Tied to the bed..belts..begging.. [F/M] | 2016

I thought I'd preface this by saying that my Master is very pleased with the response my stories have been getting. So pleased, in fact, that he made me post another one this week before he would play with me. Enjoy.

I met this guy through a mutual friend. She knew about, well, the fact that I loved having my ass slapped until it was bruised, that I liked to be choked, that I---you get the idea. He and I called and texted each other for a few days before we decided that the tension had built up enough that we absolutely had to fuck.

As I was leaving to meet him at the restaurant (figured we'd need our energy), my phone buzzed. "Change of plan. Get your ass to my apartment (address followed)." My eyes widened, and I rushed out the door.. It was the longest ride in public transit of my entire life. I was wearing skin tight black pants, black heels, and a blue, deep v-neck t-shirt that showed off everything that I had to offer. Sitting in the seat on the subway, I crossed my legs tightly together to stimulate my clit--my thong was soaked before he even touched me.

I walked up to his apartment and pressed the buzzer to be let in. From the speaker, I heard one single word: "Beg." It was summer, early evening, so it was daylight. He lived in a fairly nice area of town, meaning that people were out walking their tiny precious dogs and out with their kids...and I was standing there, in the lobby of his building, about to beg like a desperate whore to be fucked senseless. "Please, can this little slut come up? Please, Sir?" I could hear him sigh angrily on the other line. I got louder, "Please, please, please, Sir, I need to service you...I just want to make your cock cum and be your fucking slave. Please let me in." Halfway through that begging stream, a middle-aged woman walked through the door, got out her key and made a beeline for the door, pretending not to hear. "Good girl. But take the fucking stairs. And don't you dare take your heels off." And he let me in.

Did I mention that he lived on the nineteenth floor?

After what seemed like hours, my feet were on fire, my chest was heaving.. but I finally reached his door. I knocked quietly, standing up straight, ready for him. He opened the door with an annoyed look on his (attractive as hell) face. My eyes widened and I asked, "Did I do something wrong, Sir?" He looked down at me. "You were too fucking slow." I wanted to please him, so I dropped to my knees and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, Sir." I heard him sigh, and then suddenly felt his hand grab my hair and pull me inside, slamming the door behind me.

"Strip, and then crawl on your hands and knees to the bedroom, slut. NOW. But go slowly...I want to watch your ass sway." I obeyed, and reached the bedroom, my crawling punctuated by occasional spanks. I stayed on all fours, awaiting instructions. I could hear him come up behind me, close his door, and open one of the drawers on his dresser. Very gently, a piece of dark cloth covered my eyes, and he secured it tightly behind my head. I bit my lip and my breath quickened--sensory deprivation is fantastic, but fucking terrifying at the same time. I listened for his footsteps intently, hoping for some sign of what was to come. I heard a shoe squeak behind me, and simultaneously felt his powerful hand grip the back of my neck, bring me to my feet and throw me face first onto the bed. I cried out as I felt him sit on top of my back, pulling my arms so that they were spread wide.

Then I felt the rope. One hand to each post, and then my feet, spread wide, tied the same way. I was completely helpless and exposed on his bed, and I had absolutely no idea where he was, or what he was going to do with me. The silence of the room was punctuated by my whimpers and moans. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of him removing his belt. I cried out, because I had a faint idea of what was going to happen next. I jumped when I heard his voice next to my ear, "You're going to count, you fucking whore, each time my belt comes across your body. And you're going to say, 'More, please, Sir' after each count. Got it?" "Yes, Sir," I squeaked.

The first place he started was, of course, my round ass. He didn't fucking hold back--when I felt the belt come down I screamed. The space that it hit felt hot, and stung. "One--more, please, Sir." The next came down just a little lower...right where my ass meets my thighs. He kept moving down until my legs were red, and then back up to my ass, where he stayed until I reached 19. "Nineteen--more, please, Sir."

"I'm stopping now. Do you know why I'm stopping now, slut?"

I nodded. "Because that's your floor, and I took too long to get here, Sir."

"Good girl." I felt his hand run gently over where he had whipped me with the belt, and I moaned at his tough. My skin was raised in some parts, and so fucking sensitive. My ass and legs were on fire.

He whispered, "You're doing so well so far.." and I felt his fingers feel how wet my pussy was--answer? Fucking soaked. He moaned when he felt it, started fucking me with two of his fingers. I cried out, feeling the pleasure course through my body while the pain from the whipping lingered. He worked my cunt hard, until I was screaming and begging him to cum. Then he pulled them away and stepped back. He didn't say a word, and I heard footsteps walking away, then coming back towards me. I felt him press something against my clit, and then I felt the vibrator as he turned it on. I pushed my hips into the bed, pushing the vibrator harder against me. "I wouldn't press so hard if I were you. You're not allowed to cum until I do." I squirmed against the bed, moaning in frustration. I didn't know how much longer I could hold back.

I heard his pants drop and felt him get onto the bed, his legs between mine. He didn't hesitate when he slid his thick cock into my tight pussy--but I was so wet that he had no problem forcing it all the way in. I was ready for him to fuck me hard, pounding into my little hole, but he went so. fucking. slow. The entire time the vibrator was pressed against my clit, and I began begging, because I was going to explode. "Please, please fuck me harder--I want you to cum in my cunt so fucking bad, please, Sir, just fuck me hard!" And he did. I got more than I bargained for. He slammed his cock into me, over and over, and I screamed and yelled, trying to muffle my sounds into his bed. My pussy started clenching uncontrollably, and I knew that I was going to cum any second. "Not yet, whore," he grunted, and pulled out his cock, painting my ass with his thick, hot ropes of cum. I fucking lost it--I was holding back for so long that my orgasm felt like it lasted forever.

Our play didn't stop there. I stayed the night, tied up for most of it...he turned me around eventually, and toyed with me for hours. I wasn't allowed to cum again until the morning, and my whines eventually got so loud that he had to put my soaked panties into my mouth to shut me up.

One of the best fucking nights of my life.