THE HOMECOMING "It had been a very long eight days," she thought as she opened the door to her apartment. Her immediate focus centered on a soothing bubble bath and what she felt like would be a three-day nap. This was her return from a week-long business trip, and although she had accomplished what she needed, she was indeed glad to be home. She noticed right away her kittens hadn't greeted her as was their usual custom when she arrived home each day. Further, the entry way light she had purposely left burning was out, and the apartment was dark, and very cold. Just as she was reaching for the light switch, a familiar voice called to her from the darkened living room. "Don't turn that on just yet." It was HIM! She felt as if a bolt of lightening had struck her body in that place only he could touch. She turned and instinctively began to rush toward his silhouette at the far end of the darkened living room. "Stop!" he said, in a tone that was almost a yell. It startled her, and she knew immediately she must obey. "But I need to kiss you," she said using a tone she knew would tell him she wasn't really in the mood to play tonight. After all, she had been traveling for eight days, and was desperately in need of rest. But she knew from the tone of his voice, rest was not going to be part of the activities tonight, at least not right away. "Fine then," he said, "It's your choice. Come kiss me, and I'll let you go to bed and see you tomorrow, or you can do as I say, and be very glad I stayed." Even before he asked her to decide, she knew what her answer would be. "Yes B-" she started to say when he immediately interrupted, startling her again. "What were you going to call me?" he asked very seriously, virtually daring her to be insulant. "I'm sorry," lowering her head in recognition of her error. "Yes Master," she corrected herself. "That's better," he said, his voice still stern, but soothing now. "How can I please you, Master?" she asked in a submissive, pleading voice. "Remove your clothes," was his first order. "Here or in the bedroom, Master?," she asked seeking his direction and approval, her head still bowed submissively. "Here," was his reply. She knew he would be very pleased she had asked him instead of deciding on her own. When they played like this, she became very excited, and even before she began to disrobe, felt the wetness forming between her legs. Although very tired, bordering on exhaustion, she knew that when he was finished with her this evening, she would indeed be glad he had stayed. She always tried to travel dressed as comfortably as possible, as a result she feared there would not be much to the undressing ritual. There would be no sexy clothes or lingerie tonight. She would have to use her imagination if she was going to please her Master. She wore a light jacket, jeans, sandals that were easily slipped off on the airplane to allow her to curl up in her seat to read one of the many books she always carried on long trips, the usual under garments, and that very special little white T-shirt. As she contemplated undressing for him, her mind drifted back to the first time she remembered wearing that little white T-shirt in his presence. They had been working late one evening when she had invited him over to her old apartment. She couldn't even remember now what reason he would have had to be in her apartment in the first place. It didn't really matter though because he had already made it clear before then how he felt about her. He loved her, and had loved her for a great deal of time. He had explained that it wasn't something that had happened overnight, but that over the course of the previous two years, he had developed an unquenchable longing to touch her face, to smell her hair, and feel her lips against his. But what he had planned for tonight, she knew, was much more than simply touching and kissing, and the warmth that ran through her body at the thought of it made her excitement grow. Her wetness began to increase as the memories of that night six months ago flooded her mind. It seemed like a lifetime ago now, but at the same time she felt as if it were only yesterday. Many things happened that night, the most notable event however culminated with her kneeling before him as he sat on the couch, with that little white T-shirt lifted up to expose her breasts and rock hard nipples. She couldn't remember the order of events leading to that position, but vivid memories of taking his cock into her mouth and teasing it ever so slightly with her tongue just beneath and below the head, cascaded through her mind. Even now when her tongue finds that special spot on those occasions when she sucks his cock, they are both instantaneously transported back to that memorable evening in her apartment. She remembered how he was unable to take his eyes off her while she pleasured him orally. When she looked up at him, her mouth full of his hot flesh, she could see his mind working a mile a minute in an attempt to make as many mental images of the scene before him as possible. She recalled how his cock stiffened harder than she had ever thought conceivable. She knew she was pleasing him as low soft groans came from deep within him with every caress of her lips and tongue. To ensure his shaft was sufficiently lubricated, she ran her tongue from the base of his cock, right near his balls, all the way to the tip of the head, making sure she left behind a thick trail of saliva she would use to stroke him. It must have been effective, because after that night he would often comment on the extremely high quality of her hand jobs. She began stroking him slowly at first and at the same time twisting her hand in half-circular motions as it moved up and down his rigid shaft. Each time her hand rose to the top of his cock at the end of each stroke, she rubbed her thumb firmly across the head, sending him into near convulsions. It wasn't long before his hips began to move forward to meet the downward motion of her hand. Responding to his movements, she began to stroke him faster and with a steady, more definite rhythm, occasionally pausing only long enough to run her tongue up and down the length of his shaft to ensure an adequate supply saliva was applied to his already slippery cock. As he neared the point of no return, she arched her back, pushing her breasts close to his throbbing shaft, and touched the bulging head of his cock to her right breast, moving it in circular motions over her nipple, leaving behind a slippery film of cum. The sensation of the slick smooth head of his firm cock sliding across her erect nipple elicited sounds of unmistakable pleasure from deep within her. The combination of her skilled hand, her eager mouth, her soft tongue, and what she called her "yummy sounds," brought forth an incredible explosion of cum from deep within his swollen balls that drenched her breasts completely. He immediately fell back on the couch, near unconsciousness, his breathing labored and erratic. She knelt before him for a few moments after, admiring the thick cum on her tits, and enjoying its distinct smell. After she finished, they both laughed, maybe a little nervously, and she disappeared to clean herself up. They would talk about that night on many occasions after that. The conversation would ultimately turn to that little white T-shirt, and how she had pulled it up to reveal her soft white breasts and firm pink nipples. The little white T-shirt became an instant favorite of his, and hers as well. She snapped herself back to the present. This wasn't her old place. This was the new apartment, and it was cold and dark. Further, her