H's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 2

... have been pretty freaked out. Still she almost smiled as he fastened it around her neck, sliding a finger between it and her throat to make sure that it wasn't too tight. "I'd like you to see how you look all cuffed up, my little sweet one. Please go to the mirror." She crawled to the mirror and looked at herself. The contrast of the dark leather against her pale skin was striking and, well, damned sexy if she was willing to admit it to herself. He called some of the positions to her and she kept looking at herself in the mirror, checking to make sure she was doing them exactly as he had instructed earlier. "Very good, my little sweet one. Now, up on the bed with you." She crawled to the bed and climbed up on it, staying on her hands and knees. He brought some short straps with him and used them to attach her wrists to her ankles, putting her face down on the mattress with her, as he called it, "cute little bottom" sticking up in the air. It was a little embarrassing but that just made it more exciting to her. He caressed and stroked her skin and slipped his hand between her legs for a while in silence and then, quite suddenly, slapped her "cute little bottom" quite hard making her yelp. He chuckled. "That was so adorable, let's see if we can't make you do that again." He spanked her again and, though she tried to keep quiet, she yelped again. He kept at it, obviously very amused with himself when he made her flinch or cry out. She was concentrating so hard on staying still ...

... and quiet that it was a while before she realized how hot and sore her ass (in this condition, that's the name it deserved) had become and, somewhat to her surprise, how much she enjoyed it. The same, however, could not be said for the wooden paddle or the cane he used on her next. Those HURT. And he made it more difficult for her to keep quiet when he had her count the strokes and thank him after every ten. Still, he did check in with her often, making sure she was still present and remembered her safe words. This, and the frequent gentle touches and stroking between her legs made the pain easy to deal with. "I'm very proud of you, my little sweet one. You took that so well," he said as he rubbed cool lotion on her reddened flesh. She sighed a very contented sigh both from the lotion and the compliment. He moved the straps from her ankles to the back of her waist and she heard him undoing his pants and felt him climb on the bed behind her. Thank God, she thought, she had been so wet for so long that it was starting to drip down her thighs. Finally, she'd get some relief. He moved behind her and slid his thick, hard cock between her legs and... no, no, please. He was just sliding it back and forth outside her, slowly, teasing her terribly. She felt so desperate and frustrated that she let out a pathetic little whimper which he, of course, heard. "You have something to say, my little sweet one?" he asked, continuing the slow motion tormenting. All she could do was moan and pant ...