Weekend Punishment

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

I decided to enjoy a rare afternoon away from the office. I had worked hard all week and I had caught up on all I had to have done. It was a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon and I thought to myself, “Why not? What harm can come of it?” Little did I know.

I shut down my computer and hummed to myself as I locked my office door and headed for the parkade. I felt sneaky knocking off early but I was looking forward to an afternoon of shopping. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I would pick up something special to wear for you this weekend.

Turning out onto the road, I slipped my sunglasses on and turned up the radio, singing loudly to the song as I headed for the mall. It was very rare that I was able to shop without your knowledge and I smiled to myself as I thought of the money I had set aside from the meagre allowance you gave to me.

The mall parking lot was packed and it took longer than expected to find a parking spot but I finally did and as I entered the mall, I headed straight for the Starbucks to grab a white chocolate iced cappuccino, a guilty pleasure. With my iced-cap in hand, I began strolling down the mall. Soon I came across a new store in the mall, one that had blacked out windows and a warning on the door that you had to be at least 18 to enter. I could feel the instant arousal between my legs as I thought of the many treasures I might find within.

Swallowing the last of my cappuccino, I entered the store and began to browse around. I was in the middle of small talk with the store clerk when the familiar ring of my cell phone sounded. Absently I reached for it and looked at the call display. My heart thudded when I realized it was you. I excused myself from the sales clerk and answered, “Hello Master.” I could see the sales girls eyes widen at the way I answered the phone and even though she tried her best to look like she wasn’t listening to me, I could tell she was straining to hear my every word.

“Hello my pet,” you said in a quiet voice. “How’s work?”

I swallowed hard and decided that it would be best to fess up now. “I’m not at work Master,” I began. But before I could continue you interrupted me. “Where are you?” you demanded, sounding annoyed.

“I finished early Master. I was able to slip away early so I came to the mall to pick up a few things.” My voice faded off, hoping you would leave it be. But you had other plans. “At the mall?” you asked, “And just what things do you plan on picking up? Did I ask you to stop and get something on your way home?” I could tell by the way your voice was getting more powerful that you were angry with me and I cringed as I answered you. “N-n-no. I was just…”

“Just what?” you demanded, your voice so quiet I had to strain to hear. “Just out and about without telling me you were going?” I hung my head in shame, knowing I had been caught. “Yes,” I sighed. “Yes what?” you demanded, and when I was silent, you demanded again, louder this time, “Yes what pet?”

“Yes Master.”

“Where exactly are you pet?” you asked. I looked at the sign above the till and read outloud to you, “I’m at a new store called Erotic Encounters Master,” my face turning red as I said it. I had been caught and I knew it. I sensed that what started out as an innocent shopping was not going to end that way. “Let me speak to the sales person that is there,” came your next demand. I had no choice but to obey.

I slowly walked over to the sales girl who looked at me with interest as I struggled to explain. “My…ummm…my Husband is on the phone and He would like to speak with you please,” I stammered as I held the phone out to her and pleaded with my eyes that she take it. She did. I listened intently for any sign of a clue as she said hello into my phone, but none came. She was very discreet about her conversation with him as she answered with a series of Yes and OK before finally saying she understood and it would be her pleasure. With a smug grin on her face she smiled at me as she snapped my cell phone shut and handed it back to me. She showed me to a seat in the corner of the store as she explained that she was going to package some things up for me before I was to leave the store.

I sat where she had pointed me and fidgeted uncomfortably as she set about gathering up the items that you had apparently requested. I strained to see as she pulled this and that out of drawers and off of shelves. But while I could see the general area of where she was getting each item, and while I could make a halfway decent guess what she had selected, she was amazingly good at using her body to block my view. I gave up and looked around the store, seeing myself reflected in a mirror outside of the change rooms.

My hand lifted to my hair out of habit and began twirling one long curl around my finger, as I studied myself. I was proud of my figure. At 32, I was a petite 5’2, 112 lbs with curves in all the right places. My 36C breasts had never been artificially enhanced and still stood pertly. My eyes travelled down my body to my trim 26-inch waist and gently swelling hips. My legs were tanned and toned, muscular but not large. I worked hard to keep in shape. I knew I would never be happy with myself I let myself go. My long blonde hair was naturally curly and fell to just below my bra strap and I had piercing green eyes. Not bad, I thought to myself critically. I often wondered if you saw the same as I did, when you looked at me.

After about 10 minutes the clerk turned back to me and said, “The gentleman on the phone assured me that you would pay for these items with a Visa under his name. May I have the card please?” Shocked, I simply nodded and dug into my purse to locate the card she spoke of. I knew he must have told her this but I was still surprised as I was not permitted to use the card, only carry it incase of an emergency.

I stood silently, my mind racing with possibilities, as she finished processing the Visa and handed it back to me. As I tucked the card back in my purse, she gathered up the bags and came around the counter, holding them out to me. “The gentleman on the phone said you are to take these straight to the car and go home. He said he would call you shortly.” Still in shock, I nodded numbly and muttered a thank you to the girl before turning and scurrying out of the store as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself.