Master would require every bit of attention she could muster. Because she knew how much he enjoyed watching her undress, she decided to make the transition from travel casual to nothing but skin as erotic and pleasurable for him as she possibly could. She could see him clearly now. Not only had her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he had also moved about the room lighting several candles during their short conversation. Because she had gotten lost in the memory of that little white T-shirt, she hadn't even noticed he had placed a few of the candles near her so her soon-to-be naked body would be fully visible to him. She knew he took immense pleasure simply from the sight of her naked body. He made a practice of telling her daily her body was the most beautiful he had ever seen. Because of the way he always said it, she knew he meant it. To intensify the experience, she decided not to take her eyes off him during the undressing process. She purposefully locked her eyes onto his. Her eyes were beautiful, and she knew it. They were a combination of hazel, gold, and brown, and had the ability to see right through to a person's soul. He loved her eyes, and she knew that too. The sandals were the first to come off. She placed the heel of her right sandal against the toe of her left, sliding her foot backward ever so slowly. She arched her back slightly and moved her hips to one side in an obvious effort to dramatize what would otherwise be a mundane act. She knew it was working because she could see his eyes widen in the candle light, even from far across the room. She then repeated the act with the other sandal, only this time, it was her bare foot, or more specifically, her perfectly pedicured toes that she used to stop the sandal from sliding as she gracefully removed it from her foot. He had now positioned himself on her ottoman, about ten feet from her. She couldn't help notice he was repositioning himself in an obvious attempt to compensate for what she knew was his rapidly stiffening cock inside his pants. She decided then that she was going to enjoy this very much, as would he. The next item to go was the jacket. Instead of taking it off one sleeve at a time, she pushed her shoulders back, grabbing the jacket at the lapels and pulling it back off her shoulders. This action caused her to arch her back severely, pushing her breasts forward toward him. At the same time, she tilted her head back slightly, opened her mouth ever so slightly and ran her tongue slowly across her upper lip. At the same time she made a soft, but audible "uummmmmm" sound. He was leaning forward now, fixated on her. She knew he would reward her generously for this display. The jacket slid gently to her hands where she dropped it on the floor behind her. "What would she remove next?" she wondered. She settled on her bra. Because she had selected it for traveling, it was not a lacy one like the ones she normally wore when she selected her clothing with his pleasure in mind every morning. With a little maneuvering, she was able to unhook the bra while still wearing her shirt. Pulling one strap down each arm allowed her to eventually let the white cotton under garment fall to the floor in front of her. Because the little white T-shirt was very thin, he now had a very nice view of just how hard her nipples had gotten during the course of the exercise. Just for good measure, she ran her hands up her sides, stopping at her breasts, cupping each one in her hands and finally brushing her fingers across both nipples, causing her to shudder with pleasure. She could see in his eyes that he was beside himself with pleasure at her display. He had always been pleased with her, and she loved to please him, especially now since she had been away for so long. Next would be the jeans. She turned around, her back toward him, making sure her eyes never left him as she gazed back at him over her shoulder. First unfastening the button and then the zipper made the pants loose enough to slide over the gentle curves of her round soft hips. Bending forward and away from him, being careful to keep him in her sight, she pushed the jeans down, exposing her firm round ass. She heard him as he took in a very deep breath and held it. As usual, she was wearing a thong, and as a result, he was able to see everything. He had always told her how much he enjoyed her beautiful ass, and she was certain he was enjoying it now because he had moved off the ottoman and was kneeling on the floor directly behind her. The jeans slid to her ankles where she gently stepped out of them and kicked them toward the front door and out of the way. Although it was cold in the apartment, she was beginning to feel very warm, even though she was now almost totally naked. Without the slightest hesitation, and with a smooth fluid movement, she bent forward again and slid her already moist thong off her hips and over her ass in the same fashion. However, instead of kicking them out of the way she removed them from around her feet, she turned around and handed them to him. He instinctively raised them to his face and took in her scent with a long, almost endless, breath. He had always loved the way she smelled, and tasted for that matter. Now all she had on was the little white T-shirt. There was no sense in delaying it any longer, neither of them could wait another minute to have all her clothes removed, to have her beautiful body fully exposed in the flickering candle light. With one smooth motion she pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor directly in front of him. Now that she was fully nude, she wondered what he had in store for her. Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind, replaying virtually every time they had made love in the past six months. Each time had been more spectacular than the last, drawing them closer and closer togther, eliminating any boundary that existed between them, sexual and otherwise. When they made love, no one else existed in their world. There were no inhibitions, and they shared with each other their deepest, most erotic fantasies. It amazed her, even now, that most of those fantasies had already come to fruition. As all they had shared together raced through her mind, she could feel her wetness begin to run down each thigh as the warmth between her legs began to grow. Her nipples began to tingle from their hardness, as well. She felt as though her memories would be all that was needed to make her cum, but she knew he had more planned for her than a trip down memory lane. Tonight they would make new memories, good memories, erotic memories. Her body trembled at the thought. "Do you want to go to sleep now?" he asked. "No, Master," she responded without even thinking. "What can I do to please you?" she asked, knowing full well he would know just how to direct her. "This is where the real fun begins," she thought as he raised up from his kneeling position and looked deeply into her eyes. The look in his eyes and the intensity of his expression frightened her, but at the same time caused every part of her body to throb with anticipation and desire. She knew tonight that even more boundaries would be crossed, deeper ones, darker ones. Again, the thought of crossing those boundaries frightened her, but she trusted him without question. She would follow his every command. In an effort to savor the moment, she began to take mental notes of the events thus far. She closed her eyes as he circled around her. She could smell his cologne, cologne she had given him as a gift to keep at her place for the nights he stayed over. She could feel his hands coming