An old story M/F

[Darkmagi521]

This is an old story I've decided to pop on here. As always let me know what you think.

Previously our chap was feeling tired in a club when a lady comes over, wearing bondage cuffs and offering him a double clip to lock in place her cuffs.

He locks the wrist with the double clip, but behind her back; it's then as he takes her out through the back alley she reveals the padlocks that she keeps in her bag too. Quickly they get locked in place but he wonders if he should punish her, but with that look in her eye he decides to wait. Outside in the alley they find a darkened alcove and she stretches up on her tip toes to try and kiss him.
"Only on the neck for the moment my dear" I say to her with a wink; " I could kiss somewhere else" she reply's with a wink.

He pushes her against the wall, how dare she be so cheeky as to assume she can make demands. He looks so serious as he leans forward, she feels she may be about to get a deep firm kiss as his lips are so close to hers but instead he tells her 'don't move, don't even speak..' and she obeys.
His hand brushes over her hair, sweeping it from her face and neck. It moves down over her shoulder and onto her breast which he squeezes until she gasps. He feels her leg begin to tremble as she feels where his hand is going now..and with this he stops. 'not here..' he says and he takes her again by the wrists...but where to?
She doesn't know?

They take a stroll to the brighter lit streets in an effort to catch a taxi, each step getting quicker till they have to wait. As they wait to grab a cab he holds onto her, stroking her neck and moving her hair back.

"We'll go back to yours, as long as you have a collar?"

"Errr, I do; but there is a bit of an issue"

"An issue, something I'm going to have to spank you for?"

She blushed slightly, though she bowed slightly, her bottom trembling as it nudged towards him.
"Well, I have a few, but they each mean something different. You're going to have a hard time choosing! Do I still get my spanking?"

"Oh yes, for making that an issue"

The taxi came and within 10 minutes they were at her flat. He had to release her so she could get her keys. Once inside the safety of her apartment he takes her across his knee and slaps her on the ass for the "Issue". Pulling down her panties and hitching up her dress; each stroke leaving a red mark of his palm imprint. After the tenth slap he moved the dress back down and kissed her.

"So, lets see your collars"

She went into her bedroom to prepare herself. She came out wearing a pair of very high heels, a very tight black corset and very very small pair of pants, more like a thong...but her neck was bare.

Her hands were behind her back but he could see she straps flowing down to the floor. As his eyes moved down from her neck, glancing over her body, down her legs, he could see she now also had black Velcro cuffs around her ankles as well as her wrists...this was were the straps were attached, but what else did she have behind her back.

Still sat on the sofa he beckoned her to cross the room and approach him, to stand before him, and she did as she was told. When in front of him, she brought her hands round from behind her back and presented him with a choice of collars. She bowed her head and said 'take your pick'.

He smiled, and stood up. Taking each of the collars in turn, wrapping them around her neck and fastening them to see how tight they got. He looked at how they hung on her neck, seeing how they matched with the corset and pants. He made her stand in silence, with the occasional tremble in her leg, the heels perhaps a little too high; but they did give her enough height to have eye level contact with him.
Every time she went to say something or move her face with out him moving it he would raise his finger to her lips and count.

The final number was 11 when he had settled on a classic black leather collar with the metal ring lying flat to her chest. It was about half the height of her neck, leaving a bit of her skin visible for him to run his index finger around the top. She was determined not to move or give any reaction to the electricity that was sparking through her. He moved his finger around her face to try and get her to react. It was at the digit reaching the corner of her lip that she went to mock bite him that he said '12' and laughed.

"Yes, that's the right collar for you. What do you think?"

"I like it", said reluctantly, wondering if there was to be another number to the 12.

"Good; now for what you are wearing, it is very nice and an ideal outfit to be going out in. But I can imagine those heels have been hell standing in them for so long and you wouldn't want me to have to cut those panties off too later on when it gets complicated"

She breathed a little relief, '12' he said 'need to breath correctly in posture. As she went to untie the corset '13, unlucky for some. I didn't ask you to remove that just yet!' 'Damn' she thought had nearly got away with it!

Taking off the shoes and then pulling down her panties she asked permission to put them away. She didn't know why she had done this, it had just popped out of her mouth. He agreed and asked her to bring a hairbrush back with 3 other 'toys'. She came back after a rummage putting them into a bag and came back out of the bedroom with the hairbrush. She knew exactly what he was looking to do with the brush and handed it to him, she bent over her bottom shaking, awaiting the slap.

