It was just a normal Friday night. I had finished a particularly tricky piece of software ahead of the deadline and now I was looking forward to a nice, lazy, relaxing Bank Holiday weekend. The friends I normally hang out with down the pub had gone off for an 'away' darts match so I sat at the bar, over in the corner, drinking my favourite tipple - vodka, Campari and soda - and just watching the people around me, not really paying much attention to anything in particular.
"Where's the rest of your motley crew? Deserted you?" I hadn't even noticed the barstool next to me becoming occupied. Looking up I saw the pretty face of another of the pub's regulars, but she was usually in a group of four girls. All of them have apartments in the same building as mine.
"Yeah - darts away match over at the Red Lion. I wasn't sure if I could make it so they took Johnny instead. Where are the rest of your little gang?"
"Two of them at a hen party and Jane went home to her parents for the holiday. I'm Sandy, by the way." She held out her hand, which I took in mine.
"Ben," I responded, maybe holding her hand a little more than the social occasion demanded. We exchanged smiles. "Can I get you a drink?"
"What's in your glass?"
I told her and she pulled a funny face. "It's something of an acquired taste."
Sandy reached for my glass and took a tentative sip, pulled her face again but swished the drink around her mouth before swallowing. "I'll try one of those, please. I'll try anything once and again if I like it." Her eyes twinkled as she let out a low, attractive chuckle then finished off the rest of my glass.
I caught the barmaid's eye and asked for two more of my drink. While we were waiting, we sized each other up. I saw an attractive, confident young woman. Her curves curved in the nicest places. She didn't try to hide her ample bosom, but she didn't flaunt it either. Her hair was waves of lustrous deep chestnut, falling about her shoulders and held in place by a yellow ribbon. She wore a pale yellow simple cotton summer dress, buttoned down the front and fabric light enough to show the shadow of her underwear, the skirt ended a few inches above her knees. I liked what I saw.
The drinks arrived and I paid for them. Raising her glass to mine she asked, "Well, do you like what you just almost photographed?"
"Very much," I responded, and then put her in the same position. "Do you ...?"
"Touché!" There was that chuckle again. "Yes, I do. Have you any plans for this evening?"
"I came here with the intention of sitting at the bar, getting a little tipsy and watching people come and go. And you?"
"Pretty much the same idea," said Sandy. "Maybe we could keep each other company."
"I would be delighted to have your company for the evening, Sandy. You're pleasant to my eyes and ears and you lie gently on my soul."
"Well, there's a nice chat-up line." She raised her glass and waited until I touched mine to hers. "Let's get this evening started then, noble gentleman." Sandy chuckled and downed the rest of her drink then ordered another two as I matched her.
When the drinks came, I fished out my wallet but Sandy insisted, "My round." When she had paid, she took my hand in hers. "Ben, if I let a man pay for my drinks all evening, maybe he's thinking of it as a down payment for the night. Shush, Ben," she squeezed my hand as she saw a protest building in my eyes. "I'm not saying that was on your mind, but going Dutch means there are no obligations: no problems. OK?"
Of course it was OK, I told her, then, "Would you like to sit at a table rather than perched here on these stools? If I may offer my world-famous wisdom, the main advantage of the table is it's more comfortable seating while retaining the ability to see the world passing by. The disadvantage is that we would have to go to the bar for the drinks each round. I leave the choice entirely in your hands."
Grabbing her glass, she hopped off her stool and walked over to a table in the corner, turning once to make sure I was coming. I noticed that her behind nicely filled the back of her dress, and that her bare legs were shapely in the low heels she wore. Very pleasant sight. We sat side-by-side on the well-padded bench seat, which ran around the sides of the room, affording us a good view of the rest of the denizens of the bar. We could see the door, so saw everybody who came in.
As we settled back, drinking our brew, we swapped the usual details - what we did for a living, what food we liked, favourite bands and so on. As we mellowed in drink, we had both been up to the bar again, we started whispering comments about the people around us. There was a guy over in the corner we were sure was wearing a wig; his wife (we assumed wife) was one of those women almost desperately hanging on to her youth. Talk about mutton dressed as lamb! "She must put her makeup on with a palette knife," observed Sandy.