In the car, I tossed the bags on the passengers seat and let out the breath that I had been holding. I ran my fingers through my hair and glanced at myself in the rearview mirror – I looked flustered, I thought and then looked back at the pile of bags on the seat beside me. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached towards one of the bags just as my phone rang. Checking the call display, I answered appropriately, “Hello Master,” and I awaited your response.

I didn’t have to wait long and if I thought that you may have calmed down some, I realized immediately that I was mistaken. Your terse voice sounded sharp and filled with a dangerously controlled anger. “Now you listen to me, bitch,” you began, “You are to go home this instant and DO NOT look at anything until you get there. You have been pushing your limits lately. Obviously, I have allowed you too much freedom and it is time to remind you of who and what you are. Do you understand me?”

"Yes Master,” I answered immediately, not wanting to anger you further.

“Good,” you continued. “And when you get there, I expect you to open those packages. Put on all of the clothing and accessories you find. Display all of the other instruments in the playroom. I will be home at 4:30 and I expect you to be finished following these instructions and kneeling inside the door with your leash in one hand and a cold beer for me in the other. Am I clear?”

I swallowed. “Yes Master.”

“And make sure that there are no boxes and bags lying around, slut. I want my home clean when I arrive home for the evening.” That was your final command before I heard the click of you hanging up the phone. I glanced at the clock in the dashboard and realized I would have to hurry to meet your requests. I started the car and sped towards home.

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

With the bags in hand, I raced to the door of the bedroom and tossed them towards the bed. Rushing, I undid the buttons to my blouse with one hand while tugging at the zipper of my skirt with the other. I showered quickly, only taking extra time to carefully run the razor over my mound, making sure it was smooth, as you liked it.

I glanced at the clock as I dried myself and my eyes widened at the time as I realized I would have to pick up my pace or risk angering you further. Experience told me that I did not want to push you, I knew you were angry enough already. I carefully applied my make up, darkening my eyes with charcoal liner and reddening my lips, knowing that is what you prefer. I piled my curly blonde hair loosely on the top of my head and secured it with only a few pins so that you could easily take it down if that was your desire. Squirting a small dose of your favourite scent into the air, I walked through it as I gave myself a final glance over in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw, I approached the bed, picking up my discarded clothing and depositing it in the laundry basket along the way.

I grabbed all of the bags at once and dumped the contents on to the bed. A small smile crossed my lips even as the butterflies started in my stomach. In front of me was an impressive array of toys, accessories and clothing that clearly indicated I was in for one wild weekend.

I smiled to myself at the outfit you had chosen, leaving my pussy and breasts bare for your easy access. Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, I rolled the black stockings up my shapely legs. Next came a lacy black garter, to which I fastened the stocking tops. Completing the look was a black lace corset that tied in front, just under my breasts, leaving them pushed up and fully exposed. I took special care to tie the corset tightly, knowing that you would stand for no less.

Turning, I grabbed the new toys off the bed and hurried to the basement to display them in the playroom as you had directed. I shivered as I entered the playroom, partially from the chill of the basement air and partially from the memory of the activities that had taken place there in the past. I carefully laid out the items you had selected by phone, a remote control butterfly, a new flogger, a tube of lubricant and a package of three butt plugs each one bigger than the next, that I took out and stood up, arranging them in order of size. Wondering if that would be all you required, I quickly set out your other instruments as well, displaying them neatly towards the back of the table so that they would be easily accessible if you decided to use them.

Returning to the bedroom, I dug my black heels out of the closet and put them on. They were 4-inch heels, with a strap that secured them around my ankles. You often had me wear them in the past so I hoped I was making a good choice in selecting them to complete the outfit you had chosen for me. It was 4:25 and I knew I had to hurry for you would be arriving any minute. I opened the last package, some nipple clamps with a thin silver chain running between them. Licking my thumb, I ran it over one nipple while blowing on my breast, coaxing my nipple to ripen and stand at attention. I quickly fastened the clamp to it, cringing at the immediate discomfort before repeating the process on the other nipple. Crossing to the dresser and mirror, I opened my jewellery case and took out the thick black leather collar with D ring in the front and fastened it around my neck. I gathered up the bags from the store and grabbed my leash from the back of the bedroom door. Hurrying down the hallway, I entered the kitchen, tossed the bags in the garbage and opened the fridge as I heard your car pull into the drive.

With my heart racing, I grabbed a beer, twisted the top off and walked to the entry hall with it in one hand. I knelt down as I attached my leash to my collar and heard your key in the lock. As I lowered myself back onto my haunches, I extended both arms, one hand holding your beer and the other my leash. I lowered my eyes demurely as the door opened and you entered.

My mind was racing. Had I remembered everything? I was sure I had but you didn’t say a word as you entered our home and it caused me to question myself. The silence was deafening as you removed your coat and hung it in the closet. Your shoes tapped on the marble entry way as you approached me and snatched the beer out of my hand. You took a long swallow before taking my leash and giving it a tug. “Crawl,” you commanded in a gruff voice. Swallowing, I crawled behind you, struggling to keep up as you marched swiftly into the living room and settled yourself on the couch.