"Oh no, that's now 14" he teased "you should always be straight till I let you move; but as you want your punishment now for your fidgeting, time to get over my knee. But as you're in a rush to be punished I think doubling it to cover anything else".

"Is there a book of rules?"

"Ah arbitrary and unwritten, the best kind!" he said as she lay across his left knee and took the strokes landing upon her ass from her brush. Why did she give him the heavy paddle one, oh well each sting coming with a euphoria she had been waiting for. As it had came to the 28th and final one, he asked if they should make it a round number to make it all good. "Yes Master" she said, the phrase popping out of her mouth surprising her!

"Now, let me have a look at your toys and see how we are going to fasten you up?"

He put his hand into the bag and took out 2 shiny silver clamps. He was still behind her and she tried, in vane to see what he was doing. He, still stood behind her, brought his arms round in front of her and began to unfasten the front clips which held her tight corset together. As the first few clips were teased open he helped her breasts out over the top of the corset fabric, exposing her nipples. He put his fingers into his mouth to and then took her nipples in his grip, the saliva making them glisten and erect. He placed a clamp over the first and secured it tightly in place before making the other nipple look exactly the same.

He stepped back and circled her, to admire his handy work and then he put his hand into the bag for what should have been the final time. He took out the last remaining items. 'tut tut tut...I said bring 3 things not 4' and with that he raised his hand and smacked her sharply across the ass.
She let out a moan and with that he stroked her cheeks to sooth them a little. He walked around and stood in front of her again. Then he disappeared as he dropped to her feet and fastened the first ankle strap to a hook in the door frame, just as he had done with her wrist. As he stood up he had the strap to the last remaining free limb in his palm. 'who said I would be so merciful as to allow you lube..?' and he wound the strap tightly around his hand so it got shorter and shorter.

Instead of fastening the final limb in place like the others he pulled her leg up high, so she was exposed, and she knew it, and as he looked into her eyes he could see her trying to hide her fear behind a loom of defiance. When he examined the plug further he began to understand why she may feel a little fear... the plug was brand new, with the tag still on!

"Instead my dear, I think I'll help you create your own lube", he said as he unwrapped the butt plug. He then took the plug and started a journey along her body; starting with her raised leg toes, moving it up her leg. A circling action was done as it went up to her inner thigh, teasing her outer lips of her pussy. As she started to get a little moist he then moved it down the other leg, doing the same circling actions. He nudged it down and then back up her leg. This time inserting the tip of the plug into her vagina, but with a little more pressure on the pushing.

"Still not moist enough", he said and then changing the use of the plug, taking advantage of it's movement to slap her in between her legs, each time quickening the tempo. After a few minutes he tried again putting the plug further into her vagina.

She groaned with each push, going further into pussy till her vaginal juices had started to flow that bit quicker. Looking at the butt plug now less shiny due to her fluids coating it he showed it to her face. Was she impressed with what she had done, she nodded and groaned a sigh of relief. "Yes well done, although I think you've not really deserved it just yet". Instead he took the plug and placing it on her nose started to move it around her face; wiping off her fluids; moving it on her lips; under the bottom lip and under her chin.

"The fluids that is, oh you're still getting the plug"; the phase said nonchalantly as he went underneath her. He started to put the butt plug into her vagina again for a few thrusting actions and then he changed hole. The butt plug was being pushed into her anus, her body trying to relax but for some reason her ass was trying to close up. "Ah your bum is trying to fight it" he laughed. He then changed action and starting to use a corkscrew action, twisting it into ass. Each twist was sharp and hurt, but the sheer pleasure each time he paused to do another screw made up for it.

He'd got as far as the bulbous end of the plug, but he wasn't going to be twisting this part in, oh no. He whispered in her ear to take a sharp intake of breath and then started to count down from 5.

On the count of one, he slammed in the end into her ass, she wanted to yell badly but could only grunt and groan; creating loads of saliva around the ball gag. It was then the ecstasy kicked in with a wave of pleasure came through her body. He came back around to look her in the eye, and ask her if she enjoyed that? She nodded.

"Good", as he started to unlock the other clips on her corset; wrapping it off and then placing it down. He then took his index finger and from her forehead moved it down along her nose, and across her lips, down her neck and in between her breasts, in and out of her belly button, arriving down at her vagina. He then started to pinch the pink flesh, some nicely but then some with a bark to the pinch, each one of those making her jump. At the same time his other hand had started to squeeze her left nipple, using the clamp to flick and then pinch the exposed nip.

