Being bound,  separated her, detached her . . .attached her , kept her secure . . .

Being used . . .her pleasure, satisfied his pleasure  . . .

She knew she pleased him.  He'd bound her methodically, then sated his most urgent pleasure opening and kissing her cunt until she writhed in sinful torture . . .

She sat on the edge of the table, opened her legs where he could stand close and nestled against him feeling the sticky warmth of their sweat and the much cooler breeze on her back . . . He quickly released her arms from the soft rope and she nuzzled her neck afraid of the freedom . . . She drew her arms up and clung to him, tightening her legs around her hips, keeping her face buried against his shoulder.  She ached, her skin sizzled and cooled.  So many sensations, safe and secure then released . . .she kissed his neck as he drew her closer, put his arm around her and kissed the nape of her neck.  

She took a shaky breath as she ached for him to say his three words in the dark.  She flushed with guilt, and affection and the ache bit deeply.  She felt him take her wrists and quickly bind them in her cuffs.  She relaxed and lifted her head and accepted her collar and turned her head and took a kiss from him as he again pushed her on her back on the table. . . He shut off the cool air by shutting the door and she felt the sunlight raise the flame inside her. . . He took her hands and secured them over her head, then her ankles to the corners of the table.  . .   The snap of the chain to her leash, then the piercing of the clamps . . .to each nipple and then quickly to the hood of her cunt.  She tried to raise her legs but was held tightly and gasped as she felt his fingers open the lips of her cunt and the dildo pushed in steadily . . .the first stab sent a jolt through her and instead of whimpering, she pushed against it and held herself until it was fully into her . . . Before she could take another breath, he pulled on the chain and sent shocks to her nipples and to her clit . . .

She twisted and fought her restraints, causing the chain to pull yet harder . . .she relaxed a bit, then arched her back . . .she cried out when the cane struck across her breasts, just below the nipple . . .she smiled and bit her lip and raised her hips . . . The strike was slow in coming . . .she held her breath agonizing the moments.    She pursed her lips and held her hips up a bit . . .and moaned when four hard steady blows caught the insides of her thighs . . . The clips were released from her nipples and she twisted again at the pain and then gasped as four hard blows struck her nipples . . .then a second later six more hard blows worked their way from her thighs, the release of the clip on her hood, the last two blows against her swollen labia . . .

As suddenly as he began, he stopped.  He quickly released her ankles, leaving her wrists bound and wrapped her warmly in the throw she'd been laying on.  He carried her, still shaking and lay against her on the couch . . .she twisted until he pulled the cover back and she could feel his skin against hers.  She took her bound hands and took his hand and pushed it between her legs . . .and whispered as she kept her face against her neck . . .the pain blended with her slick cunt, stirred by his fingers.  As he fingered her aching cunt, she rocked back and fourth until she could not bear to stop or to go further . . .

He pressed deeper and continued, until she placed her hands on top of his and kissed his neck again and again . . .

He never let go of her and held her tightly until she was quiet and raised her head for a kiss . . .He kissed her again, then again . . .never letting go of her.  He took her wrists, and slowly released them until she nodded . . .attaching her leash, he took the cover from around them and stood her . . .she stood closely in front of him and put her hand over his heart, still holding on.   He lead her to the shower and examined her closely as her skin turned pink from the very warm water.   She stood silently, quietly as he soaped a washcloth and bathed her.   She took the cloth, washed his chest and shoulders, then kneeled under the shower washing his stomach, then taking both hands, she lovingly washed his cock and thighs . . .

He toweled her off and applied lotion over the welts that had risen from the cane.   She looked into the mirror relishing the soreness and admiring her ladder . . .the welts equally placed laterally across her breasts and nipples  and five more fanning out equally from her labia . . .touching and pressing the deep red welts caused her to relive the sweet creamy penetration of pain, like remembering something sweet to eat made your mouth water at the thought. 

She offered him her wrists and was rewarded with her cuffs.  Happily, he left her nude and led her out of their bath.   She was placed near him as he searched through the kitchen . . .she looked to see the sun had set . . .realizing her display had lasted through the afternoon . . .she ached again, and ran her fingers over her welts.  She lay back against the chair and kept her legs parted and closed her eyes . . . When she opened them again, it was dark outside and she'd curled up with the pillow.  He came for her when he heard her stir and stood her close to him as she raised her face . . .after a kiss, he turned her and bent her over the near chaise . . . She took a wider stance . . .

"Open" 

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks and whispered to him as he pet her slit . . . He slid his arm around her waist, pushing her a little further over the chaise and raising her ass  . . .he spread her lips wide and fingered her until she warmed deeper . . .pushing his cock into her cunt with long strokes.  She whispered again . . .and raised her hips as he pushed deeply . . .then reached behind and again spread her cheeks for him, as an invitation . . . A moment later her ass took the head of his cock, and she felt the pressure and his fingers press against her welts as he grabbed her hips and fucked her . . .

Minutes . . .and his strokes were deep inside her, the welts being abused against the chaise and his hands gripping her hips . . .the surge was sudden and hard, then again . . .then slower strokes and she recalled how he filled her mouth until it ran onto her chin . . . She turned and then sat back with her legs up. She was tingling and patient until he raised her on her leash.   He unfastened the chain and sent her to freshen up.  

She found her soft robe laid out on the bed and added perfume.   He sent her for wine and she joined him with the glass they always shared.   There was unleavened bread, which she began tearing as he set the platter of curry and meat between them.   She poured and offered him wine.  The too too spicy curry and peppers filled her with fire and she felt her muscles beginning to relax . . . More wine and she ate much more than she thought she would . . . Stopping only for thick slices of chocolate cake . . . She took big bites and demurely looked hoping that her dessert was not complete.   He sent her for more wine and she giggled and quickly kiss him . . . Returning she found the hash box sitting next to another slice of the heavy chocolate cake . . . She poured wine and took a long deep hit from the hash as she picked bites of the cake and sips of wine.  . .