by Jamie Knight
A new kind of thrill ran through me. I was utterly helpless and totally his, to do with as he liked. My mind spun with all the beautiful options. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I wanted him so much it literally hurt.
I trembled softly as I waited for what he would do next. My heart fell a little as he picked me up into his arms, my chest pressed against his, my bound arms and legs out in front of him. As he carried me, I could feel his heartbeat as he walked. I didn’t know what it was like usually, but it felt pretty fast to me. Letting me know he was probably as excited as I was.
To my disappointment, he carried me upstairs back to the room he had put me in and lay me out on my side on the bed.
“You are going to have to wait until after the meeting you nearly ruined,” he said, closing the window with a bang and a click.
It sounded like he was going to leave, his heavy footfalls on the hardwood floor. I let out a sigh without thinking about it or noticing that he had come up beside the bed. The first indication of his arrival was the touch of his hand on my ankle. My gasp turned to a hum as he caressed his hand up my leg. I thought, or more actually hoped, he would go up my skirt and play with my pussy again. Instead, his exploring hand went up over my hip and then up my shirt.
Stroking over my belly, somehow making me even wetter in my panties, he got up to my breasts. Giving both good hard squeeze, making me moan with pleasure, he pulled down the cups of my bra one by one, tucking them up under my tits. My nipples were already hard from a combination of cold and arousal. Warren took full advantage of this fact, giving each a pinch that made me gasp in pleasure.
“P-please,’ I moaned, “d-don’t leave me like this.”
“You need to be a good obedient pet. Then and only then, I will reward you. Until then, this is the rest of your punishment for coming into my home, interrupting my meeting, and then trying to run away when I was lenient. You need to suffer, my little pet. Atone for what you have done, and then you can begin to learn.”
With that, he lifted my skirt and gave me one more hard strike on my ass before leaving, locking the door behind him.
Chapter Seven - Warren
My cock was so hard it was difficult to walk. It was pressing up against the inside of my suit pants, dying to get out. I could hardly believe my luck. Having such a hot and willing little pet basically fall into my lap — even if she did ruin the first meeting of the financial club held at my house.
I was still mad about that, but less than before. Spanking Amanda had actually been pretty cathartic, even more so because she genuinely seemed to enjoy it. I knew as well as anyone how difficult it could be to find a genuinely enthusiastic pet. Willing was one thing. It was a basic necessity of the BDSM lifestyle. However, to find one who seemed to enjoy everything as much as the dom that did the dishing out was rare.
Our club’s meeting had basically been adjourned by the president while I was upstairs. Most people were getting ready to go.
“I’m sorry about all this,” I said to all, hoping to make amends.
“Oh, I know, don’t be, m’boy. While it wasn’t quite what we’d had in mind, this has been by far the most entertaining meeting we have ever had. I’m actually thinking about starting to allow pets at the meetings where sensitive subjects aren’t’ being discussed.” The twinkle in Andrew Moore’s eyes let me know not only was I forgiven, but I had also actually gone up somewhat in his estimation of me. There really did seem to be a lot of good fortune coming my way that night.
As I stood in the foyer, saying my goodbyes, the was a dreadful banging. It was accompanied by a rather pathetic shouting as the noisy one who smelled like black licorice kept knocking on the bedroom door upstairs and demanding to be let out.
I realized that I was not alone. Karl Olafssen remained in the foyer. He was looking up, obviously aware of the commotion. Luckily it was only him who remained, sparing too much embarrassment. Karl and I had been friends since school, and I knew I could trust him.
“I thought you tied her up,” Karl said, raising an eyebrow.
“There’s another one,’ I admitted.
“Some guys have all the luck,” he joked, elbowing me in the ribs.
I sighed. “Not like that. Can I tell you the truth?”
“Always.”
“They just walked in — both of them. I saw them when the meeting was starting. I didn’t want to ruin everything, so I put them in the rooms upstairs. They claimed to have been mugged and wanted to call the police. I couldn’t have the police here, of course, but I also didn’t want to put them back out onto the street at night.”
“That is quite a pickle,” Karl agreed, rubbing his chin, “and the business with the window?”
“Amanda tried to get out of the locked room. I guess she was scared, which is understandable, I suppose. I had to come up with a cover story so the other members wouldn’t know what was happening.”
“She went along with it well,” Karl observed.
I nodded. “I know, right. I’m actually thinking of keeping her around a while. It’s her friend who is making the noise right now. I need to get rid of her.”
“Lead the way,” Karl said, getting on board with my cause.
The banging was still going on as we got to the door, stopping as soon as the lock clocked on the knob.
The girl rushed at us immediately when I opened the door. “At least let us share a room,” the noisy one said, seeming a lot calmer. “Amanda is terrified. She doesn’t really know about the world and has already been through a pretty traumatic event. She needs me. Let me see her or let us go.”
“You can leave whenever you like, is there somewhere you would like me to drive you?” Karl said, turning up the charm to 11.