There was a rhythm, a beat to each action, for every 3 nipple pinches there was a pinch to her fanny.
He then started to vary the nipple, moving from right to left but keeping every third pinch a repeating one to her pussy. He then stopped as his hand was getting soaked by her moist vagina.

"Right then, I wonder how many fingers I can put up there?"


As he took off his shirt he walked into the kitchen. With his back to her she could see his fine physique as he hung his shirt over the back of a chair and emptied the contents of his pockets into the dining table. He had made his intentions clear and he excited her, whether she liked it or not. He turned and walked back over to her. 'so let's see then..' he put his fingers into his mouth and she watched as they became wet with his saliva.
He moved in close, so close that his nose almost touched hers. She looked away until he demanded..'look at me..' and, defiant for a second, she then did as she was told. Still with a look of defiance on her face, he raised one eyebrow as if surprised that she dare give him 'eyes' like that...and then he grabbed, right between her thighs and began to move his fingers in a massaging motion.


His fingers came back to his mouth for more moisture and straight back down to her pussy again, this time he parted her lips and felt the fleshiness inside. He brought his hand back up one last time, first into his mouth and then to hers, collecting the saliva which by now was beginning to trickle down from the corner of her gagged open mouth. His hand went down, straight into the flesh, straight inside, his index finger inside for for the first thrust, then two fingers and she moaned, he tried for a third and she began to struggle, his free hand held her neck, sometimes around the throat then changing and holding the collar, but always looking into her eyes...and she looked right back, he wanted her to see the power he had, to it in his eyes and he wanted to see her submit, to break in front of him. As he forced the 3 fingers in, and out, with some difficulty, and then he stopped, quite suddenly and walked away.


He'd seen that he'd reached her limits for the first time, he went over to the bathroom and washed his hands; a master needs to have clean hands at the best of times. He took a towel and wetted a flannel and came back to her, stroking her chin and saying how well she had done. He wiped her face down cleaning away the spit and vaginal fluids that had started to crust on her face, then drying her down. The amount of sweat on her body from the intense session nearly overwhelming the capacity of the towel.


After that he released her from the ties on the frame, and taking off her ball gag their lips met for a passionate kiss, lasting for a few minutes but flowing with intense emotions. For her it was the combination of trying this and the power he had over her that had spilled out into the kiss.

He advised her to run a warm bath before taking out the butt plug, the warm soapy water would help her take it out and any particles that come out with it could be easily rinsed away. He unscrewed the nipple clamps and took off the wrist restraints. She went to the bathroom he looked around for something to soak the butt plug in to disinfect it.
Lying there in the bath slowly gripping the plug, taking care to extract it from her anus, why did she pick that one with the extra bulb? Well it was on sale and she had been curious about it!
She wondered if that was going to be the end of the night, though her bum was bruised from the hair brush slapping. Eventually with a sharp intake of breath she pulled it out making a huge splash with the force she used!

He came in with a towel and mop bucket filled with hot water. "Ah you've taken it out excellent, tell me where do you keep your handcuffs?"

"How do you know I have a pair of cuffs?" "Well with the butt plug and other restraints I'd assume you'd have at least 3 pairs!". She giggled slightly "Yeah I have a few pairs, in the bedside cabinet, middle drawer"

"Good, you have 5 minutes to get dry and make sure your bath is cleaned too! There may be punishments if you're not ready!"

As he left the room, she smiled, he was going to carry on. Better get ready quickly she suddenly thought not knowing how she would be punished if she was late.

She quickly got out of the bath, started to dry herself and spraying the bath to make it look clean, getting rid of the foam. She came rushing out as he started to count 1, 2, 3, 4.

"So that's 4 strokes, lets check dryness now shall we" His right index finger started at the top of her hair "Right, hair wet that's a stroke!", She felt like groaning but she knew that would be a punishment too. She stood still as his finger went all across her body, each time a droplet of water came across it the total got added. With the stroking he started to see if she was ticklish, and she was, just very good at keeping it in her lips. In the end her punishment strokes totalled 11 and she waited to take them, not wanting a doubling again, she wanted to be good.

Before he took her across his knee, he got the pair of handcuffs and fastened them behind her back. Then he placed her across his knee and proceeded to slap her ass, avoiding the red marks of her behind already made from the previous punishment. He then put the other restraints on her wrists again, at different parts of her arms, using the long cords to tie her arms together so they couldn't move.

