She sits on the rented room, waiting for his arrival.
She checks her watch and shakes her head slightly with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
"Such a bad boy... leaving me here waiting..."
She stands up from her couch and walks around the room until she comes to a stop by the window.
"Hummm, well hello..." she says without turning her gaze from the window.
"Hello Miss... I came ready for you..."
He removes the duster he was wearing to reveal his naked body with nothing else but a full body harness on.
She smiles obviously pleased by the contraption he chose to wear.
"I can see that..."
"Shall I kneel? You look delicious."
She sits back on the couch and crosses her legs seductively, laying her hands on her knees.
"Thank you. Yes, kneel close to me."
He lowers his head and approaches her, kneeling down at her feet."Miss, as you wish"
She runs her hand over his hair smiling "Were you a good boy on your absence?"
"Yes Miss", he replies with a devilish grin on his face.
She leans forward, letting him see her breasts through her keyhole dress and grabs his hair steadily.
"You were very bad... leaving me all alone all this time...", she leans closer and kisses him hard biting his lower lip before sitting back again, leaning comfortably against the couch.
He releases a small moan of pain and desire to her hold and murmurs " Uughh, yes Miss. Please forgive me... Let me make it up to you somehow."
She takes hold of his hair once again and pulls him closer, bringing his lips close to hers without allowing them to touch. The proximity of their bodies, clearly making his arousal grow, her control teasing him as his heart pounds harder within his chest and his cock starts to throb from the perfect view of her breasts and her scent.
"And what would you suggest George? How will you make it up to me?"
She slides from her couch and sits on top of his legs, letting his now erect cock brush her inner thighs, with no panties separating it from her core, briefly touching it before adjusting her hips and rising to her feet again.
"You are an awful tease... Come."
He stands up to follow her and suddenly feels the burn of her slap across his face.
"I didn't say you can stand up, George. Why do you inflict punishment upon you when I want nothing else but obedience and respect?"
He lowers his eyes to floor and starts crawling to her feet.
"Forgive me Miss."
She caresses his head and pats his shoulder before moving to the special bedroom that awaits them.
As they enter, she leads him to one corner and places the chains on his wrists, leaving him chained and spread against the across, his manhood exposed and vulnerable to her.
She takes a look around, taking in her surroundings and his showing desire growing before her eyes. He struggles weakly against the chains and cuffs that hold him as her evaluation of their accommodations proceeds, his heart pounding faster in anticipation.
"Quite a room, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss."
She moves closer to him, the tip of her boots dangerously close to his member, she takes hold of his hair again, harder this time and pulls his lips to her.
"You were lying to me?..." She licks his lips with the tip of her tongue and pushes him back moving away from him, taping her flogger against her hand. He winces as she pulls his hair, looking into her eyes, moaning slightly he hisses through gritted teeth.
"Yes.... sorry Miss.... It won't happen again, I will behave in your absence"
He eyes the flogger nervously, not knowing what is punishment will be. She walks around the room, thinking, not allowing one single glance at him and then stops in front of the Saint Andrews cross, observing it with a wicked smile on her lips before moving back to George. He drops his eyes as soon as she approaches him, still struggling slightly against his cuffs as again he sees the flogger tapping against her palm. She smiles and asks softly "George dear... Do you want to touch me...?"
Without removing his gaze from the floor he answers her "Yes.... yes.. Miss..."
His blush spreading across his features with a little shame as his shaft swells at the thought, straining even more against his harness as the tip pushes against the ring that contains him. She moves to sit on a chair in front of him, spreading her legs she exposes her bare pussy and slides her fingers over her clitoris, sliding them over her labia, moaning softly while watching him closely. He doesn't dare to lift his eyes, but he hears the sounds of her, easing her fingers into her sex, the scent of her filling the air making his hips wind a little as his lust grows. She smiles pleased with him, pleased with his constraint to watch her.
"You do understand that I must punish your behaviour on my absence?"
He sighs, his body shaking a little."yes... yes... Miss... I do"
She moves her fingers over her sex and stands up moving slowly until reaching him, she places them in front of George, her juices shining on her fingers "Will you dry them for me?"
He lifts his head, watching her fingers, smiling broadly as he reaches his head forward, stretching his neck to wrap his lips hungrily around her fingers, cleaning her scented juices with his tongue swirling over them to make sure he gets every drop.
She moves closer to him, pressing her hips against him as he sucks on her fingers.
"Are they clean?"
She releases his chains and beckons him to stand up. He sighs and shakes his now free arms, letting them fall by his side before kneeling and allowing himself a look at her for the first time.
"Follow me..." she says then pointing to the cross. He follows as ordered and as standing before it, he stares and waits for her command. The look of devotion on his face makes her feel even more aroused, feeling herself drip as she runs her nails down his neck and motions for him to take his place.
He stands up against the cross, lifting his arms and laying against the pad, ready for her to link his cuffs to it.
As soon as he is ready, she applies a hard strike on his muscular ass, making him shiver from the pain. She rubs the red mark and strikes again. At each strike his shaft twitches, throbbing even harder.
They both rejoice in their roles, he knows the satisfaction he provides her with his servitude and she knows that for every bit of pain that she serves upon him is clearly surpassed by the affection that grew between them.
Their forbidden love, the constrained lust that fires their desires, making them more addicted to one another by each passing day.
"Did your punishment sufficed?" She asks as taking hold of his swollen member. His heart pounding against his chest.
"It is not my place to decide Miss"
She smiles pleased by his answer and presses her lips against his hungrily, tasting his mouth passionately as she begins to work on his deserved release...
