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.”