You walk into my office, take a seat across the desk from me, and lay down a key on the wooden surface in front of me. You're breathing through your nose as your mouth is blocked up by a black, leather muzzle gag - the key fits the padlock that holds the gag in place. You've placed your hands flat on the table in front of you.
Your silky, dark hair hangs to your breasts and down your back, almost the same shade as your black lace bra, matching panties and suspender belt, black stockings and 4-inch spike-heeled stilettos.
I look across the table - first at you, then at the key. Then I look you in the eye.
"Thank you for returning my property. I presume that the padlock associated with this key is also exactly where it should be?"
You nod, once.
"Good. Leave your hands where they are and stand up," I say, standing myself.
You do so, your heels clicking briefly on the floor as you straighten your legs to leave you bent over the table as I remove the chair.
"Now stay right there and think about what you have done," I say as I re-arrange your dark brown hair so that it all falls down your back, "and when I come back we'll discuss your punishment."
"Mmmf!"
Returning, I hesitate in the doorway to observe my naughty girl leaning over my table, long, stockinged legs running from shiny, teetering heels to firm, barely-clad buttocks.
"I'm glad to see you listened, Anthea."
I drop some things on the ground behind you as I re-enter, and your head flicks very slightly to one side as the mixture of muffled clumps and clanks makes you start.
"Am I to understand that you regret your earlier outburst?" I place the flat of my hand at the base of your spine and stroke up your back as I walk round to face you again. "That your actions were not what are expected of you?"
You look me in the eye and nod - again just once. I hold your gaze silently for a few a seconds.
"I appreciate your sentiment, but..." I also place my hands on the table, either side of the key you returned to me, and lean so that my face is 12 inches from yours. "...you must appreciate that if you don't do what you are told, you will be punished." Again, I hold your gaze for a few seconds before leaning back and surveying my shapely beauty before me, gagged and expecting her punishment.
"Put your elbows on the table."
You do so, and your black-clad breasts swing closer to the surface of the table as your back becomes almost horizontal. Your hair falls to spread round your neck and the muzzle gag that silences you. As I walk to the pile of equipment I dropped behind you, this time I place a large hand on your right buttock, squeezing it firmly and enjoying the well-made quality of my property.
Having picked some things up, I return to face you.
"Hands together now, Anthea."
You comply, soundlessly, your eyes searching mine. Are you wondering if I will be merciful? Are you hoping it will be over quickly?
"Punishments must fit the crime, Anthea," I say clasping the first cuff over your left wrist, "so if you are not going to come when I ask you - " the second cuff is fastened securely around your right wrist " - then you are not going to go anywhere."
"Mmmmff!"
With your slender wrists now cuffed together on the surface of the table, I wrap a red nylon rope around the chain between the cuffs and tie it securely in place. I pull the rope sharply towards the edge of the table in front of you, and you bend further as I pull you forwards. Your hips are pulled hard against the edge of the table, and you let a small squeal of surprise escape.
"M-!"
I stop what I am doing.
"You will learn the virtue of silence Anthea - that is what the gag is for, after all." I walk round behind you and place my hand on your right buttock. "But while you are learning, we can certainly use aide-memoires."
You feel my hand lifting and a brief coolness on your skin before it is replaced with the sharp sting of a hard spank. You stumble forwards - moving the whole table - and another squeal escapes your stopped-up mouth.
"Mm-!"
"Oh, Anthea - you must try harder than that."
You know what is coming and this time, as my hand strikes your other rounded cheek, you remain silent. Your breasts dangle quietly in black lace an inch from the table's surface,
"That's better," I say, and return to the rope tied to the chain holding your wrists together.
Being careful to avoid the key in front of you, I take one end of the rope and tie it firmly round the table leg in front and to the right of you. Having done this, I walk round behind you, seeing that both your cheeks blooming pink on either side of your thong, and that your body shivers with the anticipation of a further smack.
I let you shiver in vain and come round to secure the other end of the red rope to the table leg to your left.
The two necessary spanks have ruffled your hair, obscuring one side of your face. I pull it all clear, gently smoothing it back over your back before re-positioning the key right in front of you.
"This key is mine, Anthea, as is the padlock, these handcuffs, this rope and all the other equipment behind you." I lift your muzzled face with a finger under your chin. "The only thing that is yours, Anthea, is this gag - everything else is mine." You hold my gaze, eager to show your understanding of this fundamental truth.
"You don't help yourself to my things, Anthea - you do what you are told with them." I remove my finger from under your chin, and move to the pile of my equipment before returning to your left side.
"If you are not going to bring me the things I ask for when I ask them, then what is the point in having them?"
I begin winding a second red rope round your left arm, just above the elbow.
"I'm not greedy, Anthea," I say wrapping the rope round your right arm and pulling it tight to the left one, "I don't want to play with all my things at once." I begin winding the rope round both arms at once, and wrapping it round the rope stretching between your limbs to pull it tighter. I know you like the feel of these soft nylon cords on your skin, as I know I like putting them there. I finish tying the last knot.
"For example," I come round in front of you and stoop to slide my right hand beneath the table top and your increasingly-restrained body, "I'm not going to play with these tonight - "
You feel my fingers on your left breast through the material of your pretty black bra. You look into my eyes, my face only inches from yours as I find the nipple, already hot and hard, and squeeze it between a finger and thumb. I can hear the short sharp breaths from your nose, and feel the heat of them on my face.
" - and you know how much I like them." I move my hand and squeeze the whole, full globe of your right breast, and you shudder slightly as you feel your breast fill my large hand, revelling in the intimate touch in contrast to the unforgiving touch of the steel and rope binding you. Your eyes roll back slightly, the lids fluttering almost shut.
"But greed is a sin," I say, standing. "We should exercise restraint and self-denial at every turn."
I gather your long, silky hair in my hands and pull it all firmly into a pony tail. The back of your head is pulled up as I do so, and you are forced to look down directly at the key that is the cause of your current predicament. I forgive the little grunt of pain - for now.
"So tonight, as you couldn't exercise the self-denial necessary to leave my things alone", I wrap a rubber band round your hair, and lower the tail into the middle of your back, "you will learn restraint the hard way."
The room fills with the crack of another smack on your exposed backside.
I stand and admire my progress for a few seconds, before leaving the room for five minutes.
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"Did you think I wasn't coming back, Anthea?"
I re-enter the room from the door behind you, greeted by the sight of my sexy dark brown's figure bent over - and tied to - the table. It is some time since I spanked you on the way out of the room, and the pink has almost faded from your naked cheek. "Were you hoping this was the extent of you punishment?"
You know better than to nod or shake your head. Still behind you, I pick up another red rope.
"Spread your legs."
You comply, moving first your right leg and then your left leg. With the rope in my hand, I snake my right arm up between your legs and the rear edge of the table; as it rubs against your pussy through your thong, you try to wriggle away from it, involuntarily, but your stance doesn't allow you to get very far. With my left hand, I reach under you, take the end of the rope, and withdraw my right arm - rubbing your pussy again.
"There's more to come, Anthea - much more to come."
Standing, I tie the end of the rope around the one I have already tied your arms together with. When it is attached, I go behind your bent form and take hold of the end of the rope that dangles between your legs. I pull on it slowly but firmly, and your elbows move slightly back towards the rear of the table until the ropes tying your shackled wrists to the front of the table become taut. This slight backwards movement of your torso pushes your ass further out and up, away from the edge of the table.
"That's better," I say, pausing to admire this consequence as I notice it. I tie the rope tightly to a stout eyelet set into the underside of the rear of the table.
When I'm done, I survey my handiwork up this point.
My Anthea is bound by steel cuffs at her wrists and red nylon ropes at her elbows. Her large breasts have been squeezed into a bulging cleavage between her arms, and her beautiful eyes radiate a gratifying willingness to please above the shiny leather muzzle gag locked over her mouth. With her upper body now pinned to the table, I know I can now turn my attention to her shapely legs.
"Thank you for remembering that those stockings and suspenders are my favourites, Anthea."
Unseen by you, I have to re-arrange my cock in my pants as I feel the beginnings of an erection just looking at your underwear from the waist down.
Still behind you, I run my rough hand slowly up the inside of your left leg starting at the ankle.
I move slowly up, savouring the feel of your stockings and the firmness of your thigh, the tenderness of your groin. Your leg fidgets as you feel my hand move from your stocking-top to your bare skin. My hand comes to rest on the fabric covering the lowest part of your mound, and I linger there momentarily, rubbing once, gently, before you feel my touch on the bare skin of your right groin. Your skin is hot to my touch - is it tingling?
"Were you hoping I'd got bored?"
As my hand moves gently down your right leg, barely touching you, I sense a slight squirm pass through your bent-over body as the fine caresses on the inside of your thigh tease you, and I hear your breathing slow and become deeper.
"I'll never get bored of this; I'll never get bored of indulging in the feel of your body, Anthea, in the excitement I can see you get from the lightest of my touches - and the excitement I get from surprising you."
