The Hotel.

Ch 1

She was nervous as she checked into the hotel. They had never met, but over the last few months of chatting online, she felt like she could trust him completely. As the desk clerk gave her the key, he also handed her an envelope that He had left for her. She knew it was her instructions. They had discussed this scene before. She would be his for 24 hours. She knew he would respect her limits, but still was a little scared not knowing what he would do with her or to her. She couldn't wait to get up to the room and opened the letter it in the elevator.

Slave,

Since you are reading this, you have not backed out yet. Over the next 24 hours your body will be used and violated in ways you can't even imagine. There will be no permanent marks, but I intend to push your limits for pleasure and pain. I will arrive at 5 sharp. I expect you to be ready. You will be on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, blindfolded and gagged.

-M

She could feel her excitement rise as she read it again. She knew she should just leave. How could she put herself in this position, at the mercy of a stranger. It was just plain dangerous. Maybe that was the reason she was so wet. To be at the total mercy of another, having no control and unable to stop if it turned out to be not what she wanted. Maybe that's what excited her the most, that once they started, she had no way out, she would have to endure whatever torments he had planned for her. God she was wet.

Checking the clock, she saw it just past 4:30. She had time for a glass of wine before she had to get ready. She put on some music as she poured herself a glass. It seemed to go right to her head as she emptied her second glass. Dancing to the music, she shed her clothes, fantasizing about the being tied and helpless under her master.

Reaching into her bag, she found the ring gag he had instructed her to buy. She had tried it on at home and though it was a bit uncomfortable, but now, she eagerly forced it into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. As she dug through the bag looking for the other accessories, she happened to catch herself in the mirror. She almost laughed as she took in the image. With the ring gag forcing her mouth open, she looked like one of those blow up dolls.

Checking the clock again, it was 4:55. Time to get in position. She kneeled down at the end of the bed and put on the blindfold, carefully adjusting it so she couldn't see. Next she picked up the handcuffs. She knew this was her last chance to back out. Once cuffed, she would have no escape, he was the only one with the key.

As her heart pounded, she took a deep breath, placed her hands behind her back and snapped the cuffs shut. There, it's done. She thought to herself.

Now she sat, and waited. The minutes seemed like hours. She had no way to tell what time it was, but it had to be after 5. She started to worry a little. What if he didn't come? How would she get free? Then she thought, what if he DID come, what would he do to her? She felt her pussy tingle as she imagined his rough hands tormenting her body. She was startled from her daydream by a knock on the door.

"House keeping" She heard a voice call out. It was the voice of a woman with a thick Mexican accent. She tried to yell for her to go away, but the gag prevented any intelligible sounds from leaving her mouth.

Her heart was now pounding and her mind raced. What would the maid think? How would she explain this?

She jumped to her feet as she heard the key card slide into the door. If she could just reach the door and flip the lock. But with the blindfold, she knew she had little chance of that.

She got to the door just as it was opening. Plan B, maybe she could hide behind the door. She threw herself against the wall, knowing that she was sure to be found out. He whole body trembled, unable to see or do anything to stop what was about to happen.

She held her breath, waiting for the scream of the maid once she was spotted. Seconds passed. Nothing happened. She listened intently. Nothing.

Did the maid leave? In her panic, she didn't hear if the door closed or not.

Then suddenly. SMACK! her left breast stung with from the slap.

"I thought I told you to be kneeling." Said a stern, rough voice.

It took a second, but she quickly realized that this was her master. She dropped to her knees, but not before another slap flattened her right breast. With her hands cuffed, she couldn't protect herself or even rub her now throbbing breasts.

Her mind was spinning as she tried to apologize and explain that she thought it was the maid. But the gag just made it garbled mumbling. He slapped her hard again across the breasts, while her reminded her not to talk unless asked a question.

She sat there trembling, wondering what she had gotten herself into. This was not exactly how she had imagined it. She wanted to tell him the deal was off and just go home. She tried to express this through the gag, but was interrupted with repeated slaps to her breasts. After 6 slaps, she was on the floor. He stopped to explain.

"You've agreed to be here, now maybe you're not ready for my skills, but, for the moment, you don't have any say in the matter. I would suggest that you follow instructions, as it will be much less painful for you."

