Literotic asexstories – Society Girl Ch. 02 by iraussieguy,iraussieguy
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I had instructed Deanne to knock and enter straight away so as she walked into my hallway I jumped out from behind the door and slipped a black hood over her head. She dropped the bag she was carrying and I held her tight as she screamed and struggled in fright.
I kicked the door closed behind us and whispered “Remember the safe word,” through the cloth and she nodded, relaxing a little but still fighting against my grip. This lady was not used to being treated this way and her natural instinct to fight was coming to the fore.
Somehow I managed to get her arms behind her and attach handcuffs to her wrists. Deanne realized that fight was now futile and she stood, her body shaking with fury and her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily behind the hood.
She swore at me as grabbed a handful of her hair and led her down the passageway to my dungeon. I laughed out loud at the unladylike language as I maneuvered her to the center of the room. I steadied her so she could get her balance and then I attached a leg-spreader to her ankles. Releasing one wrist from the cuffs I moved her arms in front of her and then attached leather wrist cuffs that I clipped together. Heard but unseen by Deanne I pulled a chain down from the ceiling and slipped the joined cuffs over the hook at the end. A noisy hand winch slowly raised her arms up above her head, my society girl was now completely at my mercy.
Only a few days ago Melissa was out shopping and I had answered the phone.
“Matt speaking, may I help you?”
“Hello Matt,” the husky, upper class voice was immediately familiar, “It’s Deanne here, do you remember me?”
“How could I ever forget my Society Girl?” I replied, “How are you Deanne, it’s been a while, I thought that maybe I wasn’t going to hear from you again.”
“Yes Matt, I have been going through a messy divorce that has taken up all of my time. Fortunately the lovely judge, he he, saw in my favor and I have the house and enough money to keep me happy for the rest of my life. I have often thought of your visit to my home and your promise to take care of me in your dungeon, and I want to make a time to come and see you, Sir.”
I smiled at the comment about the lovely judge and the use of ‘Sir’ at the end of her sentence. “I would love to see you again Deanne, do you want to book an hour, or longer?”
“Sir an hour would not be sufficient, I wish to be your slut for a full day at least. I badly need what you did to me when we last met, and more. I will pay you your full hourly rate for however long I stay, now when can you see me?”
I had the appointment book in front of me and duly made arrangements for her to attend to my address the following Friday and if her stay went into the weekend, I for one would not be complaining. We chatted for a little longer about some details of her proposed visit and after making sure she knew to bring a change of clothes, we ended the conversation.
I slipped the black hood off Deanne’s head and she shook her head to settle her hair into place. Her eyes were blazing at me with what looked like anger, but judging by the half smile I knew she was enjoying the situation.
“Fuck you don’t waste any time do you Matt?” Deanne spat at me then screamed as I slapped her face twice.
“Deanne you speak when spoken to, cut out the swearing and call me Sir, understand?”
“Y’yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” Deanne stammered, her face bright red.
“It seems that Ms society girl needs to be put back in her place again,” I said quietly as I moved to some drawers against a wall.
Deanne’s eyes followed me and opened wide as I took out a sharp flick knife and walked back to stand in front of her. She gasped as I slid the knife under a button of her jacket and sliced it off.
“Don’t do that, it’s one of my favorite jackets!” Deanne yelled at me.
I ignored her and continued to cut the buttons off until the jacket fell open at the front. My hands went to her breasts, still covered by her blouse and bra and I squeezed tight causing a moan from Deanne. Then I slid the knife under her expensive jacket and proceeded to slice it into bits until it lay in small pieces on the floor.
Deanne was furious, her face blood red with anger at my impertinence but she said nothing, knowing that protesting was futile. I clicked the knife shut and put it in my pocket, then grasped her blouse in both hands and ripped it off her body. Deanne gasped as another expensive piece of clothing was rendered useless, but she remained silent, her heaving breasts telling me of her anger and excitement.
I took the knife again, flicked it open and ran the back of the blade across her throat. Deanne froze at the touch of the cold steel, then breathed a sigh of relief as I slid the blade over her shoulder to cut her bra strap. The other shoulder strap soon followed and now only the strap around her back held the bra. I slid the blade down the valley between her breasts and a quick movement cut the material, allowing her breasts to fall free. I teased her nipples with the cold steel and watched them harden under the sudden change of temperature.