With the fingers of my right hand still tracing slowly down your right leg, my left hand lands another scalding slap on your bare ass above me. You buck, startled, your helpless body lurching away from the sting; a loud "MMMMMFFF!" is proof of your surprise.
"Will you shout out, Anthea? Would you make a sound before your punishment is over?"
Your breathing is loud and fast, as you feel me lay both my hands on your bottom - the skin of the left just-spanked cheek incandescent under the full palm of my hand.
"That was quite mean of me, Anthea, so I'll let you choose if I should punish you for that outburst." I squeeze your ass with both hands.
"One 'MMMF' for no spank at all, two 'MMMFs' for a spank with each hand, and three 'MMMFs' for a spank with just one hand." I squeeze again.
"What do you say, Anthea?"
"Mmmmf! Mmmmmff!"
"Enunciate, Anthea: was that one MMMF or two?"
"Mmmf! Mm mmf mmmf!"
"Four 'Mmmfs' wasn't an option, Anthea."
I stay where I am and think about this. It takes me a while, but then it registers. My erection throbs.
"You said 'Two, I want two'. Anthea, you want two..." I'd expected you to not fall for the trap of 'no spanks', but didn't expect you to want two spanks.
"You want to feel my palms, my strong, wide palms striking both sides of your bottom?" I squeeze your ass with my hands again, and you can feel my thumbs slipping into the crevice between your cheeks - one thumb gets hooked over the thin strip of black material covering your modesty there, and you feel it pulled a little way to one side.
"Is that guilt? Is that to show me just how sorry you are, Anthea? Do you think asking for the worst punishment will get you in my good books?"
I look along your body as it stretches out in front of me, at your dark brown hair pulled into the pony tail that rests between your shoulders as I consider the implications of your answer. Your breathing is steady, as if you've braced yourself.
"Or is it because you like it; do you crave the brief, sharp pain of being spanked?"
SMACK! My right hand strikes your right cheek, hard. You exhale loudly through your nose.
"That must have hurt, Anthea. Did you enjoy it? Do you want to be punished like this?" Your cheek is bright red, and the shape of my hand is visible on your skin.
"I wonder what you get out of it? Do you enjoy those moments before the hand strikes, waiting helplessly for the spank to come," I lift my left hand from your behind, "is there a thrill of anticipation running through you right now..."
I feel you holding your breath as you brace yourself.
"...does it turn you on to know that it's coming, but there's nothing you can do about it, and you don't..."
You have to exhale, and empty your lungs in a long, loud breath from your nose.
"...know wh-"
SMACK!
Your head jerks back as my left hand spanks your ass as hard as the right did moments earlier. I think I took you by surprise there, but having just exhaled you are prevented from crying out. You manage to refill your lungs, but your breathing is almost hyperventilation and your whole body rises and falls on the table.
"I can see I'm going to have to re-think what would actually be a punishment for you. Oh - and well done for not falling for the obvious trap of requesting no spanks," I trace a finger round the red handprint on your left buttock, "you have submitted, Anthea, and that is the only choice that is yours to make."
I lift the string of your thong out of your ass-canyon and stretch it before letting go - it pings back down between your cheeks.
"Now - where were we?"
"MmmmMGF!"
"Oh yes - your legs."
I'm still behind you, and pick up your next restraint from my pile of equipment. I survey your long legs running up from your spike heels to the round, reddened flesh of your ass exposed before me. The lace of your stocking-tops is delicate and pretty - I long to touch them and feel the texture of the material stretched around your thigh.
You feel my hand on your left ankle, shortly before you feel a leather cuff being tightened round the calf above it. You feel the slight squeeze as the buckle is fastened, and then straight away you feel my hand on your right ankle. I lift this leg, pulling it slightly further away from the other, spreading you wider. Your high heel clicks on the floor as it comes back down to earth.
You feel another cuff tightened round your right leg.
"Legs together," I order, standing and placing a hand on your back.
You move your left leg inwards, and find that its progress is halted by something jammed between your angles.
"A spreader bar, to keep your legs just where I want them," I say coming round to face you. You look up at me, and I hold your face between my hands. I kiss your forehead, my lips lingering on your skin, as I remove one hand and push it into your welcoming cleavage.
"I'm glad you submitted, Anthea - I'm glad you came back to get what you deserved," I say watching your face as I fondle your right tit, "what you wanted..."
I return behind you, and pick up another rope. I kneel behind you noticing that your mound is more visible between the tops of your legs now that your legs are spread a little wider. I wrap the rope round your right thigh, just above the knee.
"Are you getting hot, Anthea? Is your bondage exciting you?"
You feel the soft cords slide around your leg, surrounding your flesh in a tightening noose. I see you pull your head back, your back arching down towards the table as you do so, and wondering if this will squeeze a nipple out of your bra as your chest is forced between your bound arms. I pull the cords tight around your thigh and then start to wind it round the table leg.
"Do you feel helpless yet?" Your knee bends slightly as your leg is forced against the furniture. I wrap the end of the cord round the loops connecting stockinged leg to wooden leg and tie it off.
"Do you feel at my mercy?" I begin tying another velvet cord round your left thigh. You shift position slightly over the table - are you testing your bonds, or enjoying the sensation?
I tie this rope around your leg and the table leg in the same way that I did previously, and while I am kneeling behind you, my face is level with your pussy - only the thin material of your thong separates my mouth from your lips as I lean closer.
"Can you feel my breath, Anthea? Can you feel my hot breath on your groin?"
I tie off the last knot and stand.
"Do you feel exposed? How does it feel to be bound, gagged and helpless with your ass and pussy up in the air where I can do what I want with them?"
You feel my hands on your waist, feel the press of my hips against your thighs, and feel the rigidity of my erection pressing on your labia through two layers of material. I move away and come round to face you once more.
What a pleasing sight: your arms and legs are all tied to the table with soft, red ropes holding you tight. Your legs are spread by the bar at your ankles, held there by thick leather cuffs. Steel cuffs enclose your wrists and you are gagged with your precious muzzle. Your bare buttocks, still pink from the last spanks are raised up on high heels and legs and ready for whatever I decide. The key to whole situation remains on the table top.
"Here is your lesson in restraint, Anthea, here is what your submission means."
I leave the room to collect some more things.
-
Your gorgeous, helpless, restrained body is before me.
"Anthea, now you are restrained, I need to be sure you have completely submitted, that you are mine to do with as I please, that you will welcome any punishments meted out for your misdemeanours." I place my hand on your buttock, making you flinch slightly, and run it along your back as I walk round to face you.
"Questions, questions..."
Standing up against the far side of the table, with the key between us, I pull your ponytail down to your back so that you are forced to look up at me.
"Have you submitted to me, Anthea? One MMMF for yes, two for no."
"MMMF! MMMMMff!!"
"So proud, Anthea" I say, smiling and looking into your eyes as I reflect on the implications of your response; my cock goes rock hard as you defiantly hold my gaze.
"So you are going to be hard work." I release your ponytail and go to fetch from behind you some of the items I brought through earlier.
You feel a cold strip of metal on your right buttock, its coolness making your smacked skin tingle. I slide my left hand under the T-piece of your thong, my nails gently scratching your lower back before I lift the material away. You feel the string of the thong pull at your pussy and up through your ass.
"Fortunately," I say as you hear something go SNIP once and then again, "I love to work hard."
You feel your panties being pulled away between your legs, and you tense as you feel the air on your uncovered pussy.
"...and I love my work."
I pick up two items, place my left hand at the top of your right stocking and run my fingers up the back of your thigh, up and over your cheek and along your back as I come round to face you.
"Let's see if these change your mind."
On the table in front of you, on either side of the key, I place a broad black leather paddle and a soft, white wand vibrator. I look at you closely to try and gauge your reaction to these two items, to see if either makes your eyes widen. As I watch your eyes, it appears to me they both do, but I make a decision and pick one of them up again.
"Shall we begin?"
"Mm..."
I consider your raised, round, naked ass.
"So beautiful, but so proud and so..." I place my free left hand on the inside curve of your right buttock while I search for the right word, "...wilful."
"But I'll tame you yet." I remove my left hand.
"I want you to count to ten, Anthea, count as loudly as you feel you need to."
SMACK! I bring the paddle down hard on the fullest part of your backside.
"Mmf!"
SMACK! On the outside of your left cheek.
"Mmmf!"
SMACK! At the top of your left cheek.
"Mmmmf!"
SMACK! Where your left thigh meets your left cheek; I can hear you breathing hard already.
"Mmmm!"
SMACK! Back in the middle of your left cheek, as hard as I can.
"Mmf!"
Your head jolts back, dark brown hair still flying as I quickly bring the paddle down again.
SMACK! Towards the inside of your left cheek.
"Mmmf!" You jump slightly. "Keep counting," I say.
SMACK! Bottom of the left cheek.
"M-mmf!"
"Does it smart, Anthea?"
SMACK! Back of your left thigh.
"Mmmf!"
"Or are you enjoying it?" Your body, restrained before me, is quivering now. My cock is throbbing.
SMACK! Outside of your left thigh.
