After beginner's night IV - Sex Stories

After beginner's night IV

... nothing on. Then I want you to assume your position on that cushion, over there.” He instructed, signalling a brown cushion near the entrance. “My position, Sir?” she asked. “Yes, pet, on your knees, head and eyes down, ass cheeks over your legs, hands together behind your straight back, poking out those gorgeous breasts for me.” He explained, caressing them over her clothes. “You will wait for me there, and I want you to take that time to go through all this and if you want to call it off, just tell me so when I come back, ok?” “Yes, Sir!” He laid a gentle kiss over her lips and left the room. She took out all her clothes and folded them over a chair. Then she walked to the cushion and stared at it for a few seconds. Sighing she took the instructed position while muttering to herself. “God, this is so ridiculous!” but even as the words came out of her mouth, the feeling of ridiculousness never came. She didn’t feel ridiculous, she felt anxious, excited, and a bit scared too, since she had no idea what he was going to do to her, but surely, not ridiculous. She could picture her image in her mind, totally naked, on her knees, her head down, hands behind her back… it felt so good, so right. Her mind wandered around millions of possibilities of what was going to happen when he walked in that door, that time seemed to fly by. A few minutes after, the door finally opened up and he entered. She felt the urge to lift her head and look at him, but she struggled to stay still. She had ...

... broken enough rules for one night. She heard his footsteps on the floor and soon he was standing in front of her, his bare feet, his legs encased in black leather pants. “You have no idea how much it means to me to see you here, like this, pet!” his husky voice flooded with emotion. One of his fingers went under her chin and lifted it up for his eyes to meet hers, and she could now see his powerful chest naked. She smiled, pleased with his words. “Get up, please!” he ordered, helping her up. When she was standing in front of him, he turned her around and with gentle moves, he braided her hair, securing it with a rubber band. When he was done, he turned her around to face him. “Good!” He then took several minutes to examine the almost faded ligature marks from the ties the Russian had put on her, around her breasts. “Does it still hurt, pet?” he asked caressing it lightly. “No, Sir!” she answered, already aroused by his touch. “Before we proceed to your punishment, I want to put some ropes on you. So, I need you to stay still. It will be almost the same ties I did to you the night we met.” He explained. “Just tell me if it hurts you in any way.” “Yes, Sir!” she nodded feeling as if an iron band was wringing her guts of pure emotion. He left her there and went to one of the cabinets and took out from one of the drawers a red rope. “I just love the contrast of this colour against your pale skin!” he said when he returned next to her. “Please, raise your hands, shoulder high and ...