very close to her skin, but not touching. The sensation was almost too much to take. She could feel the electricity between his fingers and her nipples as his hand passed slowly by her breasts, stopping momentarily, as if he couldn't decide if they need to be touched yet or not. To her amazement her nipples hardened even more than they already had. His hand moved slowly toward her already wet pussy, and lightly stroked the neatly trimmed pubic hairs. With this she let out a barely audible squeal of delight as her body was set on fire at the thought of his touch. "Who told you to make any noise?," he snapped. She knew not to answer, and took in a quick breath in order to silence her "yummy sounds." He continued circling her, passing his hands closer and closer to her body. She felt as if she would explode just from the feel of the air that moved across her skin as his hands passed so closely to her already goose bump covered skin. She could feel now that he was leaning in toward her. She could hear him taking in her scent with very deep, deliberate, slow breaths. His mouth and nose passed across the back of her neck which was bare due to the fact she always wore her hair in a clip when she traveled. His hot breath sent shivers down her back ending up in strong tingling sensations in both cheeks of her ass. This sensation caused her hips to rotate slightly and a shiver to run through her entire body. When her hips moved, she felt just how wet her pussy was. The slippery sliding motion of her pussy caused by the rotation of her hips made her clit to stand at attention. To recreate the sensation, she began making small circular grinding motions with her hips. He stopped her immediately. "Who told you to move?" he demanded in a low calm voice. She stopped instinctively. In a soft voice she pleaded, almost begged, "Please touch me!" wondering if he would be displeased she broke the silence. "Very well," he said, 'You've been a good girl so far," he added. "Go to the bedroom and wait." With his order to retire to what they jokingly referred to as the "bat cave," her walk quickly transformed into a full out run as she bounced through the dining room, turned sharply left into her bedroom, and dove onto the bed. Her head swam wildly as she tried to imagine the pleasure he would give her as a reward for her obedience. She nuzzled her face in the soft comforter and when she lifted her head noticed the room was almost fully lit with candles. This didn't surprise her because they had always enjoyed lovemaking to candle light. Even more since her sister had given her a variety of very nice, long burning candles recently. She could also see her toys had been laid out very neatly on a chest upon which she normally kept her family pictures. But the pictures were nowhere to be seen, and in their place were the instruments of pleasure they had learned to use together. Each one had been a gift from him: soft black restraints for her wrists, a mink lined blindfold and stainless steel nipple clamps connected to each other by a chain. The thought of using the clamps tonight on her erect nipples caused her to squirm with excitement as she rolled back and forth enjoying the soft feel of her comforter. In addition to the clamps, blindfold and restraints were other items such as the soft black nylon ropes they used when he felt the need to restrain her, and various electric toys and beads. She was ready for him to use all of them. Most of all, however, she was ready for that spanking he had promised upon her return. He had purchased a short black leather multi-tentacled whip from a local adult toy store called the Erotic Cabaret some time ago. He had spent the past few months making an art of using it on her soft ass, thighs, and tits. She especially loved it when he teased her nipples with it, dragging it back and forth across her bare chest, causing her to writhe in pleasure. She hoped he would do it again tonight. He had wanted to give her a spanking before she left, but she had refused to accept it. Because of her refusal, she knew he would make her pay for her disobedience. Although she was a little afraid of how sever the spanking might be, she looked forward to it. She hoped he had not forgotten his promise to punish her on her return. He thoughts suddenly returned to the toys because there was something else on the chest she did not recognize. It was hidden under a towel. She wondered what it was, but resisted the urge to look because it was obvious he wanted it to be a surprise. When he arrived in the room a few minutes later, he had in his hand a very large glass of wine. He handed it to her, and motioned for her to drink. She took a small sip, and started to place the glass on the mirrored headboard when he stopped her. "Drink it all, right now," he ordered, knowing he wouldn't have to say it again. She eagerly drank, raising the glass higher and higher until her head was fully tilted back and the wine ad disappeared into her belly. He watched her intently as she drank, admiring her from head to toe. A glass of wine always took the edge off for her, and he liked her with the edge off. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the dresser across the room. While he dealt with the empty glass, she leaned forward resting with her hands in front of her, kneeling on the bed, her legs spread wide. She looked down between her legs and saw that her thighs were already drenched with her own juices. He saw her admiring herself and instructed her to touch herself. She didn't even have to ask where. Her right hand slid slowly up her thigh to her pussy. She slid her middle fingers straight up the center, starting at the bottom, near her ass, and stopping slightly at her clit where she pressed a little harder for her own edification. The sensation caused her to take a few quick breaths, her way of keeping the "yummy sounds" inside. She felt her nipples harden, and that familiar and welcome arousing sensation between legs began to swell. She wanted him right now, but knew he would make her wait. "Are you excited?" he asked. "Yes, Master," she answered immediately. "Show me," he ordered. She slowly raised her hand toward him, revealing her glistening fingers. Without hesitation, he bent forward taking her fingers in his warm mouth. Her two middle fingers slid between his lips and stopped just as they reached his tongue. She could feel his tongue circle her fingers eagerly, taking in her flavor. His eyes closed tightly, and he made a "yummy noise" himself, "mmmm." The feeling of his tongue along with his "yummy sound" caused her entire body to begin quaking uncontrollably. She felt as if she were going to cum right then, but knew she must wait for him. He abruptly stood back up, causing her fingers to slip suddenly out of his warm, wet mouth. He was smiling now, unable to conceal his pleasure. "Are you ready to begin?," he asked, knowing full well they had already begun. "Yes, Master," she said deliberately, in a semi-raised voice. "Very well then," he said, "We will be begin." "Yes, oh yes, I am ready, Master!" she repeated eagerly over and over again as he moved toward her. "My God, you're beautiful," he told her as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Remember that I love you and would never hurt you," he said sweetly, softly, assuringly. She noted a slight tremble in his voice. At that moment, she felt just how much he did love her. The thought of the immensity of his feelings for her almost made her weep with joy. However, the weeping would have to wait for the pleasure, and what was sure to be some pain, to end. There was always some weeping