For You, My Love - Sex Stories

For You, My Love

I fastened the collar around my neck, attaching the nipple clamps but making sure they weren't too tight. I put the stockings on, followed by the lace dress. Inspecting myself in the mirror I made some tweaks so I would be perfect for him. When I was happy I walked to the entrance way and knelt on the thick hotel carpet, ready to greet him as he'd ordered. My heart pounding as I waited. The minutes ticked by before his key card slid in the door, my breath caught in my throat and I could feel the warmth between my legs. As he walked in the room I could hear the smile on his face, he walked around me, inspecting me. A finger stroked across the tops of my shoulders causing a shiver to run down my back. He stopped when he was in front of me again. 'You've done exactly as I asked, good girl. Now look at me and open your mouth.' I did as he asked, looking up into his dark eyes and opened my mouth. I could hear him unzip his fly and the rustle of fabric as he pulled his cock out. He ran it across my lips and I could feel he was rock hard; the wetness between my legs grew. I stuck my tongue out to taste him, caught by surprise when he used his cock to slap me across the face. 'Not so fast, slut.' He ran the tip over my lips, occasionally dipping into my mouth and touching my tongue. I moaned as I tasted him. 'Get to work, my little whore.' I licked the head, tasting the pre cum before taking more and more of his length in my warm mouth. My moans echoed his as I forced his thick shaft ...

... as far as I could. Tears formed and I gagged occasionally. His hips started to move and his hands taking hold of my hair. I placed my hands on his hips and he began to thrust in earnest. Drool dripped down my chin, our eyes locked just as his thick cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it all, never wasting a drop of his precious seed. He pulled out, calling me his good girl and told me to move to the table where I'd already laid out the flogger, paddle, crop and cat o' nine tails. The straps were already attached to the legs of the table. He tugged on both my nipples before pushing me so I was laid flat on the table top. Methodically he attached the straps to my wrists and ankles, ensuring I was firmly held in place. He pushed the lace dress up, exposing my bare flesh before stroking my skin. Teasing me, relaxing me. I purred in delight at the feel of his strong hands on my skin. His hands moved lower, kneading my arse. My bliss was cut short when he lifted a hand and brought it back down quickly to spank me. He rubbed away the pain before doing it again and again. He started off slowly and softer than I knew he could be. Once the surprise passed the pleasure washed over me. He increased the pressure and using his other hand he started using the flogger on my back at the same time. At first it was a light sting, feeling amazing but the more lashes he gave, the worse the sting became. Still turning to a pleasure that became more intense, edging me to orgasm when he stopped! ...