Grabbing her hair, her pulled her up to a sitting position. She managed to hold back the tears, but couldn't seem to stop trembling. She knew she had no way out, and might as well do as he says.

"Stand" he ordered.

She hesitated, only long enough for him to grab her hair and help her to her feet.

He stood there for several minutes without saying anything., just admiring her body. A smile crossed hi lips as he thought about all that he had planned for her.

Her state of mind was quite different. Blindfolded and cuffed, she knew she had no way to escape. Her mind raced, this man may not even be the one she was talking to online. Or, maybe he would invite all his friends over for a gang bang. Or worse, yet, what if he never let her go.

He let her stand there a few minutes, allowing her to ponder her fate before reaching behind her head to unfasten the gag. As he pulled it out, she stretched her mouth but knew better then to try to talk.

Next came the blindfold. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring into two dark brown eyes. There was a certain softness there, and her fears and apprehensions quickly melted away. He gave her a small smile and a wink. Stepping out of character for a moment, before giving her a smack on the ass and saying.

"So, let the games begin."

"First I need to inspect my new toy."

She looked over to see what he had brought, but quickly realized her was referring to her.

"Just relax." He whispered into her ear as he bent her over at the waist. She bent over until her forehead was resting on the edge of the bed. With his feet, he pushed her legs apart until she was standing spread as far as they would go.

She felt totally exposed. She trembled as he ran his hands over her body. Here she was, a respectable professional woman, subjecting herself to torment and humiliation.

His fingers continued to roam her body for several minutes. Tracing patterns on her legs, up over her back, and around to her stomach. With both hands he gently cupped her breasts and gave them a little squeeze before rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She let out a soft moan as he pulled her nipples down, turning her breasts into stretched cones pointing at the floor.

Moving his hands down her back, his fingers traced her spine. Ever so slowly they painted a line down between her spread cheeks. She jumped slightly as they passed over her rosebud, and continued on to caress her slit.

He toyed with the folds of her pussy for a few moments before plunging one finger deep inside. He was pleased with how wet she was as he started sliding his finger in and out. She couldn't help thrusting her hips against him. A hard slap to her ass reminded her that she was instructed not to move. As her ass glowed with the sting, his hand returned to her pussy. This time his thumb invaded her flesh, twisting as the rest of his hand cupped her mound. She tried to control her movements, but with his hand just touching her clit, she could not help to press down slightly, desperately trying to increase the pressure on her clit.

"I see we have to work on our self control." He said as he slapped her other cheek.

He went to the bag he had left by the door. She knew better than to try to look and see what he was doing. As he returned, she tensed her muscles, waiting for what he would do next. She was startled by something cold touching her anus. She sucked in her breath as she felt him spearing some lube around her backdoor. They had talked about this, and she thought she might want to try it, but only if she was really drunk and really horny. She wasn't sure if she could take anything right now with her body all tense. As he slowly pushed his finger in, she knew she had no choice in the matter..

It hurt a little, but as he moved around inside her she seemed to relax and grow accustomed to the intrusion. Just as she was begining to relax, he slowly withdrew the invader. More lube was applied, and she felt the finger return. Only this time, it wasn't alone. A second finger was now seeking entry into her quivering ass. "Lets not get crazy" she thought to herself. One finger was a little uncomfortable, but now with two, it was a little painful. Again moving slowly, her massaged her ass, inside and out.

As she relaxed around his fingers, his thumb found its way into her cunt. His hand now gripped her tightly from the inside. He continued for several minutes, sliding in and out of her ass and pussy at the same

time. She struggled to remain still, but couldn't help thrusting her ass back against his hand.

He quickly pulled his hand away, and followed that with several hard smacks on her ass.

"Kneel". He ordered.

It was the first time he spoke in nearly 10 minutes.

She quickly sat on her legs, with her hands still cuffed behind her back.

"You are a very nice specimen, this collar indicates that I have accepted you for training. From now on, this collar must always be worn in my presence as an indication of your willingness to submit."

He pulled a studded dog collar from his pocket and fastened it around her neck She wasn't sure why, but she somehow felt a feeling of pride from his acceptance.

Now, your training will begin. Please read this list of rules. You will follow them at all times.

