I've finally gotten my boss to let me work from home as a paralegal. It's almost a raise, because after removing the childcare from my monthly bills I am more than breaking even, plus I don't have to drive to work! It's great. I put the kids in half-day "socialization" classes every day so I still have some free time.

You've finally left the bullshit of New York behind. You are living in Raleigh, working out of the Triangle, not a bad drive really to Durham on 540. Since you head up the branch to some degree your hours are your own - you are management now, you don't to a whole lot of "grunt" work and you are appraised on your performance - not by how many hours you put in. That means you can take long lunches.

During the kid's classes we like to slip away together to a cheap little motel nearby. They know us there, though not by our real names. There we are Mister and Mrs. Bellvue and they are used to our, shall we say, eccentrisities?

I meet you at a nearby shopping center, and hop into your car as you look over at me, smiling. As always, I am wearing a dress with no panties, and as I slide into your car I flip my skirt up so that my bare ass and pussy are pressed against your seat. As I pull the door shut I notice on the dash a black leather collar, like what you would see on a large dog, but there are two differences. First the entire collar is lined on the outside with a thin layer of metal. Second there is a tiny padlock laced through a hole in the collar and one of the buckle holes, so that the collar can neither be opened nor closed without the lock being first opened.

I look over, my surprise evident on my face, I suppose. Your dark eyes are looking back at me and the smile is gone from your face. Your eyes dare me to speak, dare me to break protocol as I know is forbidden, and yet the lines of your face convice me that doing so would cause consequences I might regret. I swallow hard and hold my tongue, enjoying the tight, tingly sensation filling my stomach.

We pull in to the motel, straight to our door. Evidently you have been here today already as we don't stop for a key, you simply walk around the car, open the door, and lead me into the room with one firm hand just above my elbow. I comply in silence noting that you remove the collar from the car as well as a black leather bag. Curiosity is one of my weaknesses and I'm dying to know what is in the bag but I remember the look on your face and hold my tongue.

Once inside the room I'm blinded by the contrast of the darkness against the bright day from which we have come. I hesitate only momentarily as I feel your hand tighten on my arm and lead me forward. In the dark I feel something pressed against my stomach and you say, so softly I can almost not hear you, "Put these on."

They are manacles of soft leather, with large "D" rings and buckled openings. While unadorned they seem comfortable, and I fasten them first to my wrists, and then a second larger pair to my ankles. There are double snaps hanging from each manacle and I can feel them swinging as I move. As I stand I feel you fasten also a belt around my waist, under my dress.

"Take your dress off now," you tell me, and my eyes are adjusting somewhat to the dark. The window shades are all drawn and I can hear next door a couple arguing loudly. I do as you tell me, pulling the dress over my head and as the dress comes off you catch my wrists and bring them behind me, using one of the two double snaps to bind my wrists together behind my back. You are in front of me and I quietly and carefully test the snap - I can't reach the snap to undo my wrists, and I can't reach the buckles either. Fine, I don't really want to get away, and I allow some of my control of the situation to slip away. You haven't noticed me testing the manacles, the action would certainly have earned me some sort of punishment for daring to test you, punishment I desire and yet desperately also do not want to experience.

I'm waiting for the blindfold you always favor - you like to keep me guessing about what you are doing and why. Today however you stop in front of me and I see, through the little bit of light filtering around the drawn windowshades, a glint of metal from what I now realized was the collar you had tempted me with in the car. Though you had joked about collars in the past, you had never used them on me, nor actual manacles, favoring instead silk scarves. I heard the tiny "click" of the padlock and felt the stiffness of the collar as you tightened it around my neck. It was just loose enough for you to fit one finger between my neck and the leather, if barely, and I heard you push the padlock closed, again a tiny, audible "click." I could feel the weight of another double snap hanging from the "D" ring. I'm interested, I'm excited, and I am very, very wet. This is all exciting, new, and the silence that has remained between us is frighting and erotic all at the same time.

I stand as you have left me, obediant and with my eyes cast down to the darkness that is the floor, but my ears strain to hear you. I can hear you moving, your breathing, and the soft "vvvvvvvvvip" sound of you unzipping the leather bag. I am holding as still as I possibly can and yet I must have moved because suddenly you are beside me and you speak still very quietly. "I didn't tell you to look," you reprove me. "I'm sorry, Master," I reply, holding absolutely still. "I didn't mean to."

