three punishments! Do you understand slave?”

“Yes master. No coming. I understand.”

“Good slave” and with that he thrust his cock back into my mouth.

As I sucked furiously, the attendant increased his tongue fucking on my pussy. I could feel his tongue jamming my pussy in rhythm to my hip movements. Deciding to see how much I could take, my master continued to increase the vibration. Soon it was stronger than I had ever experienced, and I decided it must be at level 9. My senses were on overload and I desperately wanted to come, but knowing what would be in store for me I fought my body’s responses and continued focusing on sucking my master’s cock. He withdrew his cock and shoved his balls to my lips, which I took in my mouth and gently sucked into pleasure. The attendant still lapping at my juices reached his hands up and started twisting my nipples. With all the pleasure, I couldn’t take it anymore. I fought as hard as I could to stop myself from coming. Tears rolled down my cheeks displaying my desire to come.

After what felt like an eternity, master leaned down to my ear and whispered, “If you don’t want punishment, you will come . . . NOW!”

My heart jumped in appreciation, and I let my guard down, allowing my body to come. My master grabbed the attendants head and shoved it further into my pussy as my juices spewed from the orgasm. “Take it all” my master demanded of the attendant, as my body quivered at the release.

After my body relaxed, the vibration in my pussy stopped, and the attendant stood up. By then my master had already re-dressed himself, and walked toward the driver seat. He then directed me to turn in my seat and buckle up. I did as ordered, and we drove off. As we exited the parking lot, I saw the attendant lick his lips as he tasted the last remaining drop of my cum.

After a few turns, we arrived at our destination, the Bradley Hotel. Pulling up to the entrance, an attendant opened my door, and winked at me seeing my tits still hanging out of my corset. Drunkenly, I was helped out of the car, and “Mr. Williams” came around and stood beside me. I had a sudden head rush from the alcohol and physical pleasures I had just received. Without missing a step, “Mr. Williams” placed his hand around my wait and helped me to walk up the stairs, through the lobby, and over to the elevators.

As we waited for the elevator, I felt a warm liquid begin running down my leg and realized it must be my own cum, which excited me even more. Once inside the elevator, I was pushed against the back of the box. My master grabbed my ass with his hands and squeezed tightly. “You were a very bad girl tonight,” my master reminded me, “And for this, you will be severely punished.”

Removing his right hand from my ass and bringing it to my mouth, forcefully, he opened my mouth and spit. “You are mine! You are my slut, my whore, my slave, remember?”

“Yes master.”

“You defied my orders several times tonight and you will take every punishment I give you for your crimes. Understand?”

“Yes master.”

As I finished my sentence, the elevator doors opened, and we proceeded to the room. The room was the top floor penthouse, with a full size sitting room, dining area, work space, bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom complete with a four person Jacuzzi. My master must have spent a fortune on this room and I knew he would make the most out of it. I knew how the night must begin . . . my punishments were awaiting me. I walked to the sitting room and stood in the center of the room, my hands clasped behind my back, my head bowed, for this was the position I knew I must anticipate my punishments in.

My master walked over and began slowly circling me, reminding me of each time I disobeyed. After he made the full circle and stood in front of me, I felt him undoing the rest of the corset, and letting it fall to the ground. Then he slid by skirt down to the floor. He took his hand and patted my pussy saying, “Go take a shower and clean off your cunt. You have ten minutes to be back in this position. Don’t be a minute late. Now go.”

I quickly headed off to the bathroom, jumped in the shower, and began cleaning my body. I knew this was a symbol to my master of purifying my body for him. After I felt I was cleaned I stepped out of the shower, and went to grab a towel off the rack. Just as I was about to pull it off, I remembered my masters instructions . . . take a shower . . . clean . . . be back here . . . I then realized he never told me to dry off. Figuring my time was almost over, I walked back into the sitting room, still dripping wet, and took my position with hands behind my back. My master walked over quickly to me and nodded his head in approval. “While you were in the shower, I began setting up for tonight . . . you have a LONG night ahead of you. Now go to the bedroom and sit on the foot of the bed.”