1. Always refer to me as "Sir" or master
2. Your collar must be worn at all times.
3. All commands must be followed immediately or you will be punished severely.
4. While not under a direct command, you are to wait in a specified position for your next command.
5. Positions:
Position 'A' - Standing, hands behind your neck, feet spread.
Position 'B' - Kneeling, hands clasped behind back, head down, knees spread.
Position 'C' - On your knees, forehead on the ground, ass up.
Position 'D' - On the floor face down, hands holding ankles. Knees spread.

"Now, lets begin." He said.

"A!" he shouted.

She quickly jumped to position, standing perfectly still as he walked around her and made minor adjustments to her posture.

"B!"

She dropped to her knees, heart pounding as she waited for his critique. "Keep your knees spread wide, Slut!" he shouted.

He could see in her face that she took offence at that name. Reaching between her legs, he dipped a finger into her dripping pussy. As he pulled it out, he brought it to her lips.

"Suck" he ordered.

"Who else but a true slut would be so turned on simply by posing with their legs spread?"

She wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question or not. If she answered, she risked punishment, if not, she may still be punished.

He was quick to move.

"Your slave, Sir." She yelled out just as his hand smacked her breast.

"Very good, slave." He replied.

Despite the sting to her breast, she was pleased with the compliment.

The next several minutes were spent stepping through each position. His voice was cold and uniform as he called out letters and she jumped to comply. Finally he stopped, with her standing in position A. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she noticed that he had a set of nipple clamps in his hands.

He placed one on each nipple. They were tight, but not really painful. Each clamp had a short chain with a hook on the end. She was curious as to what it was for, and guessed that she would find out soon enough.

She watched intently as he pulled two cloth pouches from his suitcase. They were about the size of an apple but looked very heavy, probably filled with ball bearings.

As he attached one bag to each nipple clamp she began to panic, that weight would surely tear off her nipples. Once secured, he held the bags in front of her in each hand. She braced herself, ready for him to drop the bags and inflict incredible pain onto her clamped nipples.

Several minutes passed as she waited for the inevitable. Finally he spoke. "Hold out your hands." She quickly complied as he placed the weighted bags in her hands. "Hold those for me, please." He said.

This was one request she was more than happy to comply with. Each bag weighted about 2 lbs.

"Thanks you , Sir" she replied as he turned away.

He paused mid turn. She immediately realized that she had spoken out of turn.

He seems to ponder a moment. True, she has spoken out of turn, but it was right for her to thank him for his mercy. He decided on a warning.

"Do not speak out of turn again, or you will put your hands back behind your head." She just nodded, not wanting to test his threat.

He went over to the bed and carelessly dumped out her suitcase. Rummaging through her things he would pick up certain items and put them into two piles. She watched patiently as he picked through her things and examined them, apparently trying to pick out an outfit for her.

As he did this, her arms grew tired. She fought gravity, and struggled to keep the weighted bags held high. As her arms drooped, her nipples were stretched. She quickly lifted them up again to relieve the pain.

He noticed this and smiled. Knowing her predicament; that eventually her arms would be too tired to support the weights.

As he picked and outfit for her, he watched as her arms began to tremble. She was grunting now, unable to support the weight of the bags as they pulled on her nipples.

Finally her came over to her. Her eyes begged him for relief. "You may put your hands back on your head." He calmly stated.

She hesitated for a second, realizing that she would have to let the bags hang, supported only by her tortured nipples.

"Now!" she heard him shout. Knowing that she had just earned a punishment, she quickly released the bags and clasped her hands behind her head. The pain was intense as her nipples were stretched towards the floor.

The 2 seconds that they hung there seemed like hours.

She had tears in her eyes as he lifted the bags and unclamped her nipples. As her circulation returned, they throbbed like never before. He could see the pain in her eyes as be bent down to kiss them and massage each nipple with his tongue. He then moved to her face, and kissed away her tears.

She would never want to admit that she loved the way that the clamps felt on her breasts. She loved the way they pulled. The hard pull felt so good, although she can't describe the pleasure that she felt, how she loved the grip that held so tightly on her sore breasts. But she didn't dare say a word. Biting her lip, she didn't want him to know how hot she felt, how much she really wanted him.

