[Sadomasochism] Fantasy Fulfillment.

[Gerald_Marks]

Fantasy Fulfillment.
by
Gerald Marks

Gerald re-read the email trail, decided that perhaps it was worth following up after all, composed a concise reply requesting contact details, and pressed the Send button. Three days, two phone conversations and one answering email later saw him draw up his car in the street a few doors down from the address he had been given. After locking the car, he opened his briefcase and took out a newspaper already folded to the small ads page and walked along the street and up to the house as if he were answering an advertisement. He rang the bell and instantly recognised the woman who answered.

“Hello Sarah,” he said to her smiling pleasantly, “My name is Marks, I’ve come about your inquiry.”
Sarah welcomed him, asked him in, and indicated he should precede her into the lounge. It was tastefully furnished and a man was sitting in one of the armchairs sipping a small whisky from a crystal shot glass, he looked over at Gerald, smiled nervously and nodded a welcome. Sarah asked him to sit and offered drinks; Gerald accepted a small whisky and sat on the sofa, setting his briefcase at his feet. Sarah then introduced the man as Kevin, her husband, and took the other armchair. “Thank you for coming Gerald,” she said, “we have been looking forward to your visit.”
Gerald sipped his drink and said “Thank you, so have I. Now, just to avoid any possible confusion, I’d like to make sure I have this straight.” He looked at Sarah and went on, “You and your husband enjoy a cuckold life style. Correct?” Both of them nodded and shared a look between them. “And you are both interested in the Dominant – submissive dynamic but Kevin is not particularly versed in taking a lead role in anything like that … but is interested and you want me to take a Dominant role with you,” he indicated Sarah, “so that Kevin can witness at first hand someone other than he with you?”