I could almost see the spirals in her eyes as Karl all but hypnotized her. He always did have a way with women. I didn’t know if it was his Nordic good looks or just lots of practice… probably both. Whatever the reason, his appearance, or his moves, he could charm the pants off of almost anyone. Literally, in most cases.
“Good idea, Karl,” I agreed, “though Amanda is already asleep, so it is better if she is left until the morning. I will drive her to your hotel at ten, and you can call the police from your room.”
The woman looked unsure about this, but soon, the logic wasn’t necessary. Karl’s hypnotically charming look helped her consent along.
“O-okay,” the noisy one agreed, getting a lot quieter.
I could admire her dedication to her friend but was still happy to see her leave with Karl. Thrilled to finally be alone with my new pet, I was already thinking of all the wonderful things we were going to do to her as I broke her in.
My hands shook slightly as I unlocked the door to Amanda’s room. It wasn’t strictly necessary with her tied up, but I couldn’t risk her trying to get out again. Even though I was reasonably sure that had passed. She was in it now and seemed to know that.
My quiet angel looked perfect, tied up on the bed, patiently waiting for me. I didn’t make her wait as long as I sometimes did. Mostly because I didn’t want her to actually panic.
“Your friend is gone. One of my friends gave her a ride back to your hotel. She is perfectly safe. You, on the other hand, are completely at my mercy.”
I could see a little tremble of pleasure go through her tender young body, and it was all I could do not to take her. There would be time enough for that, however.
“W-what are you going to do to me?”
Unable to resist touching her a moment longer, I stroked a hand up her leg from ankle to thigh, going up her skirt.
“That depends on you, little one. I am going to ask you some questions and will either reward or punish you depending on your answers.”
“O-okay.”
“Okay, what?” I promoted, wanting to train her right.
“Y-yes, sir,” she said, the look in her big, innocent eyes making my heart pound faster.
Chapter Eight - Amanda
It was the definition of conflict. My feelings were caught between deep terror and burning desire as I looked up at my captor. Warren probably would have let me go if I’d insisted, but I no longer wanted to leave.
He started touching me with light caresses on my bare thighs. My skirt was turned up around my waist, exposing my panties and red ass from where he had struck me hard. I’d never had much male attention before and loved all of it — even the things that hurt. It was all part of this new experience.
Warren seemed to have a genuine interest in me and my body, and it made me shudder with sweet desire. I wanted him to do more and more to me. To feel his hands all over my body, as well as other things. I blushed as I imagined the extent of what I wanted him to do to me. I knew it was naughty, sinful even, but I was quickly beginning not to care much.
Taking me by my arms, he lifted me into a sitting position, legs over the edge of the bed. Warren pulled up a chair and sat across from me.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice seeming to echo in my ears like the voice of God.
“Amanda Masson,” I said quickly.
I nearly asked him what his name, as the manners I’d been raised with dictated, but that wasn’t what was going on. I closed my mouth and waited for my master’s next question.
“I am pleased with your answer,” he said.
Leaning forward in his chair, Warren nudged up the hem of my skirt, which had fallen back down, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of my thigh. The sensation set the sweetest little shiver through me, my body so sensitive and receptive to his every touch.
“Do it again,” I begged, desperate for more attention.
“Be patient,” he admonished.
I tensed, thinking he might spank me again, but he didn’t. He simply waited for me to look at him again.
“Why are you here? Why did you come to my home tonight? Tell the truth.”
“Liz, that’s my friend, and I were walking back to our hotel. We’re both from Milwaukee and don’t know our way around. We got lost and were walking around here. I got so taken up with the beauty of the buildings that I took a picture. Before long, we were taking photos of each other. Liz was taking mine when this guy came up behind her. I don’t know if he had a gun or knife or what, but Liz looked really scared and gave him my phone and her wallet. Then she gave him her phone, and I gave him my wallet.
“He grabbed her arm, making me think he was going to…do something bad to her but then pushed her toward me. She’d kept her cards and I.D., so she suggested we find a phone and call the police. Yours was the first door we came to, and it just sort of opened when Liz knocked. She went in, so I did too, not sure what else to do.”
It all came pouring out. Usually, I would have put in a pause or two or thought about what I was going to say before I said it, but it felt so good to tell the truth, to find my voice that I just couldn’t stop. Warren frowned, making me worry.
“I don’t think I believe you. I think you’re lying like a naughty girl and need to be punished.”
Before I could say anything, he had me turned over onto my front with my ass in the air. Tearing my panties off, I could hear them land across the room before Warren turned up my skirt again.
The first strike was hard, making me yelp. I remembered there was no longer anyone there to hear me scream. A thought that was both frightening and arousing at the same time. I felt my pussy tighten, hoping against hope that he would touch me there. I tried my best to be a good girl, so he would want to reward me.
The spanking continued. Hard strikes on each of my ass cheeks in an alternating pattern, making sure he hit both with an equal amount of force. My ass was stinging so bad it brought tears to my eyes and a scream to my mouth, but they were tears and cries of joy. I loved it and wanted that and so much more.