Our former seats at the bar were now occupied by a youngish couple dripping in bling. He was a bit of a loud-mouthed braggart and she, his trophy wife, had an inane cackle for a laugh. "I bet he drives a BMW," I whispered.
"Or maybe an open-topped Merc.," Sandy countered.
"Not with that silly hair-do of hers. She'd be a mess."
Lots of similar irreverent little observations and remarks, some of hers were particularly wicked, spiced our drinks as we dissected just about everybody in the room. Conspiratorially, we got closer and closer, the better to hear the whispers through my stifled laughter and her deep, sexy chuckles. I was conscious of our legs pressed together, feeling the warmth of her thigh against mine.
"Ben," she whispered as we silently scanned the room for the next unsuspecting victim, "Ben, you're a tit man."
"Oops", I thought. I didn't think I was so obvious. "What do you mean?" is what I actually said.
"I've watched you check out the boobs of every woman in the bar, including mine several times."
"I guess you got me officer, I confess." I held my hands out as if inviting her to arrest and cuff me, trying to hide the truth in a joke.
Those deep brown eyes held mine, and they seemed almost to smoulder. "Don't tempt me."
We stared at each other for a brief time then suddenly the spell broke and we both started little bursts of laughter every time we looked at each other. Sandy went to the bar for another refill and when she came back, her face was quite serious.
"OK, Ben. I'm not fishing for compliments but do you like mine. My boobs?"
"Sandy, I've been admiring them all evening." I raised my glass in toast and took a sip.
She looked at me speculatively for a couple of minutes. "Would you like me to go to the Ladies and take off my bra?" I could only just hear her whisper.
She had me there and I think she knew it. I gave her my best smile and mouthed, "Yes please."
Another thoughtful pause, then, "If I do that, will you do me a favour in return?"
What could she want, I wondered, so I asked her.
"When I go out, I'm also going to take off my panties. If I give them to you, will you go to the Gents and put them on. Just for me?"
Wow, that one came out of the blue! Now I took a minute to respond. I mean, I have no problems with gays or drag queens, whatever, but I've never been tempted down that road.
Sandy started rubbing her breast into my arm as she whispered, almost pleading, "We can finish these drinks. While I'm gone, you can get another round in. You can go to the Gents then when you come back, we can sit here each of us knowing secretly what the other is wearing or not wearing.
We were obviously going to end up in bed and if I had to wear her panties, well maybe she would enjoy taking them off me. I emptied my glass, smiled and watched Sandy drain hers.
"I'll get the drinks."
Sandy returned, her breasts, now unfettered, moved and bounced with each step as she walked towards me. I noticed that a couple of buttons on her dress were now open. As she bent over to sit down, she made sure I saw right down her cleavage: she had big nipples, standing to attention, and the dark shadow of her aureoles showed as clearly through the thin cotton as had her bra earlier.
Her eyes sparkling, she slipped her panties across to me under the table. I stuffed them in a pocket, took a deep breath and left for the Gents. There, I locked myself into a cubicle, removed my briefs and pulled the dark blue lacy panties up my legs. They were still slightly warm and the crotch had a damp patch. I stuffed my briefs into my pocket and left the Gents.
Even though I knew that nobody could have any idea what I was wearing, I was very self-conscious as I walked back to Sandy and I could feel the different material texture wrapped around my genitalia. "Mission accomplished," I whispered as I shuffled in beside her. She leaned over and gave me a sexy kiss then sat back as we continued our survey of the room and sipped at our drinks.
"Do you want another round?" she asked me, "or shall we go back to my flat? I've got a bottle of vodka at home, but no Campari and no soda."
"No problem," I responded, "I've got the Campari and soda at home so I'll get them on the way. Yes, let's go."
I don't say we staggered home but we kind of supported each other. Sandy linked her arm with mine and all the way home, she pressed her breast against my arm. In the apartment block, I got off the lift at my floor, grabbed the bottles and rode the lift up to her floor.
I rang Sandy's doorbell and heard her call out for me to come straight in to the kitchen. Her flat was identical to mine in layout so I had no problem finding my way around. Sandy had two one-pint glasses ready with the vodka and ice; she took the bottles from me and completed making the drinks. She passed me mine and said, "I made them large so we wouldn't get interrupted."