Still in the crawling position, I waited for your next command. My tongue was burning to speak with you, to apologize, but I knew better and remained silently at your feet. You took another pull off the beer and leaning forward, balanced it on my back, using me as your table. You removed your shoes and tossed them on the floor beside me as you leaned back into the couch and put your feet up on the coffee table. Reaching for the remote, you clicked on the news and continued the silent treatment with me. I stayed there, miserably silent, balancing your beer on my back and desperately wishing that you would say something, anything, to me. Even your scolding would be more welcomed than this silence.

I sighed quietly with relief each time you took your beer off my back for it allowed me to relax slightly without having to worry that the slight change of position would cause the beer to topple over. I had no idea what to expect from this evening. Of course, you had been mad at me before but I could not remember another time where you had not spoken to me for such a long period of time. I was used to being silent but it was unnerving to have you be so quiet. Pondering my fate, I was unaware of you silently studying me.

A yank on my leash brought my attention back to the present and I automatically stiffened my body, preparing to be your table again. But you had something else in mind. “Present your ass to me, slut,” you quietly commanded. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly crawled in a semi-circle until I was facing away from you so my ass was pointed in your direction. I started to tremble, partially nervous of what was to come, partially anticipating it. It was the anticipation that won out and I felt my juices start to stir, slickening me as I waited for you.

I could feel you moving behind me but I could not make out what you were doing. I expected, of course, to hear the zipper of your pants and was confused when I did not. What I did hear was a deep whooshing sound, a split-second before I heard a crack and felt the sting as your hand guided one of your shoes to land a direct smack on my ass cheeks. Involuntarily I cried out in pain and surprise. “Shut up,” you shouted as you landed another smack, this one harder than the last. Though the second smack was not unexpected, I could not stop myself from crying out again.

You leaned forward and grabbed my hair with your hand, yanking my head back ruthlessly. Leaning into my ear, you whispered menacingly, “You want to be vocal Bitch? Fine. You will count off the smacks I give you, thanking me for each one. If you miss one, I will start over. If you make any other noise other than what I have just described, I will start over. Do you understand me?” I swallowed and nodded, tears coming to my eyes. “Good,” came your terse reply. “12 to start with then.”

You released my hair and brought your shoe down on me again. SMACK!

Biting my lip so as not to whimper I drew in a quick breath and then exhaled, tightly saying, “One, thank you Master.”

CRACK! You wasted no time landing another whack to my behind.

“Two, thank you Master.”

Your smacks rained down, fast and furious. I was fully sobbing by the fifth smack and though it was hard, I did manage to count off all twelve of the blows in the way you had asked. Praying that I had done so to your satisfaction, I fell immediately silent, other than the quiet sobbing, after the twelfth smack. My ass cheeks burned furiously and I longed to reach back and rub them to try to soothe them but I didn’t dare.

Abruptly you stood and tugged on my leash in silent command as you headed down the hall towards the bedroom. I crawled behind you, sniffling, still crying and wondering what else you had in store for me. Just inside the bedroom door, you dropped my leash as you commanded me simply, “Stay.” I lifted my eyes and followed your movements. You removed your tie and tossed it carelessly on the bed as you headed to the washroom, undressing along the way. I unabashedly admired your physique, your tight muscles, as you moved away from me and into the shower.

My knees hurt from being on them for so long but still I did not move. I had already disappointed you enough today, I would do whatever I could to make you proud of me again. Maybe then you would speak to me lovingly, like you usually did, like I was longing for so badly right now. You returned to the bedroom and pulled some clothes out of your closet and then out of mine. “Get up and get dressed,” came your only words. My heart wept as I realized that you were still angry. I tried to move quickly once I stood but my knees were stiff and I felt awkward as I crossed to the bed to grab the clothes you had thrown there.

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

Puzzled, I lifted up the little black party dress and looked at it. Being very careful not to look at you or question you, I put the dress on. It was one of your favourites, you had told me that many times before. It had little spaghetti straps with tiny black bows where the strap met the material in front. The bodice was fitted chiffon, pleated tightly and hugged my breasts. Tonight, with the help of the corset, it hugged especially tight, stretching the pleats almost enough to make out the nipple clamps. Certainly my nipples were clearly visible as they stood at attention and pushed against the fabric. A glittery rhinestone pin strategically placed in the middle of the bodice ensured that ones attention would be drawn to my breasts. From the fitted bodice, the rest of the dress fell loosely in empire flowing folds making the skirt full and flirty right to the tip of about 3 inches above my knee. The length of it made it appropriate for any type of event; the cut and style of it allowed you easy access should you wish it at any time while we were out.

You came around the bed to where I had dressed and unclipped my leash. “Turn,” was all you said and I turned so my back was to you. You reached up and undid my collar, removing it from my neck. I was wearing more clothes than I had been since you arrived home and yet I suddenly felt naked and vulnerable. Grabbing me roughly by the arm, you guided me by my elbow to the dresser and mirror where you opened my jewellery case and pulled out the diamond choker you had given me as my formal collar, along with the matching tennis bracelet and earrings. “Put these on and meet me at the door,” you ordered and then left the room.

Blinking back the tears of disappointment that threatened to spill out of my eyes, I hurried to do as you bid. I knew that I had done wrong and deserved any punishment you dished out but I had hoped that the spanking you had already given me would suffice. Your terse commands told me otherwise. I sighed deeply as I patted my hair, making a few minor adjustments to it before heading towards the door to meet you.