I turned and proceeded to the bedroom. As I approached the door, I noticed a small table set up by the bed that had all type of toys including bullets, vibrators, plugs, whips, etc. My pussy began to get moist at the site of these items. My attention then turned to the bed and noticed restraints on all four corners of the bed. My pussy then began to drip with excitement. I went to the bed and sat down. My body still wet from the shower and shivering in the cold air.

Master walked in and stood in front of me. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. His dick limp in front of me, my mouth desiring to take his cock deep into it, but I knew I must wait for his command. After a few minutes of temptation, the order came, “Suck it”.

“Yes master” I murmured between the quick sucking of his head in my mouth.

His cock growing in my mouth as my tongue stroked the growing member. “That’s enough, time for your first punishment slave,” he barked as he pulled his hardened dick from my mouth.

Placing his hand around my throat, he pulls me off the bed and stands me next to him. He turns me around and pushes me on the bed, with my back and ass in the air. I land with a little bounce, but await any further movement until I am told to do so. “Center of the bed, quickly” came the next order.

I scooted in the center of the bed, and impatiently waited what was to come next. My master then climbed on the bed and straddled my back. He placed a rolled bandana over my eyes and tied it behind my head. I could no longer see anything but darkness. I felt my arms being stretched out and a cold bracelet of some type being placed on each one, and then the same on my legs. Tugging a little on the bracelets, I realized I was unable to move much, and figured these had to be the restraints. Carefully, my master climbed off of me, and I could hear his footsteps near me. I heard a little rustling, and decided he must be near the small table of toys. I then heard him walk to the foot of the bed. Suddenly, a cold hand was put between my legs, and my pussy was stroked. “Not wet enough slave” and with that a loud, and shocking crack was felt on my ass.

My ass began to redden and sting. This was a new pain for me. This wasn’t his hand, it was an actual instrument. My pussy began to moisten. Again, my master put his hand between my legs, and felt my juices on the tip of my pussy.

“Better”, he said. “As I was saying before, you’ve been a VERY bad girl for your disobeying. You must be punished!”

And with that, another crack was done. Tears began to weld in my eyes, soft sobs escaped my mouth, but with each smack, my pussy grew wetter. Between each strike, my master placed his hand between my thighs, judging the wetness his punishments were creating. His final wallop left my ass hurting, yet my pussy dripping with my juices, leaving a cold, wet spot on the bed. Master dropped the whip he was using, and placed his hand on my pussy, giving it small taps.

“When I give you instructions slave, I expect them to be followed to the letter. Nothing is to be done or said except what I tell you to do. Do you understand me slave?”

“Yes master” I responded between my sobs.

“Yes master what? Do I need to remind you . . . “ his voice trailing off as he picks up the whip again.

“Yes master I understand. Thank you for your punishment. I was a bad girl and needed my punishment. I will never disobey you again.”

“That’s better slave” and he walked out of the room, leaving me tied, blindfolded, wet from excitement, and in pain from the sting of the nylon whip.

Laying there wondering how long I would be left alone in the room, and not being able to see where my master was, I became a little anxious. My breath quickened and became shallower in anticipation of the night’s activities.
“Worried my little slave?” the familiar voice was once again heard.

“Yes master.”

“Good.”

One by one I felt the cuffs around my wrists and ankles loosen, but I dare not move until I am told to do so. Laying there motionless, I awaited my next command. I waited for a few minutes, and although I felt my master’s presence, I could not hear or see him (my blindfold still remained leaving me in darkness). Ideas of the next activity raced through my mind. Would my master bestow another punishment? Would my master require his slave to give him pleasure? Would my master bestow pleasure on his slave? Soon enough I would have my answer.