"Good idea," I agreed, but my mind was distracted as I registered the fact that she had opened all the buttons on her dress and the delectable sight of her breasts and dark pubic curls greeted me.
I followed her out of the kitchen into her living room where she sat on the sofa and said, "OK, let's see what you look like in my panties." She beckoned me over and I stood in front of her, taking off my shirt as she reached forward to remove my jeans so I was soon standing there with Sandy looking me up and down lustfully. Her hand came out to stroke my tumescent penis through the lace of the panties.
"Mmm, that feels nice. Do you like wearing my panties, then? I must confess I love playing with a cock encased in knickers."
Now I reached over to her and slipped the dress off her shoulders, leaving her naked to my gaze. I sat beside her and we shared a deep, sexy kiss as I fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples, while she made free with my prick and balls, stroking them through the material. It was a new sensation to me, but one I realised I liked, as the growing bulge in front of the panties testified clearly.
We finished our long, lingering kiss; I put my arm around her shoulder as we both picked up our glasses and sipped. I saw Sandy's nipples were hard and erect; I just couldn't resist bringing my glass, dripping with condensation, to press into a nipple. She gasped and her eyes briefly flared with pleased surprise so I gave the other nipple similar treatment. She, in turn seemed to like this new game so she brought her own ice-cold glass to press into my groin, which caused my tool to twitch.
I dipped my finger into my glass and rubbed the wetness around one of her nipples then bent forward to lick it off and gently suck in her nub. I repeated that on the other nipple. She deliberately allowed a few drops from her glass to dribble over my cock then she went down and sucked the liquor from the material. After a couple of lovely minutes she came up for another kiss.
We continued our little games slowly; there seemed to be no hurry: we both knew where we were going and we took the scenic route. I dribbled my glass over her breasts until the liquid dripped off the points and onto her lower body. I took my time to make sure I lapped it all up while she cradled the back of my head and pulled my mouth firmly into her breasts when I got to that level.
"You never answered my question," she whispered as I was worshipping her breasts. "Do you like wearing my panties?"
I left her breasts, kissed her and moved her hand to my erect member straining against the material. "Yes, they feel nice, can't you tell I like it?" I replied as I squeezed her hand around my twitching tool. She drew me into another languid kiss as she massaged me down there. I loved what she was doing to me even though, a couple of times, she squeezed my balls firmly to the point of making me wince.
By now, my tool was poking out the top of the panties. As soon as Sandy saw that it was breaking free, she gave it a playful slap, manhandled it back into its lacy cage and told it, "Stay," just as she would admonish a dog.
Now she stood up, drink in hand, took my hand and pulled at me saying, "Come along, bring your glass." She walked towards the bathroom and I admired the view from behind. Her waist narrowed nicely and flared into luscious hips. Each bum cheek in turn undulated with every step she took. It was a fascinating sight, intensely erotic.
Sandy pulled me into the bathroom and had me stand in the shower stall. She tilted her glass and allowed a generous amount of her drink to slosh over my panties then, on her knees, she proceeded to suck and chew at the material and my equipment fervently, tugging frequently with her teeth, again stopping short of really hurting.
Eventually she was satisfied that she had sucked every drop of vodka from the panties, she stood up and kissed me again, all the while massaging my cock and balls roughly.
After the kiss, it was my turn. I tilted her face up, opened her mouth and poured enough liquor in it so that her mouth overflowed down her body. Then I was on my knees and, starting at her feet where some of the liquor had dripped, I kissed and licked and sucked all the way up her body, making sure that her pussy was well cleaned by opening her nether lips with my fingers, which continued to probe at her slit as my mouth continued its journey 'northwards'. Naturally, her lovely breasts were sucked clean. I came up to kiss her but she stopped me momentarily while she took a mouthful of liquor, which was then passed between us as we kissed.
She almost ran out of the bathroom and returned just a few seconds later with a handful of ice cubes which she stuffed into my panties and massaged my bits with those hard, cold lumps. Leaving the cold mass there, she turned me around so I had my back to her. She started running her hands up and down my torso from my crotch to my shoulders. She pinched and twisted at my nipples - something I've always liked - then reached past me and turned on the shower. The initial cold blast had me gasp with shock but she hung on to me by my nipples until the stream warmed to a comfortable level.
I grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squeezed a goodly portion into my hands. I washed Sandy's body everywhere, making sure that she was clean all over then she did the same for me, first tugging those panties off so she could get to everywhere. Her fingers rubbed over and around my anus, even penetrating the tight hole as if to ensure I was thoroughly cleansed.
We dried each other off with big fluffy towels then she asked me to dust her with talcum powder. It was a pleasure for us both for me to do so. I allowed her to do the same for me before she led me to her bedroom. Sandy threw on a flimsy negligee and looked even sexier in that partial cover. She opened a drawer and, after a little fishing around, she brought out a pair of scarlet silky French knickers. She kissed me then knelt at my feet and lifted each of my feet in turn, as she pulled the sensuous material up my legs.
Just before she pulled them over my tool, she took it into her mouth and down her throat in one movement and sucked on it hard as she pulled her mouth away, gripping and tugging on my balls as she did so. She then took each testicle in turn and sucked it in her mouth. Finally, she kissed my cock head and said, "See you later, big boy."
We got onto the bed and lay side by side, half facing each other, kissing and fondling each other. I loved it when her hand rubbed my prick through the silk, another very erotic texture for me to experience.
I kissed behind her ears then kissed, licked and sucked my way down her body until I finally had her mewling with pleasure. I kissed her pussy lips then nibbled at them gently, taking an age before I allowed my tongue to insinuate itself between those soft pink folds. Her hips were undulating slowly as I ministered to her pussy. Eventually I surprised her by flicking my tongue over her clitoris, making her hips buck each time I touched the sensitive bump. Spreading the hood wide I started work on it, licking and nibbling until she grabbed my hair and held my head in place while she fucked my mouth, moaning and calling my name over and over until finally she writhed and pitched and screamed for god. Then she lay back, seemingly exhausted as I kept giving her little aftershocks with my tongue.
Eventually she pulled me up roughly by the hair and kissed me thoroughly. After she had recovered, she started playing with my hard cock. She wasn't very gentle but the anticipation of the next squeeze of my balls had me on edge, wanting, but not wanting the, tweaks of pain. We kissed again then she said, "Do you remember what you said in the pub when I said you were a tit man? You jokingly told me to arrest you." Here she gave out another of her chuckles. "Hold your wrists out again, you're under arrest."
I did so, although just a little nervous of the consequences. She reached under the bed and produced a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. She slipped them over my wrists firmly but not too tight and round the bed-head. From under the bed at the bottom, she produced a couple scarves that she used to tie my feet down.
I must admit, my heart was beating with trepidation, as I lay there helpless. Sandy clambered onto the bed and sat astride my crotch, her pussy centred on my erect tool. She looked lovely in that sheer negligee as she bent forward to kiss me tenderly.
"Will you trust me, Ben? I want to give you an experience, one that I'm almost certain you will enjoy. We can stop any time you want. Will you go along with me?"
I tugged at my restraints, "Seems like I don't have much choice, do I?" But I said it with a smile on my face. Why did I trust this woman I had only just met? I wondered to myself. "I'm in your hands."
Again she bent forward to kiss me, gripping both nipples as she did. She pinched both nipples hard and when I flinched, she just locked her mouth firmly on mine and kissed me with her tongue trying to reach my throat while her pussy was rubbing up and down my prick. She kept up the pressure on my nipples and the pain gradually faded, it became a nice sort of pain, strangely erotic.
She looked me in the eyes: hers were sparkling and wide with lust and she had a beautiful smile. Then she surprised me by pulling her fingers sharply away while still gripping my nipples. Oooh, that hurt and sent a tingle all the way to my testicles.
Now her hands were probing at my abdominal muscles. I try to work out regularly with light weights so all my muscles were tight and firm. "Mmm, so strong." She murmured with that enchanting chuckle of hers. She moved her fingers round to my sides. I get pretty ticklish and as soon as she saw me flinch she said, "And ticklish. How delightful." With that she started tickling my sides mercilessly until she had me crying and totally breathless.
