I am sitting, waiting, as instructed. He has a surprise for me, but won’t say what it is. I’m so excited I can feel the butterflies doing cartwheels in my stomach. I hear a noise and look up at the door. As it pushes open I can feel the wetness of my pussy, the throbbing ache for what I know is to come now he is here. I want to jump up off the floor, throw my arms around him and kiss him passionately, but I know I can’t. If I do he won’t be pleased and he may just turn around and leave me here wanting and craving for him.

It’s been weeks since I saw him. All I've been able to think about is how I'll be able to please him when I see him again. He walks over to me. I look up and see a slight smile on those wonderfully kissable lips. I know from this he is pleased with me, kneeling on the floor as instructed, naked except for the nipple clamps, connected together by a chain and the leather collar he gave me the last time we met.

He walks behind me and places his bag down on the floor. Unexpectedly he grabs my hair, pulling my head back. I expect to feel a stinging slap across my cheek, as he shows his authority over me, but instead he lowers his face to mine, kissing my lips so gently I can barely feel it. His lips hover millimetres away from my own. I can feel his breath on my face, he’s smiling, because he knows I want more.

He gently licks my bottom lip, then takes it between his teeth, biting it, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make me wince. He pulls tighter on my hair to keep my head still and continues to alternate between licking and biting my lips.

He suddenly releases his grip on my hair and walks behind me. I hear the rustle of clothing being removed, then after a few minutes of silence, which feels like an age he says “Come here slut”. I turn around, staying on all fours and see that he is now sat in the chair, naked. His left foot is raised out towards me. I crawl over to him, sitting directly in front of his raised foot. “Well?” he says, “If I have to tell you what to do, you know I will have to punish you, whore”.

I bend forward and slowly start to lick his foot. First the side then the sole, before taking one toe at a time into my mouth, swirling my tongue around each one, sucking and licking them. I gently lower his foot to the floor and raise his right foot to repeat my ministrations. I can feel the juices in my pussy, seeping out around the outer lips. The smell and taste of his skin has my senses reeling.

His hand reaches down and takes hold of my head by the hair. He pulls me towards him, until my face is in front of his beautiful cock. I sit mesmerised by it, I can see the pre-cum glistening in the eye of his cock, I can almost smell how horny he is, he’s already very hard, yet I know as soon as I feel it, it will be soft, almost velvet-like to touch.

I feel a stinging slap across my cheek, “I’m waiting Bitch” he says. I immediately lower my head, taking his hard cock into my mouth as far as I can. I can taste him, that sweet and salty taste I love. I slowly start sucking on his cock, bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue across and around the head wherever possible. His hips are moving in a small circular motion as I continue to suck on his wonderful cock. I feel him bend forward and his hand reaches down to my clamped nipples.

Without warning he pushes my head away from his cock, I fight against it, wanting to continue with this pleasurable task. He flicks at the clamp on my nipple with his fingers, “What’s this?” he asks. Confused I stupidly reply “You told me to be clamped for you”. Another stinging slap is served, but this time across the offending nipple. The slap dislodges the clamp, which falls into my lap, and the chain linking the clamps together pulls on the other clamp still connected to my nipple sending a surge through my body.

“If they were on correctly that would not have happened, would it?” he says. I now know what it is I haven’t done.

“Give me the clamp” he orders. I pick up the clamp from my lap and hold it up for him, keeping my eyes downcast, knowing I will be punished for not wearing the clamps tightened up, as he likes.

He roughly takes hold of my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers. The pressure sends a surge through my stomach to my cunt, which is now aching and throbbing with wanting him. He continues to pinch and twist my aching nipple until he's satisfied it's hard enough, then fits the clamp back to it. The pain from the pressure of the clamp grows as he continues to tighten it. I moan, both in pleasure and pain as he continues, till I think I can take no more.

He then moves his fingers to my left nipple and proceeds to tighten that in the same way, turning and turning, until the pain makes me squirm where I sit.

He stands up and walks over to the bed, sitting on the end of it. “You will now be punished for your disobedience, whore. Come here, now”.