"Mmf!!"
"Are you tingling, Anthea?"
SMACK! Inside of your left thigh. You shudder bodily, like you're cumming.
"Mm!"
SMACK! At the base of your back.
"M-m-mmf!"
"How many's that? I've lost count."
SMACK! Inside of your left thigh again.
"Mmmf!"
"How many?"
SMACK! SMACK! Both in the middle of your left cheek. I pause, my arm hurting as you breathe hard through your nose.
"Mmm-mmf! Mmmf-mmf!"
"And one more for luck."
SMACK!!
"Mm-mmmf!"
"How does that feel, Anthea? Is your skin on fire?" I place my fingers on the skin of your left cheek. You flinch. "Do you wish you could get away - do you wish you weren't gagged, tied to a table and at my mercy?" A trace an ever-increasing circle round the globe of your buttock, before grabbing the whole thing in my left hand and squeezing the flesh hard. "Or are you exactly where you want to be?"
SMACK!
"Have you submitted yet, Anthea? One moan for yes, two for no."
"Mmmmf!"
But you're not finished, and I am momentarily disappointed that you've submitted so easily, before you satisfy me with a second grunt.
"Mmmmff!"
"What a strong-minded slut you are, Anthea." I caress the bright red skin on your buttock - you try to wriggle away from my touch, but you can't. "Well, if I can't beat you into submission," I say pushing the erect cock beneath my trousers against your bare pussy, "I'll have to change tack."
I hold my cock there until I feel you push back against it.
"Let's see if you respond to a softer touch instead," I say stroking your back with the back of my hand.
I move away from your rear, and place the paddle back on the table. "Let's see if I can reduce you to jelly another way."
I bend down and start applying little butterfly kisses to your scarlet backside.
I place both my hands around your left thigh, holding it tightly while I kiss all over the skin of your buttock, before moving down and kissing your hip, and your thigh - both the bare skin and where your stocking covers it.
I move my hands, and caress your groin with my left hand while I stand and begin kissing your back in the same way, starting at the bottom, and moving along your horizontal spine with the light touch of my lips fluttering over your skin.
I kiss along the material of your bra, and caress your back with my hands. You are motionless.
"Still waiting for another spank, Anthea?"
"MMmmmmff."
I push your head forward over your tethered wrists and apply my kisses to the back of your neck, feeling your torso move for the first time since I started - your shoulders squirming in response to my lips.
I kiss up the edge of the gag, and in behind your ears while my hand finds its way beneath your body to your breasts. I caress the bare skin above your bra, and then your left nipple through the material. I caress it while I'm licking your neck, feeling it harden and gently beginning to squeeze it. I start nibbling the tops of your ears and squeeze your nipple harder and harder between my fingers until you cry out at last and try to get away, the ropes tightening, the chain of the cuffs snapping taut.
You can't get away from my lips, my tongue, my teeth and my hands; you're tied to my table, your delicious figure clad in nothing but stockings, bra, muzzle and unyielding red rope. I'm kissing behind your ears with one hand deep in your dark brown hair, holding it, pulling it. I can hear your breath close to my ear, feel you writhing beneath my touch.
Releasing one hard nipple, I move to start nibbling your right ear. I find the other erect nipple and squeeze it hard straight away. The end of my tongue darts in to the most sensitive part of your ear, causing you to jerk your head away quickly. This doesn't distract from the pressure on your nipple though.
"MMMMMMFFF!!" you cry out, your eyes clamped shut.
"Was that a moan of pleasure, Anthea?" I say, standing. I lift your bra strap, and let it ping down, as I bend and apply my tongue to the right-hand side of your ribcage and waist, gently flicking over the sensitive skin and making you squirm again. I clasp my hands round your right calf and my tongue follows the line of your leg from buttock, over hip, and down the thigh to the back of your knee, which I kiss lightly.
"This must be torture for you, Anthea, the soft touch of lips opposed to the strictness of ropes and cuffs, affection instead of a paddle on your bottom." I lift your garter belt and let that ping down to coincide with the word 'bottom'. You jump, and I hear a sudden intake of breath through your nose.
"I won't be using the paddle again," I say before licking up the inside of your leg until you feel my nose just touch your naked mound. "Not for a little while anyway."
You can feel the heat of my breath on the lips of your pussy. You try to force your thighs and backside forwards, but are stuck where you are by the red rope holding you tightly against the table.
"Pleasure before any more pain, Anthea," I say blowing gently on your asshole, "although I'm not sure you know the difference..."
I place my right hand on the skin of your left groin, above the stocking top, enjoying the firm feel of your held flesh, the heat of your skin on my palm. I feel you wiggle and twitch as I start gently biting the skin of your right ass cheek. I move my face over your skin again, lightly nipping every inch of your butt with my teeth. My hand is now caressing your loin, and every few seconds you feel the side of my hand touch you mound.
I lean my chest on your ass as I start to nip the skin of your back, running both my hands along your sides, and under you to squeeze your tits again. Small sounds are coming out of your gag, like slightly muffed gasps. I break off from nibbling you.
"Next time, we won't hide those tits away, Anthea," I say squeezing them both. "I think I've denied myself pinning you to the table this way," I bite the back of your neck, under your dark brown ponytail, "I think I'd like to see these perky things on display." I squeeze both nipples with my fingers and thumbs. "Do you like having them slapped as much as your ass?"
"Mmmf m mmf!"
I'm kissing your back again, and pulling my hands back along your sides as I slide backwards off your backside until my hands are gripping your hips. I'm kissing and licking down the inside curve of your ass until I reach the pert bit that provides the definition between buttock and thigh. You fling your head back, dark brown hair flying as I run my tongue along the underside of the firm overhang.
"I think it's time you had a little fun," I say, licking the skin of your groin adjacent to your mound, "and I want to hear you enjoying yourself." I can feel the heat coming off your pussy on my face and wonder how wet you are. "After all, all work and no play makes Anthea a dull girl..."
You're suddenly alone: neither my hands nor my body, not my lips nor my tongue, are touching you. You try to look round, nervous at this sudden denial of touch. You hear a buzzing noise, and look down to discover that the wand vibrator is no longer on the table.
I can see you squirming, trying to close your long legs, attempting to clamp those firm loins together. Your heels skitter slightly on the hard floor as they try to get purchase, or even move any meaningful distance, but the spreader bar does its job effectively.
"Remember, Anthea: I want to hear you."
You feel the vibrating wand's head touch your hood, and I hear you inhale sharply. Slowly, I push it up until I feel the resistance of your pubis. With your clitoris between the two, I just hold the wand in place and let it buzz you insistently.
"MMMMMFFF!"
"Is this better than spanking? Will I achieve your surrender by being nice to you?"
The wand slips slightly as your whole mound gets wetter. "Are you horny, Anthea? Are you getting that excitement of eventual orgasm?"
The vibrator hums away on your clitoris, and I caress your inside leg and ass with my free hand.
"I could do all sorts to you, Anthea, while you're indisposed like this." You're starting to squirm. "I could use you as I wished."
"Mmmf!"
I slip two fingers in and back out of your sopping cunt, just once. "I could slide my hard cock into you, and just hold it there, impale you on it for as long as I wanted and feel you writhe around it, or fuck you so hard we'd move the table round the room."
"I could cover your asshole in lube," I say, slowly running my tongue up over it, feeling your cheeks clench involuntarily, "and push beads-on-a-string up there - one," I press a finger gently against your asshole as I count, "two," I press again, "three," I push my finger in, "and pull them out again."
"Mmmmfff!!"
"Slowly," I say pulling it back out again as described.
"I could - " SMACK! " - your bottom until you lost count, until your body screamed in the ecstasy of agony..."
"Mmmmmmmm..."
I can see your hips start to roll, and wonder if your eyes are closed, if you'd be biting your lip - if you could.
"Or I could use the key, Anthea, remove your precious gag and fuck your face until I exploded cum all over it."
"MMmmffff!"
"I could hold this vibrator here for hours, make you cum over and over again, until you thought you couldn't cum again..." I run my tongue up your pussy now, the tip not quite entering you, "...and then make you cum again."
"Mmmmff!"
Or I could simply leave you here - walk away and leave you tied to this table for days - and no-one would hear you, no-one could set you free - apart from me."
You're writhing on the table, your back rising and falling as you try to control your breathing. "I could do all of that to you, Anthea, all of them, one thing after another, and I could film it all so I could relive this domination of you whenever I chose."
"MMMFFFF!" I think you like that idea.
"I think you have submitted, Anthea, I think you have surrendered to me and whatever I choose for you and your body." I can't hear the vibrator over your breathing.
"I think you'd like to watch that tape back more than I would."
"You'd want to see yourself walk in, see how sexy you looked in your lingerie, with your dark brown hair, your long legs, and that stunning gag, and see the effect it all had on me, what it drove me to do to you, and what delights it meant for your body."
I'm having to hold the vibrator as still as I can now, as your hips are starting to buck, your butt almost doing figures-of-eights in front of me.