You were there, waiting for me, when I came around the corner. I dropped my eyes immediately, knowing you would not stand for me to look directly at you unless you told me to do so. It was clear that I would continue to be punished and I was determined to act appropriately until you flashed your winning smile at me and told me I was forgiven. Expecting that we would be leaving immediately, I was shocked at your next words. “Come here, slut. Lift your dress.”

I hesitated for a split second, and then stepped forward to you. I stopped directly in front of you and reached down to take the hem of my dress in both hands and lifted it up to waist level. Putting your hand under my chin, you lifted my head indicating I should look at you. I raised my eyes to yours and listened as you listed your demands for the evening. “This evening, you will do well to remember that you are my Whore. You are accompanying me purely for My pleasure. Yours is not important. You will not speak to anyone other than me, and only then when I have spoken directly to you and asked you for a response. Do you understand me?” I nodded even as I answered in a whisper, “Yes, Master.”

Satisfied, you nodded and continued, “You will not look at anyone other than me unless I direct you to do so. You will obey my every command without the slightest hesitation or you will be punished further. And….” A gleam entered your eyes and for the first time since you found out I had been shopping without your permission, a smile crept onto your face. But there was something about this smile that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. You held up your other hand as you finished your thought… “you will wear this.” You held up the butterfly and paused for effect, “and I will have the remote.” Realizing at least partially what you had in store for me, a deep blush crept up to color my face even as you released my chin and knelt before me to fasten the butterfly securely between my legs.

Righting yourself, the wicked gleam brightened in your eyes as you held up the remote for me to see and then tucked it into the pocket of your sports coat. Reaching out, you took my hand, and led me out of the house. The gentle touch of your hand holding mine made my heart swell with happiness. For that brief moment before we got in the car, I could actually imagine that we were a regular couple going out for the evening. But as I settled into the passenger seat of the car, my tender ass reminded me of my recent punishment and I pondered again what you might have in store for the rest of the evening as I waited for you to round the car and slide behind the wheel.

We had barely pulled out of the driveway when you glanced over at me and casually said “Raise your dress. I want to see your thighs.” I immediately did so and then lowered my hands once again, fidgeting with them to find a comfortable position where they would not block the view you had asked for. I didn’t have to worry about it for before long, you said, “Recline your seat. Put your feet up on the dash and make sure your legs are spread. I want to be able to see My pussy.” You emphasized the “my” and then turned your eyes back to the road. I swallowed nervously and glanced out the window as I reached for the knob to recline my seat. It’s not like we were on a deserted country road like we were the last time you requested I assume this position. No, we were driving on one of the main roads of the city, heading straight towards the busy downtown area. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer that I would summon the emotional strength to make it through this evening. It seemed you were determined to push my limits this evening, as I had been pushing yours for the past week or so. I cursed myself silently for ever deciding to see how much I could get away with and especially for deciding to hit the mall without permission earlier this afternoon. It seemed that had been the final straw.

I wiggled uneasily as I settled back into the reclined seat and carefully raised my legs to place my feet on the dash. My right foot nestled in the crook by the passenger side window, and my left foot rested below the rear view mirror. I adjusted the hem of my dress once more, lifting it to waist level so that my pussy, with the butterfly securely attached to it, would be clearly visible to you. “Raise your hands above your head, Slave,” you ordered as you reached out and grabbed my left ankle, pulling it further along the dash to open my legs more widely, “clasp your hands under the head rest of your seat and do not move them unless I permit it.” My eyes widened in surprise as you positioned my leg, and I moved my hands to do as you requested.

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I could not tell where we were from what I could see out of the car window but as I felt the car slowing, I found myself praying that we were not stopping at a busy intersection. Embarrassingly, my prayers were not answered and as we sat at the red light, a large truck pulled up beside us. I saw the snide grin of the filthy looking driver of the truck and his ‘thumbs up’ as I swallowed and closed my eyes in shame. The chain on the nipple clamps was long enough, and the body of my dress loose enough, that it hung down and rested on my stomach. You reached over and grabbed onto it, giving it a yank that had my eyes flying open in shock and that exquisite pain. The driver of the truck was running his tongue over his lips hungrily as he stared down into the window. I whimpered. Not soon enough the light turned green and we were on our way once more.

You pulled the car into a parking spot near the restaurant, one of your favourites, and came around to open my door. “Get out,” was all you said. I lifted my legs down from the dash and got out of the car quickly, my dress falling back to its normal position as I stood. “Turn around, hands on the roof. Lean forward and spread your legs.” I did so immediately, breathing a silent sigh of relief the other than cars, the parking lot was empty and somewhat secluded. You came up behind me swiftly and I felt your hand reach under my dress to cup my behind, squeezing tightly, almost painfully. “Remember your manners this evening, slut,” you commented as your hand left my bottom and lifted my skirt away. Your other hand raised and lowered quickly and hardly, twice, leaving an angry red handprint on each of my cheeks, which started the burning all over again. “Let’s go,” you ordered as you reached up to take one of my arms down from the roof of the car and tucked it into your own arm, escorting me into the restaurant.