I felt something light and soft touch the back of my neck, making a little circle, and then following my spine. As the object moved it tickled leaving me with goose bumps of stimulation. Remembering the objects on the table I noticed when coming into the room, I decided it must be the long, black feather caressing my body. Further and further down my spine did its fingers reach, and crossed my ass. Closer to my pussy it went, and with each slight movement my pelvis moved encouraging its plight. “Move again slave and you will have to endure the consequences” my master said.

My body tightened expecting an immediate punishment. However, it did not come. Instead, the feather continued its journey further south, until it reached my pussy, and there the tip began circling my swollen lips, and was gently pushed into my drenched hole. I was being fucked by a feather! Although the only sensation I could feel was more of a tickle, the very idea was getting me so hot! Again, my pelvis began to move in rhythm of the soft fucking.

Immediately a hard smack landed on my unexpected ass, causing a shooting pain through my body. But the pain only causing my pussy to moisten even more. A soft “ouch” escaped my lips only to be greeted by another hard smack.

“I told you not to move slave, and I didn’t give you permission to speak!” came an angry voice.

But still the tickling continued. I took a deep breath as the sensations in my body were maxed out, and demanding for a release.

Then the feather was moved. I couldn’t feel anything touching my aching body. Although I didn’t hear my master leave the room, I couldn’t feel him close by either. Did he leave me in this aroused state? Or is he waiting to see what I would do? Luckily the anticipation didn’t last long and my questions were answered.

My masters voice rang out, “Turn over on your back”.

Without delay I obeyed. Then I felt two hands grab the inside of my calves and spread my legs apart. My wet pussy must have glistened in the lights as I heard my master let out a soft “hmmmm”. Then I felt his warm tongue flick my clit. His lips wrapped around my clit and eagerly began sucking it. I knew much more of this attention would cause my body to shake and quiver in ecstasy, and without masters permission would receive punishment later. Letting go of my legs, master reached up and spread my pussy lips while the sucking continued.

Harder and harder the sucking continued until he was gently using his teeth to tease my aroused clit. Sucking. Nibbling. My body beginning to shiver and quake, I grabbed the bed with my hands, trying to concentrate on not coming so the pleasure would continue. Realizing what I was doing, master stopped, and stood in front of my, eyeing my naked body, watching me quivering, waiting to see if I would control my orgasm or let it go.

Fighting to stay in control, I tightened my body, my hands turning white as I put pressure on the bed. Satisfied in the state I was in, master walked around to the table once again and picked up an object. It appeared to be a type of thin, gold chain, with clamps on it. With a smirk, my master knelt on the bed next to me, and leaned over my body. He attached the clamps to my hardened nipples.

Expecting pain, I was surprised when I didn’t feel much. I assumed it had to be because of my body’s aroused state. Next, my master attached a larger chain in the middle of those two, and ran it down to my pussy, attaching the other end to my clit. The last clamp dug in a little causing a small tenderness that seemed to turn me on even more. And with that, my master stood up and walked out of the room. Just before he reached the door he turned and said “Second punishment”.

Taking a deep breath I began to wonder how this could possibly be a punishment. With my body now over-excited, I didn’t realize what would happen when my body began to relax. I took a deep breath. I heard the TV turn on in the other room. I closed my eyes and began to relax.

Without realizing it, I drifted off into a shallow sleep, with thoughts of pleasure distracting my mind from the current curiosity of the phrase “second punishment”. I awoke with a pain in my nipples and on my clit. The pains’ intensity grew with immeasurable force. It took a few minutes to realize what was occurring . . . it had to be the clamps. When my body became relaxed, the clamps started to close down on my softened nipples and clit, causing at first tightness, then a pain to it. I listened and still heard the TV on in the other room.

I slightly shifted my body hoping it would lessen the pain, but instead it increased it. “Don’t move again or else”. . . I heard as I turned my head in the direction of the voice.

In my relaxation I hadn’t realized my master had walked back into the room and was watching my every move. Still the pain increased and a let out a little whimper. “Does it hurt slave?” my master asked.

“Yes master”.

“Do you know how to stop it from hurting slave?”

“No master.”