He pulled out more of his toys, and by this time she didn't even question these things in her mind, she wanted them all to happen. He took out some rope, and proceeded to tie her to the bed. Her arms above her head, legs spread wide to each post. Carefully taking clothespins, he attached to her inner lips, outer lips, and what she wasn't prepared for, her clit. He hadn't have been able to know how sensitive her clit was. Just the slightest touch, and she would squirm and shiver to be touched further. She wants him inside her now! He's felt every inch of her, now he needs to feel inside. She wants him inside her hard and rough.

He continued to tie her body, although she couldn't move. He tied each of her breasts with such care and precision, popping her breasts from her body. They felt so firm, and her nipples sprang with want for him. He continued down her stomach with his tongue. She lay unable to take him, and bring him into her. All she could do was pant and moan until he stuck the ball gag into her and tied it around her. Now she could only mumble and want. He continued to take his tongue down her body slowly licking each inch of her, she arched and moved liked he had never seen.

He wanted to untie her, only to tie her again in another position. He wanted to be able to slap her burning ass more, her wanted to touch her from all angles, he wanted every inch of her.

Looking at his watch, he saw it was getting late.

"We need to get you dressed for dinner." He whispered into her ear as she was denied her orgasm.

Untying her hands, he told her she had 5 minutes to get dressed. She jumped at his words, knowing a sever punishment would result if she didn't comply. Her fingers tore at the ankle cuffs, in seconds she was free.

Grabbing the clothes he laid out on the bed, she wasn't surprised that there were no panties or bra. She pulled on the black leather mini skirt. It was a little tight, but at least it covered her well, stopping just above mid thigh. The shirt he had selected was a thin white t shirt. Stretching it over her head, she noticed it was nearly skin tight, and did a nice job of showing off her perky breasts. She knew she still had a few minutes, so she ran to the bathroom for check her hair and makeup. Luckily she was low maintenance, just a little touchup is all she needed.

She popped out of the bath room just as he was checking his watch. "Just in time." he said with a smile.

"Position A!" he commanded.

She jumped to attention, crossing her hands behind her head and spreading her legs. This forced the skirt to ride up a little.

"Very good," he said as he inspected her. "But we need to accessorize a little bit."

He sat on the floor between her legs with his face inches from her pussy. She just wanted to grab his head and pull him in.

She stared straight forward as he played with her cunt. Pulling at her lips and sliding his fingers around in her juice.

She heard the clanking of a chain and knew he was attaching the nipple clamps to her pussy lips. They didn't hurt, but she was worried that some one might hear or see it while they were out. She looked at herself in the mirror and was relieved to see that the chain was not visible under her skirt.

"Ready for dinner?" he asked. She began to follow him to the door when he stopped, "Oh wait, there's one more thing." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black leather strap. It looked like a dog leash, except it was only 3 feet long. One end had a clip, which he quickly attached to the chain hanging between her legs.

"Now we're ready" he said giving the leash a light tug.

She was a little bit worried now. He couldn't possibly be planning to lead her through the hotel by a leash, and not just a leash, but one attached to her pussy lips.

She hesitated a little, but a slightly firmer tug convinced her to start walking.

As they entered the hallway, she was about to break her silence. They had previously agreed on limits for

public play, and being led around by her pussy certainly crossed that.

Once in the hall he turned to her and tucked the leash into her waist band. He watched her face and could see the fear turn to relief.

"Very good" he reassured her, "soon you will learn to trust me."

He took her arm and walked with her to the elevator. Checking herself in the mirror, the strap matched the skirt so well it looked like part of the skirt, despite the fact that it went down between her legs.

They were alone in the elevator, and he quickly lifted her shirt and began roughly pinching and sucking her nipples.

She held him close, and didn't even feel the elevator stop. As the doors opened, he had already yanked her shirt back down and was straightening his jacket.

Ch 2

Walking into the restaurant, she couldn't help but to feel conspicuous. From the outside, she was dressed a little risqué. Her nipples were hard and she was sure everyone could see them through the thin T shirt. But, what gave her a bigger thrill was what people couldn't see. Who would suspect that she had clamps on her pussy and a leash running up to the waist of her skirt.

When they finally sat, she let out a sigh of relief that they were in a booth towards the back.

Once seated, he told her to hand him the leash under the table. Luckily the table cloth hung down to conceal their activities.

With the leash wrapped around his foot, he could give her a random tug without using his hands.

"When in public," He said," you will act appropriately. Normal conversation is acceptable, but always remember that I own you.

