By: Guess Who
"The rules are simple." the message read. "You may not wear panties of any
kind unless I tell you to. You may only wear bras that leave your entire
nipple exposed. When you are in my presence, you may only wear shirts that
show your entire breast. You can only wear skirts or dresses, never past
your knees. You may wear stockings, but not pantyhose. Your pussy may not be
covered. Never look me in the eyes. It is a sign of disrespect. Always
address me 'My Lord'. You may speak only when spoken to. You will comply
with all of my commands. Failure to do so, will result in punishment. If you
break any of these rules, you will be punished. I determine what and how
severe your punishments should be, if necessary. And the most important
rule, you must choose a safe word before we begin. A word you can easily
remember, in case things get out of hand and you want to stop. You may only
use the word twice. The third time will either be ignored, or you will have
to leave immediately. I want you to relax, and enjoy yourself. I want you to
trust me. Pleasuring you is very important to me."
The message was not signed, but she knew who it was from. They had been
talking dirty over the Internet for a few weeks and it had evolved to this.
She had agreed to meet him for a night, under his rules. She was nervous.
The message further instructed her to return e-mail with her safe word and
gave her an address to go to that evening. She had received the message
yesterday while at work, and her pussy had been wet since.
She returned her safe word, sugar, when she got home yesterday. Then she
went through her closet and drawers searching for something to wear that fit
the rules. She choose a white bra that was a little too tight, and she cut
the centers out so that the aerola was poking through. She dressed for work
wearing a short red skirt and matching jacket, with an ivory colored silk
blouse. The shoes were matching red with low heels. She wore the "special"
bra and omitted nylons and panties all together. Several times throughout
the work day she was sure her pussy was going to drip down her legs. Her
hard nipples brushed against the soft silk blouse every time she moved. It
excited her to think that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and
that if she crossed her legs just the right way, she'd be able to show
The day seemed to drag incredibly slow and she felt so relieved when it was
finally time to leave for the weekend. Immediately after the relief washed
over her, her stomach knotted and flipped. Only two hours from now, she
would be under a strange man's absolute control! She started rubbing her hot
crotch as she drove home. There was a note in her mailbox, with a package.
"Put these on, then drive to the address below. Remember your word - sugar.
You belong to me now, you are not allowed to touch yourself until I allow
The package contained a bright red crushed velvet dress. She held it up -
"Wow". It looked so small. It was sleeveless, with a tight-fitting bodice
that had under wires like a bra, but no material to cover her breasts. The
skirt had a flare cut, and hung about four inches down her thigh. She never
wore skirts THAT short. She felt so sexy in the dress, she wanted to rub her
breasts, and spread her juices. Instead, she looked back to the package, and
emptied the contents. Red, thigh-high stockings, held up by elastic lace, a
pair of high-heeled red pumps, and a black satin wrap to wear over her dress
en route. She piled her long hair loosely on her head and secured it with a
clip. She smiled at herself when she finished applying her makeup. "Wow. You
look good enough to eat!" She said to her reflection. Time to go...
She arrived at the address given and looked at the house for a moment before
walking to the door. It looked like any other house on the street. "I wonder
if the neighbors know what's about to happen." She smiled at the thought.
The door opened before she could knock, and she smiled, a little
embarrassed, at the tall man who answered. He had dark hair, with big
expressive eyes. He was well built, and she guessed he was the one she had
been talking with on the computer.
"Hello," stretching her hand out to him, "I'm Sarah. You must be..." He
didn't answer her, only arched an eyebrow and stepped back to allow her
entry. "Take that off." he said sternly as soon as the door was closed
behind her. She looked down and remembered the black satin wrap that was
covering her breasts. "I'm sorry. I forgot." She tried to explain as she
removed it and looked at him and smiled. "God is he handsome!" she thought
"Did you forget all the rules?" Before she could answer, he walked past her
down a long hallway. Quickly she did a mental check of the rules. Had she
broken another one already? He wouldn't punish her yet, would he? She had
broken more rules. She looked him in the face, twice. She spoke to him, and
she did not call him My Lord.
She followed him to the back of the house where he turned and looked at her
and smiled. He had a smile that could melt ice. "You may put your things
over there." he told her waving to a cupboard in the far corner. "Yes My
Lord." "Very good," she thought. "He liked that. Maybe he won't punish me
after all." She turned and walked over to the corner, walking slowly past
him. "Ummm, he smells good too." she thought. She bent at the waist to put
her things in the open cupboard on the bottom. She hoped he was watching so
he could see her naked ass. Before she could stand up, he smacked her rear
end. She gasped and tried to stand, but he put a firm hand between her
shoulders, "Stay." He held her in place a moment, "Yes My Lord."
"Good girl. You broke the rules, and you have to be punished." "Yes My
Lord." "Why should you be punished?" "I looked you in the eyes, My Lord."
