This is a sequel to [A Different Kind of Introduction, found here.](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aiq13b/a_different_kind_of_introduction_mf_bdsm_choking/) You don’t need to read it for this, but it’s in the same vein.
It’s been a couple of weeks since our first encounter. It’s been a blur of dirty messages, dirtier voice messages, pictures, and promises of fun yet to come. Finally though, we get to an evening we can see each other again. You make your way to the hotel, and as instructed by my messages to you, you go to the front desk and ask for a key to the room in my name. You get into the elevator and take a breath as the doors close, gaining some control on your nerves and nervous excitement. The ride up is excruciatingly slow, anticipation making you smile to yourself, trying hard to play it cool. Double checking the room number, you step out into the corridor and begin searching. Eventually you come to the end of the corridor and find right room. You slide the key card in, the little light flashes green. You take a breath, place your hand on the handle, and step in.
Gently closing the door behind you, you walk through. The room is lit with several wide glass cupped candles, which you assume are what are giving the room its gentle floral scents. You place your small bag down on one of the chairs, and look around. The suite is large and immaculate, bigger than the last place, the bed large and soft and luxurious, the curtains already drawn closed, and you spot what you assume to be my bag at the bottom of the wardrobe. But your attention keeps coming back to the small paper retail bag on the edge of the bed. Although you have some clue as to what’s inside it, you’re still excited to find the treat inside. Pulling out the crepe paper stuffing, you find underneath it a lacy black bra, garter belt, stockings, and a black silk blindfold. You had guessed what I was up to when I’d asked for your body measurements, and given you your instructions, but you’re still grinning when you realise there are no panties to complete the set. Remembering what you were instructed, you strip down quickly, placing your clothes into your bag, and get into the lingerie I picked for you. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, feeling powerful and sexy as all hell, before sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing the blindfolds over your eyes. As you do, your mind wanders back to the first night we met, the pain and pleasure, the raw sexual lust, the intensity in your submission to me, how new it felt, but also how right and natural, and good. Goddamn did it feel good.
Your daydreams are shattered as you hear the sounds of a key card slide into and out of the door, the door opening, and then closing softly. Fear grips you. You realise it could be anyone, and you’re sat there, nearly naked, blindfolded, and vulnerable. In near panic, you hand comes up to remove the blindfold. “Now, now. We don’t want to start this off on the wrong foot do we sweetheart?” You freeze as I speak, and relax as you recognise my voice, your hands falling away from the blindfold and your face. You place them on your thighs, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You can hear me walking in front of you, feel my footsteps in the floor, but the blindness is leaving you in a state of suspense. I tell you to stand up for me, which you do, nervousness making you gasp slightly as you feel my hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you around. You remember how you look in the mirror, and embracing your confidence, speak up.
“Do you like what you see, Sir?”
I sigh, all but taking in the view of your sublime body, as tantalising and erotic as the first time I laid eyes on you.
“Oh I do baby girl. But we had an agreement, didn’t we? I gave you clear instructions.”
Suddenly your heart is in your throat. In your excitement, you forgot one of the rules for tonight. No speaking, no sounds, only safewords. You open your mouth to apologise, but you feel my finger across your lips. “Shhh. It’s too late. You broke a rule didn’t you? And you know what happens to naughty girls who break rules?” You can’t stop your lips from pouting, more in frustration with yourself than concern for your punishment. My hand gently strokes your hair, before pulling it tight at the top of your head. You want to cry out at the suddenness of the pain, but you force yourself to stay silent. Guiding you by your hair, I stand you up, walking you to the middle of the room. I let go and grab you by the wrists, lifting them over your head. I tell you to hold them there, and you hear the hiss and slapping sound of what you assume to be my belt sliding out of the trouser loops. You’re close enough that you can smell me now, the smell of my body mixed with scent of my cologne fills your lungs in a heady combination. You feel warm leather wrapping round and round your wrists, binding them together, and then they are hooked to something above you. You didn’t see anything earlier, but now you feel tied into position, arms strapped up overhead. You wander for a moment how this is a punishment, before my hand comes down hard on your ass, the crack of the spank fills the room as the pain flashes across your body, instantly replaced by the hot glow of the aftershock and endorphins rushing to supress the soreness. Your knees go weak, and you hang from your wrists, half fighting them, half relishing the feeling of being trapped. In the darkness of the blindfold, the pain and flush feels sharper, heightened, exquisite. You can hear my voice, gently whispering next your ear, “I wanted this to be a nice night for both of us, I wanted us to have fun. But you had to be naughty didn’t you?” I spank you again, as hard as the first before you can nod in agreement. Through the pain and sightless confusion, you realise just how much you love this. Being totally under the control of another, their plaything, their sex toy. You nod your head, biting your lower lip to ensure your own silence. As I spank you again across your bare naked ass, you feel the aching lust take a hold of your body, as if an inner slut is taking control of your mind and your pussy. You can feel your wetness between your thighs, almost slick as you wriggle and squirm, fighting your binds even as you yearn for more punishment. Did you really forget not to speak? Or did your inner slut do that for you? I spank you again, harder now, and you can feel the sore hand prints forming on your flesh, hoping internally that these won’t be the only ones of the night. You struggle to compose yourself in the darkness, finally managing to control your legs, and stand up straight beneath your binds. Without thinking, you curve your ass out to me, as if offering it to me for more. Not one to miss the opportunity, I spank you again. “Good girl.” I tell you, admiring your sexy ass, now covered in large red hand prints. “Learn to take your punishment.” I spank you one last time for emphasis, and admire your ability to control yourself. Unhooking your arms from overhead, I step back, and give you a moment. In the darkness, you stand alone, breathing a bit heavier than usual, the sensations of soreness from your shoulders and ass blending with the pleasure of being spanked and the joy of surrendering yourself, all heightened by the soft silk blinding your beautiful eyes.