He sat down on the chair and looked her in the eye. "Right hun, I'd like a little 'relief'. How you choose to do it is up to you"


Obviously it wasn't up to her at all. Her hands were, after all, bound tightly behind her back. He sat in the chair, no shirt, just his trousers, the buckle of his belt already undone and the button and zip on the trousers open too.
She sat at his feet. Nothing was said. She looked down to where his trousers were open, and he watched her eyes...nothing was said. He raised his hips and shuffled the trousers from under him, then he pushed them down over his legs until they rested at his ankles.


She spoke 'no undies..' and she dared to smile but was soon silenced as he swiftly leaned forward, grabbed her by the bound arms and pulled her to him until they were nose to nose. She felt a little frightened by his presence at that time, and he could tell. He put his lips to hers and kissed her. Softly at first, licking her full lips and gently sucking on her tongue and within a few seconds their kiss became deep. For a moment she almost forgot her role here as she returned the licking and sucking, moving from his lips, over his cheek to his ear, then down his neck.

He raised a small smile and allowed her to follow her passion as he lay back in the chair and she worked her way down his body. She stopped at his nipples and as she stuck out her tongue to taste one he put his hands through her hair and took gentle control of her head. No guidance was needed as he seemed pleased by the pressure she'd applied with her lips and tongue to his nipple and chest.

Still with her hair in his fingers she moved her body down, his now firm cock brushing over her breasts as she made her way. With her hands bound she had no control over him so she decided to take him straight into her mouth, the faint taste of soap disappearing a little more every time she repeated the sucking action. Looking down at her, almost helpless and trying to please him, he kept hold of her head and sat forward in his chair. The gentle holding of her head changed into a firm grip as he pushed himself forward over her until she fell backwards. As she lay there half bent with her arms bound so tightly he decided to sit across her, but not to squash her.

As he knelt over her he said 'I'm not finished with those lips yet..' and brought her head up and leant forward and plunged his now very hard and glistening cock into her mouth, the strokes he made back and forth going into her mouth getting faster, rougher, deeper, and she did her best to keep up.
And just as quickly as the roughness began, it stopped again, until he was just teasing the end of his dick over her lips and then outstretched tongue. Then he pulled himself away.


Taking her chin he got her to rise off the floor to stand up, still remaining seated. As she got to her feet she decided to turn around and with her pink pussy decided to start teasing the tip of his cock. Brushing the edges of her vaginal lips upon his penis, she edged closer; each time her hips moving to a slow beat.


Then all of a sudden, she pushed hard down, his cock fully entering her pink flesh; rather than moving though, she decided to sit for a few seconds as his penis kicked in to moving up and down along the walls of her pussy. It was on the third thrust she started to rise slightly edging to the tip of his cock, his penis trying to keep up with the fleeting vagina.
She then did this a few times, sliding down his cock and as it went faster in her; she would then go back up to the tip. On the fifth time though her pussy left the cock fully in the air, she moved her back side slightly down till her anus was at the tip of his cock.


Down she went pushing her anus upon his cock, this time moving her body in time with his thrusting and pushing in her ass.
His hand which had been by his sides suddenly grabbed her ass, holding her in place and moving her in time with the movements. Their body temperatures rising and the smell of sweat and fluids permeated the room.

She was moving quicker, trying to get him to come inside her. Try as she might, he wasn't going to let her come that easily; though he was fighting himself too! She was getting to a point of orgasm, and she wanted to make sure he did too, why was he fighting it? He guided her off his cock as he was about to release himself and turned her around now moving her back to face him. He gestured with his hand to finish with her mouth.



Still arms bound tightly she did as she was told as she plunged her mouth back down onto his cock as he held it in place. But with no hands to use, her offerings of pleasure, to him, serve only to tease so he grabbed the shaft himself and began to move it rhythmically up and down with her mouth.
She could see him squeezing tightly, the end pulsating in her mouth as she sucked and licked the end like a lollipop and then plunging it so deep into her mouth she would almost choke, gagging on his thick flesh.
Almost lost in the throws of her 'job' she paused for a second, cock deep in throat, to look at him, to make sure he knew she was doing her best. As she sucked, her full mouth rising to the top of his shaft, she gave one last deep suck over the end, as of trying to get a really thick milkshake thru a very thin straw, she could feel the vein that runs thru back of his cock throbbing and as she got the tip her lips smacked off the end, she looked up at his face again, she saw him shudder and then she was taken aback by the unexpected hot explosion that splashed over her, some on her cheek and her chin, droplets over her neck and breasts.

