Homecoming

Until a few short months ago, Samantha could not have believed she would be aching to submit to any man. She was usually the sexual aggressor in her relationships and had always considered herself a very strong, feminist woman. Until she fell for Jake. He was different to any other man she had ever met, and as she became to trust and love him deeply, something in her started to ache to be dominated.

She had never felt this way before and it confused and frightened her. She was always strong and independent and the idea of being dominated by a man went against everything she had grown up to believe was right for a woman. How could she respect herself and yet want to be this man’s total sex slave, giving herself over completely to satisfy his every filthy need? And surely no man would want someone who was willing to do that? Sure, at first it may be exciting but surely he would soon tire of it and she would be left with her heart and self respect in shreds, ashamed by what she had done.

And yet just the thought of submitting that way to him – doing for him what she would never do or allow anyone else to do, exposing herself so entirely – her feelings for him were so strong she found it hard to stop thinking of it. It touched a nerve and craving inside her that went so far back it may have always been there. She had hidden these feelings for so long she did not know what to do when they arose.

But to her deep shame and thrilling fear, he had sensed it in her. As clearly as if it had been tattooed upon her face. He demanded she trust him on this journey. He looked deep into her eyes and promised her he would never lose respect for her if she chose this path with him. She took control of her fear and placed all her trust in this man she loved so deeply and who treated her like a beautiful, precious gift.

And so it was Jake who first introduced dominance into their lovemaking. At first their bedroom games were very light and playful, and then they grew more intense, rough and more complex. During her daily life, Samantha was still confident and ambitious in her work, carefree and popular in her social life, and fulfilled in her personal life with her creative pursuits, yoga and her love for travel. She had weeks and months of time to herself, as he travelled constantly for work and personal reasons.

But when he was home, she belonged to Jake, and allowed him to use her in anyway he wished. He always wanted to push the limits as to what she thought she could handle. She knew that soon the games would no longer be just confined to the house, they would become excursions into the unknown that would be dangerous at times, and yet it drew Samantha in like a vacuum.

He was only home for one night this time. It broke her heart, but she was determined not to spoil the time they had together. She had been aching for his touch for almost four weeks. He had demanded that she was not to touch herself while he was gone, yet every night their conversations became more sexually charged and graphic, and she was forced via the webcam to watch him masturbate his huge beautiful cock over and over. She was denied the pleasure of touching herself to relieve her desperate longing for his touch while tormented by the image of her beautiful lover taking his pleasure and wasting the cum that should be swallowed by her greedy mouth or cunt.

Samantha had persuaded him to stay at her place for that one night. She greeted him at the door so excited that she jumped into his arms.

“Did you miss me baby?” he laughed as she covered his face with kisses.

“Oh God baby, you know I missed you” she murmured throatily as she dragged him in the front door and closed it behind him.

Pushing him against the closed door, she kissed him deeply and pressed her entire body urgently against his strong frame unable to stop the moans of longing that escaped from within her. Her entire body was on fire underneath the flimsy robe she wore. Her nipples ached and strained against the nearly sheer fabric and her naked pussy was dripping wet.

She could not wait for him a second longer, she had been denied pleasure for too long. But in an instant his embrace turned into a powerful hold as one of his large hands grabbed both of her wrists and held them together behind her back. Having her arms caught behind her like that caused her robe to fall open exposing her naked breasts and she whimpered as his lips ripped away from hers.

“What have you done baby?” he asked softly “Are you naked for me?”

Inexplicably and suddenly shy, Samantha dropped her eyes to the floor and bit her lip as she nodded.

“Why did you do that?” he asked as he tightened his grip on her arms, now painfully pinned behind her back, shoulder blades almost touching.

“Oh” she moaned involuntarily trying not to focus on the nearness of his body, his smell, that look in his eyes and the throbbing of her cunt all of which was clouding her mind.

“Why did you do that?” he demanded forcefully now, “is it because you are my slave?”

“Yes” she whispered quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

“What?” he said roughly shaking her at the same time.

“Yes…Master, I am your slave,” she said louder this time. Her fiery green eyes met his cold ones; wordlessly pleading with him to touch her again.

“That’s better. Now be a good slave and get upstairs and show me how you have prepared for my return”

He released her arms so she could lead the way up to the bedroom. Climbing the stairs behind her, he watched as her sexy hips swayed provocatively close to his face. His cock hardened as he made out the lines of her arse through the semi-sheer fabric as it draped and clung to her. A wicked smile curved on his lips as he thought of the plans he had for her.

She paused briefly at the landing for the lounge room, she steps inside to turn the TV off and to put out the smouldering Marlboro Light that rested precariously in the house's sole ashtray.

“What the hell is that?” he scolded.  “I told you I would have no more of that for you.”

She was so ashamed.  She had been expecting him to return at this time, but had thoughtlessly forgotten to rid the house of the evidence.  She had been so engulfed in the anticipation of his return.  She had gotten careless.

“I...I...I'm sorry.” she whimpered with her eyes downcast. 

She just couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.  The thought that she had disappointed him within minutes of his arrival.  It was something she could not bear to see in his face.  She knew that he was serious about imposing his will on her.  She had accepted that fate repeatedly in their conversations.  She had seen it the first night when he came into the house full of ideas and promises to bestow upon her if she were willing to accept.  They had played around with the idea of her being his slave; a submissive worthy of his efforts.  They talked about it before.  She had relented to her desire and willingness to please him as well as her trust in his ability not to destroy her fragile psyche.  He knew the shame she felt.  He knew what it took for her to come this far. 

She also knew how this man could consume her by fulfilling her every desire, her every fantasy.

She also knew she had disappointed him.  His wrath would be fierce.  She knew that even in these beginning moments of this new role of hers, he knew what to do to punish her.  He knew what it would take to make her ache in the depths of her body.  He knew how to torment her, to tease her, to even give her the kind of pain that can only be desribed as pleasure.

She could feel him glaring at her.

“Kneel down in front of me.”  he demanded just as she stepped into the doorway.

She did as she was told without hesitation.  She knew she had brought this upon herself, but the sound of his voice was booming in her ears even though he had only whispered his command.

“Turn away from me.  I do not want to see your face.  You knew what was expected of you and you chose to disobey me, didn't you.”  His voice was even-toned without any emotion.  For the first time in her relationship with Jake, she was genuinely afraid, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

“Turn around....I did NOT say get up...I said turn around, on your knees away from me”

She did as she was told.

“What did you think you were trying to do here?”, he said emotionless

“I.....”, she stammered to find the words that would sooth this savage beast.

“I did not give you the right to speak now did I?  You sure did pick a hell of a time to disobey me.  I am not even in this house for 5 minutes.  I promised you before that I would be gentle with you.  I promised that I would guide you slowly into your role as my submissive.  You told me you wanted this.  You told me how excited you were to explore this side of you.  Didn't you?”

She remained quiet with her back to him.  She didn't know if she were to respond.  She had not thought about how serious he could be about being her Master.  He said that he had not done this before with anyone and yet his voice, his mannerism betrayed him in her mind.  The level of shame, disappointment, and fear she felt for herself  was only matched by his intensity.