The waiter came and he ordered a bottle of wine. He watched the waiters eyes, trying to discreetly catch a glimpse of her hardening nipples.

After more idle chit chat, the waiter returned with the wine and asked if they were ready to order.

He announced that they were and ordered the steak. The waiter turned to her and was about to speak, when she felt a sharp tug on her leash.

"The lady will have the chicken." He stated simply.

"I see we still have some work to do on our training. That has earned you a punishment." He said after the waited had left.

"Now, lean forward and rest your tits on the table."

She nervously looked around to see if anyone was looking as she slowly leaned forward.

Looking back at his face, she could see he was not pleased.

"I would hardly call that immediate compliance. And I did not tell to look around first. That's another demerit and if you continue to try my patience, we'll start practicing the alphabet right here."

Surely he couldn't be serious, but she knew better than to try to call his bluff.

"Take your thumbs and press your nipples against the table." He ordered.

She quickly moved her hands in front of her, capturing her nipples under her thumbs, pressed down. It sent an electric thrill through her body. She tried, but couldn't hold back a small moan.

"Very good" he said with a smile. "You may put your hands back under the table."

She watched as he picked up his water glass. He took a sip, and seemed to pause to think a moment. Then he poured out a little bit in the center of the table with a devilish grin.

She watched as the puddle slowly expanded, inching its way toward her breasts. Her natural reaction would be to pull back and grab a napkin. But she knew this was part of his plan.

All she could do was watch. When it finally reached her t shirt, it seemed to get sucked in, soaking the material along the table.

He smiled at here again, and looked out over the restaurant. She also turned to see what he was looking at when she heard the glass fall. Before she could turn back, a wave of water soaked the front of her shirt.

She jumped back, but she was already soaked. The waiter heard the commotion and came running over with a towel. As he wiped the table, he couldn't help but to sneak a glance at her breasts, now on display through the wet t shirt.

Once the waiter left, he had a stern look in his eye. She thought, "what the hell is he mad about, I'm the one soaking wet."

"It seems you still have not learned to control your actions."

"Position A" he stated in a commanding tone.

She looked at him for a second, he couldn't be serious.

""Now!" came the order again.

She slowly got to her feet and stood at the end of the table. Spreading her legs slightly, she put her hands behind her neck.

As she finished this, he was already standing behind her and taking off his jacket.

Placing it over her shoulders he said " you seem a bit chilly." And sat down again.

She felt a wave of relief, and replied with a meek "thank you, Sir"

Moments later dinner came. They both ate without incident, making small talk and appearing to be a normal couple.

As they finished he decided it was time to play again.

"Reach into the right hand pocket."

She fished around in the jacket and found 2 clothespins.

"Place one on each nipple, outside the shirt."

Her nipples were still cold and wet, and she was glad the shirt would help ease the bite from the clips.

Checking the room, she quickly attached each one, and pulled the jacket closed.

They were tight, but worse was than that the jacket was pressing and twisting them.

As they got up to leave, her nipples were tormented with every step as the jacket rubbed against the clothespins.

Finally they reached the elevator. As they stepped inside, she was glad it was empty.

"Position A, arms at your side." He commanded, even before the elevator doors fully closed.

Pulling his jacket off of her shoulders, he gave the clothespins on her nipples a twist.

"Position B", came the next command.

She quickly dropped to her knees, spreading them wide. This caused the skirt to ride up, exposing her cunt the chain attached to her lips. With her head bowed, she couldn't see the numbers as the floors passed, but she knew they only a matter of seconds before they would reach their floor.

With her hands behind her back, he grabbed the bottom of her T shirt and pulled it up over her head. This caused the clothespins to be ripped off her nipples as he pulled the shirt down her arms, leaving it twisted around her wrists.

She looked up in shock, knowing that the doors were about to open. He stood there smiling, as the elevator began to slow. Her heart was racing, here she was, topless, hands behind her back, on her knees with her legs spread, showing off her pussy. She felt like she was on a runaway train headed for a crash.

"Stand" he ordered as the elevator came to a stop on their floor.

The doors opened as she struggled to her feet. Standing in front of her, he wrapped his coat around her shoulders just as a crowd of people started to enter.

With her arms still bound behind her back, she avoided eye contact with the other couples as he escorted her out of the elevator and into the hall.