You tilt your head towards the sounds of clothing being removed as I remove my jacket, loosen off my tie and undo my collar, taking my time to roll my sleeves up, savouring the tease. You listen intently as I walk across the room, trying to guess what I’m doing as I rummage through my bag. You hear some kind of liquid, and the snap of a lid opening and quickly closing again. I rub my hand together as I manoeuvre behind you, lower the delicate shoulder straps of your bra, and begin rubbing oil into your skin. It takes you a moment to recognise the sensations, but you relax into it as you do, feeling me firmly but gently massaging your shoulders, slowly rubbing the soreness out of your muscles. I take my time, working from your neck down, and back up. I press into the muscles of your back and shoulders with my hands, their roughness contrasting against the softness of your skin and the oil working into it. Using both hands now, I massage more oil down your left arm, delicately massaging your hand, before doing the same on the right. With nothing to see and almost no sound, your mind focuses on the sensations of my touch, and you feel a sense of intimately enchanting relaxation fill you. I continue to work, spreading the oil down your back, releasing pressure in your spine, then round your waist and stomach. Next my hands move below your garter belt, and begin rubbing oil into the sore skin of your beautiful ass. The gentle massaging soothes the raw flesh, and makes you ache for more. Your hips want to move, to push your ass towards me for more, but you fight your instinct and hold still for me. When you feel my hand slide into your bra though, this becomes almost impossible. The feeling of my hand gently cupping and playing with your breast, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, teasing your nipple, making it rock hard and aching for something more, has you almost whimpering. You fight to control yourself. As good as the spanking was, this feels so much better in this moment, and you don’t want it to end. I pull my hand away and you immediately resent its absence, even for just one moment, before I resume massaging your other breast, repeating he same teasing, your mind delighting in every sensation, absorbed by my touch and aware of nothing else. You can feel my other hand on your stomach, pulling you into me behind you, our bodies pressing together, before sliding down towards your clit, brushing over it, and slowly circling it.
You can hear me breathing close to your ear, feel the warmth of my body against you, the firmness of my chest and arms holding you in place, and almost taste the raw sexual energy in the air. “Isn’t this so much better when you’re a good girl for me?” I whisper, my fingers continuing to trace delicate trails up and down your pussy, teasing your clit, sliding between your labia, repeatedly on the edge of sliding inside you, always teasing, never quite satisfying. You nod you head in eager agreement. “Good, because you know what good girls get?” I reply. You try to thrust your hips gently towards my hand, urgently trying to satisfy the aching deep inside you, shaking your head in response. “Do you want to know what I have planned for you my sweet little slut?” Eagerly nodding your hear, you bite your lip, relishing the tease as much as you hate it prolonging your satisfaction. “First I’m going to force you down to your knees, feed my cock down your throat, and make you blow me. If you do a good job, you might make me face fuck you.” The thrill of having your mouth used for my pleasure sends shivers through your body, elevating the sensations from my fingers, making the ache inside you burn more intensely. “Then when I’m done with that, I’m going to bend you over the end of the bed, and fuck you hard from behind. When I’m ready to cum, I’m going to put you on your back, lift your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you deep until I’m ready to pull out and cover you in my cum like the slut you are.” You’re panting now, the images in your mind making you shudder in anticipation. “But first, I’m going to slide my fingers inside you and make you cum for me.” As I say this, you feel my finger, already slick with your wetness, slide easily into your hungry pussy, quickly followed by another. Your knees start to go weak, you lean on me for support, unable to do anything but let the burning ache build inside you. I hold you up, finger fucking your tight twat, watching you squirm and quiver, my cock hard and ready for you. “Cum for me whore, cum right now” I growl, and on command, your body explodes with orgasm. Completely lost in your ecstasy, you forget our rules, and let out a long moan of lust and satisfaction, whimpering as you let it reverberate around you, my fingers slowing now. You begin to feel the force of your orgasm subside, finally starting to catch your breath again, when you feel my hand forcing you bodily down onto your knees. Your mouth waters as it opens in anticipation, hearing the fly of my trousers coming undone. With one hand on the back of your head, I guide my cock to your lips, and eagerly you start to suck my cock.