“Beg. Beg me to excite you, and the pain will stop. All you
have to do is beg” master responded as I heard his footsteps coming closer.

“But master”

“Yes slave?”

“Master, if I beg you to please me, then I will be punished
for it later, won’t I?” I asked.

“Yes slave. You know the rules. If you beg for pleasure, you will receive punishment. So, you can beg for pleasure and receive punishment later, or endure this punishment. Your choice: beg or not beg.”

I turned my head away from him as a tear strolled down my face. The pain continued to increase. I couldn’t take it anymore, I HAD to beg, to make the pain stop, and hope the punishment for begging is less than the current one. The decision had been made.

“Master, please. Please master. Please me, excite me. I beg you master” I begged through my tears.

“I don’t know if I should slave. Convince me slave.”

“Master please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything for you, anything you want at all. Please. I’m begging you.” I continued my pleading.

I feel a hand placed in the center just below my breasts, and slowly caressing down to my quivering stomach. Taking a finger he circled my belly button causing a slight tickle. Then he moved his hand down my abdomen, and brushed my pussy. Placing one hand on each of my inner thighs, he spread my legs open wide. With each second of his touch, my body began to become excited, and the pain lessoned. Then his prodding fingers began playing with my pussy until no pain was felt. My juices began flowing again, leaving a cold, and wet spot. Satisfied that I was excited enough, master removed the clamp from my clit. Then taking my tender clit into his mouth and gently sucked it. Following he moved up and gently flicked my nipples with his tongue. Removing the clamps from my nipples, master whispered in my ear, “Second punishment is over, but you earned another punishment for begging”.

“Yes master I understand. Thank you for your punishment. I was a bad girl and needed my punishment. I will never talk back to you again.”

“Good slave” he mumbled as he moved off of the bed. He quickly undressed and moved to the foot of the bed. Giving his semi-hard cock two strokes, he placed his body directly over mine. Pushing at my pussy lips with the reddened head of his cock, he gradually made his way in. At first only the head was allowed in my moist cave, but soon all 8 inches was crammed deep in me. As master grew more excited his cock widened, and pushed against my pussy walls, filling my insides. He began giving thrusts, and with each new thrust, a new level of force was used. Soon his thrusts were so hard, and his dick growing so big in me, each one caused me to lose my breath and gasp for air as the wind was knocked out of me. Suddenly, he withdrew and kneeled in front of me. I desperately wanted to beg for him to fuck me again, but my submissive role reminded me that would only end up costing me another punishment. So I waited hoping this break wouldn’t last long. “Roll over and get on all fours like the animal you are” was the order that came.

I immediately crossed my legs and flipped my body over. I then got on all fours and assumed the position, ass in the air, back arched, head back (easily accessible for master to grab if he would chose to). Master placed his hands on my hips and began pushing his cock in me again. When he was about half way in, he gave a hard smack to my ass, which hurt just a bit. I assumed a red mark would be appearing soon. Then he thrust his cock deep in me. He began fucking me hard and again with each thrust the wind was knocked out of me. But the harder the thrust, the more pleasurable it felt. My body wanted to explode, but I fought to hold it in.

With his left hand holding my hip and aiding in his repeated pounding of my pussy, he took his right hand and grabbed me by the hair and began pulling my head back. When my neck was fully extended, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “ Does that feel good, slave? Does that feel good to be fucked like the little bitch you are? Does it?”

“Yes master” I replied in between my gasps for air.

“Good slave. Now make yourself cum. I want to feel your pussy grab and squeeze my cock as you cum. Do it now slave.”

Arching my back as best as I could, I moved to balance my body on my knees and the one arm I would be allowed. It wasn’t easy given the hardness of the pounding I was receiving. I then moved my other hand below my body and down toward my clit. I took a deep breath as I brushed my clit. Just the little touch of my finger was enough to make me cum, but I knew master wanted a big orgasm. He wanted my pussy contractions to strangle his cock, so I held it in. I ferociously started teasing my clit, pulling, sliding my hand over, anything that I knew would feel good. I was so turned on I could feel my juices running down my thighs each time masters cock was pulled out. Still he continued the pounding.