“Good evening, Mr Elliott,” the hostess greeted you as we entered. “Your usual table is ready Sir, please follow me.” She led us to the table we had dined at many times before, in a corner quiet enough for privacy if that is what was wanted, but also central enough that one could see all the other diners, and they could see you. Oftentimes in the past I had considered myself so lucky that my husband’s consulting business was so successful that we could, at any time, be seated at the best table in the house in any number of top restaurants. Tonight, I was not so sure that a high profile table was as desirable. Steering me by my elbow, we followed the hostess through the busy dining room, you nodding and smiling in greeting at several people you knew, and I, with my head lowered and silent.

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

When we reached our table, I was once again surprised when you directed me to take the seat that would have my back to the wall, facing the dining room. This was usually where you liked to sit, so that you could keep an eye on the comings and goings while we dined. This time however, you sat across from me, with your back to the dining room and only me and the wall behind me in your vision. When the waitress came, you ordered a bottle of red wine before we were once again left alone. Moments after she turned away from the table you leaned across and quietly commanded me, “Lift your skirt Slave. This evening you will sit your ass directly on that seat. Do it now and then place your hands on the tabletop. I will want to see both of your hands at all times tonight.” A smile played on your lips as I shifted from side to side, fanning my skirt out around me. The cool leather of the seats was in sharp contrast to my still warmed ass cheeks but it provided some relief to them and I wiggled slightly, settling in as I reached up and clasped my hands on the table in front of me.

The waitress returned with the wine, which you immediately approved. As she moved towards my glass, indicating she was about to pour, you asked her to please just leave the bottle, that you would serve it yourself when you were ready. You told her that we were celebrating a special evening and that you wanted to do the honours yourself. Of course, she complied. “Are you ready to order then?” came her next question and I could feel her looking at me expectantly. I neither looked at her nor said a word, simply sat there silent and looking at my hands, still clasped on the table in front of me.

You cleared your throat and adjusted your position, one hand discreetly reaching below the table as you answered her, “My wife and I will both have the prime rib, medium with the steamed seasonal vegetables and the cool cucumber soup to start.” Your voice was pleasant as you ordered expertly, smiling amiably at the waitress but your thoughts were far more sinister as your hand reached into your pocket and flipped the remote on low.

I started and gave a little jump at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that ran through me. I could feel a blush creeping up on my face as I was sure the vibrations were loud enough for the whole room to hear. My hands flew to my face to cover my mouth as a low groan escaped me. “Are you OK, Mrs Elliot?” the waitress asked, concerned.

Mortified, I held my hand up, stopping her from leaning in any further. Without looking up, I nodded my head. “Is anything wrong, dear,” came your voice, sounding appropriately concerned, as you turned the remote up some more. The vibrations on my pussy were so distracting, I could barely stop myself from thrusting against the butterfly, seeking that ultimate pleasure. “No….I….I’m fine,” I stammered, “Just a little warm.” The waitress announced she would return with some ice water and scurried away. I heard your amused chuckle even as the vibrations faded away. I could feel my shoulders sag in relief and disappointment as you stopped the torturous little game. The brief teasing had awakened a stirring deep within my cunt that was, even now, demanding to be fulfilled.

“Look at me,” you commanded and I immediately raised my eyes to yours. My peripheral vision could take in the fullness of the dining room but as far as I could tell without directly looking, no one had noticed what you had done. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I stared into your eyes. The glint I had seen earlier was still there but your smile was cold as you spoke to me quietly. “That was only the beginning, slut,” you promised menacingly. “Tonight, you will be kept in a full state of arousal for as long as I desire. It pleases me to know that I am arousing you without even touching you. And I can see that you want more, don’t you, you little whore?” Without waiting for me to answer, you continued, “But tonight, your pleasure is the furthest thing from my mind. I have not yet decided if I will allow you the release you crave. But before this evening is over, you will have given me pleasure many times, and in many different ways.”

I nodded but kept silent, swallowing as I absorbed my fate as you described it to me.

From that moment on, each time anyone approached our table, I felt the now familiar vibrations as you played with the settings on the remote control. Business associates stopped by the table to say hello, and you flicked the switch off and on at irregular intervals, keeping me completely off guard. The waitress would appear to refill our water glasses and I would be blasted with a full surge of tickling on my engorged clit. I had long stopped caring if anyone knew what was going on, my rattled mind not thinking about anything other than the insane desire to cum. My hands griped the table edge and I gritted my teeth together as I subtly rocked my hips back and forth, urging you to turn the butterfly back on, but with a wicked smile you simply signalled the waitress to bring the check and sat back in your chair. “Sit still,” you quietly commanded, “I don’t want to see another movement out of you that is not directly ordered by me.”

The sheer power in your voice had me struggling to comply. I was torn between the instinctual urges of my body and my desire to obey. Whimpering quietly, I willed my hips to be still. You settled the bill and came around the table to pull my chair out and help me up in a perfect display of gentlemanly charm. As you gently pulled me to a standing position, we were both able to see the puddle of juices that had pooled on my chair during our meal.

You did not speak to me all the way home, nor did you play any further with the remote in your pocket, much to my disappointment. The edge was fading, leaving me feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. My frustration had only just begun.

