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Dangerous Liaison

... earrings. Nothing identifiable. He was a mystery. A stranger. He could be anyone. I already knew I was going to image he was David Armstrong.

He pressed up behind me, his hardon against my ass, as his hands came around and gripped my pecs roughly. Squeezing and kneading. My dark nipples hardened against his palms and I was rewarded with a hard pinch.

I gasped and let my head fall against his shoulder. Silently begging to be taken.

"You were right, Master Bailey. He is beautiful."

Oh sweet lord. My cock started to leak and I moaned, shifting against his hot flesh. He had a Scottish accent. Not the like the soft brogue of my dreamy doctor, it was harsh and rough, hard to understand, but it was close enough to make me harder and needier.

He stepped back a little and ran his hand over my butt. "What a lovely ass," then slapped me hard. I jerked in the restraints and groaned my pleasure. Tensing when his hand swept back again.

"Oh I don't think so," the master grabbed a blindfold and held it up so I could see. "Yes?"

I nodded clearly.

"His ass is yours if you want it," Master Bailey confirmed. "He agreed to be fucked, didn't you, Sub?"

I nodded again.

"I'll certainly be opening it up," the master promised, and I shivered. Now blind, so the next swipe on my ass made me cry out and start to pant slightly.

A hand on my chest. "This one is very responsive. He appreciates rough handling, so don't go easy on him. I'm available with any ...

... questions."

"Thank you, Master Bailey."

Master Bailey gave my chest a soft pat and left the room.

"I've been told you're partial to a good flogging. Let's get you warmed up."

I braced and took deep breaths in preparation. Grunting when the flogger slapped against my back. Master wasn't warming me up slowly.

The back of my arms, my shoulders, back, butt and thighs were soon tingling from repeated strikes. I was writhing and moaning in my restraints.

I would have enjoyed seeing this beautiful man laying into me, but with the blindfold I was able only to image the sight in the mirror.

In my imagination my tormenter took on a form. The accent softer, my brain removed the leather trousers so I could see his hard cock and his balls swinging with each blow, and the handsome face was set and stern, with a flush of pleasure and pride at how well I took my punishment.

Even as I grunted, I knew my lips had curved into a smile.

A hand swept over my skin, feeling the growing warmth. Then trailed around to my front. I tipped my head back and arched forward in the restraints.

I was ready.

The flogger lashed my chest and I hissed. Again and again sweeping my chest, abs and groin. Until I was on the edge of cumming.

I was breathing hard when I felt a hand on my skin. Surprisingly gentle. Testing the heat and tenderness.

"Good sub, well done." I preened at the praise and nuzzled into the hand that cupped my chin through the hood.

"Okay, time to play." Master's footsteps ...