“Answer me!”, he yelled in her ear, “You asked for this, didn't you”

“Yes....”, her voice trailing off.

“Yes WHAT!”, his voice booming for real this time in her head.  She was dizzy with her fear of him.

“Yes Master...”, her voice just a whimper.

She could hear him behind her.  It sounded as though he had put his bag down.  As he unzipped his duffel, her curiosity led her to want to turn around, but she knew better.  If her carelessness about the cigarette brought about this kind of retribution, she could only imagine what direct disobedience in front of him would bring.  She wasn't prepared to risk it.

She could hear items being removed from his bag.  One at a time she could hear these mystery pieces being placed gently on the coffee table.  The same coffee table that held the evidence of her disobedience.  The irony wasn't lost on her as a grin crept across her face.

“Are you comfortable?”, these words were the first he had spoken to her in what seemd like forever.  His rich baratone voice purred the words in her ear.  He was not harsh this time, but subdued. 

“No, my knees are sore on this hard floor.” she whimpered again so as not to test him.

“Well, we will take care of that shortly.  Tell me what preparations you have made for me upstairs.  Tell me what you would like to have done for me there or better yet.  Tell me what you would have liked me to do to you, for you.”

His tone was hypnotising.  She couldn't think like this: with her knees aching, her back to him, not being able to read his face.  Just the variances in the tone of his voice was enough to keep her off balance.

“I....I....lit some candles.”, this was all she could remember at the moment.  She was racking her brain for more when he came up behind her.  She could feel the small hairs on the nape of her neck come to full attention as he drew closer to her.

“I am sure you have done some other things, haven't you?”

“Yes.”, she said.  His calm manner was even more frightening than him yelling.  For her, yelling is an emotion she knew how to deal with.  She didn't know how to handle calm.  She was scared once again.  At that moment she could feel his hand reach around her neck as his fingers grabbed her neck ever so gently.  He ran his fingers up and down the length of her exquisite neck until he brought them right under her chin and forced her head back so she was now looking straigh up at his waiting eyes.  She wasn't prepared for what she way:  Fire.  The fire of passion had turned his heather green eyes a rich, dark, forest green.  Yet with all of this darkness, she could see them shining with a deep seated passion.  She wanted that passion for herself.  She wanted this man so badly.  Just with this simple look, she knew she had to have him. 

Just as she ws finishing this thought he brought his hands to the nape of her neck and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her chin to her chest.  She let out a little squeal.  His first movement was forceful, but then he gently stroked the remaining hair away from her neck and over her shoulders.  She could feel him slip something very cold around her neck.  It was cold and sharp at the same time.  She could feel it sliding down one side of her neck to her chin as his hand came around the other side to grab it and bring it completely full circle.  There was a small clicking sound.  He raised her head just slightly.  He grabbed the remainder of her long, blonde hair and brought it to the top of her head, securing it with a hair band.  She was mesmerized by the deftness of his movements.  She wanted to reach up and feel what it was that he had placed around her neck, but the cold, sharp feeling gave her all the information she needed.

“You know what this is?  This is what the owners of bad dogs have to use to keep them in line.  Each time the dog gets out of line, all the owner has to do is tug on the lease and these metal prongs dig into the dogs neck.”  Jake punctuated this last bit of information by doing just that; he tugged on this collar and Samantha could feel the cold metal digging into her flesh.

“Now, I don't think you will be disobeying me anymore tonight, will you?”

“No Master.”,  she replied, confused and humiliated that he had compared her to a dog.

“Very good to hear.  Now place your arms behind your back.” he purred again into her ear.

She did as she was told.  As she placed her arms behind her, he gently removed the thin veil of cloth that covered her shoulders.  It gathered over the top of her buttocks and then draped over her thighs.  The simple, silky feel of the fabric sent shivers down her spine and rested squarely onto her clit which was now growing and throbbing with blood.  She didn't now why she reacted this way to this man.  A way that she had never done before with anyone; man or woman. 

She could feel him place a rope just above her rib cage and secure it behind her.  He made several movements with the rope just as he brought it back in front of her, just under her breasts as they lay bear to the empty hallway.  He then wrapped this rope around her in so many various ways that she eventually lost track of what he was doing to her.  The deftness in his hands, the skill in which he placed knots and twists into this craft amazed her.  She didn't know he had this skill.  Before she knew it, he breasts were bound above and below snugly with a the rope, crossing between her breasts, separating them into their own bound territories.  The reaction he was having on her could not be hidden.  Her nipples were rock hard and begging for attention.

As he was done with this first creation with the rope, he gently asks, “Are you OK?”

“Yes....but my knees....?”, her voice trailing off again.

He said nothing as he reached behind her again for something else.  It was another section of rope.  With the same ease of movement as before, he bound her arms behind her.  First he bound her wrists together, then moved to bind her upper arms.  Each time he made a new wrap around one of her arms, he was conscience of the fact that the rope was trailing into the crack of her round buttocks.  The movement of the rope up and down made her arsehole flinch.  She spread her legs apart ever so slightly.  She wanted to spread them completely but she was not told to do so.  She wasn't going to risk him getting angry again.

In no time he completed his task with her arms.  They were now held firmly behind her making it impossible to move from that position.  He checked the ropes with is fingers where they held her tight making sure not to cut off the circulation to her fingers.  He squeezed her fingertips. 

“Are you still OK?”, his gentle tone was in direct contrast from only...only...how long had it been?  She had no way of knowing.  It was only the ache in her knees that could tell time.

“Yes....but....”, she didn't know what to say.  He was being so gentle with her that she didn't dare to question his intentions by reminding him again that her knees were in pain.  She squirmed to shift her weight.  It was only then that she was able to realise how wet she had gotten.  Being on her knees like that, not daring to move had caused her juices to collect in the folds of her labia.  The simple shift of her weight had separated them just long enough to release a near torrent of fluid that now rolled down her inner thighs, pooling around her knees.  She couldn't believe it;  not only that she was so wet, but that the collection of her own pussy juices around her knees felt warm and slick, relieving her discomfort.  Her body relaxed.

“I told you I would take care of you.”, she could feel the mocking, slightly arrongant tone in his voice.  He knew what he was doing.  He knew the effect his actions were having on her.  Was it actually possible that this man, this man of many contradictions was actually so insightful and aware of her needs, so aware of how her body would react to his interventions that he could have predicted this response?  Her confidence in him grew.

She felt him grab another piece of rope.  She only felt this because he was sure to drape it over her arsehole; dragging the entire length of the ten metre rope across the tenderness of her hole.  She couldn't help but spread her ass as much as she could in her current position to allow him greater access.  Once she felt the end of the rope cross that forbidden barrier, it clenched and quivered as if yelling out for more attention.  Her body was beginning to rebel against her; speaking for its own wants and desires.  She was helpless to fight it.