afterward from the emotional and physical exhaustion they both suffered as a result of their play. She knew tonight would be no different. She knew it was going to be special. After all, since that night six months ago, they had not been separated for such an extended period of time. In fact, being apart for just a span of a few hours caused each of them to undergo tremendous separation anxiety. This separation had been for eight agonizing days. They had a lot of catching up to do, and she could tell by the look in his eyes and his tone of voice he intended to do just that, and then some. The first order of business would be the spanking she had refused to take before her departure. Without uttering a word, he set about positioning her on the bed to receive her punishment. Because she knew she had been disobedient, she did not resist. Again, the thought of how severe the spanking might be frightened her terribly, but at the same time caused her body to feel alive with electricity. Her crotch was already throbbing and her nipples were tingling almost to the point of discomfort. She wanted his stiff hard cock inside her pussy now. But she knew the anticipation would make it feel so much better when he finally allowed himself to enter her. Her juices were flowing uncontrollably now and goose bumps covered her entire body. Her breathing was quick and shallow. She could hardly stand it. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!," she screamed as loud as she could in her mind. She began rocking slightly back and forth as if he were standing behind her with his dick buried deep inside her. He had positioned her at the edge of the bed on all fours with her knees barely on the edge causing her feet to hang over the side. He gently pushed her knees apart, and when he did his hand slid up her thigh and stopped momentarily to survey her wetness with his fingers. His fingers slipped easily in and out of her. His other hand effortlessly found her clit and began rubbing it in gentle circular motions. Her rocking became more exaggerated. She bit her lip to keep from uttering any sounds without his permission. She could feel it, she was going to cum right now if she didn't focus on something else. He thoughts raced, searching for something to quench that growing swell of orgasm that started deep inside her loins and culminated in and explosions of warmth and wetness between her legs. She began asking herself questions to distract her attention from his touch and the impending result. He would not tolerate her cumming without his permission. "How many days was I gone?," she asked herself. "Eight!," she answered quickly. "How many hours in a day?"...."24!" She quickly began doing the arithmetic, "8 x 24 = 196!", she arrived at what she believed to be the correct answer, although it didn't matter really, the almost certain orgasm was subsiding. "Whew, that was close," she thought, breathing an audible sigh of relief as his hands withdrew from between her legs. While she continued doing her mental gymnastics in an effort to calm herself, he retrieved her nipple clamps from the display on the chest. Because she was so close to one edge of the bed, he had to slide himself toward her from the other side of the bed in order to apply the clamps to her plump stiff nipples. He moved across the bed, positioning himself directly in front of her. His hand rose to her chin gently pushing up so he would have adequate access to her waiting, erect, and very sensitive nipples. He rested himself on his elbows and prepared to attach the instruments of erotic torture. Even thought the clamps were probably the most painful thing he would do to her tonight, she knew he could tell she wanted them applied. Her breathing had become more deliberate as he approached, more audible and she arched her back pushing her tits closer to him. He made another "yummy sound," "mmmmmmmmm," he groaned softly at the sight of her beautiful round breasts. She didn't believe he meant for her to hear his moan, but she did. His groan almost sent her over the edge again. Throughout the course of their relationship, they had taken to referring to her breasts as the "girls" and even named them appropriately "Lefty" and "Righty." Righty would have the first honors tonight, and rightfully so since she was the most sensitive of the two. She was the nipple he bit to provide that extra sensation that allowed her to reach orgasm on those occasions when he stroked her clit with his finger. He slid the retaining ring on one of the clamps back in order to open it wide enough to fit around her swollen nipple. The soft rubber pads on the end brushed either side of the nipple as he pushed the ends of the clamp around it. The sensation sent waves of pleasure pulsating through her entire body. Her knees weakened and she half collapsed on the bed. His hand gently rose to her chin again and guided her back to the original position. He ducked his head and leaned under her again so he could tighten the clamp. He usually tightened it slowly, but this time did not. He quickly and without warning pushed the retaining ring completely up the shaft of the clamp until it would go no farther. She involuntarily screamed with a mixture of extreme pain and unparalleled pleasure. She struggled to catch her breath as her entire body shook violently. Her hips began to swivel and thrust back and forth, as if she were wildly fucking an imaginary cock. She was afraid he would be disappointed she had broken her silence, but he simply chuckled to himself as she tried to maintain her position in the face of the uncontrolled convulsions racing through her now sensitized body. Now, it was Lefty's turn. She tried to prepare herself for what she knew was coming. However, he did not repeat the exercise exactly. This time, before applying the clamp, he turned over on his back and positioned his mouth directly beneath Lefty. She lowered her head slightly so she could observe him. His chin tilted back, and his tongue emerged from his mouth, reaching for her hard nipple. She bent her arms slightly, lowering herself toward him. For what seemed like an eternity, his skillful tongue teased and played with Lefty as her hips bucked wildly behind her. She realized that if she moved her hips a certain way, the lips of her drenched pussy rubbed against her erect clit just right. He began tugging on the chain attached to the clamp now pinching Righty. The combination of his tongue, the tension on Righty and her autoerotic movements brought her back to the brink of orgasm with a feeling of pleasure she had never before experienced. Her head flew back, her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath in order to savor the moment. She screamed again, this time even louder because as soon as she had looked away, he swiftly applied the remaining clamp, even tighter than the other. The pain almost caused her fall on top of him, but she surprisingly maintained her composure. "I WANT TO CUM!", she repeated over and over in her mind. But she knew it would be a while yet before he would permit it. Even though she so desperately wanted to cum, she was not entirely frustrated by his unwillingness to permit it. After all, she was experiencing more pleasure than she had ever experienced before. And she knew he would let her cum eventually. She could, and would, take all he had to give. He removed himself from under her and returned to the other side and positioned himself behind her. Her ass was now in full view. He could also see her pussy, which was now dripping constantly. She was kneeling on the bed facing the chest where toys were displayed when