"I think you want to be used, to surprise yourself with the lengths you can pushed to, I think seeing yourself be used to satisfy someone else's peccadillo makes you horny like nothing else."
"I think seeing yourself so helpless, with all choice removed, is your turn on."
"Mmmf!"
"I think you want to be tied down so that the teasing and the -, the foreplay are almost infinitely prolonged."
"MMMMMM!"
"I think you want every sensation heightened, every feeling to be electric, to thrill every nerve in your body."
"I think you'll willingly suffer the spanking and the nipple-squeezing, welcome the pulled hair and the discomfort of bondage, because you like to walk either side of that line between pain and pleasure, Anthea - because you know the reward at the end will make you scream like a banshee."
"MMMMMMMMMM!"
Your legs are trembling, your back is bucking and your breathing ragged. You are on the brink, but I sense that you are somehow withholding it until the moment you deem to be right arrives, the perfect moment when pleasure and pain converge, and cause the pressure to blow. I know you're close, that the vibrator can charge you up no further, can impart no further bliss on your clitoris; now you just need something to trigger the release of that pent-up ecstasy...
SMACK!!
"MMMMFFFFFGGGHHH!!"
"MMMMFFFGG... GNNNNNGGGHH!!"
Your back bucks and heaves, your legs spasm, and your hips and ass almost vibrate - the noise is a long, high scream and a low, drawn out guttural moan at the same time. The table moves three inches to one side as your pinioned body shakes uncontrollably. I re-position the vibrator, and try to ride out the secondary tremors moving through your body before a second tidal wave orgasm arrives.
"MMMMmmmmmfff!"
You feel the vibrator's touch suddenly leave your clitoris.
"Decision made: I've decided what I'm going to do with my helpless Anthea".
You feel my left hand placed on your left butt cheek an instant before you feel the length of my cock slide smoothly into your pussy, eliciting a small gasp from behind your gag. I hold myself there, not moving - not withdrawing, not pushing deeper - just keeping you stuck on me, feeling your vagina tighten round me.
"Can you feel it pulsing, Anthea, can you feel my hard cock filling your soft pussy?"
You try to push back, try to waggle your butt to get some friction, but you can't move, impaled on my rod as you are.
"I could stay here all afternoon, Anthea, stay here with my rigid pole ensuring your position."
"Mm!" you whimper, and I push myself harder against you, further into you.
"Could you cum, Anthea? Could your pussy make itself cum even if my cock did nothing?"
I have both my hands on your ass, kneading the flesh, deciding which side is firmer. I hold there, not moving for a minute until you squirm.
"Mmmmff!"
"However, all work and no play makes me a dull boy," and with that I pull myself almost all the way out, causing you to inhale sharply. "I'm going to fuck you into submission, Anthea," I say pushing my erection firmly back into your wet snatch.
"This might take a while, Anthea," I pull out so that my glans is tickling your lips, "and that means we won't get back to the spanking soon," before pushing steadily back in so that my hips rest against your ass.
Your head jerks back as my cock ploughs you, and while your ponytail is splayed across your back I grab it, hold it hard.
"MMMFF!"
With your hair held tight, and your face pointing at the ceiling I increase the frequency of my thrusts. Your hands are bound, your arms are tied to the table, your legs are spread, and your head is held firm by your pulled hair - I fuck you hard, my hips banging against your bare ass. The table jumps slightly and I hear you moan through your gag again.
"MMMFF!!"
We're like a machine - my rod the steel piston mercilessly plunging the full depth of your pussy-shaft, my cock thrusting repeatedly and exactly balls-deep into your lubricated vagina. Each thrust brings a little moan from your mouth, and a little skip across from the table.
"Mm - Mm - Mm - Mm - Mm -Mm."
"I'm going to fill you with my spunk, Anthea, but you will probably know it's coming before I do." I can feel the end is near for my rigid penis in your hot cunt.
"Your pussy will feel my cock contract, and your pussy will tighten round it," I say still pumping into you hard and fast, "and then you'll feel me tighten, feel my load about to discharge..."
"Mmmm..."
I feel your vaginal muscles tighten round me, "...and you'll bite your lip..."
"Mmmmf!"
"...and you'll cum an instant before I do knowing you're about to be filled with my spunk."
You shudder and your back bucks again.
"MMMFFF!"
I feel your hot pussy convulse around my cock, and your legs quiver as I pull your hair back even further towards me and you cum again.
"MMMMFFFGGHHHH!!"
I push myself as far and as hard into you as I can and spurt my load as far into you as I can. You groan a low groan again, as I hold myself where I am, getting my breath back.
"NNNNMMMGGGGHH!"
I slap your ass, give you one more thrust and withdraw, admiring your body as it tries to deal with the aftermath of a third orgasm while unable to move. You are breathing so hard, and apparently struggling to breathe, that for an instant I consider removing your gag.
My concern passes.
"Was that pain or pleasure?" I ask, my grip on your hair unrelenting.
"Mmmmmmfff..." You are gasping through your muzzle, your eyes shut.
Keeping hold of your hair, I withdraw my sticky cock from your exposed pussy. I can see your lips hot and flushed before me as pick up my last piece of rope - a rough, rasping length of plain hemp rope.
I tie one end to your ponytail and pull it hard back towards me, pinning your head against your spine. I tie a knot in the middle, re-knotting over it twice more so that there is a big rough ball of rope there. I pull the rope tight through the crack of your ass, the rough knot sitting roughly on your asshole, before tying the other end to the spreader bar between your legs. I see your cheeks clench against the knot, trying to get away from it, but it is held down tight against your twitching hole by the tautness of the rope.
"Did I do left or right before, Anthea?" I ask, and you feel the paddle laid on your left buttock.
"Mmm!"
"Which?"
"MMMM!"
"Nevermind; we'll do the right. Count to ten again," I say lifting the paddle. You tense as you wait for it to descend.
No delays between strikes this time; I spank you frequently and hard, as hard as I can with the broad leather paddle.
SMACK! Middle of your right cheek.
SMACK! Top of your right cheek.
SMACK! Outside of our right cheek. You try to shuffle away.
"MMMMMFFF!" You've no time to count, I'm going too fast.
SMACK! Bottom of your right cheek, bringing a little squeal from you as you try to pull your head forward, rubbing the rough knot over your ass.
SMACK! Middle of the right cheek again, which has reddened.
SMACK! Middle of the left cheek.
"MMMF!"
SMACK! On the knot in the rope.
SMACK! Bottom of your back.
SMACK! Middle of the right cheek again, and you close your eyes, holding back tears.
"MMMMMFFF!!"
SMACK! Top of your right thigh. You jump again, and the knot rubs against your asshole again.
SMACK! On the knot.
SMACK! On the knot again.
SMACK! The hat-trick.
"MMMMMFFFFF!!"
SMACK! Inside of your right thigh.
SMACK! Left ass cheek.
SMACK! Right ass cheek.
SMACK!! I've put my thumb on the knot and with each spank, as your body convulses, the clump of rope rubs against the sensitivity of your sensitive orifice as the pressure of my thumb forces it to begin to yield to the knot.
"MMMMMFFF!!"
SMACK!
"Submitted yet?"
SMACK!!
"MMMMMFFF!"
SMACK!! Your right cheek is now as red as the left one was earlier, and your body is tense, trying to move itself away from the paddle's blows, away from the stinging pain they bring.
"No, you're enjoying this far too much."
SMACK!
"MMMMFFF!"
SMACK!!
"MMMFFF!!" you say as the rough knot in the rope finally breaches your asshole. You try to pull your head forward and down towards the key, pulling your own hair to try and pull the knot out of you.
SMACK!!
"MMMMMmmmFFFFfff!"
"I could keep this up all day, Anthea."
SMACK!!
"MMfff!"
"...and I suspect you could, too..."
SMACK!! I give you a final spank and drop the paddle on the floor as you groan.
"Mmmmfff, mmmmfff..."
Your bottom is bright red, dissected by the hemp rope that is cruelly pulling your long, brunette hair. Your stockinged legs are twitching against their red bonds and the table, a tic in one of them causing one of your high heels to 'tac-tac-tac-tac-tac' quickly on the hard floor.
I come round to face you, taking in the tears that have dried, and the eyes that are tightly closed.
"I'll ask you again, Anthea: have you submitted yet? One groan for yes etc..."
Your eyes flash open, moist and tired, but fierce and defiant.
"MMM! MMMF!"
I smile. "That's what I admire about you most, Anthea: your spirit. I look forward to renewing hostilities with you again very soon."
You attempt - unsuccessfully - to find somewhere where your head won't cause the rope to tease your asshole and try to control your breathing, the deep breathes causing your back to rise and fall noticeably. I start to walk away from you and the table you remain attached to.
"Miss Hall will be along in half an hour to unfasten you, Anthea, and then you can return upstairs to your office. Keep the key safe, please, and remember that both it and the gag are company property that I will use as and when I like."
I give your butt one last smack with my hand, SMACK!
"However. You'll be pleased to know that you will be invited for a second interview later in the month: please research what a 'safe word' is as preparation. Good day."