I turn and crawl over to him, not knowing what punishment he will choose for me.

He takes me by the arm and pulls me over his knee. I lie across his lap, arms out-stretched in front of me. I can feel his cock pressing against my belly, his strong legs supporting me and my own heart pounding in my chest.

The first slap to the left cheek of my arse makes me jump. I can feel the heat of it as the first of many red marks appear there. He spanks me for what feels like hours, but probably only lasts a few minutes. There's no pause of any length between each slap, alternating between each cheek of my arse. It feels like it's on fire and the slaps continue to rain down on my buttocks.

I try to catch my breath between the sobs that start to rack through me.

“Please Sir, I’m sorry; I won’t forget to tighten them again”.

Silence.

The slaps continue.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, my buttocks now quivering as the pain continues I try again. “Please Sir, I’m Sorry, Please forgive me”.

The spanking stops.

Slowly, gently, his hand strokes small circles across my buttocks. I can feel the heat spreading from my arse to my pussy; the pain is bizarre, all across my buttocks are stinging, burning, yet I have a hot aching in my now dripping pussy.

A hand gently strokes across my cheek, wiping away a tear, while the hand that had inflicted the pain that caused the tears moves between my thighs. A finger strokes across my arse hole and down to the folds of my pussy. His finger presses slightly, pushing in to find just how wet and treacherous my cunt is. His finger slips easily into my hole. I can hear the noise of the juices as they are forced out by the insertion of his finger.

“Tut Tut” he says, as he proceeds to draw his finger out, then push it back in again. A second finger joins the first. I groan as I feel the familiar surge of my body accepting him. My hips are grinding into his legs, wanting to help him get his fingers deeper inside me. With his free hand he moves it under me, across my chest and helps me to stand up, still with his fingers inside my dripping cunt. He manoeuvres me onto the bed, laying me on my back, legs as far apart as possible.

He removes his fingers from my cunt, which make a slurping noise as I am left empty again, wanting more from him. He then walks over to his clothes and removes something from his pocket. It must be small as it fits into his hand and I can’t see it.

Returning to the bed he kneels between my open legs and reaches out to my cunt and I feel him unclip my clitoral ring. The touch of his fingers on my wet aching cunt makes me moan aloud as my hips grind into the bed beneath me. He then attaches the ‘something’ to my clit ring and clips it back together again. “You may look” he tells me. I sit up and with my fingers part my cunt lips to find my clit ring. There, attached to it is a tiny disc on a 4-link chain. As I lift it to have better look I can see his initials are engraved on it.

I look up at him, my face beaming. He has his usual lazy smile and I can’t resist any longer. I throw my arms around him, kissing his lips deeply, my arms wrapped around him, holding him as close as possible. He is allowing me to do this and returning my kiss. It’s a good job I’m sitting on the bed; my legs wouldn’t hold me at this moment. I have so longed for the day he would do this for me. He loves to see me fuck other women and occasionally he has allowed me to be fucked by another man, but this disc shows who I actually belong to, heart and soul. I am his whore, to be used as he sees fit, to be fucked when he feels I deserve it, but to please him at all times.

While still kissing me he pushes me back on the bed, then slowly pulls himself away so that I can no longer kiss or hold him. The smile has gone. He pauses for what seems like minutes, but is actually only seconds. He then slaps me hard across my cheek.

“You know what that is for, don’t you, slut”.

“Yes” I reply. “I’m sorry, I won’t presume to kiss you again without permission, I’m sorry Sir”. “Not good enough” he tells me, while simultaneously pulling on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. He knows how I hate these clamps, yet love them at the same time. The pain of them biting into my nipples as he pulls on the chain is almost unbearable, yet I can feel that burning desire in my cunt as the juices trickle out, coating my shaved lips.

He moves to sit beside me on the bed, keeping the chain very taut and with his other hand he slaps my exposed cunt. This makes me jump as the pain jolts through me and my legs automatically close. He yanks sharply on the chain.

“Open your legs, you fucking whore Don’t you dare close them again.”