As she ponders this betrayal of her own body, Jake was just putting the finishing touches with this third length of rope.  He had wrapped it around her waist twice and created a collection of knots so smoothly and brought it between her legs and secured it behind her.  Just as she was gaining her composure, he tightened the crotch rope snugly so that the daisy chain he had made rested firmly against her now soaking wet crotch.  The throbbing in her clit was worsening as a well-place knot knocked on the door of its secret hiding place.  Even her clit betrayed her now as it rose to the occasion to open the door that it hid behind, only to be met with gentle pressure and a semi-smooth texture.  It was more than she could bear.  Her body began squirming and writhing where she knelt.  The pressure on her clit, her juices draining from her cunt, the feeling of another full length of rope grazing the barrier of her arsehole, her breasts being pulled together, her nipples filled to bursting and so very sensitive.  She could feel a swelling deep within her pelvis; a growing sensation she had not felt in four weeks.  As familiar as it was, it had snuck up on her that she didn't even realise it was coming.  It grew and grew as her body felt all of these sensations at once.  All of her sensitive areas were being given the attention they so desperately wanted....no, needed.  He had not even penetrated her.  He had not entered her in all of this time.  He didn't even try and yet there it was; that warmth, that electricity surging through her connecting all of her erogenous areas at once.

With that, he took his three fingers and shoved an ice cube deep into her soaking cunt.  The sensation felt like fire burning her labia, forcing her engorged clit to run and hide.  She went dry at once, causing her labia to close shut, trapping the ice cube inside of her.  Her pelvis contracted in revolt to this cruel sensation; one that she had never felt before.  What did he think he was doing?

“Not yet, my love.  You are still being punished for your insolence.  You will not have any satisfaction until I say it is time.  You have waited this long, and now, because you so openly disobeyed me...you will wait longer.”

She could feel the smile creep across his face.  The cramping in her cunt increased to an unbearable level.  She felt it start to melt and lubricate her labia, but it was also rebelling against her by staying shut.  The cold liquid oozed and pooled inside of her just as her own juices had not moments ago.  Her knees began to ache again.  The conflict and confusion of sensations was something she had never felt before.  The sensation of being bound thrilled, her nipples wanted to explode, her pussy was in utter torment.

With this he quickly worked above her. He had been working this whole time she was in agony.  How much time had passed?  Her concept of time was lost.  She was confused.  She didn't know whether to scream, cry, or laugh.  She did the only thing she thought she could not do before tonight:  she submitted completely to him. 

“You have decided to be mine, haven't you?”, he whispered into my ear.

“Yes Master.  I am yours...completely.”  As the words escaped her lips, she coudln't believe that they had.  Just as hard as she had fought the idea of giving herself this totally to anyone, so she also gave it so easily.  The conflict wasn't lost on her mind, but her body had already given in.  She relaxed her limbs against her binds.  Just as she had made this decision, the ice cube finished it's job and fell to the floor and a grin creeped across her lips for the second time.

“Are you now prepared to trust me?  Will you give me the most precious gift?  Will you submit?”

“Yes Master.”, she allowed the words to squeek from her now dry lips. 

“Let me hear you say it.”, his purr building to a growl.

“I will submit to my Master.”, the words had come out before she had time to think.  Now her brain was rebelling against her.  The Angel on the left shoulder had lost the battle with the Devil on the right. 

“Again!” 

“I will submit to my Master.”

“Then your trust is mine as your body is mine as your heart is mine.  You are my pet.  You will submit to my will.  I am your Master and you will do as I see fit.  Are we clear?”

“Yes Master”

With this she felt a weight being lifted from her.  She could now be free from the internal struggle that had plagued her since she was young.  She felt light in the head and an air of relief being released in her breath.  But it was very short-lived.  This sense of relief turned to panic when she found that the weight being lifted was her.  She could feel her ropes tense as the space between her knees and the floor was separated.  The relief of the pain in her knees was replaced by the panic she was feeling as her hips rose and her toes just barely tickled the wooden floor.

“What are you doing?”, she could feel the panic in her voice; her words cracked with fear.

“You will submit to my will.  I am your Master and you will do as I see fit.” he repeated.

“No, not this.  I never...please...put me down...I don't...no...no...”, her voice trailed off.

With this the ropes began getting tighter as her momentum shifted.  She couldn't raise her head to resist.  Without her knowing, he had clipped her choke collar to her crotch rope so that when she would raise her head to object, she would tighten the rope on her clit as the collar dug into neck.  This cruel turn was more than she could handle.  Yet she was helpless to resist.

Jake was silent behind her allowing this new sensation to take hold of Samantha.  He watched as she slowly grew familiar with her situation.  He could see that she wanted to fight, wanted to break free from this unusual predicament.  Yet he knew that this entire struggle was half-hearted.  He knew that the fantasies she had only dreamt of were now becoming reality.  She knew this too, but the fight was still in her and he knew it was time to make her completely submit to him.

He spun her around now to face him, making sure not that she not hit her head on the doorframe.  He raised her head slightly; just enough to see how the pressure from this movement played across her face when the crotch rope tightened along with her choke collar.  Her body was tense from the fight left in her.  He could see the tears rolling down her face and onto the floor to join the puddle that was the still melting ice cube on the floor.  He placed his strong, yet gentle hands on her cheek.  He could feel her tears streaming down her face.  He collected those tears in his fingers and wiped the salty mixture across her lips.  The effect he was looking for was taking hold.  Her lips dry, her silent whimper, her body hanging freely in the doorway. 

She was totally in his control.  She knew the safe word.   She had refused to use it the first time they played these roles.  She had asked to for his Dominance.  She wanted to be taken by this man, yet she did not want to lose everything she had worked so hard to accomplish; the confidence, the stamina, the attitude, the fight that defined her.  Yet here in this place with her arms bound tight behind her, her breasts held captive by his expert shibari skills, the crotch rope doing its job to irritate and excite her, bound her to herself.  She had wanted this but did not prepare herself to accept it.  She had lost faith that her true nature could be realised.  She had no idea that a man like Jake even existed. 

She did the only thing she could do in this position:  she submitted to his will once again.

He could see the change in her body.  Her breathing, once raged and sparse, had now become more even and calm.  Her head hung low, but her spirit returned to her.  In that one instant, she gave him everything: mind, body, heart, and soul.  She could feel the change in her body.  She relaxed and let her fate take its course.  Her trust in him had been bruised, but it grew stronger with each passing second.  The salty wetness that were once her tears lay on her lips.  She licked them.  This would be the last time she would shed tears of fear in the presence of her Master. 

He stood before her, taking his hand and raising her chin to meet his eyes.  He stared long and hard for any more resistance in her.  Not finding any left, he placed a warm, moist kiss on her lips.  The last pangs of fear caused her to hesitant at first.  It was a brief moment but he would not let her withdraw.  His kiss became more urgent, more probing, and more passionate as she hung there helpless to force herself to kiss him back.  She had no leverage with which to do so.  He controlled all of the movement and pressure of this kiss.  This will be a kiss she will never forget for this is her first kiss as a true submissive.  Her heart finally felt peace.  She could feel the warmth of his passion for her replace the cold, steely air of fear.