All the time I had been dimly conscious of her pussy rubbing my panties. Sure enough, when she left off tickling and lay by my side she pointed to the dark stain of both our secretions on my panties. "Oh, who's been a naughty boy and messed up his nice clean panties? I will have to punish you." Again delving under the bed, she produced a kind of multi-headed whip - lots of soft leather fronds stuck into a wooden handle. She started hitting me with this instrument. It didn't really hurt, just stung a little but as she flogged the whole of my upper body, every nerve was tingling.
Next she turned her attention to my genitals. She slapped me half a dozen times in the crotch, sometimes catching my balls, sometimes my prick. That was painful but nothing unbearable. Taking a firm grip of my erection through the stained silk she said, "Big Boy here seems to be enjoying this. How about you, Ben, do you want to continue? You can still stop it any time you wish."
Sixty-four thousand dollar question! My erection was giving a clear signal that this was very stimulating. I took a deep breath, "Carry on, Sandy."
She clambered next to me and fed her nipple into my mouth. With her hands stroking the back of my head, pulling me into her breast, she half-whispered, "I'm going to hurt you Ben. There, there, chew on my nipple and listen. Tonight was no chance meeting. I learned that you would be alone so I took my chance: I've had my eye on you for weeks, noticing little things about you. When you put my panties on in the pub, I thought I had been right in my choice, you are malleable. Ooh, yes, Ben, bite me there, yesss. I gave you another test when I was mauling your testicles earlier. You reacted favourably to the pain. My final test was when you let me handcuff and tie you up. You trust me."
She switched breasts on me and told me to chew on that nipple. She continued her monologue, "For a long time I've been looking for someone like you, Ben. I want someone who will be my sex slave. Someone who will love his mistress as she loves her slave. I think you realise that I enjoy inflicting pain, yes I do, so long as my slave is also enjoying it.
In all other things we will be seen by the world as two lovers, but in all matters sexual I will be in charge. Will you be my loving slave, Ben? I think I'm already falling in love with you. And PS, I love vodka, Campari and soda. Thanks for introducing me to it."
I was listening to Sandy as I was chewing on her tit, and chewing hard so I knew she also likes being hurt a little. Did I see myself, could I see myself, as her sex slave? I didn't reject the idea, I've never considered myself alpha male material so there was naturally some submissiveness in my make up. Then there was the pain, I didn't know how much she wanted to give me or especially how much I could take.
"Will you hurt me Mistress?" I asked, almost dreading to know the answer.
"Oh yes, my darling, sometimes I will hurt you very much. I will punish you if you ever disobey me, or even hesitate when I tell you to do something. That's what being a slave is all about. Sometimes I will hurt you just because I want to hurt you." She put her tit back in my mouth, assuring me, "and my breasts will always be there afterwards to give you comfort."
"Yes, Mistress," I heard myself saying, "I'll be your slave."
"After this, you know there's no saying 'Stop' anymore?"
"Yes Mistress." As soon as I said those words were out of my mouth she hugged and kissed me then started loosening my restraints. When I was freed, she jumped on the bed and we hugged and kissed like there was no tomorrow. We finally broke off the kissing and she announced, "First off, a couple of rules. Call me Sandra. I don't want any of that 'Mistress' title and you might, out of habit, say it when you shouldn't. No, you will call me Sandy. The second thing is, you will always wear sexy women's panties or knickers. You will wear them 24/7. Oh, and expect to have them ripped off whenever I get the whim. You will wear them unless I tell you explicitly to take them off. You can consider them as your slave collar."
"Yes, Sandy."
"Good boy. Now take your knickers off, they are too good to rip."
I did as instructed and she had me standing by the bed, facing her, with my legs spread apart. "Kiss me," she said. I kissed her and we swapped tongues for a while when suddenly she bit down on my tongue and simultaneously slapped my balls really hard. She let go of my tongue and I was panting with the pain as she tenderly massaged the orbs she had just hurt. She pulled my face down to her breast and I took that lovely flesh into my mouth. "There, there, my darling. That doesn't hurt too much, does it?"
