Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. falling dusk and i drive under the motorway and remember theres a lay by just off the roundabout. i pull over and shut my eyes for a moment - take a deep breath. Nearly there. Nearly with you. I pull t-shirt over my head and lean over into the backseat suddenly aware of breasts encased in black silk pushed against the back of the seat. I sling the coat on as i get out of the car...stand by the side of the road and regardless of traffic wriggle my skirt down my legs, leaving more silk encased flesh in its wake. For a second i toy with removing pants... but with second thoughts leave them in place. Only a few miles left so once back in the driving seat I root in the passenger footwell and slip black stilettos on too. i smile to myself.... trying to drive in such footwear is asking for an accident... and being cut out of a car by firemen wearing just a coat and underwear post accident almost sounds fun. But no.... my mind goes back to you... and the car starts to eat away at the final miles. By the time I pull up outside the flat I know my crotch is saturated...I can feel my heart beating and I attempt to slow my breathing...nervous anticipation is a wonderful thing. standing outside the door...a final deep breath...and a knock. whilst i wait i slide my thighs slightly...feeling slickness. feeling nervous happiness. door opens. step inside. but not as expected into your arms... but into a stinging blow, a slap that put me down into the small space at the bottom of the stairs. you pull the coat from me and say "crawl" i take the stairs on all fours as you shut the door and then wait for you at the top of the stairs. "I don't even need to touch you bitch... I can see it seeping down your legs" I raise rear end in anticipation of touch...wait...quiver.... but no touch... and I ache. "bedroom" bitch wheels left into the bedroom and again waits head down... waits.... drips...aches. you move around... move things.... find things.... eventually stand next to bitch scissors in hand and slowly cut away wet silk... dripping wet silk that you then wipe in bitch's face...your fingers open her mouth and silk is pushed inside. she whimpers. now you touch her... grateful she groans, her entire body relaxing into your hand and the sound of fingers thrusting into wet cunt. its a brief moment of pleasure that only makes her need her cunt filled more and then you sit on the bed. Master is wearing boots and sat on the bed.... bitch knows what is expected and crawls to his feet... face still lowered she rises into a kneel and opens her legs... again waits.... almost panting in desperation...in need.... boot touches cunt... shiny leather slides over engorged flesh...every nerve ending already desperate to cum... slowly....so...slowly...Master rubs boot on cunt and we can both hear it. minutes pass with just the sound of slippery cunt although the movement of the boot has been replaced with slow movement of cunt over boot... if bitch was allowed to look up she would see you watching her carefully... the instant her movement quickens beyond the pace you set she is off...pushed face down to the floor. "please" she says...muffled mouth still full but thats the wrong thing... not just the wrong thing to say...but 'a' wrong thing. bitches don't speak. The collar now goes around her neck... but before she can even feel the shift it brings you use it to yank her up onto the bed....she flails... you slap her limbs back into place. spreader bars. handcuffs. all fours. and then flog her. she fights to get hands to cunt as pain builds... you flog her until she cries... starts to choke on her tears and sobs, then turn her over. stretch legs out... lift tits out of bra cups...hands still cuffed stretched above head and thrash her some more...red marks instantly rising on white breasts. you stop.... hook a finger into her mouth and remove sodden fabric. "speak" "Nick.... please.... fuck me" Again wrong. "Apologise bitch" but in stubborn embarrassment she turns her face away. You leave the room. shit.... shit....SHIT. I struggle to sit... rolling slightly to attempt it.... "Nick" and then more quietly "Master?" You walk back into the room.... face set... silent. you are still clothed and suddenly this feels very different.. theres no fun here... no give.... from behind your back you bring duct tape and you rip off a strip... "no.... seriously Nick... stop it.... you're scaring me... its just not funny" nothing. tape goes over mouth. this girl tries to get eye contact as you lean over her.... but there is nothing. nothing. but her cunt now hurts with its ache. you stand looking down at her... open the cupboard and turn back with gun. Once upon a time this would have made her smile... but today isn't once upon a time.... The part of her who knows this is play...is equal to the part of her that thinks it may not be. At what point before someone kills you do you realise they aren't at any level kidding. If she wasn't restrained.... if she wasn't gagged... she could alter this.... make it swing back into reality...a reality she wants... tears are all she has left... slowly.... you place the muzzle of the gun into her cunt.... with one hand you reach up and close her eyelids. the world stands still. ........ the world starts to turn again as warm cock takes the place of cold metal.... your weight bears down on her... the tape is removed and mouths meet... you lick tears.... and say hello.