I open my legs, as wide as I can. There’s no time to take a breath before his hand slaps my sopping cunt again. I bite my lower lip, willing myself not to make a sound or to move a muscle. There seems to be no time between each slap now, 7,8,9,10, the blows rein down on my burning red cunt lips. The noise is so loud, yet it only helps to heighten my obvious arousal as the pain spreads from my now tender lips to my thighs.

He suddenly lets go of the chain and straddles himself across my face, only inches from me. His legs are kneeling across my upper arms as he gently starts to stroke his cock in front of my face. I so want to taste him, to lick and suck his cock. He knows I do, he knows how much I love sucking him, but he continues to stroke his cock, his hand gripping the shaft, stroking up and down. He bends slightly forward and his left hand reaches down to my clit ring, gently stroking it at first, slowly increasing the pressure and speed and at the same time he begins to wank his cock with more vigour.

I desperately try to lift my head to suck on his cock. Seeing what I am trying to do, he slaps my cunt hard making me jump, then continues with his torment of my clit, flicking at the ring. As my hips grind into the bed, my moans increase, as I strive to feel his wonderful cock in my mouth. His hand then guides his cock to my mouth and I greedily start licking and sucking on him.

He lowers his head to join his hand on my clit, his tongue taking over, flicking back and forth across the clit ring. His fingers move down to my soaking wet cunt and he pushes three fingers straight into me. My hips rise and push against him, small moaning noises escaping my lips as his cock pushes deeper into my mouth. I briefly pull my mouth away from his cock so that I can lick two of my own fingers. Satisfied they are now wet I continue to lick and suck his cock and my wet fingers reach around to the puckered brown hole of his arse. Gently rubbing my wet fingers around the hole I slowly insert one finger, alternating between fingering him and a slow circular motion.

His cock feels like it's getting harder as I continue to suck and lick him. His fingers push deeper in my cunt and his tongue becomes more insistent on my clit. I can feel my orgasm building and know he is feeling the same. Our bodies are moving together almost, rocking back and forth, fingers pushing, tongues licking and sucking. Together our bodies begin to shudder as he pushes his cock deep in my mouth, my hips pushing up to meet the force of his fingers pushing into me. I can feel his cum coating my mouth and throat; my body jerks as my own orgasm takes over and we grip each other, shuddering and writhing as one.

The shuddering subsides and we lie holding each other, the only movement being our breathing. He lifts himself off me and sits down on the edge of the bed. My breathing has now slowed down, but I have an overwhelming thirst.

“Please Sir, may I have a drink” I ask.

“Of course” he replies, and with that he grabs me by the hair and pulls me across the bed. My head is hanging off the side as he stands with his legs either side of it. His beautiful cock is only semi hard now, the head still glistening with a mixture of my spit and his cum. He takes his cock in his left hand, holding it just above my lips, waits for a second, and then I feel a jolting pain as his right hand slaps my tits.

“Open your mouth, bitch”.

Realising what it is I am allowed to drink to quench my thirst, I open my mouth. Slowly, he begins to piss in my mouth; there isn’t an awful lot of taste to it, it is from him, that’s all I care about. I greedily start swallowing every drop he pisses into my waiting lips. A small amount misses my mouth and covers my cheek. He stops pissing, pulls his cock away and slaps my cunt hard.

“You know the penalty for any spillages,” he warns me. He then moves his hips slightly forwards and lowers his arse over my face. At first there is an acrid taste to it, but as my tongue probes his tight hole deeper all I know is that I love him and want to show him how much. My hands reach up, pulling his arse cheeks apart, giving me better access to push my tongue deeper into him.

Without warning he pulls away, I try not to look disappointed as he watches my face.

His hand is gently stroking his cock, which is once again glistening with pre-cum. He again positions his cock above my face, I open my mouth and again he begins to piss into it. I raise my head slightly, not wanting to miss a drop. The stream is slow enabling me to swallow often, as my mouth fills with his piss.

