He pulled her up to her feet.
“Do you know your mistake?” he asked.
She quickly lowered her gaze.
“I didn’t ask your permission to touch you,” she said quietly.
“And I didn’t allow you to come,” he added. “I’m going to punish you tomorrow for the first one.”
“Yes, Master.”
“As for your second mistake…” he nodded toward the whipping bench. “We are going to practice...”
Danica wasn’t sure if she could take another whipping so quickly after the first one. It was everything she was hoping for, but her butt was still raw. Kurt, however, seemed very serious.
In the end, she went to the bench without protesting, though her heart began beating faster again.
He lifted one end of the bench with a hidden mechanism for her head and told her to lay down on it.
She was grateful that her bottom was on the bench, not the other way around.
Kurt brought ropes and tied her to the bench around her waist and her chest. Her breasts were squeezed between the lines of ropes, but he was an expert. The ropes were tight, almost painful, but instead of hurting her, they made her breasts firmer, her nipples harder. Then he tied her arms together under the bench. Finally, her ankles were tied to her thighs and her legs were connected with another rope under the bench. Kurt pulled the rope tight forcing her legs apart exposing her sex.
Danica hasn’t been tied up like this before. The most her ex ever did was tie her limbs to the bed. This was so much more exciting. She loved the pressure on her skin, the way he touched her gently but firmly. She loved to see the hunger in his eyes for her and his erection. She became so aroused again that her clit was throbbing from her need.
Kurt enjoyed every second of the process. When he finished with the ropes, he went for his favorite nipple clamps.
Danica’s eyes widened at the sight of the small devices. When he pinched her nipples, she gasped and moaned, but he didn’t please her. Kurt simply stretched her skin and nipples grabbing her piercings, then clamped on the little toys. The clamps were very strong biting into her tender flesh. She let out a small whimper, but after a few seconds, they felt weirdly good.
Kurt was fully erect by now. He stepped over the bench with one leg facing her.
“Open your mouth!” he commanded.
She did with pleasure and anticipation, but she didn’t show it to him.
Kurt entered her slowly letting her tongue tease his cock. He let her move at her own pace. In the meantime, he cupped her breasts, then twisted and pulled her clamps. Her whimpers and moans were muffled by his cock when he pushed it deeper into her throat.
“I’ve got something special for you little slave,” he mused as if he just remembered the funniest thing.
He went to the corner where a big box-like something was covered with a white sheet. He pulled the cover off.
A delightful shiver ran through Danica’s body at the sight of the device. It was a ‘fucking machine’ with two arms.
Kurt pulled it to the end of the bench and set the angle of the arm. He chose a big dildo about his own size and fastened it to one of the arms.
When he turned on the machine, the dildo slid inside her dripping opening without any resistance. She closed her eyes enjoying the big toy filling her up.
Kurt changed speed a few times but when he saw her orgasm closing, he stopped the device and let her suck him for a while.
He did this three times until she begged him to let her come.
“Please, Master...” her voice quivered from her want. “I’ll do anything, just let me come.”
“Will you be a good little slave?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yeeeessss!”
He pulled the dildo out of her pussy and poured lube on it. Before Danica could even guess what he was doing, Kurt pushed one finger inside her backdoor. She gasped loudly at the sensation. It felt amazing.
Once her muscles relaxed, he switched to two fingers, then finally to the dildo. He loved how Danica’s ass was stretched with the big toy. She was ecstatic again as he turned on the device.
Kurt stepped closer and bent his knees. He rubbed her clit before plunging into her pussy. His balls were caressed by the moving dildo.
Danica was in heaven. The double penetration was simply unbelievable. She wanted this feeling to last forever. To be lost in this joy, never to worry about anything in the whole world.
She was moaning continuously, calling his name. Kurt sped up the machine when she was close to her release. He was groaning loudly with every thrust as well. She came a bit sooner than he thought, but not by much.
Danica’s world exploded the second time. She nearly passed out from her incredible orgasm. Then she felt Kurt pulling out of her pussy. The next moment he was at her head, stroking his cock madly. She opened her mouth just in time to receive his load. She swallowed it hungrily and sucked him until he was completely dry.
Kurt untied her step by step, caressing every inch of her skin where the ropes left red lines or his whipping raw skin.
When she was standing again, he lifted her chin making her look into his eyes.