Still bent at the waist, knowing her rear end was exposed, she felt her body
betray her as her sex began to throb. "And?" "I spoke without your
permission, My Lord." "That's right. I think we will go mild this time.
Stand, but do not face me." "Thank you, My Lord." Once she was upright
again, he reached around and placed a large black satin blindfold over her
eyes. "Now you cannot look at me, or anyone else." The sensation of losing
her sight was dizzying. Her knees quivered. "Yes My Lord." she whispered.
He took her hands and led her over to a large leather chair. "Before I allow
you to sit and gather yourself, I want to examine you." "I hope I am to your
liking, My Lord." He weighed both her breasts in his hands and tweaked her
nipples. Then he ran his large hands down her ribs to her stomach and back.
"Nice." he smiled. He turned her around and lifted the skirt over her hips
and caressed her ass cheeks, squeezing and pinching them. Keeping one hand
on her stomach to steady her, he cupped her pussy with the other, causing
her to gasp for air. "Mmmm. Very Nice. Very wet." "Thank you, My Lord." "Did
you touch yourself today?" "A little, My Lord, while thinking of you." "Did
you make yourself cum?" "No, My Lord." "Good girl. Sit for a moment." He
helped her down and silently left the room. He had placed the blindfold on
before she had a chance to look around the room.
"Stand up." He was behind her and she hadn't heard him approach. She slowly
rose to her feet. "Turn around and bend at the waist." "Yes My Lord." She
turned in his direction and bent, sticking her ass in the air. "Mmmm. Yes.
She'll do nicely." A second man put his hand on her pussy, and she jumped,
and pulled her skirt down as much as she could. "More disobedience? You need
to be punished." She had lost her footing when she jumped, and was now
sitting on the leather chair again. She had not expected a third person and
thought about it for a moment.
"Do you remember your word?" "Yes My Lord." "Good. I did not give permission
for you to cover your cunt did I?" "No My Lord." "You will be punished."
"Yes My Lord." She waited a moment and heard a cupboard door close. "Stand
up." The other man had not said another word, but she knew he was close. She
could smell his aftershave, it was different then that of her Lord. The
other man gently pulled her up by her wrists and led her away from the
chair. "Spread your legs pet." Tentatively she widened her stance. "More."
She did as she was told. She felt soft material encircle both ankles, and
knew she was being bound. She heard the metal click as her ankles were
locked. "Bend." Again she stuck her bare ass in the air as more fur-covered
cuffs were placed on each wrist and then the metallic clink as she was
locked. Her hands were resting on a fur-covered footstool. Her restraints
kept her from standing erect, or closing her legs. She figured she might be
able to drop to her knees, but didn't dare try.
"Very nice pet. You are incredibly beautiful. I only hope I don't disappoint
you." "Thank you My Lord. Your satisfaction is enough for me My Lord." "Your
pussy is glistening with your juices pet." "It is for you My Lord." "Do you
want to cum pet?" "Oh yes My Lord." He started running his fingers over her
ass and inner thighs. Then he pushed one finger in her slit and explored her
depths. She moaned out loud. The other man had moved in front of her and
reached under to tweak her nipples. "Very good." he told her. "Nice and
hard." "Thank you sir." Her Lord was spreading her juices around her ass
hole, "Have you allowed penetration here pet?" "No My Lord." "Good. I will
go slow to minimize pain." "Thank you My Lord." Slowly he inserted one
finger and held it there allowing her time to relax. She gasped quietly, and
as she raised her head, the second man pushed his cock at her lips. "My
Lord?" "Do you want to suck his cock pet?" "Oh yes, My Lord." "Do it." She
opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip. He pushed his cock
farther towards her so that she could take more in. She lapped at his hard
dick, and allowed him to fuck her mouth while her asshole was spread to
accommodate two fingers. He was thrusting his fingers in her tight hole with
one hand, while he teased her clit with the other. God it felt so good! She
had no idea how much more she could take before she came.
Suddenly they both pulled out, and she was left alone. Shackled and
blindfolded, and on the verge of orgasm. Unable to move more than a few
inches, she had no idea where they had gone, and why they had left her as
they did. Her cunt throbbed. Wanting, needing so much more. She wished she
could just rub against something, anything.
She moaned out loud, then just as suddenly a cock rammed into her wet pussy
and her mouth at the same time. Her orgasm ripped threw her sending her
higher than she thought possible. She sucked and bucked to try to repay the
men, and a few moments later, one shot his load into her mouth, and she
swallowed hard and kept licking to get every drop that she could. Before he
pulled out of her mouth, the second man thrust into her dripping cunt and
groaned loudly as he came.
After breakfast the following day Sarah recounted the entire evening
striving to capture every detail up to the point when the limo returned her
to her home, where her car had been delivered earlier. She had agreed to
meet with Brian again that evening for dinner. She vowed to continue her
journal with every erotic encounter with him, and it was looking like there
would be quite a few!!