He released his lips from hers gently.  She knew this whole ordeal was not over and the butterflies fluttered in her stomach with the anticipation of what was to come.  As the last strand of saliva broke between their lips, he reached up with his other hand.  She saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye.  She gasped suddenly as she saw the ball gag come into clear view.  This was exactly the response he wanted.  Her mouth was gapping just as he forced the ball behind her teeth and fastened it securely behind her head.  The black strap went behind her head and under her chin.  She could not force the ball from her mouth and she could not open her mouth and further.

 

Once she realised what he had done, she raised her eyes to meet his.  He could see her eyes widen.  She wanted to object, but the words only came out muffled.  He had placated any further objections she may still have in one swift movement.

“You will submit to my will.  I am your Master and you will do as I see fit” he repeated.

He was methodical in his movements and almost unfeeling in his words.  “Why does he keep repeating this to me?” she thought to herself.  She would have asked him if it were not for the distinct taste of latex in her mouth.  Then all at once she realised that with her recent cold, she could hardly breathe through her nose.  That was all she had right now.  Panic set in once again as the scale of her captivity came into clear view.  She tried to breathe through her mouth and was only able to stifle ragged breathes filled with her own drool.  She could feel herself getting light-headed.  She didn’t know how much longer she could go without air.  Just as she was about to pass out, he pulled the ball gag from her mouth.  Her body shook and her chest heaved to rapidly fill her lungs.  She continued to convulse slightly from the combination of panic and asphyxia.

“What the fuck are you doing to me!” she wailed, “I couldn’t fucking breathe you asshole!”

With that he replaced the ball gag more forcefully this time, but only after he put two small red pills down her throat.  He secured the gag just as he had done before and turned his back to her.

“You will submit to my will.  I am your Master and you will do as I see fit” he repeated.

She was furious with him.  The rage in her mind caused her body to jerk and writhe in the open doorway.  She bucked and pulled at her binds.  It wasn’t long before she realised the pressure on her cunt was getting worse.  The well-placed knots in the rope between her legs were grinding on her furiously swollen gash.  Another of the knots had lodged itself into her arse and the more she fought her binds, the more it spread her sphincter.  The rope was taut all over her body.  She could see that her breasts had been forced upright and kept from resting on her chest. They had been sequestered into their own individual binds which caused the blood to rush into her nipples.  She had never seen them so swollen and hard.  She was afraid they would burst from her chest.  She squirmed one last time before she realised what he had done.

He had caused her to be the source of her own pleasure.  She could feel each and every strand of the rope that bound her as it crossed her chest and wrapped around her breasts.  She followed it to her hips where she saw that he had wrapped it twice around her.  She could see where he had fastened her collar to her waist.  She followed each strand of rope as it went across her pale skin.  She could see the daisy chain disappear between her thighs and with one last jerk, she could feel the knot rubbing on her sphincter force its way inside of her. 

These ropes of his, he had taken great care in his swift placement to make sure each strand was visible to her and not twisted or out of place.  She could see that he had taken great care in their placement.  The ropes pulled on her hips where they would not bruise her.  The length around her chest was well placed on her ribs to assure she would not be harmed.  Even the knots were methodically symmetrical and well placed to limit her discomfort and maximise her pleasure.  She could see that he had taken great care in their placement.  She was hanging in her lounge room doorway.  That thought sunk into her mind as she realised that even with the ball gag in her mouth, she could breathe again without difficulty.

She could breathe again.  How was this possible when just moments before she could not?  Her mind began racing in the search for answers.  What had he done to her?  What had he given her?  Those were pills, right?  Why did her have his back turned to her?  He began to speak.

“I know you would not listen to me while I was away.  I know you too well.  You think you know what is best for you, so you ignore my advice.  You ignore my commands to you from a distance and then have the gall to disobey me to my face.” He turns to face her.  His words more direct.

“What kind of Master tolerates this behaviour from his slave?  None that I know.  You can have your own will, independence, and freedom when I am gone.  But when I am here, when you are expecting me, when I return from my time away from you, when I give you and order…you will obey me.  If you are to be my pet, then you will do as you are told.  Are we clear?”

She was stunned by his words and even more stunned by her reaction to them.  It all made sense now to her.  He had chosen this time to teach her a lesson.  He had chosen his binds for her with great precision and care.  His well-placed knots were there for her pleasure.  It was she who had panicked when he placed the ball gag.  He brought her to the very edge of her tolerance and then released her.  He gave her breathe.  He gave her pleasure.  He gave her pain.  He gave her life. He led her to places she only had dreamt of.   She did the only thing that made perfect, logical sense. 

“Yes Master”, she said calmly.

She submitted to him one last time, completely.  She would never doubt him again.

“Are you ready then to allow your desire to be fulfilled by me?”  he asked.

“Yes Master.” she whispered.  She could barely lift her eyes to meet his.  She was filled with shame at her reaction.  Samantha could not believe her own distrust.  Was it in him or in her own ability to have her desires met?  She had never had to make that distinction before now.  She was prepared to now.  He had taken such great care to show his strength of character and his patience with her.  He took great care to show her how delicate he could be in his punishment and how tolerant he could be with her insolence.  Only Jake was able to coax these fears and emotions out of her and handle them with deft precision.  What was she to expect now?

Jake slowly approached her.  It was if he was giving her a moment with her own internal struggle, but that struggle faded as he grew closer to her.  He reached towards her chin and released the tether between her collar and her crotch rope.  This gave Samantha a moment to raise her head and see that his loving eyes were fixed on her; staring right through her hesitation and melting away her fear.  He slowly spun her around away from him and Samantha would not help but to be disappointed in being moved away from his face.  She hadn’t found everything she was looking for in his expression.  She wanted to see longing.  She wanted to see his desire for her.  What she didn’t know, is that it wouldn’t be long before she would be overwhelmed with both.

Once she was facing away from him, Jake slowly allowed Samantha’s feet to touch the floor and allowed her to support her own weight.  It was disorienting at first, but with the coolness of the hardwood floors beneath her, Samantha felt more grounded and a part of her experience.  Once she was solidly on the ground, Jake grabbed her shoulders firmly and turned her to face him.  She raised her eyes to meet his and he was there with his eyes still the dark forest green.  She searched for what she was looking for once again and all she saw was his lips drawing closer to hers.  With his hands firmly on her shoulders, he drew her to him.  His kiss was the same moist heat she had expected, but his anxiousness betrayed his own restraint as he continued to press himself against her. 

“He does desire me and longs for me.” Samantha thought to herself.  She could feel a sense of control leach back into her mind as she felt his passionate lips fill her mouth with his probing tongue and longing.  He drew her closer and she could feel the firmness of his sex pressing against her thigh.  She shifted a little to allow it to rest over her mound.  With that slightest of movement, Jake regained his composure.

“No, not yet.” he said breathlessly, “I am not done with you.  You will be pleased according to my wishes not your own hasty desire.  You say you have been a good girl while I was gone.”

“Yes, I have tried my best.” she admitted. 

Samantha had taken a vow of self-chastity while Jake was gone.  She didn’t think it would be as difficult as it had been, especially with the nightly torments of Jake’s sultry words by e-mail and, of course, the vision of him masturbating on the webcam was never far from her crotch.  This man mad her so wet with just the thought of him.  She hadn’t realised how difficult it was going to be.  But she had done it.