I reached around her, unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt which fell to the floor. Of course the leg spreader bar prevented Deanne from lifting her legs so once again the knife sliced through the expensive material. Without looking at her face I grasped the elastic of her panties and ripped them off, Deanne was now nude except for the garter belt and stockings.
Deanne’s breasts rose and fell with her breathing as I stepped back a couple of paces to look her over. To my surprise she had put on quite a bit of weight and was no longer the trim, hard muscle girl I had met just a few months ago.
“Hmmm you have not been using the pool or gym have you Deanne since I last saw you?”
“Yes Sir that’s correct, the divorce has been taking up too much time.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it Deanne,” I stated, “If you want to do exercise you will make the time, it’s not as if you don’t have the facilities. What you need is some discipline back in your life isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir,” Deanne nodded agreement.
I moved forward and slapped her breasts from side to side a few times before sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of each the mounds. I then bent lower and took the left teat into my mouth, sucking hard and nibbling my teeth on the nipple. Deanne’s moans were of pleasure as I took as much of the breast into my mouth as possible and bit hard, my teeth sinking into the skin. I stepped back and admired the red marks of my teeth circling her nipple, then I repeated the sucking and biting on the right breast.
Deanne’s eyes were blazing as I released the breast and stood straight in front of her.
“So Deanne, anything special you want to do today or will you just leave it up to me? I asked, “I do like to make my clients fantasies come true if I possibly can.”
“I’m in your hands Sir, just treat me as you did last time, I trust you and I need to submit,” Deanne replied in a steady voice as she looked around the room. “You certainly seen to have a well equipped dungeon to look after my needs. God I am so turned on, I nearly came when you bit my breasts. Treat me as you wish, Sir”
My reply was to move behind Deanne and tie a black blindfold around her head totally covering her eyes. I was ready with a few surprises to give her the pain and pleasure she so desperately needed. Deanne gasped as her world turned black but remained silent, she certainly was overcoming any fears she had and was determined to obey. I unclipped her stockings from the garter belt, rolled them down her legs and then I dispensed with the garter belt.
From a wall rack I took two cats of nine tails and with one in each hand I took up position behind her. Starting with light strokes I commenced a systematic whipping of all her body.
“Ohhhhhh yessssss!” Deanne hissed as the first strokes fell across her arse cheeks.
I moved my arms so that the leather lashes criss-crossed each other and there was virtually no time when her body was untouched. Pink marks began to appear on her arse, back, thighs and shoulders of the back of her body. I moved around in front of her and whipped her breasts, stomach and thighs.
Deanne’s cries grew louder as I slowly increased the force of the strokes. I knew from our first meeting that she loved to be whipped and that she would use the safe word if the pain got too much for her.
I moved in slow circles around her body, systematically double whipping with the cats. The pink marks had turned to red and my nostrils twitched at the aroma of a very turned on lady.
The strength of my strokes were matched by the volume of Deanne’s moans and with a sudden scream her body tensed and then shuddered violently as she orgasmed. I dropped the cats on the floor and hugged Deanne, supporting her weight as her legs collapsed under her. When she had recovered enough to stand I quickly moved to the winch and loosened the chain, enabling me to take the hook from the wrist cuffs. I lowered Deanne’s arms, removed the leg spreader and the wrist cuffs and let her slump to the floor, her body still shaking from the orgasms.
After a few minutes she looked up at me and smiled, “Oh Sir, you sure know what turns me on don’t you, I have needed that for so long, amazing, just amazing.”
I reached down and helped Deanne to stand again, albeit on wobbly legs. I assisted her over to the massage table and laid her down on her back. The cool leather eased the heat of the whipping and she soon relaxed, eager to move on to the next experience. Her eyes never left me as I took four lengths of rope and secured her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table, slipping the stockings off so she was now nude. The rise and fall of her breasts gave away her excitement as I placed a small cushion under her head. Deanne watched as I moved around the room lighting candles and then turning the lights down low. A low moan escaped her lips as I moved beside her, a burning candle in my hand.
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