she immediately noticed the little whip was gone. Almost instantaneously heard it, "CRACK!", the sound of the whip striking the soft white skin of her perfect ass was piercing. At first the origin of the sound did not register, but almost immediately an extreme stinging sensation emerged as he repeatedly swung the multi-tentacled whip, finding its mark each time. The pain by itself would have been unbearable, but the sensation she was experiencing in her pussy produced by the rotation of her hips transformed what should have been a painful experience into one of extreme pleasure. She knew her ass was turning cherry red by this time, but she hoped he would not stop. If only he would keep this up for a few more minutes, she would cum and it wouldn't be her fault. Almost as soon as she thought she might cum, he stopped, as if he could read her mind. Somehow she had managed to keep silent during the initial spanking. However, her silence would not last much longer. No sooner had he stopped with the whip, he continued the spanking with his bare hand. She did not like for him to leave marks on her ass, and usually he complied with this wish. However this time she knew he did not care if he left them. In fact, it seemed as if he were purposely trying to leave behind significant evidence of this spanking. "SLAP!", she was surprised by this swat because it was harder than he had ever spanked her before. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The intensity of the spanking was outweighed only by the pleasure it gave her. Her thighs were on fire. She lowered her head and looked underneath herself and could see the juices dripping directly from her pussy into an already growing wet spot on the bed below. Additionally, her thighs were covered in her own wetness. The motions she had been making with her hips were automatic now. The harder he spanked, the more her hips rotated. Her movements caused the chain connecting the nipple clamps to swing, the weight of which pulled Lefty and Righty back and forth. It was more than she could bare. She decided to give in, no matter what the consequence. "Two more times!", she thought, "Then I'll cum." As soon as she decided to give in, he immediately stopped again and backed away from her, leaving her kneeling on all fours, hips swiveling madly, and her body quaking uncontrollably. This was sheer torture. "MAKE ME CUM NOW!", she screamed at the top of her mental voice. But she knew he would not. Not yet, that is. He walked around the bed to the chest where the toys were laid out. He bent down, reaching for the towel covering the "new toy." She stretched out her neck in an attempt to see around him, to get a view of whatever it was he was retrieving. Her curiosity and excitement were almost maddening. Suddenly he turned, and in his hand was a black, leather-covered paddle. He showed it to her, displaying it proudly. On one side of the paddle was smooth leather, on the other were hundreds of tiny rubber spikes. She took a deep breath and wondered which side of the paddle he would use first because the spiked side scared her. "Whack!" she was fairly certain it was the smooth side. Her hips began to move uncontrollably again, faster and faster with each painful, but pleasure filled, swat of the new toy. Just when the combination of the paddle and hip motions were about to make her cum, he stopped and rubbed the paddle in gentle circular motion across the entire surface of her now bright red ass cheeks. They were on fire, as were her pussy and nipples. Just when she felt as if she might not cum, "WHACK!" again. This time she knew it was the spiked side of the paddle. The pain was exquisite! She stuck her ass out even farther, signaling him she wanted more. Shuddering moans came from a place deep inside her she never knew existed. It was clear he was not going to stop this time until she came. "WHACK!, WHACK!, WHACK!, over and over again. The sensation deep inside her was still building, but already past the point of no return. Balancing herself on one hand, she grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps and pulled as hard as she could possibly stand. The explosion of cum, pain, pleasure, and convulsions that followed seemed to be an accumulation of every orgasm he had ever given her. The forced of the climax slammed her into the bed. To her surprise, the "hang time" of the orgasm was amazing, she was still cumming a full minute later, and he had not stopped spanking her. Even more amazing to her was that her grip on the nipple clamp chain had tightened, she pulled harder, stretching her nipples as far as they would stretch. Her pussy exploded again, taking her to indescribable heights of ecstacy. As the feeling slowly subsided, she curled up in a fetal position on the bed trying to catch her breath as waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. Tears were streaming down her face. Her body was quaking uncontrollably. She felt as if she would simply die right then and there, but didn't care. In her weakened state, she turned her head just enough to get a look at him. There he was, just standing there with a wicked grin on his face. She had pleased him, and she knew it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to drift into what could only be described as an orgasm-induced coma. As everything began to turn dark, she felt as if her body had been lifted off the bed and become weightless. She suddenly realized that she was being transported to that place the two of them referred to as the "Nexus," that special place only he had taken her. In the Nexus, she was happy, satisfied, and at total peace. Nothing else existed in the Nexus except her, her Master, and the pleasure he gave her. As unconsciousness overcame her, she wondered to herself, "Is he finished.....?" When she was able to open her eyes again, she immediately looked at the clock on her dresser. To her surprise, she had only been home from the airport approximately an hour and a half. Quickly rehearsing the earlier events in her mind, she calculated she had been asleep for about a half an hour. This meant the undressing and spanking had only lasted about an hour. She quickly concluded that he definitely was not finished with her yet. But where was he? "Sleep well?" he suddenly asked, startling her. He had moved the rocker from the living room to the end of the bed and had apparently been watching her as she slept. He had taken the small soft green blanket she kept at the foot of the bed and covered her with it to keep her warm as he observed her during her slumber. He had told her on many occasions he had made a hobby of simply looking at her, even before that night six months ago. It seems he was still in perfecting the art. He was naked now, and his tanned hand had a tight grip on his rigid cock as he slowly stroked himself. She knew he had been stroking himself as she laid sleeping. The thought of him pleasuring himself while watching her sleep caused her to tingle all over. "I can't believe it's only been such a short time since I came home. I feel like I've been asleep for hours." she answered. "Good," he said, "You're going to need your strength." He then instructed her to sit up in bed and remove the blanket so he could see her beautiful body again. She immediately complied. Even though she had experienced the most mind altering orgasm possible just thirty minutes ago, she was ready to go again, but this time she knew he would cum too. As she sat up in bed, the candle light flickered and reflected off every inch of her glistening skin. She was indeed beautiful, and, he believed, a prize worthy of worship. As