“Well, that will be for me to determine.” he said.  She could feel his smirk while he said it.

He grabbed her shoulders again and turned her away from him.  With cat-like movements, he began to untie her arms and wrists; allowing them to be free from their captivity.  Her breasts and waist were still bound and the slightest movement still caused the ropes to rub against her sensitive places.  With her arms free, he led her to the coffee table and sat her on the edge.  He made quick work to remove all of the items on it onto the floor and placed a pillow under her bottom.  The few steps from the doorway to the table were almost more than she could bear.  The daisy chain that was putting pressure on her clit tightened with her movement and the knot that had lodged itself in her arsehole had ceremoniously removed itself, leaving an ache that longed to once again be filled.

As Jake stepped closer to her, Samantha could smell the musk of his balls passing in front of her.  He had been on a long trip home to greet her and the smell of his travel-weary body was her aphrodisiac.  She reached out to touch his ass as he turned to retrieve something from behind the door.  She could feel the muscles in his leg twitch slight at her touch, but just then he turned around and caught her hand in his.

“There will be time for that soon enough, my pet.  This time is for you.” his Cheshire grin was infectious as his mouth turned into a sly smile that said everything Samantha wanted to hear.  She suddenly became very aware that Jake was still in charge.  Although her arms were free, this man bound her mind and heart.  His tenderness, love and care were overwhelming her once again.  She was glad she had waited for him even though her apprehension for the next step was building.

As he turned around, Samantha could see that he held the long, chrome extension to the vacuum cleaner in his hand.  She couldn’t imagine what it was for but as he brought it closer to her, the sparkle of the reflected light caught her eye.  He gently leaned the chrome piece against the couch as he stepped behind her.  He had left it there on purpose for her to see, to stare at and wonder what was next.  She could feel his body behind her as his strong hands lifted her buttocks on the pillow and shifted them back onto the table.  She teetered precariously on her buttocks as he stepped in front of her and placed her heals on the edge of the table, steadying her firmly onto the table under her own balance. 

She stared into his eyes again.  She could see his mischievous grin complimenting the glaze of desire in his eyes.  She could see how much he wanted her.  His ability to restrain himself frustrated her and only made her want him more. Her eyes drifted slightly to the glare of the chrome piece still leaning against the couch.  Jake noticed the shift in her focus and allowed his hand to rest on the object of her fascination.  He picked it up slowly and placed it on the table below her now folded legs, just behind her ankles.  She could feel the coolness of the chrome radiate onto her skin.  Her mind wandered to another place only briefly as he reached behind his back and produced another length of rope.

She could see now that the rope was red too.  She loved red and revelled in the fact that he had taken that small detail from their conversations.  Jake allowed the full length of the rope to pass through is hands.  She could see that he was carefully inspecting each millimetre of it’s length through his deft fingers.  She could see how this sensation affected him.  He became restless on his feet.  Samantha could see that it was taking his every once of self-control to keep from devouring her where she was.  She loved seeing the effect her body was having on him.  When he got to the end of the rope, Jake stared into Samantha’s eyes while he place the first bight of rope around her right wrist; first one wrap, then another until she felt the rope around her ankle as well.  He never took his eyes off of hers.  Just as he was about to run out of rope, Samantha could feel the burning cold sensation of the chrome vacuum extension against the back of her ankle.  The odd sensation sent shivers up her spine, stopping briefly on her clit to wake it from its slumber. 

While she contemplated this sensation, Jake grabbed another length of rope and started repeating his steps with her left wrist, then ankle, and then once again placing the chrome piece behind her left ankle.  The sensation was a bit more dulled with the expectation of the feeling, but this time, Samantha’s clit came to full attention.  A confused look came across her face as the realisation hit her that she was now bound, legs spread, wrists to ankles, with the chrome piece secured to her waist.  Unable to move from her position, she saw Jake check his work with great care.  His precision up to this point baffled her expectations of him.  As much as she fought to fully trust him, Jake had never let her down.  He had been firm when he needed to, but his gentle caresses and tenderness touched her deep.  Even with this unexpected twist on the occasion, she didn’t feel fear or apprehension.  Something had changed in her.  She truly trusted Jake.

He was placing the cushions from the couch behind her now.  She was once again in his complete control and he took the great of care in assuring her comfort.  Where she had been balancing on her buttocks, he now pulled shoulders back and rested her weight on the cushions.

As he did this, her legs and arms went into the air fully exposing her sex. 

“Are you comfortable, love?” he whispered in her ear.  Just his the motion of his breath across her ear had its desired affect on her pussy. 

“Yes.  But what will you do with me now?” she begged to know.

“Patience, my dear, patience.” he purred these words into her ear and allowed his lips to graze the nape of her neck.  Samantha near shivered herself off the table as Jake set her upright he said,

“You will have to hold very still.  I want to see if you have kept your promise to me to be celibate while I was gone.  I want to see for myself if have truly been a good girl.”

Jake moved between Samantha’s now outstretched legs and placed his face closer to her crotch.  She could feel his breath on her unshaven pussy as every hair stood to attention to be nearer to him.  He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of her juices and the musky air of her arse.  It was a heady smell that caused his cock to bounce hard against the restraint of his pants.  Samantha loved to see the top of his head between her legs.  She just wished she could feel him, to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer.  Her desire was mounting and she was growing impatient.  She tested the strength of her binds when she tried to wrap her legs around his head and pull his face closer.  This only proceeded to put her off balance.  Jake nonchalantly set her upright and gave her a scolding stare.  Feeling the shame of a two year-old who did not listen, her eyes turned downward as she realised she was not doing as she were told. 

With that, Jake reached back into his bag.  Samantha could only stare between her legs.  She could only see him fully when he raised his head up to meet her eyes as the coke collar would dig into her neck.  A flash of chrome hit her eyes again.  She could see him raise his head briefly to stare intently at her pussy.  She could feel him untie the daisy chain and as it's moist heft fall away from her gash, his two fingers spread open her now soaked labia.  She could see the longing in his face.  With that another steely cold sensation coursed through her.  Little did she know, but Jake had taken a stainless steel medical speculum from his bag and had place the very tip of in into the first folds of her labia.  He moved it around slowly to determine if more lubrication was needed, and place a small dab along its length.  He spread the lubrication up and down to cover the entire speculum.  He looked up only long enough to see the shocked look on Samantha’s face.  She was too shocked to protest.

He had place it sideways initially and was now moving the speculum further into her.  With one fluid movement he had inserted the entire length of it into her as he felt her suck in her breath.

He allowed the sensation to sink in as he held it firmly in place.  With her legs high in the air and her wrists attached, she was helpless to stop him.  She knew that just the slightest movement might tip her off balance and send her to the floor.

