House Visit

Slave Sam glanced at the clock and saw that her Master was due to be arrive any moment.  Following her instructions, she had sent him a text the moment that her housemates had gone out, her fingers crossed that they would in fact be out for as long as promised. 

Giving herself one last check in the mirror Sam slips the dressing gown off her shoulders to leave herself standing naked save for the silver chain, which marks her submission, around her ankle.  The light catching it just as it does the metal studs that adorn her face and nipple as she checks her phone one last time to make sure she has followed all instructions to the letter.

Taking a deep breath Sam goes to the front door and unlocks it, leaving it closed but on the latch and ready for her Master to enter without the need for her to open it for him.  Turning her back on the door she slips down onto her knees ready to assume position 4.  Shifting her weight so that she can lean right forward Sam presses her face to the floor and stretches her arms out above her head to wait, terribly aware of just how on display she is to anyone who comes through that door or even looks through the window.

The minutes seem like hours as Sam waits in her pose, the sound of her own heart sounding loud in her ears as she waits for her owner and whatever it is he has in store for her.

The sudden sound of the door opening makes Sam jump, the cool rush of air flowing over her rear from the motion of the door causing a shiver to follow it.  Forcing herself to hold position as the door closes with a decisive click and the lock falls back into place, Sam’s eyes flick to the side so she can see the black boots step around her, looking very much like her Master’s but still not knowing for sure.

On the edge of her vision Sam can make out a bag being placed on the ground to her side and then the man stepping to stand straddling her middle, and then lowering himself to his knees so that she is trapped under him.  Feeling the man’s weight shift forwards as he leans over to slip a pair of leather cuffs around each of her slender wrists, Sam catches her breath once more as the man moves backwards and at the same time draws her arms back behind her, guiding them to the small of her back before a padlock secures them in place with a quiet click.

The man’s left arms slips between Sam’s elbows and her back in order to use this grip to haul her into an upright position as his free hand comes around to grasp her chin and turn her head to look up at him.  Relief floods through Sam as she at last sees her Master’s face just as he leans in to kiss her deeply, his tongue finding hers for a moment before he pulls away and a wide ring gag is offered to her wanting mouth instead.

The gag forces Sam’s jaws uncomfortably wide but the knowledge that is has left her mouth available for use sends a tremor between her legs.  Before she has a moment to contemplate this further she feels a collar being fitted around her neck, recognising the familiar feel of the leather lined with the soft suede being buckled into place.  Then comes an unexpected tug at her pierced nipple and looking down she sees a slim chain being hooked around the metal bar there. 

“Up” comes the simple command from her Master, followed by a light tug at the nipple chain to encourage her up as he collects his bag in the other hand

“Yesh Mashter” comes Sam’s garbled response as she manages to just get some words out around the gag

“Follow me slut” is his simple command punctuated with another tug at the nipple chain, this one just a little harder and causing her to wince and breathe a little deeper, her full bust rising and falling to entice him to use her all the more.

“Yesh... Mashter” is the slightly breathless reply as she makes her way up the stairs behind him, very aware of maintaining her balance with her wrists locked at the small of her back, the thought of tripping and what that would do to her poor nipple sending a shudder down her spine.

At the top of the stairs Sam is lead to each room in turn until her Master finds the one that matches the descriptions he has read, pleased to see that the mirror has been positioned by the bed as instructed.

Dropping the bag by the foot of the bed he guides his slave around in front of him so that he can release the padlock connecting her wrists for a moment and then securing them again in front of her before ordering her to lay on her back on the bed, her head hanging off the edge of the bed and looking straight into her own eyes in the mirror.

Squatting down by Sam’s head her Master wipes a little trace of saliva just running past her lips before he grasps her wrists and pulls them back above her head and ties a different rope off to the D-rings on each cuff and then runs those ropes under the bed.  Moving back out of Sam’s line of sight he loops the ropes around the legs at opposite corners of the bed and then takes them up towards Sam’s waiting legs.

A rope goes around each ankle in turn and then the last few feet of each rope are used to tie off to the D-ring at the front of the collar around Sam’s throat, the positioning of the ropes meaning her legs are held in a wide V in the air, unable to close them or lower them.

“Show me that tongue, my slut” comes his next order as he moves to stand between his bound slave and the mirror.

“yesh Mashter” comes her increasingly breathless response, a little more drool starting to run down her face as he tongue appears.

Standing tall over Sam he begins to unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his jeans, pulling them down along with his shorts, his semi-hard cock springing free from the confines of the material before he pushes them to the floor and steps out of them. 

Taking a half step forward until he is straddling Sam’s head he orders her to start licking his balls as he pulls off his t-shirt and then reaches down to squeeze and maul her bare breasts in his strong hands. 

Sam strains her tongue past the padded ring of the gag to lick at his balls as they hang just above her mouth, stifling a moan at the rough treatment he is delivering to her firm breasts.