he stared at her, he began to stroke his cock rhythmically again, using slightly more force than he had been when she first awoke. She could see a small drop of cum glistening on the tip of the swollen head of his dick. He then spread his legs in order to allow her to see him better as he continued to jack off. At the same time he lightly stroked his balls with his other hand. She knew the combination of the two activities were causing him to experience a tingling sensation deep within his groin. She could also hear his soft moans as their eyes fixed on each other. She immediately felt a rush of wetness come from between her legs. That warm familiar sensation caused her to want him inside her, and soon. He pointed to the corners of the bed. It was only then she realized how busy he had been while she slept. The soft black nylon ropes had been securely anchored to the four corners of the bed. The familiar loops were placed neatly on each corner. He motioned for her to put her hands and feet in each loop respectively. She immediately complied. When she was spread eagle on the bed, he finally loosened his grip on his cock, and moved toward the bed. He had always been very handy with ropes and knots. She knew he had been a Boy Scout at one time, and almost laughed out loud at the thought of how horrified his scoutmaster would be to see his skills put to this particular use. He moved toward her and placed a small throw pillow under her ass to increase the angle of her pussy, allowing him easier access to her. Then, with a few quick jerks of the cords, she was stretched across the bed, barely able to wiggle at all. I'm going to cum three times before I let you go," he said. "Once in your mouth, once in your pussy, and then finally in your ass. You may cum with me when I come in your ass, but not before. Do you understand?" It was more of an order than a question. "Yes, Master," she softly replied. She was eager for him to begin. She was hungry for the taste of his cum, the feel of his throbbing cock in her tight pussy, and the sensation of his release in her ass as she came. He was really going to reward her this time. "Maybe I should go away more often?" she pondered, and just as quickly dismissed the thought. No matter how good the reunion sex was, it did not compare to the joy they experienced from simply being a part of each other's everyday lives. "I won't take long to cum in your mouth," he said, adding that it was likely to be a large amount, seeing as he had not cum in eight days. He usually came every day. She saw to that. He warned her of the impending volume of cum so she could prepare herself to take the entire warm, sticky load down her throat. "What will you do with it when I give you my cum?" he asked. "Swallow it....every drop...gladly, Master," she answered. She meant every word. She was ready. He began by kneeling beside her on the bed, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it gently. He made sure to squeeze the shaft tightly as his hand rose to the top of his cock, ensuring that a generous supply of cum would be present when he touched her mouth with the head of his dick for the first time. She could see the cum forming on the end of his engorged cock, and squirmed with pleasure as her willing mouth instinctively moved toward him. She stuck out her slender tongue and met the tip of his cock immediately. What had now become a large drop of cum on the tip of his dick transferred immediately to her tongue. Her eyes closed as she took the cum into her mouth to savor the flavor of her master's juices. The effect caused her to gasp in order to catch her breath. She wanted all of his cum, and she wanted it now. Without mercy, he placed his hand on the back of her head and simultaneously shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. Her tongue immediately found that spot she had discovered on the special night in her apartment six months previous. He was right, she knew it wouldn't take long, he was excited to the point of no return already. He began thrusting harder and deeper as he neared orgasm. She felt every muscle associated with his cock tighten. The head swelled even more than it had already. He plunged deep into the back of her throat, arched his back, grabbed two handfuls of her beautiful dark hair, and released more cum than she would ever have believed possible. His long slow plunges into her warm wet mouth turned into short jerky motions as he tried to catch his breath and maintain balance at the same time. Each jerk supplied that much more cum to the already immense load she had just taken. In the past she had some problems swallowing large loads of cum, but not this time. Her body began convulsing as she greedily slurped every drop he could give her. She pulled helplessly at the restraints, trying with all her might to grab his cock with her hands. Even after his balls had been drained, she tried to milk his shaft for more with her mouth and lips, savoring each precious drop. Her tongue instinctively found that special spot again, but the extreme sensitivity was more than he could bear. He collapsed on the bed beside her, his head near her feet, laying on his side facing her. Her tongue searched the inside of her mouth for every drop of his juice she could find. She was unwilling to let the flavor of his cum go so quickly. In her desire to hold onto the moment, she gazed at his spent body as he laid beside her. She noticed tiny spasms running through him. Even though she was tightly bound, she had a perfect view of his cock. It was glistening with a combination of her saliva and his cum. It was still as hard as it had been all evening and the throbbing caused it to bounce up and down with every small convulsion he experienced. The sight of his swaying cock made her want him inside her. She knew that once he was inside her, it would take a while for him to cum again because of the magnitude of his first climax. Surprisingly, it was only moments before his hot sweaty body was on top of her, pressing down in an effort to touch as much of her skin with his as possible. She took in as much of his scent as she could with long deep breaths. She loved the feel and smell of her Master, but because she was still bound, she was unable to take him in her arms, although she wanted to very badly. He pushed himself up off her body with his strong arms and placed his hands next to her shoulders. They stared deeply into one another's eyes, and as they did, his cock probed the exterior of her pussy with the aid of small back and forth movements of his hips. The still wet head of his cock rubbed gently against her engorged clit. She was unbelievably wet. Her thighs were slippery from her own juices, and she laid in a virtual puddle of her own cum. The rubbing motion of his cock against her clit was enough to bring her a climax by itself, but she knew he would forbid it until he was buried deep in her ass. The anticipation of cumming again was tremendous. She could barely contain herself. He rubbed his cock against her clit for what seemed like an eternity before pulling his hips back, a motion that allowed his shaft to slide down her and find its mark. She knew how much he enjoyed the initial penetration into her wetness, and decided to tighten her muscles as forcefully as she could so there would be as much resistence as possible. He felt her tighten up and responded with a very low, but audible, "mmmmmmm." With this, he pushed as hard as he could, ramming his cock as deep into her pussy as possible, where he immediately ceased all movement. They both took very deep breaths and held them. "This is where he