He didn’t wait for her approval and she could hear the first ‘click’ of the speculum.  He raised his head up far enough to meet her eyes.  The surprise in her face was palpable.  Without taking his eyes from hers, the second ‘click’ opened her slit that much further.  Although this had never played into her fantasies before, Samantha could not help feeling aroused by this strange turn of events.  She was thinking about the last time she had been in this position and how it had never occurred to her to be stimulated by the experience.  As the faces of all the doctors who had seen her like this before, the remaining two ‘clicks’ spread her slit into a full blown gash.  She was totally exposed for his inspection as she continued to get wetter and wetter.  She couldn’t believe the reaction she was having.

“Well, I must say, that is one very beautiful vagina.” He remarked.  His clinical use of the medical word for her sex startled her.  She didn’t know what to make of her feelings for his treatment of her at this moment.  He was so skilled and gentle as he had proven to be all night.  This was beyond anything she had thought of.  The pressure of the speculum against the walls of her vagina was increasing.  She had barely noticed it at first, but then it became more intense with the realisation of the position she was in.

“It seems you have the most exceptional vagina I have ever seen.” He said.  She wasn’t sure how to take his comment, but was flattered at the thought of him staring at her sex. 

“It looks like you have been true to your word.  This pussy does not look molested at all. 
Seems a shame considering all the fun it could have had in my absence.  Baby, you are so good at pleasing yourself.  How long has it been since you went this long without touching yourself?”

She could feel the growl start deep in her throat.  It was as if another spirit possessed her.  She could barely recognised her own voice when she said,

“Too long, Master.”  Her eyes full of fire, he could see that she was almost ready for him.

Jake slowly removed the speculum and as the last edge of the tip vacated her, he placed his lips firmly onto the hood of her clit.  The sensation almost flipped her off the table.  He didn’t move his lips at all at first, just rested them on her clit.  He could feel it grow as filled with blood and became swollen.  Samantha let out a low, primal growl of pleasure.  Her body tensed and pushed back against his face the best she could.  He began rolling his tongue up and down the full length of her slit; lapping up the mixture of lube and juices.  His pace quickened until he was sure that she had been made clean.  Her thighs quivered and shook at the sensation.   She had waited for his touch.  She had dreamt of his attentions.  She wanted more, so much more from him.  Her skin was on fire as he traced her inner thighs with his hands.  Slowly caressing every inch from the binds at her knee all the way to his mouth on her cunt.  He let his fingers drag against the curve of her buttocks as they lay on the pillow.  She leaned back and pressed herself against his face, thereby making more room for his fingers to feel the soft flesh under her.

She moaned softly with each touch.  She wanted to touch him.  She wanted to feel his skin on hers.  It had been too long since he had been gone.  Too long since she had felt his muscular arms around her.  She began to pull against her binds.  The rope held taught as she retained her balance.  She didn’t want anything to come between her pussy and his lips right now.  His tongue became more insistent as she moved her hips to meet his lips.  He sucked on her labia and traced it entirely with the tip of his tongue.  Her wetness filled his nostrils with its heady aroma making him feel lightheaded with the joy of it all.  She could feel the swelling warmth in her belly.  She could feel the swell of her passion rise.  She knew she was close.  It had been way too long since she had felt his touch, his kiss, his lips suck on her, his tongue caressing every inch of her slit.  His hands pressed more firmly and urgently on her skin.  He began pulling her legs apart trying to get closer.  She felt he was trying to crawl inside of her.  She could feel the ropes grow tighter and tighter as he pressed firmly on the inside of her thighs.  She wanted him to stick his tongue deep inside of her and just as if her was reading her mind, her did just that; forcing himself to push further and further into her.  He used his tongue inside of her to reach for every drop he could find.  He was tongue-fucking her now as he spread her labia lips to accommodate his growing insistence.  She felt the sensation in her sex boil as he kept sucking and gnawing at her gash.  There was nothing she could do to stop his fervent tongue fucking. 

Then he stopped…just as he had started. 

He rose from between her legs with the look of a wild hyena coming up from a feed.  The look in his eyes was primal and raw.  You could see her juices running down the corners of his mouth.  He took one finger and caught one drop as if it were trying to escape and put it back in his mouth.  The last drop he put onto his middle finger and offered it to Samantha’s parted lips.  She was panting hard before, but now her lips were separated in surprise.  He put his finger in her mouth and she instinctively wrapped her whole mouth around it and drained the blood from it just as she would his cock had he put it there at that moment.   When she was done, she rolled her head back in sheer frustration.  She wanted this man so badly.  She knew he wanted her too.  What was he waiting for?

As if on cue, Jake placed his hands on the table and rose from between her legs.  Samantha could see his face glistening with her sex.  His eyes were full of animal lust.  He stood before her and removed his shirt in one swift movement.  He had worked hard to sculpt his body in his absence and she could see how his hard work had paid off.  His stomach was taut.  She watched, his abs grow firmer with his rapid breaths.  With his shirt tossed to one side, he allowed his hands to outline the obvious shape of his cock that was pressing against his pants.  He stoked it a few times just to see her reaction.  As she subconsciously licked her lips in anticipation, he slowly lowered his zipper.  She could hear the sound of each tooth in the zipper give in to the next.  She shifted her hips as he reached inside his open pants and held firmly to his cock.  He struggled to release it from it restrictive place and as it came into full view, his pants fell to the floor.  It was almost as if the strength and size of his cock was the only thing keeping them up.  He stepped out of his pant legs one at a time still with his cock in his hands.  His grasp firm, his head swollen.  Samantha could just see the faint glisten of pre-cum on the head.  Oh how she longed to taste that sweat nectar.  He stood before her.  He presented the full length of his cock for her inspection.  Her eyes drew the full length of his cock into her memory once again.  It was better than she had remembered.  It was bigger than she remembered. 

He stared deep into her eyes once she had finished her inspection.  He released his hand from his member and allowed it to stand at full attention in front of her face.  Once again the musky smell of his balls wafted across her nose.  She could feel her pussy getting wet again.  There was nothing she could do about it.  It had a mind of its own. It was telling her through its growing wetness that it was time.  She had to have him inside of her, and it had to be now.

But he had other plans.  As he slowly stepped behind her, Samantha’s eyes followed his every step not allowing her eyes to deviate from her source of wanting.  Jake placed both of his hands firmly on her shoulders and leaned her back completely under the support of the cushions.  He had placed them at just the right height that as she teetered onto them, his cock lay just above her waiting mouth.  Samantha once again inhaled deeply the earthy smell of his sex.  He shifted himself over her face so his balls were just inches above her mouth.  She stretched her tongue as far as she could until it hurt her to go any further and she was still just short of her intended target.  As he straddled her face, she could get the full view of his asshole and as she breathed deeply, the sheer smell of him brought her to the very edge of climax.  He had barely touched her the way she had wanted since he arrived home, yet each time she could get closer to him, Samantha could feel the rise of her own orgasm swelling inside of her.

Now that she had gotten a moment to view his delicious arsehole and the full length of his shaft and balls, Jake grabbed her face and tilted her head back.

