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 Normal disclaimers apply, this is a story of a frank and adult nature, if
you are not old enough to buy porn in your country then stop reading, turn
off your computer and go and do something healthy.  -----

   The table was spread with a fresh salad and two beautiful thick fillet
steaks, I found it difficult to eat with a rope bra and knickers biting
into my skin.  I could feel my cum soaking my jeans and cooling in my cunt
and yet here I was still bound watching her eat.  She was telling me about
her life, making small talk as if having a bound diner guest was perfectly
normal.

   She had been brought up by her parents until they died in a car crash
when she was 16, her dad had owned about 10 old factories and was trying to
make a living making shirts, up against cheap foreign imports.  She had
realised where the money was and had closed the factories, selling one she
had used the money to develop the next one before selling it.  The cash and
quality of each development and increased until now at the age of 22 she
had forty million in the bank and one factory left, converted into 30
luxury flats each worth over a million she was a very rich girl indeed. 
She now focused on her two loves photography and fetish bondage, which
brought me into the picture.

   I mumbled that I was single, living in London and totally pissed off
with work, life and love.  She smiled and poured another champagne.

   "If your not going to eat your steak we might as well get you cleaned up
a bit", she said.  Picking up a piece of rope she quickly tied my hands
behind my back again and pulled them up to the rope bra.  Laughing she
fashioned a rough noose and dropped it over my head, pulling the other end
she lead me away from the table.

   "Come on little starer", she called as she lead me into the bathroom. 
The bathroom, like the rest of the flat, was huge.  The main feature being
a freestanding victorian bath in the center of the room.  I was led to a
chain and hook that hung from the ceiling.

   "Charles has even removed my hanging basket so I can hang my latest
pet", she announced.  Looping the rope over the hook she tied the other end
to the radiator against the wall and kissing me full on the lips left the
room.

   Suddenly I was quite scared, here I was.  No even that thought was
wrong, I didn't know where the fuck I was, with my hands tied behind my
back wearing a rope bra and knickers unable to walk away because of a noose
around my neck.  Thinking about it had made me wet again.  FUCK scared and
horny.

   She was back, wearing a black silk dressing gown that was so sheer I
could not have afforded to buy the belt, it was almost see through.

   "You've had your orgasm, now I want mine", she said removing the noose.
Slowly she forced me onto my knees and opened the gown.  Her pussy was
glistening with moisture and baby smooth.  Leaning forward my tongue darted
along the length slowly flicking at her full lips.  I ran my tongue up the
length and found her clit small and hard.  Her hands were deep in my hair
forcing my mouth deeper into her.  I could sense her breath becoming more
shallow as she struggled to keep her composure.  I knew I was good.

   Slowing I changed the depth and angle causing her to loose focus,
delaying her.  Changing back I brought her closer and then changed down
again.  Her hands tightened in my hair as she tried to ride her ecstasy to
orgasm but I knew what I was doing and changed the tempo.  Finally I sucked
her cunt deep into my mouth and brought her to a screaming orgasm.  Wave
after wave of juices flooded my mouth as I sucked and licked her clean.

   Lifting me to my feet she slipped the noose back over my head.  Opening
a small cupboard she brought out a small riding crop.

   WACK, the first stroke smashed into my left tit, WACK, the second hit my
right tit.

   "When I want you to tease me, I'll tell you, little starer.  Apologise
to your Mistress".

   My tits stung like hell.

   "Sorry Mistress, I'm so sorry", I wailed, "please forgive me".  Smiling
she walked away and started running a bath.

   A few minutes later I was lying back enjoying the feeling of hot water
on my skin.  She was pouring more fizz (did she own shares in Champagne)
and handed it to me.  Taking some Imperial Leather Foam Bath she gently
rubbed the rich foam over my tits and down my chest.  My nipples were
standing to attention, as her hand slid under the water and spread my
thighs.

   My orgasm was slow and deep and oh so good.  --- The bedroom was lush
and red and the Queen sized bed dominated the room.  It's metal frame
looked very solid and I wondered how many women had been bound to it. 
Lying back I snuggled into her arms and feel into a deep sleep.

   The sun slowly woke me and I looked up into the most beautiful face I
had ever seen.  But something was wrong, blinking to clear my eyes I
realised she was completely bald, no eyebrows, no eyelashes and NO hair. 
Looking round I saw the long lush red hair on one of the bedposts, it was a
wig.

   Looking into her face I felt something inside me do a small flip, even
hairless she was sexy, I wondered if I stayed with her what would happen.
Slowly her eyes opened.

   "Do you have work", she asked?  I nodded, her hand slowly reached for a
nipple.

   "Yes Mistress", she laughed.

   "A quick learner", she said.  "Well go and shower and I will do
breakfast."

   As I showered I could hear her singing, I was happy.  SHIT where were my
clothes.  "Where are my clothes?"

   "Oh Charles will have thrown them out, he should have left clean ones
out, we are the same size." The clothes were the same as mine but where my
cashmere jumper cost £40 from M&S this would have cost £400.  Everything
was a perfect fit but oh so expensive.

   "I cant take these", I said.

   "Rubbish, tell you what..coffee", she passed me a cup as I entered the
kitchen, "They look good on you and your old jeans stank of little starer's
pussy juices.  Listen I'm going away for next weekends long Bank holiday
and I would love you to come.  Turn up Thursday wearing what you have on
and I'll have got Charles to clean your old clothes and you can swap back
if you like."

   "All weekend", I asked

   "Of course, all expenses paid", she smiled and stroked my face, "please
say yes little starer"

   My god, I had been tied up, made to orgasm, made to suck her off, had my
tits whipped and fingered off - there could only be one answer.

   "Yes please Mistress".