After a couple of minutes of this comfort, Sandy had me on my back at the edge of the bed, legs in the air and spread apart. Using the same flogger as before she lashed into my groin much harder than she had the rest of my body. My testicles had a dull ache and my prick was on fire by the time she finished. She dropped to her knees and enveloped my poor neglected then tortured prick in the soft, warm folds of her mouth as she allowed my legs to come down to ground again. God, what she was doing to my prick made up for the pain she had inflicted. But she must have sensed I was getting close because she took her mouth away and slapped my prick very hard. "No, my darling slave, you don't come yet. That's part of being a slave. You come when I tell you. Not before, not after: when I tell you.
"Yes, Sandra."
"Now I want you flat on your back." I complied with her order and she sat on my face. I knew what I had to do. I used my mouth to serve her pussy as she rubbed it across my face. I love the taste and perfume of her juices, which were flooding into my mouth. Her gyrations on my face got wilder and wilder and, as she climaxed, I felt grateful that I was able to give her this pleasure.
When Sandy was satisfied, she retrieved a paddle from under the bed, sat on the edge and told me, "Lay across my knees, Ben. You're going to get your first spanking. Are you looking forward to that? I am. I just love spanking bare bottoms."
I settled myself across her knees although I was nervous about this new pain I was going to suffer. My Mistress didn't make me wait too long before she started spanking each cheek in turn, not too hard at first but before long she really laid into her task. My bottom and the tops of my thighs were on fire when she stopped spanking with her hand. I didn't even notice when she picked up the paddle. Oooooh, that really hurt and it didn't take too many strokes before I was sobbing and crying but even then she didn't let up for what seemed like hours of agony for me.
Sandy was panting with excitement by the time she finished. She poured some kind of lotion to my inflamed bottom then very tenderly she smoothed the cool liquid all over. It helped, but she surprised me by trickling some of the lotion onto my anus and slipped the tip of a finger up that passage, working it round. I felt her bend down and retrieve something else - I wondered briefly what else she had under there. After a short delay I felt something cold pressed to my rosebud and something squirted up inside me. That was removed and I felt something else nudging at the hole. What happened next had me screaming as she rammed something right up inside me. I felt a large bulge pushing my sphincter wide open until the bulge was inside me.
"There you are, my darling," Sandy said in a soothing tone. That hurt, didn't it? Did you like it? That was fun. She made me turn over and sit on her lap while she pressed her breast into my mouth. I took hold of it and sucked like a baby, getting a measure of comfort as my sobs died down. All the while Sandy was smoothing the back of my head whispering how much she loved me and saying the pain will go away, calling me her darling slave and lover.
When the pain subsided and my sobbing ceased, she had me on my back again. She knelt astride my crotch and, wonder of wonders, she gripped my tool and guided it into her warm, soft tunnel of love. Naturally my hips started moving up and down to match her movements but all I got was a harsh slap across my face and was told to lie still. She fucked my tool, concentrating on just her own pleasures, but I was getting so close to coming. I told her so and she reached behind and smacked my aching balls again, telling me, "Don't you dare come yet, slave." I concentrated very hard and managed to stave off the immediacy. Her own movements, and her breathing, were becoming more and more frantic until, without warning, she pinched my nipples savagely and told me to come, to fill her up. My explosion was the best orgasm I had ever experienced as pulse after pulse of my sperm was bathing her womb, to my blessed relief.
When we had both recovered, Sandy crawled up the bed again and presented her pussy to my mouth with the instruction for me to clean her out. I looked up at the pussy coming down on my face and saw the gleaming white cream of our mingled juices dripping so I opened my mouth to accept this gift from my Mistress. I probed everywhere inside her with my tongue, giving her a couple more orgasms which pumped more of her delicious juice until finally she was satisfied that she was clean.
Afterwards she had me kneel on the bed while she took hold of the thing up my bottom and pulled it out just as viciously as she had inserted it. I squealed as it ripped its way past my sphincter but this pain was short-lived. She held the thing out at arms length. It was stained and messy. I was ordered to take it to the bathroom and clean it off. In future, I was told, I had to make sure my back passage was completely cleansed, and I would need to get a full enema kit and use it at least daily: she wanted no more mess like that.