“Let’s see if three weeks of practice has prepared you well.” He tilted her head back, completely extending her neck.  She instinctively opened her mouth wide.  He bent down briefly to place a gentle, yet urgent kiss on her lips and then licked them with wide sweeps of his tongue.  He wanted to make sure her lips were well lubricated before he placed the head of his cock across her lips.  Once again, at the sight of his approaching cock, Samantha opened her mouth even wider, straining her jaw to accommodate the head of his cock as he slide it gracefully into her waiting mouth.  He let out a low groan of pleasure which sent a jolt of electricity straight to her cunt.  She could feel the ooze of her sex running down into her arse crack. 

Jake continued to ease more and more of his cock down her waiting throat.  Samantha had indeed been practicing her deep throat skills.  Her anticipation and preparation of this moment paid off as he buried the full length of his cock into her; his balls resting on her face.  He paused briefly in the back of her throat to test her new-found skill before pulling completely out of her.  She drew in a raged breath.  There wasn’t much room for air in her mouth when he was completely inside of her.  He pushed again into her mouth.  Her saliva gathering in the back of her throat.  He withdrew completely allowing her to swallow.  He continued this rhythm and with each stroke, Samantha could feel her throat relax, her jaw loosen.  She had done well to practice while he was gone. 

For her efforts, Jake was very pleased.  The head of his cock now filled to bursting.  He was truly amazed at her new skill and used it to please himself.  He continued to place the full length of his cock deep down her waiting hole, pausing every few stokes for her to swallow her puddle of saliva and to catch her breath.  He could see her eyes watering from the strain he was placing on her, but never once did she complain.  He couldn’t help himself but to get a little carried away with his rhythmic stroking.  His words came as no surprise to her.

“You are such a dirty little whore.  I love fucking the mouth of my dirty whore.  That’s it…take it all in your mouth…..swallow your own spit before you drown……You have been waiting for this haven’t you?  I know you want my cock to fill every hole you have….you dirty little whore….”

His voice trailed off as he tipped his head to the ceiling.  His words were rude, yet reassuring to hear.  She may have been bound and unable to move, but to have his cock in her mouth made her feel in total control of him.  She was there to please him.  She had found her purpose and that was to please him.  She could think of nothing better at this moment than for him to shoot his raging torrent of gratitude down the back of her waiting throat.  She could feel his balls tighten and swell.  She could feel her own cunt swell too with the anticipation of tasting his salty sweet love taffy as it filled her mouth.  His breath drew ragged, his legs began to quiver, his rhythm grew more insistent as his balls smacked against her face.  All thoughts left her mind but one; cum down my throat!  His legs tightened around her head blocking out all sound but the pounding of her own pulse.  He could feel his load build and build.  She could feel his body suddenly grow slack as he jumped away from her wanting mouth….

“Ahhhhhh…” his voice cried out.  With her eyes wide open she could see his body tense.  There was a split second where she had stepped out of her body with desire for this man.  Her neck straining to watch as he fought every urge to come so quickly.  And then just as she thought it would never happen, a blazing torrent of his seed cam bursting out into her waiting mouth.  Spurt after spurt filled her mouth with what she had wanted for so long.  Her own body bucked and twisted as the sensation of heat and passion filled her waiting mouth.  His body jerked and shook as if possessed.  He was possessed by his desire for her and as she sucked and sucked on the head of his cock, more and more of his load filled the back of her throat.  It was all she could do to keep from gagging.  She would not disappoint him.  She would take what he had to give.  She wanted this so badly.  She wanted him to truly possess her mouth.  

As she felt the last of his seed ooze from his head, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock with such pressure that she sucked the entire length of his cock into her waiting mouth in one motion.  He groaned and squirmed above her, nearly losing his balance.  She repeated this motion again and he responded awkwardly, not knowing whether to scream or cry.  It was nothing he had ever felt before.  Her mouth instinctively drew him in repeatedly.  She was milking every last drop out of him with her lips, making sure that nothing was lost.

With one last sucking motion, his cock made an audible pop as it cam out of her mouth.  He bent down to see her face.  Samantha looked up to meet his gaze and saw that his eyes were wild with pleasure and surprise.  He continued to bend to her and placed his lips to hers.  He could barely taste his cum on her lips.  Although her could smell the remains of his juice, there was not a drop to spare.  He kissed her passionately, showing his approval of her efforts.  In return she darted her tongue into his waiting mouth; probing deeply to fill his mouth with hers.  He could feel she was ready for her own satisfaction.  He could feel her wanting rise up from her body.  Her kisses became more fervent with each moment.

As he withdrew his mouth from hers, Samantha could feel emptiness between them.  The space grew and she subconsciously began whimpering like a lonely puppy longing for his return.  Where did her go?  In her current position, all she could see was the wall behind her and the ceiling.  She could feel his presence at the foot of the table.  She felt his fingers wrap themselves firmly around her chrome spreader bar as he swift shifted the foot of the table towards the couch.  She could see the full length of his body as he returned to the head of the table and shifted it towards the couch with similar ease.  Before she realised what was happening, Jake tossed her whole body over to the couch from the table in one effortless movement.  Samantha could not help but think how his power and strength continued to surprise her.  She was not face down on the couch with her ass high in the air.  With the back cushions of the couch removed, there was plenty of room to accommodate her comfortably.  Samantha stopped to ponder how premeditatedly this positioned seemed. 

As if reading her thoughts, she heard him speak, “This is how I have pictured you for weeks; bound tight with your ass in the air, helpless to fight what happens next.”

She turned her head to see that he was now moving the table off the carpet.  He placed the cushions he had used to support her and lay them where the table had been.  She was confused at first, but then Samantha could see that he was making a soft nest for her.  Covering the whole area with a blanket, Jake shifted Samantha slowly onto the floor.  His binds held her firmly.  The whole sensation of being under his total control was a bit unnerving as he rolled her, shifted her, and placed her squarely in the middle of the carpet.  He knees rested softly on pillows just as her head did.  Only her bare, exposed ass punctuated the air. 

“Now, that’s better.” he added.  With these words Samantha heard the familiar sound of her bottle of massage oil being uncapped with his thumb.  She could see him, but she could feel the slick warmth of his hands as they began caressing the full, rising mounds of her ass in the air.  He straddled her back and faced her feet.  The pressure of his hands grinding into her buttocks was heaven.  He worked his hands expertly along the small of her back and down into her shoulders.  His hands rose to the small of her back again, over her ass and then down her thighs.  He was sure to rub a thin layer of oil all over her skin.  The sensation of his touch and the warmth of the oil blended to form a sensation out of this world.  Once again she was helpless to move and was completely under his thumb.  He continued this motion until he could hear let out a small moan.  With that he loaded his palm again with oil and rubbed them briskly together.  The heat build-up this caused grew.  The sound stopped suddenly.  There was brief pause and then Samantha could feel his hands reach below her and his hands wrap around her breasts.  The combined sensations of his touch, his heat, and the oil pulsed through her sensitive mounds causing her ass to rise even higher.  Samantha could scarcely catch her breath as he continued to massage her breasts.  His fingers lingered around the areola of each nipple, circling them once, twice, three and four times before she felt his two fingers pull on each one.  By this time her nipples were so swollen that they nearly snapped back into position.  Samantha squirmed with delight.