It was obvious to the other people that she had no top on under the jacket. She could only imagine what they were thinking. The men certainly seemed to enjoy the view as they tried not to stare.

CH3

Once in the room, he removes the jacket and carefully hung it in the closet.

She relaxes for a second, her mind swimming in the events of the evening, and wondering what was to come next.

As he returns, he smacks her hard on the ass leaving a faint hand print.

"Do you know why I did that?" He questioned.

She paused a moment, trying to think of the answer he was looking for.

"Because I have misbehaved, Sir?"

SMACK - A new handprint starts to appear on her other cheek.

"Wrong, try again."

"Because I am yours to do with a you wish?"

"Close." He said as he hit her again.

"Because you know how hot it makes me?"

There was silence for a few seconds as she tensed up, waiting for another blow.

"Correct." He said, as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, on to moew fun, Position A", Comes his booming voice, with a touch of smugness.

She quickly jumps and frantically tries to free her hands from the T shirt behind her back.

"Did I say you could take that off?"

"Now, lets try again." He said as he twisted the shirt, tightening it around her wrists.

"Position A."

She quickly dropped to the floor and wrestled with the shirt to get her hands past her ass. Now sitting on her butt, she pulled her legs through. She was thankful for her years of gymnastics as she jumped to her feet and put her hands behind her head. She got a little chill as the still damp T shirt rested on the back of her neck.

As she looked to him, awaiting some praise, her heart sane as she saw he wasn't smiling.

"One minute, Forty five." He announced.

"Not a good time at all. But, lets proceed."

"Over the course of the evening, you have earned several demerits. Now, because I am fair, I'm going to give you the opportunity to chose your punishments."

Pulling a deck of cards from his bag, he begins shuffling.

She stood there, patiently watching and waiting for him to finish, wondering what he had in store for her.

The seconds ticked by, and he continued to shuffle. This was almost as torturous as being spanked. Surely the were well shuffled many times over by now. She wanted to scream, "Just deal the damn cards already!"

Finally he came over to her and fanned out the cards.

"Pick 12 and stack them face down." He said, "These cards will determine your punishment."

"The number on the card will dictate how many strokes of the crop will land on your ass. Face cards are equal to 2 hits to your breasts, and the ace wil land on your cunt."

After she had made a neat pile on the bed, he flipped the first one.

Five of diamonds.

Her hands gripped the T shirt that held her wrists as she waited for the first blow.

He delivered 5 quick swats to her right cheek. Each one harder than the last. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

She could only watch as he walked over to the bed and flipped the next card.

Nine of hearts.

She let out a small groan of disappointment and braced herself for the coming assault.

As the crop reined down on her ass she pulled hard on the T shirt gripped in her hands.

She wished she was fully restrained for this. Being made to stand and readily accept the punishment made it all the more humiliating.

How she loved pulling on her bonds. With her legs spread wide, she imagined that her ankles were bound and unable to move. As her mind wandered, she didn't even count the strokes and was a little surprised when he stopped.

Returning to the bed, he flipped all the cards and lined them up.

She could see him out of the corner of her eye and desperately wanted to look at the bed and see what the cards held for her.

He let out a chuckle, she tilted her head a little, trying to get a look at the bed.

"Would you like to see the cards? He asked.

"Yes, Master." She quickly replied.

"Very well. You have 30 seconds to memorize the remaining 10 cards. Then you will ask me for each punishment. If you make a mistake, we will start over."

She let out a small moan, knowing that this could turn out to be a very long and painful game.

"Go!" she shouted as he checked his watch.

She quickly spun around and focused on the cards.

"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q"

"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q"

"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q" She repeated over and over in her mind until he called for her to stop.

He pushed past her and picked up the cards, stacking them in order.

"Alright, my pet, what would you like me to do?'

She thought for a moment. What she really wanted was for him to throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. She thought for a moment, and said, "Jack… please crop my breasts 2 times, Sir."

He flipped the first card.

"Correct." He said as he brought the crop down on her right breast.

She closed her eyes as the crop struck with a loud smack. Involuntarily she flinched and turned away.

Hoping to avoid more wrath, she quickly returned to her position, presenting her breasts for the next stroke. This one landed equally hard on her left breast.

"Next!" he called.