After playing with you, touching you and teasing you for so long, it feels so good to have your mouth around the hardness of my cock. I’m so hard and swollen for you, and feeling your lips and tongue working to please me is only making it harder. Blindfolded and wrist-bound, the only thoughts in your head are of sucking my cock, and using your mouth to make me feel as good as you did moments ago. You’re lost in your role as my sub, eager only to please, but also enjoying your power over my cock, loving the sensations of heat and soft stiffness on your tongue, the taste of my manhood on your tongue, my gasps and moans driving you to redouble your efforts. The hand on the back of your head starts guiding you with more force, my hips start thrusting you meet your mouth. My moans are getting louder, my needs to use you taking over. You feel both my hands on your head now, holding you in place, as I begin to thrust down your throat and face fuck you. You give up completely, allowing me to use you as my fuck toy, feeling cheap, dirty, slutty, and sexy all at once, and loving every moment. I can feel my cock beginning to swell, twitching against my will, pleasure building. But I’m not done with you yet. It takes a force of effort, but I pull my cock free from your mouth. You gasp for air, taking long deep breaths in, saliva flowing off your chin and onto your chest as you exhale. It takes me a moment to pull back from the edge, letting the pleasures subside for a moment, but instantly wanting more. I lift you up and throw you onto the bed.
In the blackness of your blindfold, dizzy from being face fucked and slightly cock drunk, you feel like your falling. The soft surprise of the mattress sharply wakes you up, snapping you back to reality. You find yourself bent over, head and chest on the bed, arms stretched out in front of you still bound together, and your feet on the floor. Without being told, you lift your ass up and spread your legs. I look down at you and smile, stripping my clothes off behind you, letting you wait. You lie there like a good girl and wait, eager for me to touch you again. With your ass up in the air, I can’t resist giving it a spank, the crack and the pain shocking you for a moment before the pleasure returns. I slide the tip of my swollen cock up and down your pussy, soaking it with your wetness. As much as I want to tease you, I need to fuck you. You let out a long moan of pleasure and gratification as I slide effortlessly into you, stretching you round the thickness of my cock and pushing deep inside you. This alone almost pushes you over the edge, but you manage to hold yourself back from cumming. You dig your fingers into the covers and hold onto them tight, as if for dear life. But when you feel my hands on your hips, and my cock start to thrust deep inside you and slide out. You can’t hold back. You start moaning and cumming loudly as I fuck you, your twat clenching me tight, wetness almost flowing from you, covering my cock, my balls, our thighs. Your cries of orgasm only spur me on, and I fuck you harder still. The feeling of my grabbing you with my powerful hands, using your body, making you powerless, using you as my sex toy. Even as you struggle to control your breathing, you can feel another orgasm building. I’m losing myself to lust, fucking you deep and raw. You feel so good, and using you like this turns me on so much. I grab a shoulder of yours and lift you up slightly, one hand still on your hip, using my grip to pull you onto my thrusting cock and fuck you harder still. You barely notice though, as you’re lost in your own world of darkness, the third orgasm of the night exploding, only the feeling of being fucked breaking into your delirious world of pleasure.
Without warning, I pull out and roll you onto your back. Your breath is ragged as you lie on your back, slowly floating back down from the clouds. You’re aware of me climbing onto the bed over you, my hands undoing the belt around your wrists, undoing your bra and pulling it off of you, but surprised when you feel me pull the blindfold off of your face. We look deeply into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. Instinctively, you open your legs to me, and my body moves between them, my cock finding your pussy and sliding into you as you push up to meet it. My lust for you is consuming. I want every part of you. Our eyes are locked together as we fuck, your legs wrapped around my waist, my hands all over your body. I can’t help but run my hands all over you, pulling you tight to me, fondling your breasts, grabbing your ass. You feel so good, I know I’m not going to last much longer. I pull you to the edge of the bed and lift your legs up, placing them over each shoulder. I lean towards, my cock penetrating you once more, this time sliding so deeply inside you. The sensation of being fucked so deep, so full, and being finally able to see me as I use you begins to overwhelm you. Your legs begin to shake as you cum again, this time from somewhere implausibly deep within you, an orgasm consuming both body and soul. Without even a whimper, I watch you as you vanish into eye-rolling ecstasy, shaking and quivering, your pussy clenching me with tight, delirious contractions. It’s too much for me. My balls tighten as my cock begins twitching, swelling as my own orgasm finally crashes over me and through me. I’m barely able to pull my cock out in time as it explodes, pumping waves of bliss all over my body and thick loads of cum all over yours.
I’m barely conscious enough to throw myself down onto the bed next to you without landing on you. We lie there, for a moment or ten, a sweaty tangle of limbs, breathing hard, covered in each other’s cum, lost in our delirium. After a moment, I look over at you, sweeping the hair from your face delicately with a finger. You look up at me with those beautiful eyes, and whisper, “Thank you, Sir”.
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