“It’s true,” I cried, not wanting him to think me a liar. “It’s true. I’m not a liar, it’s true I’m not a liar.” I said it again and again like a mantra as the strikes fell.
Suddenly he stopped and started stroking my battered little ass. “I believe you.”
I squeaked a bit as he pulled me back up into a sitting position, the pain in my ass getting worse for a while. Soon enough, it calmed into a low warming sensation, which actually felt kind of nice.
“Where do you go to school?”
“Marquette University in Milwaukee. Liz goes there too.”
“That’s a catholic school, right?”
“Yes, I want to convent school before that.”
“How old are you?”
“22, sir.”
“Are you catholic?” he asked.
“Yes, I mean, I am. Liz isn’t, we went to different elementary and high schools, but she went to Marquette when she found out I got in.”
It was probably too much information, but I wanted to be a good girl and answer his questions in full.
I gasped as Warren lay his hands on my bare thighs, lightly stroking my sensitive skin.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, eyes blazing.
“Y-yes.”
He got down on his knees in front of me, his hands on my thighs. I shivered with anticipation and opened my legs for him, my pussy already tingling with desire.
Warren took his time, kissing his way up my inner thigh, making out a trail to my waiting pussy. The very first lick on my tender young lips made me moan and shudder uncontrollably. Gripping my thighs to hold me still and keep my legs open, he kept licking me, speeding up a bit. I moaned even louder, never having felt anything like that before.
“I’ve never b-been licked down t-there before! O-oh wow!”
Truth be told, I didn’t’ even know I could be licked down there. Or at least it was something people did. Warren lapped at my tender little pussy even harder with his strong, experienced tongue, and it was all I could do to stay sitting up. I thought I might pass out. I’d barely even heard about an orgasm, let alone had one. I didn’t even touch myself, so the massive orgasm Warren gave me came as a surprise.
I managed to look at him, and he seemed really pleased with my response, which made me feel wonderful. Almost as good as the feeling as he stroked my pussy with his fingers as I relaxed. The silence was perfect, at least for a while. Then it started to get a bit awkward because I wasn’t really sure what to do next.
Chapter Nine - Warren
I watched the sweet little virgin as she eyed me. She was brave but still seemed a little nervous, probably expecting that I was going to punish her again. It was a look I absolutely loved because I wasn’t sure myself.
“A-are you going to untie me now, sir?” she asked, not seeming like she actually wanted me to.
“I really don’t see any reason why I should. I like the way you look, all tied up and helpless. I know you are desperate for my attention. You want me to touch you, to pleasure you, and I enjoy seeing you squirm.”
“I want to please you, master,” she said, setting those eyes on me again.
It sent a shiver up me. Not just the words but the look. The whole thing. If I could believe my own senses, she seemed to want me as much as I wanted her.
“How would you do that?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.
Her blush was too precious. “I want to s-suck your cock.”
I shivered with desire and nodded. “Take it in your little mouth and suck me until I cum?”
“Yes, sir. I want to take your c-cock in my little mouth and suck you until you cum.” She blushed further and glanced down.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, darling?”
She turned red adorably, a rosy hue touching her forehead and her pale cheeks. I could tell she hadn’t but want to hear her say it.
“No, sir,” Amanda whispered.
“No what?” I pushed.
“I haven’t s-sucked a cock, sir,” she said, getting more comfortable saying the word.
Getting do
wn on my knees again, I carefully untied her ankles, gently rubbing the red marks on her skin as the rope came away. She looked confused, but I loved that she didn’t think to question me. She just waited for orders and seemed willing to do anything I said.
“Please me,” I ordered.
It was a test, in a way. I wanted to see what she would do and how creative she could be in terms of fulfilling my wishes. Getting up from the bed, Amanda got down on her knees in front of me. Unable to use her hands, she stroked her face against me, caressing her gentle cheek against my cock, which was already hard in my pants. It felt fantastic despite being something I’d never really had before. I moaned despite myself, letting her know how well she was doing. Taking the encouragement as it was meant, she upped the ante.
Getting up with surprising ease, with only a little wobbling, she climbed up onto my lap and started straddling me. Her wet little pussy pressed up right against my bulge. I could feel her warmth through my pants. Awkwardly but with feeling, she gave me her best approximation of a lap dance, grinding herself on my cock. It felt amazing, and it was all I could do not to cream my pants.
I took her by the hips as she worked them, partly just to be able to touch her again but also to keep her from falling over, which wouldn’t be good at all. The movement of her sweet little body got me to full hardness. It made me indescribably happy with the feeling as well as her ingenuity. Amanda had proven herself able to please me even if the usual way wasn’t available.
As she continued to move, stroking her pussy against me, I ripped off her shirt, leaving her just in her bra from the waist up. It didn’t have any shoulder straps, so it was easy enough to get it off, unleashing her sweet, full breasts. Her nipples were already at full attention. Leaving one hand on her hip to keep her steady as she moved, I started to squeeze and suck her lovely tits, making my sweet little pet moan. She was getting even more excited, at least if the increased warmth in her pussy was anything to go by.