belongs," she thought to herself. She could feel his shaft flexing within her, causing his swollen head to rub that special spot deep inside only he had ever touched. Without realizing it, her hips began to rock. With every rock of her hips, he responded with a slight pumping motion in return, burying himself deeper and deeper within her with every small thrust. At first, the thrusts were short, but soon became longer and longer until they equaled the full length of his cock. He was still pushed up on his hands in order to allow himself full view of her body. As the thrusts became longer and longer, he moved his hands down her body, closer to her hips, in order to give himself a view of his dick sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy. He always liked to see himself sliding in and out of her, and as soon as he got a full view of his cock as well as her cunt, his thrusting became faster and more forceful. He was really enjoying himself now. Even though he was pounding her furiously, he was not even close to cumming. He had the ability to ride her as long as he liked, and this was just fine with her. Just out of curiosity, she looked at the clock and marked the time in her mind to see how long he would fuck her before he would give her more of his wonderful cum. She always loved to feel him cum inside her, and he liked to do it. He had told her it made him feel special to leave a part of himself inside her after they made love. She agreed. She then closed her eyes, turned her head to one side, and began to moan uncontrollably with every thrust of his cock, pulling helplessly against the restraints he had so skillfully applied. She could actually feel her wetness flowing down the crack of her ass, and took pleasure in the slippery feeling of her cheeks sliding against each other with every powerful thrust of her Master's rock hard cock. He was making solid and systematic contact with the special spot deep inside, and she feared she would cum if he did not cum himself, and soon. She began to buck her hips against his thrusts wildly. He met her hips with more and more pressure each time, slamming the bulbous head of his dick into that special spot harder and harder each time. "Oh my God!," she thought to herself, "I'm going to cum if he doesn't right now!" With that thought, she tightened her pussy as tight as she could, pushed her hips as far up as possible and pulled against her restraints to gain more leverage, meeting his thrust with as much force as she could manage. Instantaneously, he exploded inside her. His head flew back, his back arched, and he let out the longest deepest and loudest moan she had ever heard. She could feel his hot sticky cum filling her, and was amazed at the amount considering the volume of his first load which was now deep in her belly. His body instantly broke out in a heavy sweat as he collapsed on top of her. She glanced at the clock again......it had been over forty-five minutes since he mounted her. "Amazing," she said out loud, fortunately he did not hear her. She was proud of herself for not cumming, but couldn't wait until he would give her permission to do so. He laid on top of her motionless for another five minutes before she could actually tell he was still alive. His cock never softened though, and as he rolled off her, he slid out of her causing his cum to spill down her ass. They had definitely made a mess this time, and it wasn't over yet. He laid beside her for a few minutes before silently excusing himself from the room. She was ready to cum now, and wondered if he could manage a third time himself. Her mind drifted back to the times he would cum as much as seven times in a twenty-four hour period. A smile crept across her face, she pulled against her restraints and felt safe in the knowledge he would perform as fabulously as he always did. She knew he could do it. She knew he would do it. He hadn't made a sound when he returned to the bedroom, and it startled her when she noticed him standing beside the bed staring down at her. In his hand was a jar of Body Butter, the cream they used for anal lubrication. She knew instantly they wouldn't need it because his cock was still erect and slippery and her ass was covered in his cum as well. It could only mean he was going to use a toy first. Her ass tightened and her nipples tingled at the thought of what he was going to do to her. He put the jar of cream on the mirrored headboard and bent over to loosen her restraints. When she was free, he again positioned her at the edge of the bed in the same manner he had during the spanking earlier in the evening. He positioned himself behind her, gently touching the soft smooth surface of her ass. Her cheeks were still red from the generous paddling he had given her. There would be marks, and for some time. The thought of seeing the marks on her ass over the next week or so pleased him greatly. His hands caressed her round ass, occasionally sliding his finger between her cheeks, stopping to probe her entry momentarily as he passed causing her hips to swivel each time he did so. She also began to moan. He liked to hear her make those types of sounds, and was prompted by them to probe deeper. He stopped once again at the entry to her ass and gently slid a finger in, his middle finger. She shrieked with pleasure. He began thrusting it in and out in a slow rhythmic motion, twisting it back in forth at the same time. As he did this, she began rocking gently back in forth to meet his small thrusts. The rocking motion caused the chain between the nipple clamps to begin to sway. Her nipples were now as sensitive as they had ever been. Each sway sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout her already throbbing body. As she rocked away from him and pushed back, he took the opportunity to insert another finger. The transition was seamless. She noticed only the increased pressure in her ass from the extra finger, nothing else. He was definitely skilled. She pushed back harder against his fingers as his thrusting motions increased in intensity. He then inserted yet another finger. The response was the same, but the intensity increased exponentially with the addition of the third finger. She could have cum from just being fucked in the ass with his fingers, but knew he wanted her to wait until his cock was buried deep inside her hot, wet ass. She was getting close to cumming again, and as she was considering what action to take to avoid an orgasm, he gently slid his fingers out of her ass. "Whew!", she thought, "That was close." It was then she heard it, the gentle hum of her vibrating dildo. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see him scoop a handful of cream from the jar. He applied the cream to the shaft just as he would if he were applying it to his own cock. His hand stroked the entire length of the dildo gently, twisting in half-circular motions in order to ensure the entire shaft was sufficiently lubricated. She was plenty wet around her ass as it was, but because the dildo was very thick, the cream would ensure the experience was as pleasurable as possible, even though there would certainly be pain involved also. She wasn't looking when he entered her with the flesh colored vibrating shaft, and it surprised her somewhat, causing her ass to tighten. He helped her relax by making soft "shushing" sounds, assuring her it was going to be all right, that he would never hurt her. When she loosened up, he quickly pushed the huge dildo as deep inside her as it would go. She gasped, and let out an ear shattering squeal. When the 8" dildo had almost disappeared fully into her ass, he turned the knob clockwise without warning, thereby increasing the intensity of the vibration. The dildo apparently touched the right spot because when he did this, she began shaking uncontrollably. Without even thinking about it, she balanced herself on one hand again and reached up to grab the nipple clamp chain and pulled so hard she made herself scream again, a scream that undoubtedly woke the neighbors. He began thrusting harder and harder, twisting madly as the dildo virtually disappeared into her ass each time. She was still quaking uncontrollably, all the while low guttural shuddering groans of pleasure were unconsciously emanating from deep within her. She had become unaware of anything around her but the mixture of extreme pleasure and excruciating pain resulting from the unrelenting thrusts of the thick, rapidly vibrating, dildo. As she bucked wildly, she pulled the nipple clamp chain so hard that the clamps snapped off her nipples, tearing away skin in the process. She screamed again, but this time did not stop as she pushed back toward him again and again with every thrust, "AHHHHHHHH!, AHHHHHHHH!", she screamed at a high, shrill, ear piercing pitch, over and over again. She knew she was about to experience the most intense orgasm ever. She was past the point of no return already and was going to cum, no matter what either of them did. The question was "when?" The orgasm that began deep within her ass had spread throughout her groin to every part of her body, focusing especially in the areas of her clit and throbbing nipples. This was amazing to her, because she wasn't even touching her clit, and neither was he. The harder she pushed against the thrusts of the dildo, the larger the swell of the impending orgasm became. Masterfully, he extracted the dildo from her ass and rammed his hard throbbing cock deep in her hole without interrupting their rhythm in the slightest. She was still screaming, but was now joined by his very audible groans. They both were reduced to an almost animal-like state. Pleasure was their only goal. The louder she screamed, the longer he groaned as he continuously pounded her warm, wet, slippery, tight ass with his rock hard cock. Only his balls slapping against her ass stopped it from going deeper, although they both tried. It was apparent they were both about to explode, and nothing could be done to stop either of them. She came first and collapsed lifelessly on the bed, her ass still in the air being pounded incessantly by her Master's stiff, pulsating cock. Her screams had now subsided into one long continuous low moan, almost like the growl of a large dog, which would have been monotone but for the vacillation in her voice caused by the constant pounding of his cock in her swollen and sticky ass. Seconds later, he exploded himself. Because he had already cum twice, there was not much in the way of volume this time, but the sensation was more extreme than he could have ever imagined. He fell to his knees on the floor next to the bed, ripping his cock violently from her ass, his hands still holding her hips, and his face pressed against her sticky wetness. She fell forward as he released his grip, and he slumped to the floor. They both laid there in their respective positions, she on the bed curled tightly in a ball, he on the floor, a rumpled pile of exhausted flesh. Their bodies simultaneously twitched uncontrollably for what seemed to be an eternity. When he was able to speak again, he called to her from his position on the floor and asked, "Are you all right my pet?" "Yes, Master" she responded softly, barely able to speak, and totally unable to open her eyes. He then somehow managed enough strength to crawl onto the bed next to her. For a moment he simply sat there watching her, amazed at the site of her perfect body, and beautiful face. She was still quivering and trembling from head to toe, covered entirely with goose bumps. As he scanned the soft curves of her body, he noticed her ass was still cherry red, her nipples were still as hard as he'd ever seen them, swollen from the pressure of the clamps over the last two hours, and that she wore a slight smile on her semiconscious face. He suddenly realized at that moment he had not kissed her once since she arrived home. Immediately taking her limp body in his arms, he gently maneuvered both himself and her into their kissing position. He lifted her upper body off the bed and positioned her immediately next to him on his right side, but facing the opposite direction with their legs pointing to separate sides of the bed. He then embraced her tenderly and leaned into her slightly, pressing their bare chests together. A perfect balance. Because she was so petite, her face landed perfectly on his upper left chest. He tilted her head back, and placed her right cheek against his breast. Now he had a perfect view of her beautiful face. She had not moved during this entire process, nor was she aware he had moved her. He pushed her soft dark hair back out of her face. "She is an angel," he thought to himself. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her tenderly and deeply on the mouth. Instinctively, but still in a semiconscious state, her chest rose as he kissed her repeatedly, gently stroking her face and hair. He was in heaven. So was she, and he had taken her there. The smell of the room was one of pure sex, a smell that was not unfamiliar to them. After all, they had made a career over the last six months out of love making. At one point, they calculated they had made love every day for two solid weeks, sometimes two and three times a day. Each time, they both swore was more spectacular than the last. "How could it get any better," he remembered asking himself after the last time they made love before her trip. He now knew how it could get better, and was already looking forward to the next time they would be together. Her breathing had now become slow and rhythmic. She was fast asleep. He tried to wake her, but she didn't even acknowledge his presence. She was, for all intensive purposes, dead to the world. But even so, the corners of her beautiful full lips were turned up, ever-so-slightly, as she drifted away. A single tear ran down her left cheek. He held her for about an hour after that, transfixed on her angelic face. He wept uncontrollably at times, overcome with emotion at the thought of ever being without her, mingled with the joy he felt by simply being in her presence. He loved her, he always had, and he always would. Finally, he laid her head tenderly on her pillow, climbed out of bed and covered her lifeless body with a soft, warm blanket. She still hadn't moved and was completely unaware of anything he had done or said since she came and collapsed so intensely. He climbed back into bed alongside her and assumed his usual position on her right. He laid on his left side and snuggled up close to her warm body. He placed his right leg partially over her mid-section, and laid his right arm across her chest with his hand resting gingerly on her left shoulder. He was content to simply lay there beside his one true love, taking in her awesome beauty and basking the scent of their wild love making. He tried to watch her for as long as he could, but rapidly began to lose his battle with sleep. Although he believed she would not hear him, he positioned his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "I love you." To his wonder and surprise, her soft, sweet voice whispered back, "I love you too," as they both raced off to be with each other in the Nexus once again. May 21, 2001.
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