Pulling into the driveway, you issued your next command. “You will go straight to the playroom and kneel in the corner to wait for me. I want your hands clasped tightly behind your back and your nose to the wall.” You reached out and opened the car door. “Do NOT disappoint me,” was your last command as you stepped out of the car and slammed the door, heading for the house without so much as looking back at me.

I hurriedly opened the car door and got out. I waited until you had entered the house to follow you inside and I did as you had directed, heading immediately down the stairs to the playroom. I grabbed the lighter from the dresser right inside the room and lit all the candles as I knew you preferred and then took one last quick look around. Sure that I had everything to your suiting, I moved to the far corner and lowered myself to my knees, my dress billowing out to settle around me. I reached my hands behind my back and grabbed my wrists, thrusting my breasts forward as I did so. Taking a deep breath, I leaned towards the wall, stopping only when my nose touched the cool paint. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting….

I had no idea how long you would keep me like this, nor what you would do to me once you entered the room. I tried not to think about it, failing miserably as thoughts raced through my head.

I was so caught up in my thoughts and fretting that I did not hear you descending the stairs. I sensed you behind me and longed to turn and look at you but I didn’t dare. Roughly, you grabbed my hair and yanked me away from the wall, causing me to lose my balance and collapse unceremoniously at your feet. “Stand,” was all you said as you again yanked hard on my hair, causing me to yelp out as I struggled to regain my balance and stood.

I noticed that you had changed, wearing only your black leather chaps. “Arms up,” came your next command as you lifted my dress over my head, leaving me only in the corset, garter, stockings and heels. “Come,” you ordered, pulling on the chain between the nipple clamps as you started to the middle of the room. I had no choice but to follow you. Leading me to the center of the room, you walked over to the sawhorse and stopped looking at me with fierce eyes. “Extend your arms behind you,” you ordered gruffly.

I nodded and reached my hands out behind me, extending my arms straight out. In a moment, I felt you closing the sleeve over them and tightening it ruthlessly. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply to remain calm. You knew how much I hated the sleeve. I realized that you had been absolutely serious when you had said tonight was not about my desires. I cringed with each tug you gave the laces, pulling the sleeve tighter and drawing my arms together behind my back until my elbows were touching each other.

Once my arms had been secured in the sleeve, you reached up and took off my diamond choker, replacing it with the same leather collar and D-ring I had on when you first arrived home. Hooking your finger through the ring, you tugged firmly for me to follow you, as you stepped upside the sawhorse and said, “Straddle.”

I couldn’t believe my bad luck, not only the sleeve but the sawhorse too? I swung my leg up and over the sawhorse and positioned myself carefully over it. Thankful for the heels I wore, I quietly let my feet bear the majority of my weight. “Stay,” came yet another gruff command, and I obeyed.

You walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. I shut my eyes, silently cringing that I had not set out something you were after. I wondered if it would add more punishment to my seemingly unending sentence. I could not bring myself to remember that it was still only Friday night and we had the whole weekend to go. My pussy was already throbbing, as was my ass from its earlier whooping.

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

I cringed again as you straightened and turned around with the ring gag in your hand and stepped menacingly towards me. “I asked you only to lay out the new toys so I will forgive your oversight in not having this out and accessible to me,” you said calmly as you held it up while stepping up to the sawhorse. “However,” you continued, “I have decided that it is a necessary instrument in this evening’s activities. Open wide, Slut.” I looked at you, pleading with my eyes. Humiliated, I opened my mouth while you fit it with the ring gag that would hold my mouth open for you until you decided otherwise. I knew you were disappointed in me and felt that punishment was necessary but I didn’t think that you would feel the need to force my mouth open to receive you when we both knew all you had to do was demand that I open it and I would. It was yet another indication just how angry you were.

Once you finished securing the ring gag, you walked in front of me. I sat there, following your movements with my eyes, my mouth gagged wide open and my arms secured tightly behind my back. I watched as you walked to the end of the sawhorse and pulled a chain up from the floor. You reached up to me and hooked your finger in the d-ring of my collar, pulling me forwards to attach the chain to my collar. I watched close up as you removed a couple rings from the chain, to hold me lower than it would have and then fastened the chain to my collar again. As you stood, I leaned further forwards into the sawhorse, laying on top of it, spreading my weight out along it.

“Not quite,” I heard you say as you walked beside me and took a handful of my hair in your hand. I felt you fiddling with it as you yanked it into a ponytail and secured it with an elastic that I had not seen you slip around your wrist. Upon creating my ponytail, you reached up and grabbed the hook from the ceiling pulley and inserted it into my ponytail through the elastic to be sure it held tight. I cried out in discomfort as you tightened the pulley and it raised my head up as the chain on the floor pulled my neck down. It was a very specific position you were securing me in, the chain from the floor one that held my body down over the sawhorse so that my pussy was pushed uncomfortably against the narrow top of it, while the hook from the ceiling held my head up at waist height with my mouth held gapingly open from the ring gag.