Jake’s hands swirled all over her body spreading oil and shifting heat.  He would never pause too long in any one place, but occasionally he would tease her sensitive nipples by rolling them between his oiled fingers.  Her body was completely relaxed.  With one hand massaging her buttocks, he placed another small amount of oil into the palm of his hand.  This time he was sure to rub it entirely around the area of her arsehole.  She flinched at first, surprised by the urgency in his motion which became very clear as she could feel the cool, soft tip of something foreign gliding smoothly and then resting on the entrance to her forbidden spot.  Jake placed his two fingers around the edges of her hole, massaging her sphincter around and around.  The cool sensation returned as he slid a butt plug into her in one firm motion. 

Samantha sucked in her breath.  His gentle caresses relaxed her enough that she took his gift without any resistance.  It surprised her how she took it so easily.  She focused on the sensation; the fullness in her hole combined with the tightness of her ring holding it in place.  She tried to relax some more and to allow this object into her.  Jake returned his hands to her body and continued massaging her all over as if he had done nothing different.  His touch calmed her as she allowed herself to accept his gift to her.  He had told her that he had added some accessories to their growing toy chest, and so this must be one of them.  As his hands slid down the back of her thighs, he blended the stream of her own pussy juices into her skin as they oozed down her skin.

Samantha could feel his hand on her ankles now.  He began to loosing the binds on her wrists one at a time gently freeing them and resting them on the pillows.  Once he had freed them both, he slid the chrome piece away from her ankles as well.  Once he had placed it aside, he lovingly took each arm and worked more oil into her skin.  He massaged each arm separately before placing them above her head.  She could arch her back a bit now like a cat stretching in the sun.  She was surprised how loose she was after being bound for so long.  She also knew that her Master was taking very good care of his pet.  With her arms free now, Samantha swept the hair away from her face.  Without a word, Jake placed her wrists comfortably above her head and wrapped each one in red leather cuffs.  The stark contrast of the red leather against her pale skin wasn’t lost on Samantha as she was as he once again secured her wrists to the table.  She wasn’t bound tight, but she knew she wasn’t going far either.

With the chrome spreader removed, Jake took great care to move her legs around allowing Samantha to feel her legs more freely.  As he massaged some more oil into her hips, Jake drew her legs together, Samantha couldn’t ignore the sensation of the foreign object lodged in her ass.  He continued to work his hands over her hips and thighs, continuing on to her calves and feet.  His caress was gentle, yet strong.  His fingers dug into her soft flesh.  He was straddling her hips now with is body facing her.  She could hear the sound of the oil bottle snap again and then she felt the slow drip, drip, drip of oil down the crack of her buttocks and down the length of her slit.  He worked his fingers along the full length of her crack and rested his greasy hands fully on her mound, gripping it tight.  She pressed herself onto his hand and let out a moan.  It had been so long since she felt a hand on her pussy.  She could still feel how swollen he had left her from before.  Her labia was still engorged with blood and she could feel her clit peak out, begging for attention.

As he diverted her attention to her pussy, Jake slowly removed the butt plug and set it aside.  She hadn’t anticipated this and once again drew her breath in as she felt his thumb take its place.  He began working his thumb in her ass and his fingers over her mound simultaneously.  Samantha pulled on her wrists restraints long enough to push her ass hard onto Jake’s hand.  Her pelvis was rocking side to side in order to feel his large hand grind against her sex.  His thumb probing in her ass, she could feel him rubbing the tender layer of skin that separated her ass from her pussy.  How she longed to have his fingers deep inside of her.

Hell with that!  She wanted his cock deep inside of her pounding hard with his balls smacking against her ass.  Her mind filled with the image of his strong hands grasping her hips and forcing himself into her so deeply causing her to bury her face into the pillows to muffle her screams of pleasure and pain.  She was tormented by this image.  Yes, this is what she wanted.  Her body craved the feeling of their bodies linked together in that way. 

As she continued to push her ass against his hand, Samantha began to rub her nipples against the blanket.  She was very aware how sensitive her nipples were as she controlled just the right amount of pressure as they rubbed back and forth.  Jake continued to work his thumb in her ass, all the while pressing his other fingers hard against her sopping wet cunt.  She could once again feel the electricity pulsing in her clit.  That familiar warmth in her belly was growing in swells.  Her pace quickened with the rhythm of his hand against her. 

“Fuck me Master…PLEASE…I want my Master to fill me with is cock!” she pleaded impatiently.

Just as she was begging for his cock, Jake simultaneously removed his finger from her ass and replaced it with another butt plug, but this one was much bigger than the first.  Samantha flinched at first and winced in pain, but the insistence in her motions never wavered.  She pushed against his hand as he rammed three fingers deep into her sopping wet cunt.  Samantha squealed with surprise and delight.  She felt stretched and abused as Jake increased his pressure on her clit with each rocking motion of her hips.  She bucked her hips against him repeatedly.  His fingers filled her in one hole as the newest, and biggest toy yet filled her ass.  She could feel the warmth rise inside of her.  The roaring sound of the wave of her orgasm began to fill her ears.  She could feel nothing but the sensation of her Master pleasing her with his fingers, his pressure on her clit, her ass completely filled.  Her wrists held tight as she pulled harder in order to push harder against him.  She was beyond her capabilities of rational thought as she screamed aloud.

“Oh my god…yes!  Fuck me harder!  Yes…oh my god…yes!”

Jake removed his fingers from her and mounted her from behind.  He had been hiding his now raging erection from her, and not a minute too soon.  With one ramming motion, he buried his cock up to the hilt into her waiting cunt sending her completely over the edge.  The wave of her orgasm came crashing down over them both.  Her whole body writhed with an intense pleasure.  She could not control her body anymore.  It was one huge pulsating, bucking, screaming sensation.  Jake held her hips tight as he continued to pound his cock into her…HARD.  He had once again read her mind as she buried her head into the pillows, pulling on her restraints as she screamed out of pleasure and pain.  It was all Jake could do to hold onto this wild animal as it slammed against him.  Wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure crashed over Samantha.  The ocean roared in her ears with each orgasm; first one, then two, then a third.  She could feel nothing but attached to this man and the pleasure he gave her was beyond anything she could have imagined. 

Just when she thought she could take no more, she could feel the familiar tensing of
Jake’s muscles.  He gripped her hips even harder, digging his fingers into her flesh.  A low growl that began in his toes bellowed out of his mouth into a full roar.  He held tight to her hips as the fullness of his cock swelled beyond proportions.  Samantha could not believe it as the fourth and most intense of her orgasms took hold of her just as Jake slammed the depths of her pussy with the scorching heat of his cum.  He held tight as she held tighter.  They could feel the depths of each other’s souls with each syncopation of their mutual orgasms pulsing together.  The roar in Samantha’s ears drowned out all other sounds.  Jake hammered into her with every ounce of strength he had left.  Over and over until he could not hold on any longer.  He collapsed onto Samantha’s back with his cock still inside of her.  Neither one of them remember much after that.  With the anticipation of their reunion now fully realised, there was nothing left to wait for.  They passed out in each other’s arms without another word being said.

The beat of their one heart spoke more than needed to be said.