The sound of your hand resounding on my buttocks startles me before I feel the pain. I yelp in surprise, then choke it off as I hear the argument next door pause. You've never hit me before, and I surely did not see it coming. My ass tingles where you hand still rests on my ass, your fingers just touching the cleft of my pussy. I am positive you must be able to feel the wetness of my pussy, and the sensation of you touching me sends a rush of pleasure and of desire through my body. "See that you do nothing without my permission again," you tell me, still quiet. It is one thing I love about having you for a master, you never yell, you never call me names. Everything you do is loving, even when you discipline me. And it really makes me try very hard to please you, because your dissapointment in me is far more powerful deterrent than your anger. Of course, I've never yet made you angry, either.

I can feel the heat of your body behind me, I can hear you breathing, feel your breath on my skin. "Look up," you say in my ear. I do, and in the darkness I can just make out a ring in the ceiling. There are three links of chain hanging from a rope looped through the ring. You disconnect my manacles from the snap behind my back and lift them over my head. Each double snap attaches to a link of chain, and I have to stand on my tiptoes to keep pressure off of my shoulders. I feel totally helpless already but I then feel you pushing my feet apart and attaching the manacles around my ankles to a long, metal or wooden bar. I cannot move and I cannot resist you. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as you run your hand up my leg, much like I would test a horse for soundness. In fact, that is exactly how it feels - possessive. Your hand travels up to my pussy but isn't there for fun, you are feeling for stubble, and I can tell you are pleased to find my pussy bare and smooth.

Then you are again on the other side of the room and I can hear you rummaging around in the bag again. I know things are coming out of the bag but I focus only on not moving, not a hair. It is clear to me that it pleases you to surprise me today, and I desperately do want to please you. My arms already are feeling just a bit numb from the pressure of my weight but I do not dare to complain. I'm thinking so hard about the sensation I do not hear you approach again, but I definately feel your tongue as it starts at the nape of my neck and wanders trails around my back and down my backbone. Your fingers move over my ass and to my anus, and I can feel that you've coated at least your fingertips in lube. You insert a finger into my ass as you lick my back, moving in and out, side to side, stretching me just a little. I'm loving the feeling and I moan just a little but just as I do you remove your finger. The sensation returns swiftly, though, as I feel you inserting something chilly into my ass. I realize with some surprise that it is a butt plug!

Once you've got it in I feel you somehow give it a tug, and I realize there is something hanging from the plug. You run your fingers through the horsehair dangling from the plug and I blush as I realize what you have done. "Don't let it go," you say quietly in my ear. I feel you also clip something to the belt aroung my waist.

Your hands wander up to my breasts as you kiss my shoulders and neck. My nipples are already hard and erect as you pinch them, and my head falls back over your shoulder with the pleasure of it. Your hand catches in my hair, and pushes my head back upright as you continue to squeeze my breast with your other hand. You touch the thing on my belt and the butt plug begins to vibrate inside my ass while you kiss me and nibble on my shoulders, and one had wanders down to my clit and begins to rub. I'm so close to cumming already, and I know I should tell you. "My Love, I am close to cumming." "Good, girl," you say, "But you must not cum without my permission." You kneel and slide yourself between my legs, bringing your tongue to my clit. My hips immediately begin to buck as I fight off the orgasm, but my efforts come to nothing as I cum, screaming, into your mouth.

As I settle back to earth, I feel you turn off and remove the butt plug. "Bad girl," you tell me. I begin to cry, knowing I have dissapointed you. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry I disobeyed," I say through my tears. Silence only from you as you release my ankles from the bar and my wrists from the ring in the ceiling. But you are not done with me, not by far. Now you attach my wrists to the "D" ring in the collar, and push me roughly over to the bed, where I fall just as my knees give out. Your cock is rock hard and you pull your pants off and hold it just over my face. I want to lick it, to kiss it, to make amends but I know better than to take it in my mouth without permission. Instead of letting me suck you you begin to masturbate over me, I can see the precum glistening at it's tip but I lie there helpless and weak as you rub the head of your dick on my face and massage yourself. "Please, Master," is all I can say, and you straddle my face so I can lick your balls while you play with yourself. I remember that you are very sensitive and so I try my best to lick hard enough not to tickle but not so hard as to hurt. I feel your balls contract as you cum over my breasts and stomach, and I know it is part of my punishment that you did not come within me somewhere.

"Lick me clean," you tell me gently, and aim your cock into my mouth. I take every inch of you into my mouth and lick you clean, enthusiastically enough to keep you hard even after orgasm.

