A shiver runs through your body.
Whether to do with the temperature, or your nerves, you are unsure. Underneath your heavy coat, you wear the stockings and the slip you’ve been instructed to wear. There is no sound except the light rain, and the clip of your heels on the pavement. You approach a nondescript black door, windowless, and no visible signage.
Shaking, you manage to press the buzzer and await entry, your stomach churning with anticipation of the night ahead of you. There is a loud click and an automated system opens the door, and you nervously step inside. As soon as you enter the building, the door swings closed with a bang. You take a deep breath…no time to turn back now.
You continue down a short, dimly lit passageway until you come to a second door. Here you wait, following the instructions given to you before you left home. The door opens and a masked figure steps through. Not a word is said as he removes your coat and steps back to take in the sight of you standing there. Your body completely visible through the slip, nipples standing to attention due to the chill in the air. You suddenly feel very vulnerable and can feel yourself blushing.
There are a number of pieces of furniture unlike anything you’ve seen before. You are led to a four-legged contraption standing in the middle of the room, and are instructed to straddle it. Nervously, you do as you’re asked. Without hesitation, your wrists and ankles are secured with straps, one after the other, to the bottom of the legs, leaving you bent over and exposed.
Seemingly satisfied with what he sees, the figure takes something black from his pocket. As he approaches you, you realize it is a leather collar and leash…the kind used on a large dog. Silently, he fits the collar snugly around your neck.
You wince as the stranger makes a show of checking your collar, and then removes his belt.
“Now will you be a good girl or do I have to gag you?” he asks. You remain silent. The stranger disappears from your view and you feel a shiver pass through you.
Suddenly it comes. The crack of leather across your buttocks. The pain is immediate and you let out a whimper. You almost forget your earlier instructions but manage a mumble.
“One. Thank you, Sir.”
Seconds pass, allowing the pain to subside to an ache before a second blow comes. “Crack!”
“Two. Thank you, Sir,.” you manage between gritted teeth.
The pattern continues until you have taken twenty strokes. The crack of the leather followed by the explosion of pain. Your cheeks are soaked with tears, yet you manage to thank the stranger for the twentieth stroke, and suddenly there is a cooling feeling as an ice pack is pressed against your behind by gentle hands.
As your tears subside, the ice is removed, and your ankles and wrists are freed from their restraints.
“Kneel,” comes the command, slightly muffled by the mask. You comply and drop to your knees. With a jerk of the leash, you are led on all fours into a large room. You are pushed to all fours and led on a lap of the room by your leash.
Finally, you are stopped at a wooden ‘X’ shape frame mounted on the wall. You are instructed to mount the device, which you do. Once again, your wrists and ankles are secured, leaving you open and exposed. You see a flash of metal and suddenly a blade appears in the hand of the stranger. Your heart rate begins to rise and he slowly traces your exposed collarbone with the knife, the cold metal against your skin provoking both fear and excitement in equal measure.
With a well-practiced flick of the wrist, you hear cloth rip. The slip you wore is torn away leaving you completely nude, your freshly shaved pussy finally on display to the stranger. You knew this moment would come, but you can’t help the feeling of humiliation washing over you, and you feel your cheeks redden. The stranger moves to a rack on the wall and selects a pair of floggers.
He begins experimentally twirling them in his hands, moving slowly closer to your exposed flesh. As the first contact with your breast comes, you feel the sting of the leather. Expertly he alternates between your breasts, whipping each in turn. Just when you think you can bear no more, he stops. The stinging gives way to a dull throbbing ache in your chest. You look down and see the pale flesh of your breasts criss-crossed with angry red lines. The stranger pauses for a minute, admiring his handiwork, before once again heading to the rack in the wall.
Returning the floggers to their hooks, he takes down a pair of clamps fitted to a chain. You know what’s coming as he approaches you and savagely pinches each nipple in turn. Already hard from the cold, they become even more firm and sensitive. The left clamp is applied first, the pinch sending a wave of pain down your side. The right soon follows with the same result. You feel his hand on your inner thigh, gently caressing your skin, stroking higher and higher until it touches your freshly shaved mound. You watch the stranger staring into your eyes intensely, never breaking contact as his nimble fingers open your slit and slowly creep inside.
For the first time, you are aware of how wet you have become. The stranger obviously notices this, as he smiles, and his fingers begin to brush your clit. You begin to lose yourself in the sensation. You feel your eyes close and very quickly feel a sharp slap across your face. You are to maintain eye contact, you remember too late.
Moving in tiny circles on your clit, his fingers work faster and faster until you feel the orgasm beginning to rush over you. Remembering your rules, you manage to get the words past your lips.
“May I please cum?”
He nods his head in the affirmative and you let go, feeling the pleasure break over you, almost taking your breath away. You feel your legs begin to shake as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.
And then it is gone.
The stranger stands before you, the same intense eye contact as before, but his hands folded in front of him, a smile on his lips. Without the smile leaving his lips, the stranger unfastens you from the cross and once again you find yourself on your knees. This time however, he doesn’t bother leading you anywhere.
He moves behind you and you feel his hands grasping your hips firmly. You feel his member pressing at your opening and with a single thrust he impales you. You let out a whimper as he presses against your sore behind, but are soon lost in the mixture of agony and ecstasy as he begins to thrust desperately, deeper and deeper inside you.
You feel a hand in your hair and your head snaps back. Without missing a beat, he has a hand around your throat. Thrust after thrust come before you feel the familiar wave creeping up on you.
“May I please cum again?” you remember to gasp.
He grunts his assent and you lose yourself in the pleasurable wave that rolls over you. Before you can come down, you feel his cock begin to throb and a warm jet of cum fills you.
As you struggle to catch your breath, one thought keeps running through your mind…
I’ll be coming back again.