Bound for Adventure

His basement was larger than I expected, nicely appointed and bathing in a warm, golden incandescent light. My feet graced the polished concrete floor as he guided me to stand under a metal ring hanging from the ceiling from a rope. Having delivered me to the appointed location Sam started going about the room gathering some supplies, a bundle of hemp rope, a simple wooden cane and hooked rope cutter.

He broke the silence: “Brooke, you’re still comfortable with the scene, right?”

“I did say I was looking for adventure right?” was my reply. It was met with a kind chuckle.

He began unbuttoning my soft denim button down shirt pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it to the side. He walked around me slowly. Was he evaluating my figure, clad only with black jeans and a dark red bralette or merely sizing the work for the reverse prayer tie we planned? My answer came when he began to gather up my shoulder length straight brunette into a bun.

From behind me his hands explored me, starting at my waist, caressing my stomach slowly wandering until he cupped my breasts in his hands.

In a low timber he whispered in my ear “I prefer to work unencumbered” before guiding my arms upward and relieving me of my bralette.

I delivered a weak reply: “Yes, of course Sir.”

Now I was fully on display, it felt awkward and exciting all at the same time. Being bare chested in view of a man fully clothed with a shirt and tie was a new type of vulnerability. But my thoughts we’re interupted, with his strong warm hands directing me once again. My arms were brought behind my back, hands positioned wrist to wrist between my shoulder blades.

He started to work quickly with the rope, binding my wrists together and moving down my forearms, tightening the rope, pulling my shoulders back which eventuated my breasts. Then he ran the rope around my diaphragm, securing my arms in place. A rope threaded through the metal ring above me and attached to the tie provided some pressure, bending me over slightly and forcing me on to my toes.

At this point Sam seemed satisfied, walking over to the bar, and pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He sat on the couch, watching me adjust to my new circumstance, attempting to keep balance on my toes, without putting to much stress on my harness. The suspense was difficult to bear, as he turned the cane over in his hands, sometimes lazily waving it through the air in a mock striking motion.

“How many do you think you should receive?” He asked.

I replied “What ever you see fit.”

Rising from the couch he walked over to me, and leveled the cane with my breasts, taking a couple practice swings, pulling it away just before it hit me. Then it came, the cane seared hot as it impacted. Instinctively I tried pulling at my restraints and let out a yelp.

“I asked you a simple question, you will answer it” Sam ordered. “How. Many. Should. You. Receive”, pausing after each word to deliver a strike.

“Thirty! Please Sir, Thirty” I said plaintively.

“Count”

I start from one, as wave after wave of searing punishment is delivered by the cane. When we hit fifteen I am shaking uncontrollably. I try to steady my shuddering breathing and keep my composure. My yelps have morphed into passionate screams as welts raise on my soft breasts.

His hand reach for the button of my jeans, opening the zipper he pulls them down to my thighs revealing my panties and walks behind me. *Thank God, he’s going to do the other half on my ass.*

I’m allowed a couple more moments to gather myself, and it begins again. The cane hits me with a satisfying snap, there’s a delay between hearing the impact and feeling the pain from the strike. I continue counting. He continues delivering wave after wave of punishment, the shock washes over me, a feeling of surrender and bliss starts to take over.

“Thirty, thank you Sir.” I say in conclusion.

“We’re not quite done yet.” I watch as he retrieves a vibrator on a stand with a metal arm. It comes to life with a hum, he inches it closer to my panty covered vagina.

“Are you ready to earn a reward?” He asks with a sly grin.

*Part 2 Coming Soon*

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