You hear the door shut behind me and, as you steel yourself for your thirty minute wait, my cum starts to drip down between your legs and onto the floor.
Your silky, dark hair hangs to your breasts and down your back, almost the same shade as your black lace bra, matching panties and suspender belt, black stockings and 4-inch spike-heeled stilettos.
I look across the table - first at you, then at the key. Then I look you in the eye.
"Thank you for returning my property. I presume that the padlock associated with this key is also exactly where it should be?"
You nod, once.
"Good. Leave your hands where they are and stand up," I say, standing myself.
You do so, your heels clicking briefly on the floor as you straighten your legs to leave you bent over the table as I remove the chair.
"Now stay right there and think about what you have done," I say as I re-arrange your dark brown hair so that it all falls down your back, "and when I come back we'll discuss your punishment."
"Mmmf!"
Returning, I hesitate in the doorway to observe my naughty girl leaning over my table, long, stockinged legs running from shiny, teetering heels to firm, barely-clad buttocks.
"I'm glad to see you listened, Anthea."
I drop some things on the ground behind you as I re-enter, and your head flicks very slightly to one side as the mixture of muffled clumps and clanks makes you start.
"Am I to understand that you regret your earlier outburst?" I place the flat of my hand at the base of your spine and stroke up your back as I walk round to face you again. "That your actions were not what are expected of you?"
You look me in the eye and nod - again just once. I hold your gaze silently for a few a seconds.
"I appreciate your sentiment, but..." I also place my hands on the table, either side of the key you returned to me, and lean so that my face is 12 inches from yours. "...you must appreciate that if you don't do what you are told, you will be punished." Again, I hold your gaze for a few seconds before leaning back and surveying my shapely beauty before me, gagged and expecting her punishment.
"Put your elbows on the table."
You do so, and your black-clad breasts swing closer to the surface of the table as your back becomes almost horizontal. Your hair falls to spread round your neck and the muzzle gag that silences you. As I walk to the pile of equipment I dropped behind you, this time I place a large hand on your right buttock, squeezing it firmly and enjoying the well-made quality of my property.
Having picked some things up, I return to face you.
"Hands together now, Anthea."
You comply, soundlessly, your eyes searching mine. Are you wondering if I will be merciful? Are you hoping it will be over quickly?
"Punishments must fit the crime, Anthea," I say clasping the first cuff over your left wrist, "so if you are not going to come when I ask you - " the second cuff is fastened securely around your right wrist " - then you are not going to go anywhere."
"Mmmmff!"
With your slender wrists now cuffed together on the surface of the table, I wrap a red nylon rope around the chain between the cuffs and tie it securely in place. I pull the rope sharply towards the edge of the table in front of you, and you bend further as I pull you forwards. Your hips are pulled hard against the edge of the table, and you let a small squeal of surprise escape.
"M-!"
I stop what I am doing.
"You will learn the virtue of silence Anthea - that is what the gag is for, after all." I walk round behind you and place my hand on your right buttock. "But while you are learning, we can certainly use aide-memoires."
You feel my hand lifting and a brief coolness on your skin before it is replaced with the sharp sting of a hard spank. You stumble forwards - moving the whole table - and another squeal escapes your stopped-up mouth.
"Mm-!"
"Oh, Anthea - you must try harder than that."
You know what is coming and this time, as my hand strikes your other rounded cheek, you remain silent. Your breasts dangle quietly in black lace an inch from the table's surface,
"That's better," I say, and return to the rope tied to the chain holding your wrists together.
Being careful to avoid the key in front of you, I take one end of the rope and tie it firmly round the table leg in front and to the right of you. Having done this, I walk round behind you, seeing that both your cheeks blooming pink on either side of your thong, and that your body shivers with the anticipation of a further smack.
I let you shiver in vain and come round to secure the other end of the red rope to the table leg to your left.
The two necessary spanks have ruffled your hair, obscuring one side of your face. I pull it all clear, gently smoothing it back over your back before re-positioning the key right in front of you.
"This key is mine, Anthea, as is the padlock, these handcuffs, this rope and all the other equipment behind you." I lift your muzzled face with a finger under your chin. "The only thing that is yours, Anthea, is this gag - everything else is mine." You hold my gaze, eager to show your understanding of this fundamental truth.
"You don't help yourself to my things, Anthea - you do what you are told with them." I remove my finger from under your chin, and move to the pile of my equipment before returning to your left side.
"If you are not going to bring me the things I ask for when I ask them, then what is the point in having them?"
I begin winding a second red rope round your left arm, just above the elbow.
"I'm not greedy, Anthea," I say wrapping the rope round your right arm and pulling it tight to the left one, "I don't want to play with all my things at once." I begin winding the rope round both arms at once, and wrapping it round the rope stretching between your limbs to pull it tighter. I know you like the feel of these soft nylon cords on your skin, as I know I like putting them there. I finish tying the last knot.
"For example," I come round in front of you and stoop to slide my right hand beneath the table top and your increasingly-restrained body, "I'm not going to play with these tonight - "
You feel my fingers on your left breast through the material of your pretty black bra. You look into my eyes, my face only inches from yours as I find the nipple, already hot and hard, and squeeze it between a finger and thumb. I can hear the short sharp breaths from your nose, and feel the heat of them on my face.
" - and you know how much I like them." I move my hand and squeeze the whole, full globe of your right breast, and you shudder slightly as you feel your breast fill my large hand, revelling in the intimate touch in contrast to the unforgiving touch of the steel and rope binding you. Your eyes roll back slightly, the lids fluttering almost shut.
"But greed is a sin," I say, standing. "We should exercise restraint and self-denial at every turn."
I gather your long, silky hair in my hands and pull it all firmly into a pony tail. The back of your head is pulled up as I do so, and you are forced to look down directly at the key that is the cause of your current predicament. I forgive the little grunt of pain - for now.
"So tonight, as you couldn't exercise the self-denial necessary to leave my things alone", I wrap a rubber band round your hair, and lower the tail into the middle of your back, "you will learn restraint the hard way."
The room fills with the crack of another smack on your exposed backside.
I stand and admire my progress for a few seconds, before leaving the room for five minutes.
-
"Did you think I wasn't coming back, Anthea?"
I re-enter the room from the door behind you, greeted by the sight of my sexy dark brown's figure bent over - and tied to - the table. It is some time since I spanked you on the way out of the room, and the pink has almost faded from your naked cheek. "Were you hoping this was the extent of you punishment?"
You know better than to nod or shake your head. Still behind you, I pick up another red rope.
"Spread your legs."
You comply, moving first your right leg and then your left leg. With the rope in my hand, I snake my right arm up between your legs and the rear edge of the table; as it rubs against your pussy through your thong, you try to wriggle away from it, involuntarily, but your stance doesn't allow you to get very far. With my left hand, I reach under you, take the end of the rope, and withdraw my right arm - rubbing your pussy again.
"There's more to come, Anthea - much more to come."
Standing, I tie the end of the rope around the one I have already tied your arms together with. When it is attached, I go behind your bent form and take hold of the end of the rope that dangles between your legs. I pull on it slowly but firmly, and your elbows move slightly back towards the rear of the table until the ropes tying your shackled wrists to the front of the table become taut. This slight backwards movement of your torso pushes your ass further out and up, away from the edge of the table.
"That's better," I say, pausing to admire this consequence as I notice it. I tie the rope tightly to a stout eyelet set into the underside of the rear of the table.
When I'm done, I survey my handiwork up this point.
My Anthea is bound by steel cuffs at her wrists and red nylon ropes at her elbows. Her large breasts have been squeezed into a bulging cleavage between her arms, and her beautiful eyes radiate a gratifying willingness to please above the shiny leather muzzle gag locked over her mouth. With her upper body now pinned to the table, I know I can now turn my attention to her shapely legs.
"Thank you for remembering that those stockings and suspenders are my favourites, Anthea."
Unseen by you, I have to re-arrange my cock in my pants as I feel the beginnings of an erection just looking at your underwear from the waist down.
Still behind you, I run my rough hand slowly up the inside of your left leg starting at the ankle.
I move slowly up, savouring the feel of your stockings and the firmness of your thigh, the tenderness of your groin. Your leg fidgets as you feel my hand move from your stocking-top to your bare skin. My hand comes to rest on the fabric covering the lowest part of your mound, and I linger there momentarily, rubbing once, gently, before you feel my touch on the bare skin of your right groin. Your skin is hot to my touch - is it tingling?
"Were you hoping I'd got bored?"
As my hand moves gently down your right leg, barely touching you, I sense a slight squirm pass through your bent-over body as the fine caresses on the inside of your thigh tease you, and I hear your breathing slow and become deeper.
"I'll never get bored of this; I'll never get bored of indulging in the feel of your body, Anthea, in the excitement I can see you get from the lightest of my touches - and the excitement I get from surprising you."
With the fingers of my right hand still tracing slowly down your right leg, my left hand lands another scalding slap on your bare ass above me. You buck, startled, your helpless body lurching away from the sting; a loud "MMMMMFFF!" is proof of your surprise.