“Hurry up slave. Don’t make me tell you again”.

My body couldn’t hold on anymore. My body began to shiver and quake, my pussy contracted squeezing the large dick in me, and my juices desperately tried gushing out of me but was stopped by the huge cock still pounding my pussy. I lost my breath and became very dizzy. But the pounding continued.

The hand still holding my hair, yanked on me again, reminding me of the position I was in. Master hadn’t finished with me yet. After coming, my body became highly sensitized and the continued fucking both hurt and was pleasurable. But I remained silent, with the hopes my body would become excited again.

“Good slave. You did well” master began although his words were broken up between his thrusts.

After a few more hard thrusts my body obeyed my desires and became excited again. My nipples hardened again, my clit become engorged, my pussy opening up and welcoming the hard hammering it was receiving. My body began to tense with the pleasure when my master again yanked my head back, this time putting his hand around the front of my neck. “You are my slave, my bitch. You will do as I say, won’t you” He whispered in my ear.

“Yes master. “

“Say it louder” he retorted.

“Yes master” I raised my voice.

“LOUDER SLAVE” he shouted. “AND SAY IT ALL”

Another yank was given on my hair. “YES MASTER. I AM YOUR SLAVE, YOUR BITCH” I yelled, hoping he was satisfied.

And with that a hard slap on my ass was given. “Very good slave. Now, punishment number three for coming without my permission. You’re going to endure my punishment until you like it so much you cum. Got it, slave?” And with that, another hard smack landed on my ass.

“Yes master, I understand. I must cum for you.”

Master released my neck and hair from his hold and grabbed my hips again, slamming his body into mine. Our bodies creating a slapping sound as the bodies banging together, the tip of his dick pounding my inside, giving me so much pleasure. I heard a rustling of the table next to me but dared not to move my head from looking straight ahead to see what toy was being grabbed. The thrusting slowed down, but still continued. Then I felt a hand pull back one of my ass cheeks, exposing my anus. Then a cold liquid was dropped between my cheeks. The coolness caused me to squeeze my pussy, in turn, squeezing masters dick still pushed in me.

A finger pushes between my cheeks, and begins spreading the cold liquid around my anus. A finger runs along my crack, and then begins probing into my wet hole. Before I had only had the tip in me, but master wasn’t playing around this time. Forcing his whole finger in my ass, he placed his other hand on the bottom of my back, and pushed my back down to a full arch. He began pulling his finger out, and then pushing it hard back in, the liquid causing a nice friction. Soon master began fucking him simultaneously, his cock pushing in and out of my wet pussy, and his finger pushing in and out of my wet ass. Soon the fucking got harder and more forceful. My ass was losing up, and allowing my body to enjoy the backdoor intrusion. The fucking got harder. My hips began moving in motion, and a pleasurable moan escaped my lips, only to be greeted by a hard slap on my ass. “Don’t speak slave!” master yelled as he gave my reddening ass a harder slap this time.

Feeling I was ready for more than just the in and out movement, master started moving his finger in a circular movement, forcing my opening to open more. After a few more minutes, master removed his finger. More cold liquid was dropped onto my ass, sending a cold chill through my body. Pulling back my hair once more , master shoved two fingers into my ass.

This intrusion causing an increase in tightness as masters’ large cock still filled my pussy, giving no room for my newly packed ass to expand to. His fingers still probing me, moving in and out, soft at first, and then picking up speed and force, while my pussy continued to be fucked. After a few minutes, the in and out movement stopped, and the circular movement began. I assumed my ass was being prepared to take something even more than the two fingers already engulfed. Shortly after, the fingers were removed and the cold liquid was dropped on me again, causing the same chill and tightness in my pussy. “I love when you choke my cock slave. Do it again, now!” master ordered.