Standing back and surveying your work, I heard you grunt with approval as you looked at me, strung up to your liking. My eyes strained to follow you as far as I could in my immobile position, as you moved away from the sawhorse and towards the table where I had laid out the rest of your impromptu afternoon purchases. I was not able to follow you fully but my imagination filled in what my eyes could not see. I heard you coming back towards me before you entered my vision. You looked so menacing as you approached me with the smallest butt plug lubed up and in your hand. You stood to my side, slightly behind me as you leaned over and whispered threateningly into my ear, “you better be ready, bitch” as you ruthlessly thrust the plug up my anus. I cried out as much as I could and tried to squirm away from the anal intruder, but your bondage held me tightly in position.

“How does that feel?” you asked as you walked away from me once more. Of course, I could not answer you but I followed your every movement with my eyes. Once again you returned to the dresser and opened a drawer. I moaned in response and strained to see what you were doing. As you turned back around, you spoke with a dead calm, “you will NOT come tonight, do you understand me, slut? Blink twice if you understand me,” you ordered. My eyes widened as I saw you carrying a roll of duct tape and a vibrator back towards me. “I SAID BLINK TWICE BITCH,” you bellowed when I did not respond. Despite my uncertainty, I immediately blinked twice at your raised voice.

You turned the vibrator on and placed it on the sawhorse, resting obviously against my clit. Your eyes gleamed wickedly as you taped it in place and repeated, “you will not come. Blink twice to show me you understand.” I blinked twice. “Good,” was all you said and even at that, my heart warmed at that small compliment. I moaned as the vibrations tickled my clit. “Do NOT come,” you re-iterated your warning as you moved to position yourself in front of me, at the end of the sawhorse.

Your chaps left your cock bare and as you stood with it at my lip-level, I watched it harden. You stepped towards me as and didn’t speak a word. As you straddled the sawhorse yourself, your intentions were clear, and you thrust yourself into my open and waiting mouth without so much as saying a word. I could do nothing as you thrust in and out of my open mouth, setting the pace that suited you best.

Your hands reach around and grab my head and pull it towards you, even with its limited mobility. You thrust yourself in and out of my mouth, pushing yourself into my throat and then withdrawing. The vibrator pulsing at my clit combined with this thrusting is driving me crazy as I try to stop my hips from instinctively rocking against it. Your thrusts grow more and more urgent as you increase your speed against my open lips, your hands still clutching my hair as you fuck my face.

As your cock fills my mouth, I begin to groan out loud, feeling you fill my mouth with your hardness as the vibrator beats against my clit. My uncomfortable position does not seem to phase me as the vibrator brings me closer to the pleasure I seek. Hearing my breathing and moans increase, you lean forward as you jam your cock deep in my throat and you turn off the vibrator, extracting a groan of pure frustration from me. Your left and reaches out to slap my face even as your right hand holds my head close to the base of your cock. “You….will…..not…..cum….” you grunt with each thrust into my face, “you…CUNT…..” you finish as you explode, pulling yourself from my mouth, spurting all over my open mouth and my face.

Your cum covered my hair and face as you looked at me and smiled wickedly. I closed my eyes as your cum dripped down my cheeks and wondered what else you had in store for me. A loud and strangled moan escaped me as you turned the vibrator back on high.

I could hear you rummaging behind me even as the vibrator continued to wreak havoc on my-oh-so-sensitive clit. I could not help myself and I moaned out loud, lifting my feet off the ground to grind my pussy into the vibrating wonder you had taped to the sawhorse and pressing against my clit. “Sit still Slave,” you bellowed from behind me as I writhed against the vibrator. You walked over and turned it off, causing me to moan loudly in dispute, and frustration.

**orchid** · 02-13-2006

In your hands I saw the heavy rope you carried and, not knowing what you planned, only knowing it was not good, I pleaded with you with my eyes. You ignored my eyes, walking closer, “Bend your leg up Slut” you demanded as you reached down and grabbed hold of one of my legs, lifting it off the ground. I bent my leg as you positioned it beside me and began to tie my calf firmly to my thigh. I tried not to squirm or moan in protest as you tightened the rope that forced me more forward on the sawhorse, pushing my clit against the wood.

You secured my leg tightly against my thigh, causing me to alter my weight fully on to my other foot. I looked at you pleadingly, batting my eyelashes in an attempt to win you over, but it was to no avail. You walked around the sawhorse and grabbed my other foot roughly, causing all my weight to fall fully on my clit on the sawhorse, and I cried out. “Shut up,” you commanded, as you yanked my other foot up and secured it tightly, with the ropes to my thigh.

Satisfied with your work, you stepped away and looked at me. There I was, in a tightened and topless corset with chained nipple clamps, a garter attached to long stockings with no panties to block the view. My arms were securely tightened behind me in the leather sleeve you had fastened earlier and my mouth was held open, in a perfect “O” with the ring gag. You had achieved the perfect balance by attaching the chain from the floor to my D-ring collar, pulling me forwards to press my clit against the rough wood of the sawhorse with the hook from the ceiling hooked into my ponytail, holding my head in an upright position. The last ties you made attached my feet to my thighs, causing me to fully lean forward on the sawhorse.

You walked around the room, blowing out some of the candles as you went. “Remember what I said to you,” you whispered as you approached me. You leaned in and turned the vibrator back on to low, “you WILL NOT cum,” you commanded. You walked over to your recliner and settled yourself in, leaving me there, writhing against the sawhorse, frustrated at being ordered not to cum, and knowing that it was inevitable in my current position.