She was continuously reciting the sequence in her mind, determined not to make a mistake.

"Seven." She called out, " Please crop my ass seven times."

"Very well, if that's what you really want." He said sarcastically.

This time he really laid into her. She had to struggle to keep from yelling out, but by the third stroke, she couldn't hold back her cries.

"Do I need to remind you to keep quiet?" he questioned.

The game continued through the next few cards as she recited the sequence in her head.

She dreaded what was to come next.

"Ace, please crop my pussy, Sir."

She closed her eyes and tensed her legs as he moved in front of her.

He made her wait a few seconds, the SMACK.

"OWW!, Damn that hurts!" she yelled as she clamped her legs together.

"I see we haven't learned to control our outbursts." He stated calmly.

She was still breathing hard as he pulled the ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

After recovering from the smack to her pussy, she pleaded with sad eyes for him to remove the gag.

"Now, on with the game. What's the next card?" He said cheerily.

She knew it was a queen, but only muffled grunts came from behind the gag.

"What did you say? Ten of diamonds? I'm sorry, that's incorrect. We'll have to start over"

She shook her head in protest, but knew it wouldn't do any good.

"Now, what is the first card?' He asked, managing to keep a straight face.

As clearly as possible, she tried to say seven.

"Jack of diamonds?" he asked, pretending he could make out her muffled response.

"Well, ok." He said as he landed two quick blows to her breasts.

She protested loudly through the gag and tried to point to the pile of cards on the bed.

"What? The next card is a jack too? That doesn't seem likely, but, if that's what you want…"

She could only close her eyes as the crop again landed on her sore breasts.

CH   4

He was obviously enjoying this but she wondered how much longer he would drag this out.  There comes a point where an erotic act of submission loses its edge and its no longer erotic, but annoying.  He sensed she was quickly approaching that point.  Sometimes an act looks great on paper but doesn’t always translate into real life.

Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he pulled her head back. 

“Are we having fun yet?” he said sternly.

She tried to nod her head, but could barely move in his tight grip.

“I think we need to warm you up a bit.” He said as he sat on the bed, pulling her across his lap.

She squirmed as his hand rained down blows to her ass, her hair still held firmly in his grip.  After a few minutes her ass was red and his hand was stinging.  They were both breathing hard and as their libidos grew.

After resting a moment, he scooped her up and threw her across the bed.  She landed on her back with her legs spread wide.  In seconds he was on her, his hard cock rubbing over her slit.  Quickly removing the ballgag, her kissed her hard, holding her head in his hands. 

Without leaving her lips he began moving his cock, sliding up and down her pussy.  She shuddered each time he rubbed over her clit, wishing he would just ram it in.

He continued to tease her, gradually moving lower with each stroke.   Finally it reached its target.  He let just the tip in, as she thrust her hips upward trying for more.

Se screamed ‘Fuck Me!’ through his kiss moments before he rammed it in hard.  Her pussy was dripping and he easily buried his shaft all the way.  As his pubic bone crushed her clit, she bucked hard against him in a desperate frenzy to cum. 

He sensed she was close and in an evil demonstration of his control, he stopped and pulled out. She screamed in frustration as he grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her stomach.   Putting his hand under her cunt, he lifted her ass into the air.  Her face was still buried in the pillows as he grabbed her ass with both hands and guided his cock back to her pussy.

He began moving slowly, almost teasing her as she begged him to pound her ass.  She then started shouting profanities, trying to get him to take her hard.  Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back as he leaned forward to her ear. 

“Who’s in charge here?  One more outburst like that and you’ll lose that virgin ass.” He threatened.

She murmured “You are, Sir” as he began pounding her cunt hard.  

He could sense they were both getting close as he grabbed her arms and pulled her back against him with each thrust. 

Minutes later, she felt him stiffen as he pulled her hard against him.  His cock seemed to go in an extra inch, causing a little spike of pain that pushed her over the edge to her own orgasm.  He continued to pound her as her cunt throbbed against his cock.

With a grunt of exhaustion, he collapsed on top of her, still fully impaled.

Gently kissing her neck, they both gradually caught their breath and settled into a loving embrace. 

As she fell asleep she thought back to her worries about meeting a stranger, at least he not a complete psycho she thought as she laughed to herself.

-end.

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-M