"Will you shout out, Anthea? Would you make a sound before your punishment is over?"
Your breathing is loud and fast, as you feel me lay both my hands on your bottom - the skin of the left just-spanked cheek incandescent under the full palm of my hand.
"That was quite mean of me, Anthea, so I'll let you choose if I should punish you for that outburst." I squeeze your ass with both hands.
"One 'MMMF' for no spank at all, two 'MMMFs' for a spank with each hand, and three 'MMMFs' for a spank with just one hand." I squeeze again.
"What do you say, Anthea?"
"Mmmmf! Mmmmmff!"
"Enunciate, Anthea: was that one MMMF or two?"
"Mmmf! Mm mmf mmmf!"
"Four 'Mmmfs' wasn't an option, Anthea."
I stay where I am and think about this. It takes me a while, but then it registers. My erection throbs.
"You said 'Two, I want two'. Anthea, you want two..." I'd expected you to not fall for the trap of 'no spanks', but didn't expect you to want two spanks.
"You want to feel my palms, my strong, wide palms striking both sides of your bottom?" I squeeze your ass with my hands again, and you can feel my thumbs slipping into the crevice between your cheeks - one thumb gets hooked over the thin strip of black material covering your modesty there, and you feel it pulled a little way to one side.
"Is that guilt? Is that to show me just how sorry you are, Anthea? Do you think asking for the worst punishment will get you in my good books?"
I look along your body as it stretches out in front of me, at your dark brown hair pulled into the pony tail that rests between your shoulders as I consider the implications of your answer. Your breathing is steady, as if you've braced yourself.
"Or is it because you like it; do you crave the brief, sharp pain of being spanked?"
SMACK! My right hand strikes your right cheek, hard. You exhale loudly through your nose.
"That must have hurt, Anthea. Did you enjoy it? Do you want to be punished like this?" Your cheek is bright red, and the shape of my hand is visible on your skin.
"I wonder what you get out of it? Do you enjoy those moments before the hand strikes, waiting helplessly for the spank to come," I lift my left hand from your behind, "is there a thrill of anticipation running through you right now..."
I feel you holding your breath as you brace yourself.
"...does it turn you on to know that it's coming, but there's nothing you can do about it, and you don't..."
You have to exhale, and empty your lungs in a long, loud breath from your nose.
"...know wh-"
SMACK!
Your head jerks back as my left hand spanks your ass as hard as the right did moments earlier. I think I took you by surprise there, but having just exhaled you are prevented from crying out. You manage to refill your lungs, but your breathing is almost hyperventilation and your whole body rises and falls on the table.
"I can see I'm going to have to re-think what would actually be a punishment for you. Oh - and well done for not falling for the obvious trap of requesting no spanks," I trace a finger round the red handprint on your left buttock, "you have submitted, Anthea, and that is the only choice that is yours to make."
I lift the string of your thong out of your ass-canyon and stretch it before letting go - it pings back down between your cheeks.
"Now - where were we?"
"MmmmMGF!"
"Oh yes - your legs."
I'm still behind you, and pick up your next restraint from my pile of equipment. I survey your long legs running up from your spike heels to the round, reddened flesh of your ass exposed before me. The lace of your stocking-tops is delicate and pretty - I long to touch them and feel the texture of the material stretched around your thigh.
You feel my hand on your left ankle, shortly before you feel a leather cuff being tightened round the calf above it. You feel the slight squeeze as the buckle is fastened, and then straight away you feel my hand on your right ankle. I lift this leg, pulling it slightly further away from the other, spreading you wider. Your high heel clicks on the floor as it comes back down to earth.
You feel another cuff tightened round your right leg.
"Legs together," I order, standing and placing a hand on your back.
You move your left leg inwards, and find that its progress is halted by something jammed between your angles.
"A spreader bar, to keep your legs just where I want them," I say coming round to face you. You look up at me, and I hold your face between my hands. I kiss your forehead, my lips lingering on your skin, as I remove one hand and push it into your welcoming cleavage.
"I'm glad you submitted, Anthea - I'm glad you came back to get what you deserved," I say watching your face as I fondle your right tit, "what you wanted..."
I return behind you, and pick up another rope. I kneel behind you noticing that your mound is more visible between the tops of your legs now that your legs are spread a little wider. I wrap the rope round your right thigh, just above the knee.
"Are you getting hot, Anthea? Is your bondage exciting you?"
You feel the soft cords slide around your leg, surrounding your flesh in a tightening noose. I see you pull your head back, your back arching down towards the table as you do so, and wondering if this will squeeze a nipple out of your bra as your chest is forced between your bound arms. I pull the cords tight around your thigh and then start to wind it round the table leg.
"Do you feel helpless yet?" Your knee bends slightly as your leg is forced against the furniture. I wrap the end of the cord round the loops connecting stockinged leg to wooden leg and tie it off.
"Do you feel at my mercy?" I begin tying another velvet cord round your left thigh. You shift position slightly over the table - are you testing your bonds, or enjoying the sensation?
I tie this rope around your leg and the table leg in the same way that I did previously, and while I am kneeling behind you, my face is level with your pussy - only the thin material of your thong separates my mouth from your lips as I lean closer.
"Can you feel my breath, Anthea? Can you feel my hot breath on your groin?"
I tie off the last knot and stand.
"Do you feel exposed? How does it feel to be bound, gagged and helpless with your ass and pussy up in the air where I can do what I want with them?"
You feel my hands on your waist, feel the press of my hips against your thighs, and feel the rigidity of my erection pressing on your labia through two layers of material. I move away and come round to face you once more.
What a pleasing sight: your arms and legs are all tied to the table with soft, red ropes holding you tight. Your legs are spread by the bar at your ankles, held there by thick leather cuffs. Steel cuffs enclose your wrists and you are gagged with your precious muzzle. Your bare buttocks, still pink from the last spanks are raised up on high heels and legs and ready for whatever I decide. The key to whole situation remains on the table top.
"Here is your lesson in restraint, Anthea, here is what your submission means."
I leave the room to collect some more things.
-
Your gorgeous, helpless, restrained body is before me.
"Anthea, now you are restrained, I need to be sure you have completely submitted, that you are mine to do with as I please, that you will welcome any punishments meted out for your misdemeanours." I place my hand on your buttock, making you flinch slightly, and run it along your back as I walk round to face you.
"Questions, questions..."
Standing up against the far side of the table, with the key between us, I pull your ponytail down to your back so that you are forced to look up at me.
"Have you submitted to me, Anthea? One MMMF for yes, two for no."
"MMMF! MMMMMff!!"
"So proud, Anthea" I say, smiling and looking into your eyes as I reflect on the implications of your response; my cock goes rock hard as you defiantly hold my gaze.
"So you are going to be hard work." I release your ponytail and go to fetch from behind you some of the items I brought through earlier.
You feel a cold strip of metal on your right buttock, its coolness making your smacked skin tingle. I slide my left hand under the T-piece of your thong, my nails gently scratching your lower back before I lift the material away. You feel the string of the thong pull at your pussy and up through your ass.
"Fortunately," I say as you hear something go SNIP once and then again, "I love to work hard."
You feel your panties being pulled away between your legs, and you tense as you feel the air on your uncovered pussy.
"...and I love my work."
I pick up two items, place my left hand at the top of your right stocking and run my fingers up the back of your thigh, up and over your cheek and along your back as I come round to face you.
"Let's see if these change your mind."
On the table in front of you, on either side of the key, I place a broad black leather paddle and a soft, white wand vibrator. I look at you closely to try and gauge your reaction to these two items, to see if either makes your eyes widen. As I watch your eyes, it appears to me they both do, but I make a decision and pick one of them up again.
"Shall we begin?"
"Mm..."
I consider your raised, round, naked ass.
"So beautiful, but so proud and so..." I place my free left hand on the inside curve of your right buttock while I search for the right word, "...wilful."
"But I'll tame you yet." I remove my left hand.
"I want you to count to ten, Anthea, count as loudly as you feel you need to."
SMACK! I bring the paddle down hard on the fullest part of your backside.
"Mmf!"
SMACK! On the outside of your left cheek.
"Mmmf!"
SMACK! At the top of your left cheek.
"Mmmmf!"
SMACK! Where your left thigh meets your left cheek; I can hear you breathing hard already.
"Mmmm!"
SMACK! Back in the middle of your left cheek, as hard as I can.
"Mmf!"
Your head jolts back, dark brown hair still flying as I quickly bring the paddle down again.
SMACK! Towards the inside of your left cheek.
"Mmmf!" You jump slightly. "Keep counting," I say.
SMACK! Bottom of the left cheek.
"M-mmf!"
"Does it smart, Anthea?"
SMACK! Back of your left thigh.
"Mmmf!"
"Or are you enjoying it?" Your body, restrained before me, is quivering now. My cock is throbbing.
SMACK! Outside of your left thigh.
"Mmf!!"
"Are you tingling, Anthea?"
SMACK! Inside of your left thigh. You shudder bodily, like you're cumming.