Before long, I was panting heavily as my orgasm built. I tried so hard to will my thoughts away from what the vibrator was doing to my body. My hips ground restlessly and small cries of pleasure escaped from my throat. “Don’t,” you warned quietly as you sat forward in your recliner, watching me intently. I whimpered and tried to be still. Your sharp eyes narrowed as you watched and waited. My stomach muscles began to quiver as my breath came faster. Quickly you rose and crossed over to me, turning the vibrator off just in the nick of time.

I groaned and whimpered as my body sagged with disappointment and my eyes filled with tears of frustration. You unhooked my ponytail from the pulley and I collapsed forwards onto the sawhorse, still breathing heavily. You walked around in front of me and released the chain from my collar. Coming back to the side of the sawhorse, you slipped one arm under my chest, lifting me slightly before sliding your other arm under my waist and lifting me up and off the sawhorse. You carried me easily, with one arm over to your recliner, where you used your other arm to turn the chair over. Grabbing one of the throw pillows, you put it on the back of the chair, at the crease before putting me down on top of it. My head hung forward towards the ground as my waist rested on the edge of the chair, pushing my ass and pussy up in the air. With my arms still tightened securely in the sleeve behind me, and my feet bound to my thighs, I was helpless and completely exposed to you in this position.

You left me there as you walked back over to the table where I had laid out all your tools. You picked up the new flogger and gave it a few test swings through the air, nodding as you slapped it against the palm of your hand. Slowly you circled the chair, looking down at me as you continued to snap the flogger into your hand. “Now, not only are you being punished for leaving work early today and going shopping without telling me,” you began as you brought the flogger down to land on my ass, instantly making it heat again. “You will be punished for the remainder of the weekend for all of the little things I have allowed you to get away with this last while.” You rained another smack down across my ass as I whimpered. “For hesitating this evening when I asked you to lift your dress,” smack. “For failing to prepare a proper meal last weekend,” smack…You listed off several indiscretions and for each one, the leather kissed my ass.

My ass cheeks were burning a bright pink yet again and you had grown hard again during the flogging session. You stopped directly behind me and with a little extra strength, lashed the flogger across my ass one last time before dropping it to the floor. You reached out and grasped the end of the butt plug, pulling it out of me slowly before dropping it to the floor as well. You grabbed my ass cheeks in your hands, pulling them wide apart as you looked down at my stretched out little rosebud. “You have such a nice ass for fucking, slave,” you whispered as you leaned forward and spit directly onto my asshole to add a little extra lube. “I just love fucking your tight little ass.” You pushed your cock roughly into my asshole and my head lifted off the back of the chair as I cried out in pain.

Your hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly as you drove your cock in and out my asshole slowly, drawing it out completely before plunging it back in, driving it to the hilt. “Oh ya, baby,” you muttered as you continued to bury yourself in me, “your ass is so tight. Grip my cock with your ass, bitch.” As I grew used to your size inside my anal canal, I wiggled my hips seductively against you and tried to clench my ass together to grip you as you had asked. Deep moans sounded in my throat as you pounded into me. I grunted with each of your thrusts as you increased your pace, slamming into me harder and harder. “ohhhhh God,” you yelled out as with one final thrust, you shot your load deep up into my ass.

Pulling yourself out of me quickly, you crossed back to the table and lubed up the middle size butt plug, bringing it back to me and pushing it in, trapping your cum inside me. I groaned as my ravaged asshole was stretched out again. You lifted me off the back of the chair and sat me down on the floor beside you. You took a minute to right the chair before plunging your cock into my wide open mouth, “Clean it bitch,” you commanded as you pushed your hips into my face, holding yourself there for a moment and then withdrawing.

You leaned over me and untied the laces that held the sleeve together, freeing my arms. They fell limply to my sides and I slowly shook them out as you reached behind my head and unclasped the ring gag. Kneeling beside me on the floor, you untied my legs and then helped me to stand up. You helped support me as you walked me around the room slowly, allowing the feeling to creep back into my legs. I kept sneaking glances at you, hoping that you would say the magic words, that I had been forgiven but knowing deep down that you would not go back on your word to continue punishing me all weekend.

When I could again walk on my own, you placed your hand on the small of my back and directed me to the medical table, patting the cushioned top with one hand. I understood and climbed up onto it. I crossed my legs and leaned forwards, trying to relieve some of the pressure on my clit. “No!” you commanded, quickly realizing what I was doing. “Spread your legs Whore.” You waited a split second and then repeated, “Spread them NOW.”

“Oh Master, please….” I risked it, asking quietly for release.

“QUIET!” you bellowed, “and lay down.” I sighed and lay down on the table. You walked over to me and grabbed my hands, slapping handcuffs on them and yanking them over my head. With a length of rope, you tied the handcuffs to one of the legs of the table, effectively rendering my arms useless once more. From the corner, you picked up the 3-foot spreader bar and shackled it to my ankles, forcing my legs wide open. My eyes filled with tears as I knew there would be no relief for me tonight. You tossed a blanket over me for warmth and then settled yourself back into your recliner.

“Get some sleep Slave,” you suggested as you covered yourself with another blanket and blew out the last of the candles. “You will need your strength for tomorrow.”