“If you don’t finish your chores, break my dining set or simply are not obedient enough,” he smacked her pink bottom with his hand, “I’ll have to punish you again.”
“Yes, Master,” Danica replied submissively. But inside her heart was fluttering with joy. Kurt was everything she hoped for, everything she needed.
“Oh, and one other thing. If you want to stay here, you must quit the agency tomorrow. I’ll hire you directly.”
With that, he left her in the room.
Later tonight, he would soothe her soul and kiss her red bottom after they made gentle love in his bed. He would treat her like a princess. His beautiful, amazing princess. He was in love.
From that day, Danica’s perfect work record at the Gorman estate suddenly turned to the worst. There was not one day when she didn’t make some mistake, broke something or forgot about one of her chores.
And dear God! She loved every minute of it.
***
The friend & the girl & the pimp
Danica was sitting on a bench at the park where they first met. She looked really happy, which made Michael happy too.
“Hello, Mrs. Gorman,” he smiled at the little minx, “can I sit with you?”
“Hi,” she said nodding. Her eyes were sparkling.
“How can I help you this time?”
It was ten months earlier when Michael saved Danica from her abusive boyfriend. It was just blind luck. When he learned her story, he knew that she and Kurt were meant to be together. She was just like Sarah had been once. They shared the same passion for light BDSM and she needed somebody like Kurt. Danica wanted to hide for a while and Kurt needed someone to shake him up. It was a perfect chance for them. Michael showed her Kurt and told her all the important bits and pieces she needed to know. He also told her about his ‘room’ and that Kurt didn’t know that he knew. Because it was impossible to bring Kurt out of his grief, it had to be a half-blind-tricked date. The live-in-maid ruse worked beautifully just as they planned it. They needed a legit company to play the part perfectly. Michael took her to Kyle, then miraculously there was a job just for her. Danica was only there to work as a maid. Everything else was up to them. But she liked Kurt from day one. The only unfortunate thing was Kyle Johnstone at the agency. Danica didn’t want to talk about it, so she never told Michael.
“Nothing really,” she smiled, “I just wanted to thank you for everything.”
“I’m glad I could help. I’d do it again anytime.”
There was a long silence. Michael was waiting patiently.
“Actually...,” she held her next word, “...I wanted to ask you if you’d be our first child’s godfather.”
Michael laughed.
“I thought you would never ask,” h
e teased her.
“You knew it already?”
“Did you really think he could keep news like this from me?” Michael winked at her. “Sarah couldn’t have kids and they were too busy with their businesses, anyway. But we all change with time. I can tell you that I’ve never seen Kurt so happy in my whole life than when he found out you are pregnant.”
Michael saw that she unconsciously put her hand on her still flat belly. She will be a good mother, he thought.
“Can I ask a personal question?”
She nodded.
“Do you still wear that awesome maid uniform 24/7?”
She blushed but smiled at him.
“Not that if it’s any of your business,” she replied, “but, no, I don’t wear it all the time.”
She did wear it almost every time in the ‘room’ though.
“By the way...” Michael said, rummaging through his coat pocket, “this is for you,” he handed her two pieces of folded newspaper.
She looked at the first article after she unfolded the wrinkled paper.
‘Local man has been arrested on suspicion of sex trafficking.’ The date was nine months earlier.
The second article looked recent.
‘Man sentenced to 330 months in federal prison for sex trafficking.’
In both articles, there was a black-and-white photo of Kyle ‘Fucking’ Johnstone.
“I’m so sorry,” his voice caught up in his throat, “if I knew what kind of man he really was. I would have never...”
She put her finger on his lips, silencing him.
“Thank you,” she said to him with tears in her eyes.
Also by Sadie Wittmore
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I'm a lover of light BDSM erotica, and my mind is constantly drifting to lustful thoughts. I firmly believe we should all have mind-blowing sex at least twice a day! Surrender to our desires and to hell with everyone who disagrees. I have come to this realization after years and years of wasted time trying to please all the prude people. One day I decided to ignore all those fools. And boy... that was the best decision I have ever made...
Then I woke up. Well, my life is slightly different from my dreams. But still...
Life is too short. Let go of your inhibitions and experience all the joy, pleasure and happiness sex can give you. My stories hopefully prove that your dirty fantasy isn't actually that dirty. We all want the same.
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This is a work of fiction. Any names, places, and characters are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is entirely coincidental.
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