You grab my collar and pull me upright. "Wash me," you say, dragging me into the shower on my knees. I open my hands showing my helplessness but your face is ruthless and as I look up you push a bar of soap into my mouth. I do my absolute damdest to wash you in the shower as the water soaks my hair and face and the lather drips from my mouth. My tongue is burning but all I can think is to please you. I spit the soap out once I have you lathered and begin to lick the soap from your cock but you take me again by the collar, pull me up, and bend me over. My face is pressed against the cold tile but since my hands are there I use them to steady myself as you thrust yourself into my pussy. You know I have such difficulty coming a second time, which is a large part of the reason you like to hold my orgasm to a time of your choosing. But I am game and I lift my ass to you for the best viewing and penetration angle. You are starting to feel wonderful inside of me and I am truly enjoying myself but your hand on the back of my collar reminds me I have been very bad. You pull out of me and wrap a towel around yourself.

"Lick me dry," you tell me, and I go to work on you, hands still attached to my collar. I get at least most of the large water drops off but when I try to undo your towel with my teeth you pull my head away. "Obviously I have not trained you well enough, dear, and you have not earned that," you tell me gently. I whimper, the only sound I can manage, and you attach a leather leash to the "D" ring. "Come," you say, and I follow you best I can on my knees. You lead me over to the a/c unit, and turn it on "Cool" full blast. I'm still soaking wet and my nipples immediately jump from my skin and I break out in goosebumps.

"Stay."

Not until I am fully dry do I hear you again. My skin has become somewhat used to the cool air although I am still shivering. You unclip the leash and sit on the bed beside the unit. "Come, my dear."

I crawl over on my knees and nestle my head in your lap, for comfort. You rub my hair, your warm fingers feeling like heaven. "You have to learn to be obedient, even when you do not want to be," you say. "Yes, my love," I reply, "It is just that sometimes it is so hard to control when I want you so badly." You slide your hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to your face, and kiss my forehead. "Stand up, little one."

I immediately rise and lower my gaze to the floor, but you again lift my chin and kiss me passionately. I return your kiss with every longing I can bring to the kiss and you are pleased. Your hands run the length of my body, warming my skin, igniting the fire between my legs, and I begin to squirm in your arms. You unclip my hands from the collar but clip them now to the belt, and push me onto my knees and my head onto your cock. I lick and suck you enthusiastically and within seconds you are again hard. You lift me back on to the bed, unclip my hands from the belt, and position me kneeling on one knee with the other leg up, and enter me while you stand. I wrap my arms around your neck for support, enjoying the ride, the feel. I hear a faint humming and see in your hand a small bullet vibrator attached to a wire. You begin to rub my clit with your fingers as my back arches.

You stop and pull me off the bed, kissing me again, hard, passionately. Then you turn me around and bend me over the bed and press your cock against my ass. It slides in with relative ease because of my pussy juices and the lube still in my ass from the plug. You spread my ass with your hands and watch your cock sliding in and out, then take your bullet vibrator and slide it into my pussy. The vibrations in my ass drive you wild and you begin to pound me, and now I cannot help myself but want to rub my clit!

I realize this is yet more punishment, the feel of you in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy but I cannot rub my clit because my hands are bound together! I moan and I feel your fingers move to my clit and massage, not quite gently enough but I don't care, the pain is part of the pleasure. "Beg me for an orgasm," you say, and I immediately respond, "Please My Love, my master, please allow me to cum, please rub my clit and fuck my ass and make me cum screaming around your cock! Please cum in my ass, let me feel you, oh, Master, oh! OH!" and I cum and I can't hold still and my knees are giving way and I feel you letting go of your load in my ass, you are driving into me as hard and as deep as you can get.

I open my eyes and you are laying on top of me on the bed. You exit me and rise, and snap on the leash. "Come little one, it's time for another shower." This time you allow me to use a washcloth on you and you soap me in return, gently with your hands and lips. When we are done, we exit the shower and you dry me with the towels while I dry you with my tongue. You smooth my hair and pull the dress over my head, then remove the manacles, the leash and the belt. It's almost time for me to pick up the kids.

You lead me to your car, the heat of the interior is delicious and I sink back onto the seat, smiling. You drive me to the shopping center and reach around your neck where a tiny key hangs on a chain. You unlock the collar, kissing me gently. "Again Wednesday?" you ask, and I nod happily.

"I love you," I say.

"I know," you reply. And I love you as well, little one."

I watch your car drive away, already dreaming of next time.