"Mm!"
SMACK! At the base of your back.
"M-m-mmf!"
"How many's that? I've lost count."
SMACK! Inside of your left thigh again.
"Mmmf!"
"How many?"
SMACK! SMACK! Both in the middle of your left cheek. I pause, my arm hurting as you breathe hard through your nose.
"Mmm-mmf! Mmmf-mmf!"
"And one more for luck."
SMACK!!
"Mm-mmmf!"
"How does that feel, Anthea? Is your skin on fire?" I place my fingers on the skin of your left cheek. You flinch. "Do you wish you could get away - do you wish you weren't gagged, tied to a table and at my mercy?" A trace an ever-increasing circle round the globe of your buttock, before grabbing the whole thing in my left hand and squeezing the flesh hard. "Or are you exactly where you want to be?"
SMACK!
"Have you submitted yet, Anthea? One moan for yes, two for no."
"Mmmmf!"
But you're not finished, and I am momentarily disappointed that you've submitted so easily, before you satisfy me with a second grunt.
"Mmmmff!"
"What a strong-minded slut you are, Anthea." I caress the bright red skin on your buttock - you try to wriggle away from my touch, but you can't. "Well, if I can't beat you into submission," I say pushing the erect cock beneath my trousers against your bare pussy, "I'll have to change tack."
I hold my cock there until I feel you push back against it.
"Let's see if you respond to a softer touch instead," I say stroking your back with the back of my hand.
I move away from your rear, and place the paddle back on the table. "Let's see if I can reduce you to jelly another way."
I bend down and start applying little butterfly kisses to your scarlet backside.
I place both my hands around your left thigh, holding it tightly while I kiss all over the skin of your buttock, before moving down and kissing your hip, and your thigh - both the bare skin and where your stocking covers it.
I move my hands, and caress your groin with my left hand while I stand and begin kissing your back in the same way, starting at the bottom, and moving along your horizontal spine with the light touch of my lips fluttering over your skin.
I kiss along the material of your bra, and caress your back with my hands. You are motionless.
"Still waiting for another spank, Anthea?"
"MMmmmmff."
I push your head forward over your tethered wrists and apply my kisses to the back of your neck, feeling your torso move for the first time since I started - your shoulders squirming in response to my lips.
I kiss up the edge of the gag, and in behind your ears while my hand finds its way beneath your body to your breasts. I caress the bare skin above your bra, and then your left nipple through the material. I caress it while I'm licking your neck, feeling it harden and gently beginning to squeeze it. I start nibbling the tops of your ears and squeeze your nipple harder and harder between my fingers until you cry out at last and try to get away, the ropes tightening, the chain of the cuffs snapping taut.
You can't get away from my lips, my tongue, my teeth and my hands; you're tied to my table, your delicious figure clad in nothing but stockings, bra, muzzle and unyielding red rope. I'm kissing behind your ears with one hand deep in your dark brown hair, holding it, pulling it. I can hear your breath close to my ear, feel you writhing beneath my touch.
Releasing one hard nipple, I move to start nibbling your right ear. I find the other erect nipple and squeeze it hard straight away. The end of my tongue darts in to the most sensitive part of your ear, causing you to jerk your head away quickly. This doesn't distract from the pressure on your nipple though.
"MMMMMMFFF!!" you cry out, your eyes clamped shut.
"Was that a moan of pleasure, Anthea?" I say, standing. I lift your bra strap, and let it ping down, as I bend and apply my tongue to the right-hand side of your ribcage and waist, gently flicking over the sensitive skin and making you squirm again. I clasp my hands round your right calf and my tongue follows the line of your leg from buttock, over hip, and down the thigh to the back of your knee, which I kiss lightly.
"This must be torture for you, Anthea, the soft touch of lips opposed to the strictness of ropes and cuffs, affection instead of a paddle on your bottom." I lift your garter belt and let that ping down to coincide with the word 'bottom'. You jump, and I hear a sudden intake of breath through your nose.
"I won't be using the paddle again," I say before licking up the inside of your leg until you feel my nose just touch your naked mound. "Not for a little while anyway."
You can feel the heat of my breath on the lips of your pussy. You try to force your thighs and backside forwards, but are stuck where you are by the red rope holding you tightly against the table.
"Pleasure before any more pain, Anthea," I say blowing gently on your asshole, "although I'm not sure you know the difference..."
I place my right hand on the skin of your left groin, above the stocking top, enjoying the firm feel of your held flesh, the heat of your skin on my palm. I feel you wiggle and twitch as I start gently biting the skin of your right ass cheek. I move my face over your skin again, lightly nipping every inch of your butt with my teeth. My hand is now caressing your loin, and every few seconds you feel the side of my hand touch you mound.
I lean my chest on your ass as I start to nip the skin of your back, running both my hands along your sides, and under you to squeeze your tits again. Small sounds are coming out of your gag, like slightly muffed gasps. I break off from nibbling you.
"Next time, we won't hide those tits away, Anthea," I say squeezing them both. "I think I've denied myself pinning you to the table this way," I bite the back of your neck, under your dark brown ponytail, "I think I'd like to see these perky things on display." I squeeze both nipples with my fingers and thumbs. "Do you like having them slapped as much as your ass?"
"Mmmf m mmf!"
I'm kissing your back again, and pulling my hands back along your sides as I slide backwards off your backside until my hands are gripping your hips. I'm kissing and licking down the inside curve of your ass until I reach the pert bit that provides the definition between buttock and thigh. You fling your head back, dark brown hair flying as I run my tongue along the underside of the firm overhang.
"I think it's time you had a little fun," I say, licking the skin of your groin adjacent to your mound, "and I want to hear you enjoying yourself." I can feel the heat coming off your pussy on my face and wonder how wet you are. "After all, all work and no play makes Anthea a dull girl..."
You're suddenly alone: neither my hands nor my body, not my lips nor my tongue, are touching you. You try to look round, nervous at this sudden denial of touch. You hear a buzzing noise, and look down to discover that the wand vibrator is no longer on the table.
I can see you squirming, trying to close your long legs, attempting to clamp those firm loins together. Your heels skitter slightly on the hard floor as they try to get purchase, or even move any meaningful distance, but the spreader bar does its job effectively.
"Remember, Anthea: I want to hear you."
You feel the vibrating wand's head touch your hood, and I hear you inhale sharply. Slowly, I push it up until I feel the resistance of your pubis. With your clitoris between the two, I just hold the wand in place and let it buzz you insistently.
"MMMMMFFF!"
"Is this better than spanking? Will I achieve your surrender by being nice to you?"
The wand slips slightly as your whole mound gets wetter. "Are you horny, Anthea? Are you getting that excitement of eventual orgasm?"
The vibrator hums away on your clitoris, and I caress your inside leg and ass with my free hand.
"I could do all sorts to you, Anthea, while you're indisposed like this." You're starting to squirm. "I could use you as I wished."
"Mmmf!"
I slip two fingers in and back out of your sopping cunt, just once. "I could slide my hard cock into you, and just hold it there, impale you on it for as long as I wanted and feel you writhe around it, or fuck you so hard we'd move the table round the room."
"I could cover your asshole in lube," I say, slowly running my tongue up over it, feeling your cheeks clench involuntarily, "and push beads-on-a-string up there - one," I press a finger gently against your asshole as I count, "two," I press again, "three," I push my finger in, "and pull them out again."
"Mmmmfff!!"
"Slowly," I say pulling it back out again as described.
"I could - " SMACK! " - your bottom until you lost count, until your body screamed in the ecstasy of agony..."
"Mmmmmmmm..."
I can see your hips start to roll, and wonder if your eyes are closed, if you'd be biting your lip - if you could.
"Or I could use the key, Anthea, remove your precious gag and fuck your face until I exploded cum all over it."
"MMmmffff!"
"I could hold this vibrator here for hours, make you cum over and over again, until you thought you couldn't cum again..." I run my tongue up your pussy now, the tip not quite entering you, "...and then make you cum again."
"Mmmmff!"
Or I could simply leave you here - walk away and leave you tied to this table for days - and no-one would hear you, no-one could set you free - apart from me."
You're writhing on the table, your back rising and falling as you try to control your breathing. "I could do all of that to you, Anthea, all of them, one thing after another, and I could film it all so I could relive this domination of you whenever I chose."
"MMMFFFF!" I think you like that idea.
"I think you have submitted, Anthea, I think you have surrendered to me and whatever I choose for you and your body." I can't hear the vibrator over your breathing.
"I think you'd like to watch that tape back more than I would."
"You'd want to see yourself walk in, see how sexy you looked in your lingerie, with your dark brown hair, your long legs, and that stunning gag, and see the effect it all had on me, what it drove me to do to you, and what delights it meant for your body."
I'm having to hold the vibrator as still as I can now, as your hips are starting to buck, your butt almost doing figures-of-eights in front of me.
"I think you want to be used, to surprise yourself with the lengths you can pushed to, I think seeing yourself be used to satisfy someone else's peccadillo makes you horny like nothing else."