He lay back in his chair for a second and she found herself again, kneeling at his feet. He leaned over the side of the chair and picked up the still soaking towel he had used earlier. He looked at her, places the towel in front of her and said 'get cleaned up, you're not done yet..' and he got up and made his way into the kitchen. Get cleaned up she thought..WTF!??

What am I supposed to do?? She leaned over to wipe her face on the towel as beat she could. He'd bound her arms so tightly it pinched. As she bent over she could see that he was helping himself to some wine from the fridge..just the one glass! And then she recalled the sting to her ass. As he closed the fridge door he looked over to her to see her making efforts to follow his command.
He crossed the room. Helping her to her feet he then led her to the bathroom. He filled the sink with warm water and began to make some handsoap into a lather between his palms. He looked at her face, had she been a good girl for him?? and with his hands he traced over his splashings that still adorned her body, making her clean again. He sensuously soaped over her breasts taking care to be gentle where she had been clamped earlier, being extra careful around her red, almost bruised cheeks. He stopped for a second to drink more wine, and offering her some from his glass to cleanse her mouth a little, and then he kissed her, pulling her soapy torso close to his.

He kissed her, from her lips moving across her face, up her jaw and across her neck. Down her chest, licking her nipples and going down to her inner thigh. He kissed around her pussy and then down her leg to her foot. She was blissful and then he picked her up in his arms. He took her to the bedroom and lay her down on her front and started to release her arms from the binding and cuffs, allowing them to move around, he carefully put the various restraints away, except for the handcuffs, in fact taking out the other pairs that she had.

Her doublebed's mattress had the typical handles at the top and bottom at the sides. He rolled her on her front and asked her not to move and stretched her arms out; hand cuffing her wrists to the handles at the top of the bed. Then he stood up and took one set of the handcuff keys away with a dog tag chain. She could hear a tap running and then the freezer opening and closing. He then came back to her and again started to kiss her, spending time on her lips and then moving up and down her body. His tongue licking all over her body, kissing the areas where he had hurt her. He then took the bottle of baby oil he had placed on the bedside and started to massage her, his fingers gliding over her legs, going from her ankles up to her vagina and then on to her breasts. Massaging her nipples and then over her neck to her face.


He was taking his time with her, the heavy breathing of each of them the only sound they made as his fingers would play with her, his lips kissing her. He then moved down to kiss her pussy, all glistening from the baby oil; the taste of the perfume in the oil mixed with her vagina. Licking followed by slight suction to find her cliterous, taking her cunt in between a nibbling action of tongue and tooth. He carried on, his hands stroking up and down her body in an effort to make her moan.
She felt she had to fight the wave of pulsating ecstasy that he was causing her as he licked harder. His tongue now rubbing deeper and faster all over her cervix till she could fight no more and she yelped. the orgasm hit her all over her body and she came, a squirt of fluids ejaculating from her pussy and she lay there, warmly shaking from the intense feelings that had come from his tongue playing with her.

He giggled as she lay there calming down from what he had been doing to her. As she lay there still chained to the bed he stood up and then taking some ankle restraints, chained her ankles to the bottom handles of the mattress, then padlocking her in. He stepped out of the room and left her there for a few minutes. She started to wonder what he was doing, hearing the rustling of clothes being put on, she looked across at the clock and saw it was nearly morning. She then started to panic a little as he was taking his time in the other room. She could then hear him messing around in the freezer again.
What was he doing in there? He came back dressed, holding an ice cube tray, though one of the cubes was on top and it seemed to have something metallic in it. He came over and crouched over her. Taking out the double cube, he had frozen the hand cuff key in two cubes but had threaded the chain he had taken in the key.

Taking another pair of handcuffs that he hadn't used, he fastened the chain in one cuff and locked the other cuff on her right wrist. "That cube will melt in a while, but I'd thought I'd let you chill out for a bit while I leave". With the tray of cubes he then placed it under her bum, she squealed as he left it there. He then went away and brought her back her phone.

"If you panic, then you can always call a friend, but I'm guessing you'll not want the embarrassment, especially by the time you get hold of one that ice cube will have melted!"

He went to leave, but said she'd find his number under Master in the contacts. "Oh if you fancy a next time, I'll bring some rope!"...

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Hi @Darkmagi521,
Please gender-tag the story.
Thanks

[Darkmagi521]

Hi @Darkmagi521,
Please gender-tag the story.
Thanks

Apologies, gender tag added now.

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Thank you, @Darkmagi521.