With his cock rapidly stiffening he cannot resist enjoying Sam’s mouth properly and reaching back between his legs grasps a hold of his shaft and shifts back slightly so that he can feed the swollen head past the rim of the gag and into her Sam’s eager mouth.  The feel of her tongue on him before he even has the head of his cock into Sam’s mouth brings a smile to his lips and with a slight push of his hips he enters her mouth fully.

Holding still for a moment he lets her mouth and tongue work, letting her rock her head as much as her position allows in order to pleasure him.  Sam finds her eyes drawn to the mirror and the sight she makes with her mouth full of cock and her Master’s balls to her face as his yet more saliva dribbles down her cheek, looking like a well used slut already even before he starts to rock his hips back and forwards, slowly fucking her mouth and his balls slapping to her face with each thrust.

Both of his hands grasping her breasts tightly now as he holds her to get leverage for fucking her mouth, finger and thumb pinching nipples tightly to make her moan and cry out around his shaft, letting him feel her torment vibrate along his shaft as he thrusts just a little deeper, bringing her to the point of gagging.

Feeling his pleasure building steadily from her mouth and wanting to do more with her body he pulls his cock from Sam’s mouth with a slight wet pop.  Stroking his hand down her side he moves around her and climbs on the bed between her legs.  Supporting himself with one hand he grasps his cock to guide it to her hungry pussy.  The head of it finding her lips slick and ready for penetration as it rubs up and down her slit for a moment before sinking deep into her, his size and strength forcing his length deep into her.

Settling over her he starts to thrust hard and fast, taking her hard with no heed for her pleasure, in fact with every intention of not letting her cum.  Leaning down lower over her he rests the forearm of his left arm across her throat as he bears down on her, forcing her into the mattress with each thrust.  Her breath coming raggedly from behind the gag, despite the manner of her fucking  she is still being bought close to orgasm, her body so in need and ready to be used that it would never take much to have her cumming.

Sensing this he pulls out of Sam, wanting her teased and denied for now.  He reaches out with one hand to grasp a handful of her hair and pull her head up to look at him as his free hand grasps his cock and begins to pump it in his fist, the head disappearing and reappearing in his hand as with a grunt he cums, his hot semen shooting across Sam’s stomach and breasts.  Further spurts follow the first to dribble across her abdomen before he climbs off her to return to her head, offering the cum slick head of his cock to her mouth to clean and lick dry.

As Sam’s tongue works hungrily, her frustration forgotten for a moment he reaches down for the bag discarded at the foot of the bed.  Lifting it to the bed he roots through it to find the items he wants.  First the set of smart balls, these textured love balls are pressed between Sam’s legs, each one in turn popping inside her with barely a moan from her busy mouth and a barely audible rattle from the ball bearings within each.

With his cock now softening, he pulls back from Sam’s mouth and stands tall over her, as he holds the next item from bag over her head.  A puzzled look passes over Sam’s features as what looks like a leather pair of knickers is held over her head

“This, my slut, is a chastity belt.  A new item to try out on you...” as he lets the words hang in the air he sees Sam’s eyes widen as she realises just how teased she is going to be having been fucked without cumming and those balls now inside her.

Leaning over her so that his cock and balls are pressed to her face again he slips the stiff leather waist band is slipped under and around her.  The crotch strap pulled up tight between her legs and buckled into place before two small padlocks secure the waist band and crotch in place.

Reaching into the bag once more he takes out two last items and steps back from Sam so she can see what he is holding.  In one hand he holds a half a cola bottle filled with ice with a cord coming from it and an indistinct blob in the middle of it.  Reaching down he loops the cord around Sam’s wrist and then holds then touches the icy plastic of the bottle to her nipples, making her shudder.

“Frozen into this bottle is the key to the padlock connecting girl’s wrist cuffs.  I will be leaving this with her and if she is lucky it will have thawed out before her housemates return.  The keys to the chastity belt are coming with me though”

“Yesh.... Mashter” comes the hesitant reply from Sam as she wonders just how long it will take for all the ice to melt and how long she would find herself locked into that belt

“Now I think one more thing is needed before I say goodbye to my girl until this evening”  with that he leans over her again and slips a pair of clamps onto each nipple, the icey touch of the bottle just a moment ago having left them rock hard for the bite of the clamps.

“Slut will find her instructions and outfit for the evening in the bag and she will pack the ropes, cuffs, collar, gag and clamps into the bag and bring them with her.  They may well be needed tonight”

With that he pulls on his clothes again and pauses only to scoop a little of the drying cum off her stomach to feed to her mouth before he leaves

“Have fun my slut and I will see her tonight...”

With that he leaves and Sam hears his footsteps down the stairs and then the front door shut as she realises she is alone and helpless until the ice melts, her heart beating faster and the throb in her pussy increasing as she prays her housemates won’t return early....