When I returned, Sandy had changed into a brushed cotton nightdress and made me wear a similar garment with silk knickers underneath. We got under the covers together, kissing and cuddling sweetly while she whispered to me, "Thank you, Ben. I've enjoyed our evening together so much. You're a lovely slave and we are going to have so much more fun together. Did you like it? Did I hurt you too much?"
My body was all aches and pains from the punishment it had received but yes, I told her, I was happy to be her slave. Assuring me of her love, she pulled her nightdress to one side and pushed my head to her breasts. My Mistress has the loveliest breasts in the world and we drifted off to sleep with my mouth firmly latched on to her nipple.
~oOo~
I awoke next morning wondering where I was, until my body reminded me that it had been hurt yesterday. Did I really go through that? I thought. My mind was already forgetting the aches and soreness as I realised to what I had committed myself. I looked at Sandy, still asleep, with her nightdress pulled down exposing a lovely breast, the nipple looking a bit red. She looked so lovely laying there, her mouth open and breathing with a slight snore. How had I fallen in love with this angel? How had she fallen for me? No matter, I felt content.
I got out of bed quietly, so as not to disturb her. I discovered that I, too, was wearing a nightdress and underneath, those sexy silk knickers. I made my way to the kitchen, found her instant coffee and made her a cup. I discovered some cream in the fridge so I found a small jug and filled it. Setting the coffee and cream on a tray, I returned to the bedroom. Sandy was just waking and looked around a little disorientated until she saw me then her face creased into a lovely smile. She reached her arms out towards me and kissed me thoroughly.
"Good morning, Ben. So last night was real. I've been dreaming about you all night. Thank you for the coffee: now you get back under the bedding and give me a lovely start to the day while I drink my coffee."
"Yes, Sandy." I dived back under the sheets and under her nightdress; she spread her legs to give me full access to her pussy. She was a little dry at first but soon her juices were flowing and, before too long, she was moaning. I felt her body turn; to put the coffee cup down, I assumed, so I just continued with my task. She threw the bedclothes to one side and pulled my head into her crotch as she brought herself to a noisy orgasm.
"Oh that is a lovely way to wake up. Thank you, slave. Now we have to get up because we've got some shopping to do. You have to buy your own supply of panties, some nighties too, and we need to get that enema kit urgently. But for now, I need a shower. You will join me."
I soaped her body thoroughly and washed her all over; she did the same for me. We dried each other down, powdered and then I had to brush her hair, which was a pleasant enough task.
She fished out a pair of panties for me but before I put them on, she made me bend over the bed and my bottom was spanked, but not too hard. I felt some cold lotion dribbled over my anus and her finger penetrated my hole. I had a good idea what was coming next and tried to brace myself as I felt something probing but it still hurt like hell when she rammed the butt-plug home in one hit. It made me squeal but that only earned me a few more slaps on my bum. I was told I had to keep it inside me until we got home from shopping.
There were lots of kisses and cuddles as we dressed and got ready. She took me to a department store and we worked our way through the lingerie section buying a bag full of panties. At her insistence, I bought some matching bras, Later we went into a sex shop to buy an enema kit, including the various soaps I would need.
While we were there, she had a look in the bondage/punishment section. She selected a set of nipple clamps, which looked vicious. Sandy looked at some of the objects, picking them up and maybe swishing them through the air. She hesitated a long time over a springy cane, swinging it back and forth, testing its springiness. She told me to turn around and whacked my backside hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
A young couple saw this incident and the girl gasped and covered her mouth. Her boyfriend whispered something to her and a look of terror came to her eyes before she dragged him out. There was a middle-aged woman who looked over at the sound; she came over and quietly said to Sandy, "You've got a good one there, honey. Keep him in his place and look after him."
Sandy decided she would take the cane and I just knew she was itching to give it a test run. That was not to be our last visit to the shop. Over the next few weeks, we went back several times to get more equipment to use on me, but I get ahead of myself.
All this time I was aware of the plug in my back passage. I constantly had to clench my muscles down there to keep the thing in. I could feel it moving around inside me as I walked, a nice feeling, and no pain at all. If only it didn't hurt so much when Sandy rammed it in or jerked it out. But, I remembered, I was not wearing it for me, but for my beloved Mistress. I turned to look at her: she was so lovely as she walked confidently. She turned and smiled at me and mouthed, "I love you, slave." My heart soared.