With the fingers no longer in my anal cavity, my pussy felt loose, and I tightened my muscles around the hard cock, squeezing it as best as I could. I was rewarded with a slap on my ass. “Again slave!” master yelled.

Again I squeezed my muscles feeling every part of his dick in me. Then master spread apart my ass cheeks again, and I once more heard more fumbling around on the table. My heart began racing wondering what would be put into me. My body tensed. “Slave relax or it will hurt” master soothingly warned.

I tried to relax as best as I could, but the anxiety was beginning to fill me up. What would be next? What was master going to do? What was my punishment? Then I felt something pushing against my ass once again. It was hard, round. Something I hadn’t felt before. My body grew tenser with anticipation, but still this object was being inserted while Masters dick continued to fill my pussy up. Whatever was being put in me was bigger than anything I felt before. It was hurting. “Slave, relax” master warned again.
But I couldn’t. Something was being pushed into my ass and it hurt. Soon it felt like my ass was going to beginning ripping. It was too big! Tears formed in my eyes and began to drip down my cheeks and land on the bed. Still the object continued to be pushed into me. Further and further it went, and harder it hurt. “Slave you are making it worse. Relax and it will be better.”

“But master, it hurts so bad” I cried.

“Yes slave. It’s supposed to. It’s your punishment for being a bad girl and coming when you weren’t supposed to! But you tensing up is only making it worse.”

Soon my sobs grew louder. Suddenly something was rammed all the way into my ass, and the pushing stopped. Taking pity on me, master reached around me and started playing with my clit. “Relax slave” master soothed.

After a few minutes the pain started to lessen. But then I heard a familiar soft hmmm sound and then felt my ass start to vibrate. Soon the vibration increased. I realized where I had heard that sound before . . . back in the restaurant. The bullet! The levels of vibration increased. . . 2. . . 3. . . 4. With each increase, my ass felt like it was going to rip, but soon was used to the toy. Level 5. Strong enough I could feel my pussy begin vibrating. Level 6. I grabbed the bed with my hands squeezing as the bullet was banging against my ass, while master banged my dripping wet pussy, and fingered my clit. “Don’t cum until level 9 slave. I want your whole body vibrating by your ass. And when you do cum, I want you to scream. I want the neighbors to hear the pleasure you are receiving!”

Level 7. My body tensed in preparation for the orgasm that was building up. My body began to sweat. My pussy juices began dripping on to the bed. Level 8. Tears fell down my cheeks, but tears of pleasure. Level 9 hit and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “OH MY GOD!” I screamed.

My body originally vibrating from the bullet now shook and convulsed from the largest orgasm I had ever had. Contracting and squeezing the dick still in me. My head spinning, gasping for air, my arms gave out, and I flopped forward on the bed.

Master still fucked me for a few more thrusts but left the bullet on level 9. My body again began shaking and threw me into another orgasm. Master pulled out, flipped me over and stuck his dick in my mouth. Gasping even more from air I tried as best as I could suck it, the bullet still vibrating in my ass. Master reached down and began twisting my nipples as he fucked my mouth. Again my body shook and juices squirted out of my pussy as he shot his hot cum down the back of my throat. Fervently I sucked and swallowed it all. “Keep sucking slave” master ordered.

An image shot into my mind watching myself laying on the bed, being fucked in my mouth, nipples being twisted in masters’ hand, and being fucked in the ass with a vibrating bullet. The image was enough to send me into a final orgasm. After my body convulsed I laid there, unable to move. Too relaxed.

Four orgasms in a matter of minutes and my body couldn’t move anymore. I tried to move my legs, but my muscles too relaxed forced me to just lay there. Master knowing the condition I was in, got off of me, and shut down the vibration, although leaving the bullet buried in my ass. Leaning over, he kissed me on the forehead, and began softly running his hand along my body. Pulling the sheets up over me, he softly kissed my lips saying, ”Good slave. Close your eyes and get some sleep.”

Obediently, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Dreaming of all the wonderful sensations I had been through that day.

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(End of Part 1, Part 2 follows shortly)

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