His hand reaches down and he strokes my cheek as the stream of piss becomes a trickle. I lick at the head of his cock, catching the last few drops. My tongue continues to lick across the head of his cock, then along the shaft. I can see he is getting hard again, his cock growing before my eyes. He lowers his cock fully into my mouth and begins to fuck it slowly. My tongue flicks around the head as I suck on his cock. His rhythm is deep and steady as one of his hands reaches down and begins pulling on the chain of the nipple clamps. My nipples are aching, the pinching of the nipple clamps has been relentless since he tightened them up, but when he pulled on the chain it only proved to show how the pain created pleasure. The muscles in my cunt clench as the familiar surge of feelings goes through me; a longing for the release of an orgasm, but also the need of his torments to give me that release.

He stops fucking my mouth, his cock just outside my lips. “Turn round” he instructs. I do as I am told. He pushes my legs apart, and up towards my shoulders. I can feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against my soaking wet cunt. He pushes very slightly forward, and I can feel the head of him inside me. He thrusts deep and hard, until his cock is buried deep inside me. I can feel it throbbing against every part of my cunt. He pushes my legs higher, which in turn raises my hips higher off the bed, then pulls his cock out of my wet hole and I feel it nudging at my arse. One hard push and his cock is now buried deep in my arse. The initial pain sears through me, tightening every muscle in my cunt and arse. He is now very still. He knows I will relax and, even though my arse is crying out to have his cock withdrawn, I know the pleasure I will shortly feel.

His thumb starts gently rubbing my clit ring - God, that feels so good - and he slowly starts fucking my arse. I can feel the burning desire building up in my cunt; the juices are flowing out of me as the muscles in my arse start to relax as his cock slides in and out. The speed quickens. I want to cum so badly, he knows me so well, he knows what I’m feeling right now, how I want to feel him fuck me hard.

His hand reaches down and without warning quickly removes the clamps from my aching nipples. At the same time he rams his cock so hard into my arse and keeps pumping as deep as he can possibly go. The pain of removing the clamps, the blood rushing back to my nipples and the burning heat of his cock in my arse pushes me over the edge. I begin bucking and writhing with him as his cock pumps hard and faster into me. I cum screaming his name, trying to reach up to him, but he just pins my arms beside me, pumping that beautiful cock inside me.

The orgasm starts to subside and he sees this, instantly slapping each of my tits then my face, his cock pulls out of my arse, and straight into my wet and waiting cunt. This keeps me on the brink and he pushes deep inside me. His hands are gripping me tighter, I know he wants to cum too, I want to taste and swallow every salty sweet drop, but I will gladly take it wherever he deems to give me that wonderful cream.

He pumps harder into my cunt. My own orgasm is building again; he can see it in my face as I watch him tense up, knowing he is ready to explode into me. Once again I’m screaming as the orgasm takes me over, I can feel his cock pumping his cream into me. He releases my arms from my sides and I reach up for him, wanting, needing to hold him. He bends forwards and allows me to do this. My body is wracked with shudders as we cum together, clinging to each other, both of us breathing very hard and fast.

His lips move over mine, placing small kisses across them, my mouth so dry I can barely kiss him back. Slowly he withdraws his cock from inside me and rolls onto his back beside me on the bed. I quickly sit up, knowing what he may allow me to do for him. As I look at him, pleading with my eyes he simply smiles and nods.

I bend my head over his glistening cock, slowly licking up and down the still firm shaft. I can taste both my own juices and his wonderful salty, sweet cum. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue gently circling the tip and the eye from which cum is still slowly seeping. I then slide my lips up and down the length of him, licking every last drop from him. His beautiful cock is now totally cleaned.

I raise my head, smiling broadly and looking into his eyes which have been watching me closely. From the look in them I know he has more in mind for me.

“Fetch me a drink” he orders.

I get up and pour him a drink, handing it to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Now get one of your toys and entertain me” he instructs.

I walk over to the chair and select a vibrator from my bag; my favourite, not too hard, but it always seems to hit the right spot.