We walked back to the apartment block and went straight to her place. "Strip," I was ordered as soon as the door closed behind us. I complied but she stopped me as I was about to take my panties off. "Never take your panties off until you are specifically told to do so." I got a hard slap on each side of my face for my disobedience. Sandy dived into the shopping bags and came out with the nipple clamps. She played with one of my nipples until it was erect then put the clamp on and started screwing it up. It was agony. All the time she was screwing it she made me look her in the eyes. Hers glittered with desire, mine with tears. This was repeated on my other nipple. And they hurt even more when my chest moved.
"Unpack all your lingerie and decide on a pair of panties, then go to the bathroom and use that enema. You can take your panties off now" When I was completely naked she had me bend down and she wrenched that plug out of my butt then rammed it back in. She did that several times before handing the plug to me and sending me off to clean up before joining her in the bedroom.
The initial pain of the clamps was subsiding but I still got a painful reminder whenever they jiggled and when one of them got caught in the enema kit, I squealed. A little instruction leaflet came with the kit so I followed the directions carefully. The leaflet suggested three cycles to get really clean back there so that's what I did. I decided to take a quick shower to wash away any possible traces. I would be clean for my Mistress. I dried off quickly, powdered because that's what she liked and pulled on a pair of panties that were a black net with heavy lace flowers and a tiny glass diamond right at the top.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw those appendages hanging from my tits; they sure looked funny. I liked the look of the panties and the pattern made my tumescent tool seem larger. Sandy looked up from where she was sitting on the bed and smiled as I entered the bedroom. "They are very sexy knickers you're wearing. I like them." She jumped up and hugged me, kissing fervently. Maybe she didn't realise that the pressure of her boobs on the clamps renewed the pain until she saw the tears in my eyes. "Oh, my darling let me take those off you for now." She carefully released the screws much to my relief. Then the blood started to flow back into the tortured flesh. I don't know which is worse, putting the clamps on or removing them.
She bent down and kissed my nipples better. Strangely, it helped - ask any kid!
"I've made some sandwiches and a pot of tea. Come on, I'm starving." We went through to the kitchen and sat on opposite sides of the table as we had a very late breakfast - it was well past noon and I was starving too. While we were eating, Sandy reached across the table and took my hand in hers.
"Ben," she said, "last night, when you said you would be my slave, I told you there was no more 'Stop'. Do you want to stop? I know I have hurt you and will hurt you much more. Just after I handcuffed you, I said I would give you an experience I thought you would enjoy. Did I give you that experience, and did you enjoy it?"
"Mistress - no I'm going to call you Mistress this once because that's what you are to me - I think I started to fall in love with you in the pub. That's why I trusted you when I let you tie me up. I was afraid of the pain at first but I find it very erotic."
"I thought you would," she interrupted.
"And you make it OK. Yes, you are giving me an experience I am enjoying. I don't want to say 'Stop', I am yours to do with as you will. You are my Mistress, Sandra. I am Ben, your slave."
"Come to the bedroom, slave Ben. We have a cane to try out." My prick twitched in my panties and my scrotum shrank up tight as I followed her then undressed her, as she ordered. I was made to bend over the bed again and my panties were pulled down to my ankles.
I tried to imagine the pain so I could be ready for it: I heard the cane swishing through the air and jumped a little when she rested it on my upturned buttocks. She had me quivering with anticipation as she trailed the tip of it over my back. I was listening out for the next swish to brace myself but it came too fast and the cane hit the full flesh of my buttocks with a searing pain, which made me squeal.
"Ooh, that's nice," she said. "Yes, I like this: six of the best, for you!" Sandy gave me another five strokes from that wicked cane. Sandy had shown me that I liked pain but this was excessive. After that, I just curled up into the foetal position and sobbed bitterly. I think Sandy realised that maybe she had gone a bit far because she pulled me to her nipple and whispered, "Ben, I'm sorry. It was too soon for that. Your poor bottom is crossed with red weals. I think I'll keep the cane just for punishments if you're ever really naughty - or if you ask me to cane you. Now let me take care of that erection."