"I think seeing yourself so helpless, with all choice removed, is your turn on."
"Mmmf!"
"I think you want to be tied down so that the teasing and the -, the foreplay are almost infinitely prolonged."
"MMMMMM!"
"I think you want every sensation heightened, every feeling to be electric, to thrill every nerve in your body."
"I think you'll willingly suffer the spanking and the nipple-squeezing, welcome the pulled hair and the discomfort of bondage, because you like to walk either side of that line between pain and pleasure, Anthea - because you know the reward at the end will make you scream like a banshee."
"MMMMMMMMMM!"
Your legs are trembling, your back is bucking and your breathing ragged. You are on the brink, but I sense that you are somehow withholding it until the moment you deem to be right arrives, the perfect moment when pleasure and pain converge, and cause the pressure to blow. I know you're close, that the vibrator can charge you up no further, can impart no further bliss on your clitoris; now you just need something to trigger the release of that pent-up ecstasy...
SMACK!!
"MMMMFFFFFGGGHHH!!"
"MMMMFFFGG... GNNNNNGGGHH!!"
Your back bucks and heaves, your legs spasm, and your hips and ass almost vibrate - the noise is a long, high scream and a low, drawn out guttural moan at the same time. The table moves three inches to one side as your pinioned body shakes uncontrollably. I re-position the vibrator, and try to ride out the secondary tremors moving through your body before a second tidal wave orgasm arrives.
"MMMMmmmmmfff!"
You feel the vibrator's touch suddenly leave your clitoris.
"Decision made: I've decided what I'm going to do with my helpless Anthea".
You feel my left hand placed on your left butt cheek an instant before you feel the length of my cock slide smoothly into your pussy, eliciting a small gasp from behind your gag. I hold myself there, not moving - not withdrawing, not pushing deeper - just keeping you stuck on me, feeling your vagina tighten round me.
"Can you feel it pulsing, Anthea, can you feel my hard cock filling your soft pussy?"
You try to push back, try to waggle your butt to get some friction, but you can't move, impaled on my rod as you are.
"I could stay here all afternoon, Anthea, stay here with my rigid pole ensuring your position."
"Mm!" you whimper, and I push myself harder against you, further into you.
"Could you cum, Anthea? Could your pussy make itself cum even if my cock did nothing?"
I have both my hands on your ass, kneading the flesh, deciding which side is firmer. I hold there, not moving for a minute until you squirm.
"Mmmmff!"
"However, all work and no play makes me a dull boy," and with that I pull myself almost all the way out, causing you to inhale sharply. "I'm going to fuck you into submission, Anthea," I say pushing my erection firmly back into your wet snatch.
"This might take a while, Anthea," I pull out so that my glans is tickling your lips, "and that means we won't get back to the spanking soon," before pushing steadily back in so that my hips rest against your ass.
Your head jerks back as my cock ploughs you, and while your ponytail is splayed across your back I grab it, hold it hard.
"MMMFF!"
With your hair held tight, and your face pointing at the ceiling I increase the frequency of my thrusts. Your hands are bound, your arms are tied to the table, your legs are spread, and your head is held firm by your pulled hair - I fuck you hard, my hips banging against your bare ass. The table jumps slightly and I hear you moan through your gag again.
"MMMFF!!"
We're like a machine - my rod the steel piston mercilessly plunging the full depth of your pussy-shaft, my cock thrusting repeatedly and exactly balls-deep into your lubricated vagina. Each thrust brings a little moan from your mouth, and a little skip across from the table.
"Mm - Mm - Mm - Mm - Mm -Mm."
"I'm going to fill you with my spunk, Anthea, but you will probably know it's coming before I do." I can feel the end is near for my rigid penis in your hot cunt.
"Your pussy will feel my cock contract, and your pussy will tighten round it," I say still pumping into you hard and fast, "and then you'll feel me tighten, feel my load about to discharge..."
"Mmmm..."
I feel your vaginal muscles tighten round me, "...and you'll bite your lip..."
"Mmmmf!"
"...and you'll cum an instant before I do knowing you're about to be filled with my spunk."
You shudder and your back bucks again.
"MMMFFF!"
I feel your hot pussy convulse around my cock, and your legs quiver as I pull your hair back even further towards me and you cum again.
"MMMMFFFGGHHHH!!"
I push myself as far and as hard into you as I can and spurt my load as far into you as I can. You groan a low groan again, as I hold myself where I am, getting my breath back.
"NNNNMMMGGGGHH!"
I slap your ass, give you one more thrust and withdraw, admiring your body as it tries to deal with the aftermath of a third orgasm while unable to move. You are breathing so hard, and apparently struggling to breathe, that for an instant I consider removing your gag.
My concern passes.
"Was that pain or pleasure?" I ask, my grip on your hair unrelenting.
"Mmmmmmfff..." You are gasping through your muzzle, your eyes shut.
Keeping hold of your hair, I withdraw my sticky cock from your exposed pussy. I can see your lips hot and flushed before me as pick up my last piece of rope - a rough, rasping length of plain hemp rope.
I tie one end to your ponytail and pull it hard back towards me, pinning your head against your spine. I tie a knot in the middle, re-knotting over it twice more so that there is a big rough ball of rope there. I pull the rope tight through the crack of your ass, the rough knot sitting roughly on your asshole, before tying the other end to the spreader bar between your legs. I see your cheeks clench against the knot, trying to get away from it, but it is held down tight against your twitching hole by the tautness of the rope.
"Did I do left or right before, Anthea?" I ask, and you feel the paddle laid on your left buttock.
"Mmm!"
"Which?"
"MMMM!"
"Nevermind; we'll do the right. Count to ten again," I say lifting the paddle. You tense as you wait for it to descend.
No delays between strikes this time; I spank you frequently and hard, as hard as I can with the broad leather paddle.
SMACK! Middle of your right cheek.
SMACK! Top of your right cheek.
SMACK! Outside of our right cheek. You try to shuffle away.
"MMMMMFFF!" You've no time to count, I'm going too fast.
SMACK! Bottom of your right cheek, bringing a little squeal from you as you try to pull your head forward, rubbing the rough knot over your ass.
SMACK! Middle of the right cheek again, which has reddened.
SMACK! Middle of the left cheek.
"MMMF!"
SMACK! On the knot in the rope.
SMACK! Bottom of your back.
SMACK! Middle of the right cheek again, and you close your eyes, holding back tears.
"MMMMMFFF!!"
SMACK! Top of your right thigh. You jump again, and the knot rubs against your asshole again.
SMACK! On the knot.
SMACK! On the knot again.
SMACK! The hat-trick.
"MMMMMFFFFF!!"
SMACK! Inside of your right thigh.
SMACK! Left ass cheek.
SMACK! Right ass cheek.
SMACK!! I've put my thumb on the knot and with each spank, as your body convulses, the clump of rope rubs against the sensitivity of your sensitive orifice as the pressure of my thumb forces it to begin to yield to the knot.
"MMMMMFFF!!"
SMACK!
"Submitted yet?"
SMACK!!
"MMMMMFFF!"
SMACK!! Your right cheek is now as red as the left one was earlier, and your body is tense, trying to move itself away from the paddle's blows, away from the stinging pain they bring.
"No, you're enjoying this far too much."
SMACK!
"MMMMFFF!"
SMACK!!
"MMMFFF!!" you say as the rough knot in the rope finally breaches your asshole. You try to pull your head forward and down towards the key, pulling your own hair to try and pull the knot out of you.
SMACK!!
"MMMMMmmmFFFFfff!"
"I could keep this up all day, Anthea."
SMACK!!
"MMfff!"
"...and I suspect you could, too..."
SMACK!! I give you a final spank and drop the paddle on the floor as you groan.
"Mmmmfff, mmmmfff..."
Your bottom is bright red, dissected by the hemp rope that is cruelly pulling your long, brunette hair. Your stockinged legs are twitching against their red bonds and the table, a tic in one of them causing one of your high heels to 'tac-tac-tac-tac-tac' quickly on the hard floor.
I come round to face you, taking in the tears that have dried, and the eyes that are tightly closed.
"I'll ask you again, Anthea: have you submitted yet? One groan for yes etc..."
Your eyes flash open, moist and tired, but fierce and defiant.
"MMM! MMMF!"
I smile. "That's what I admire about you most, Anthea: your spirit. I look forward to renewing hostilities with you again very soon."
You attempt - unsuccessfully - to find somewhere where your head won't cause the rope to tease your asshole and try to control your breathing, the deep breathes causing your back to rise and fall noticeably. I start to walk away from you and the table you remain attached to.
"Miss Hall will be along in half an hour to unfasten you, Anthea, and then you can return upstairs to your office. Keep the key safe, please, and remember that both it and the gag are company property that I will use as and when I like."
I give your butt one last smack with my hand, SMACK!
"However. You'll be pleased to know that you will be invited for a second interview later in the month: please research what a 'safe word' is as preparation. Good day."
You hear the door shut behind me and, as you steel yourself for your thirty minute wait, my cum starts to drip down between your legs and onto the floor.