I lie on the bed, positioning myself so that he can see my cunt as I fuck myself. My hand begins stroking and squeezing my nipple, while the other rubs the vibrator up and down the slit of my cunt. It slid easily across the lips which were still covered in my own juices. My hips rock up and down in time with the vibrator. I can’t wait any longer, with one push the vibrator is in my wet cunt. I begin fucking myself, my hips bucking to feel it deeper, my hand pushing and pulling it in and out, slowly at first, then faster as I started to feel the familiar ache.

My free hand reaches round to my arse and my fingers start rubbing against my arse hole. I can feel the juices from my cunt trickling into my arse. My finger pushes against the hole and easily enters my arse. I am fucking myself with the vibrator and a finger in my arse, I watch his face as he watches me, and I know he's pleased.

I increase the speed of my hand and fingers, knowing I will cum soon - but his hands reach out and take hold of mine, stopping my self-ministrations. I moan outwardly, desperately trying to keep fucking myself.

“That’s enough” he says and pulls the vibrator out of my cunt and my fingers out of my arse.

His fingers begin rubbing my clit and cunt hole, I feel a sudden stretching as he inserts four fingers inside me and fucking me with them. I begin grinding against his hand, wanting to feel more of this mixture of pleasure and pain.

As he sits kneeling between my legs, fingering me, he lowers his head. His tongue starts flicking back and forth across my clit again, sucking and biting it. My moans of pleasure became louder as my cunt grinds harder against his hand fingering me. I can feel the orgasm as it grows inside me; my cunt is aching yet burning with the desire of needing a release which I know would happen if he let me cum. I can hear the slurping noise of the juices from my cunt as his fingers work in and out of me. That does it! I scream as my orgasm explodes through me, my body shaking as it takes over.

As the shuddering of my body subsided he stops and raises his head to see what he does next. His thumb joins the four fingers in my cunt. I can feel his hand now stretching me. Slowly his hand continues to work in and out of me, keeping me still on a high, but not quite enough to make me cum again. Each time his hand is pushing into me, it goes a little harder and deeper. As he gets his fist further into me the pain starts to take over again. Each push hurts more than the last, “Please sir, I can’t” I sobb.

“Yes you can” he says, and lowers his head back down to lick and bite my clit as his fist continues to push ever deeper into me. The feel of his tongue on my clit is wonderful, but the pain from my stretched cunt is increasing. My hips try to squirm away, but with his free hand he pins me down, still licking and biting my clit, still pushing and stretching my cunt. I let out a scream as his fist slides all the way into my cunt, tears now streaming down my face.

The pushing stops and the pain that had just ripped through my cunt seems to ease a little as he continues to lick my clit in slow circles, the hand in my cunt slowly moving back and forth.

“I told you you could take it” he says, as he looks up and smiles. The hand that had been pinning me down moves to my face and gently caresses my tear-sodden cheek. I smile weakly at him and he lowers his head to continue the teasing of my clit with his tongue. Once again my body and in particular my cunt, had a mind of its own. The desire for him is burning inside me. He knows it and his tongue becomes more persistent in its torment of my clit as his fist moves back and forth in my cunt in a rhythm with his tongue now. Each movement of his fist inside me sends pain signals to my brain, which in turn just seem to fuel my cunt into dripping more juices and the orgasm to build until once again my body is shuddering as it washed over me, wave after wave. As my body writhes around, my hands reach for him, clawing at him. He does his best to keep me pinned down while continuing to fist-fuck me and lick me.

My body stops shaking and slowly he stretches my cunt a little more as he gently pulls his fist from my dripping hole. My body is limp, and though it sends another bolt of pain though me I was too weak to protest. I feel so empty as his fingers leave my cunt and I can feel my juices running out, dripping into my arse, covering the sheets beneath me.

He positions himself next to me on the bed, lying on his side, then offers his fingers to me to lick clean. I open my mouth, taking the first one in my mouth, tasting my own sweet and musky juices on him. He lowers his head and his lips join mine in licking his fingers, our tongues mingling to clean his fingers.

He holds out his arms and I slide next to him as his arms encircle me and he says what I need to hear: “You’re my slut….. and I love you.”