“That’s about it,” she said, “I’ve been spanked before, and returned home marked and sore. Kevin doesn’t see why firstly, someone who claims to care for my wellbeing would want to hit me and secondly why I allow it … no … enjoy it. Whenever we would do something like that Kevin didn’t want to hurt me and it’s really a lot more than just mere foreplay to me.”
“You are right in saying it’s not just foreplay. You also want Kevin to decide how hard I should punish and when I should stop. I’ll be more than happy to help here but you need to understand that I too have limits and if I think it needs to halt then it will halt.” Gerald took another sip and regarded both of them intently.
“Of course,” said Sarah, “when do you want to begin?”
“Now,” said Gerald, “but first you both need to listen carefully. Here is what I propose to do. Firstly, Sarah, you will go upstairs and change into a more suitable skirt, something a little less tight then lay out three sets of matching underwear, three dresses and accessories, shoes and such I will choose what you will wear when Kevin takes you to my hotel for dinner later this evening. Lay them out on the bed then go into the kitchen and wait until I summon you; I assume you obtained the item I asked for?”
Sarah nodded and said, “Yes, it’s upstairs on the bed.”
“Then go; and bring it with you when you come down.” he turned his attention to Kevin as she left the room, “She is a stunning woman Kevin; I love the way she holds herself. Are you one hundred and one per cent sure that you want to take this all the way?”
“I can’t be; there is still some doubt. I really hate to think about the things that happen to her sometimes but I am as certain as I can possibly be. Is that fair?” said Kevin thoughtfully. “But we agreed that you would have full control and I promise to stand by my word.”
“Good. You understand that I will need her full verbal agreement before I begin?”
Kevin nodded.
“When I call her in I will obtain that first then outline what will happen to her. I will be quite stern in manner and that is designed to raise her apprehension and perhaps induce a state of unease although I promise that she will be quite safe.” Gerald stood up and moved to the centre of the room, he turned his head towards the kitchen door and in a raised voice called. “Sarah, come in here please.”
He door opened and Sarah entered holding a hook handled rattan cane, she looked nervously at both men before standing in front of Gerald and fixed her eyes on the carpet inched in front of his feet. She held the cane out to him.
Gerald ignored it and slowly looked her up and down. She was dressed in a beige pleated skirt and black silk blouse, fishnets and black court shoes.
“The fishnets are tarty Sarah, something with a little more politesse when you change.”
Sarah nodded meekly and said quietly, “Yes Sir.”
“I have discussed you with Kevin and we both agree that you are to be punished right here in this room. You will be spanked and caned and both will be administered to your bare bottom. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“… and do you agree to being physically punished?”
Sarah hesitated then said “Yes Sir.”
“Right. Give the cane to Kevin for now, “he pulled a dining chair out from its place at the table, turned it round and sat down, “come over here and stand beside me.” Sarah obeyed, Gerald positioned her so that Kevin would have a fully uninterrupted view once she was over his knee then putting his hand at her back gently pushed her over his knee. Sarah steadied herself with her hands on the floor and pushed her legs out straight behind her.
“Six smacks over your skirt girl,” said Gerald and raising his right hand brought it down with a loud SLAP across her backside. Sarah winced but made no sound.
“One.” said Gerald.
Once again his hand raised and fell resulting in another loud SLAP. Again Sarah winced
“Two”
“Three.” Sarah wriggled and remained silent during the application of the remaining three promised smacks. After the sixth, Gerald reached to her skirt hem and raised the garment up revealing her black lace panties and smoothed it over her lower back.
“Another six over your knickers now Sarah, are you ready?” Sarah nodded and he looked across at Kevin, who sat with his face impassive, then turned his attentions back to his task.
The sound his hand made as it connected with Sarah’s backside seemed much louder and without the protection of the skirt fabric this session seemed to affect her more this time as on the second slap, she let out a little cry of pain. Her breathing was getting faster and she was wriggling with each smack. On the sixth blow, Gerald gently rubbed his hand across her reddening cheeks the unceremoniously tugged the waistband of her pants down to mid-thigh. He paused, admiring his handiwork. Kevin could see the bright red areas across her bottom and tried to look at her face but she was turned facing the other way. Gerald caught Kevin’s look and ordered Sarah to look at her husband. Kevin saw what he thought were tiny tears in her bright shining eyes, she was not smiling and he felt a flush of shame as he became aware of his beginning arousal.
Gerald’s hand rose again and swept down resulting in a loud SLAP, the flesh to flesh contact sounding different to the previous delivery. This time Sarah reacted vocally, emitting a short cry of pain.
“Thirteen,” said Gerald pausing; Kevin could see an actual hand imprint emerging on his wife’s bottom, the imprint left from his fingers clearly emerging on the side he was closest to.
SMACK
“Fourteen.” Again Sarah cried out, Kevin felt a wave of confusion hit him almost as hard as Gerald was hitting the woman he loved. She was hurt and he could see real pain in her dampening eyes and his erection was twisting in his briefs causing him some discomfort forcing him to move and adjust himself. He knew he was supposed to be her protector but he was totally unfamiliar with the feeling of stimulation form seeing her semi naked, hurt and helpless. He studied her eyes, trying to read when he was expected to save her from this monster who was abusing her when he suddenly realised that she had noticed his discomposure and was pleased. He did not know how he knew that, he just did and he also knew that if he stopped this she would not welcome ‘The White Knight’.
Gerald smacked her hard again announcing “Fifteen” and Sarah whimpered and moved her head to look at the floor. Two huge tears dripped from her eyes and Gerald barked “Look at your husband and do not LOOK away.” He smacked her in unison with the word look and Sarah obeyed him, granting a view of her tear stained face to Kevin. On the very next blow, Sarah sobbed, softly but she was crying now and still said nothing that would indicate it should stop. Kevin, who had also been counting somehow expected the last strike to be the hardest of all but it seemed just the same as all the others. Gerald ran his hand across her flaming cheeks, the imprint once so clear was now lost among the angry, red flesh of Sarah’s arse. She herself lay as if exhausted across Gerald’s knees, her breathing coming under control and her sobs diminishing into mere snuffles.

“Stand up and face me,” ordered Gerald, Sarah complied, her skirt falling into place; she reached down and began to pull her knickers back up. Gerald slapped her savagely across her legs.
“Did I say you could pull those up?”
“No Sir”
“Then leave them be. Lift your skirt and let Kevin see how you look now,” he said, Sarah did as she was told, raising the skirt at the back to expose her behind while the front covered her vagina.
“Modesty Sarah,” said Gerald in mock surprise, “Lift you skirt properly please.” Sarah blushed and lowered her eyes but dutifully did as she was told and bunched the entire garment around her waist, exposing her sex. The movement caused her pants to fall from her knees to curl at her ankles like a sleeping kitten. She could feel Gerald examining her freshly shaved c*nt and for some ridiculous reason the thought that she may be exhibiting razor burn flashed across her mind.
“Place your feet twelve inches apart,” commanded Gerald, still looking down, she slid one foot tentatively away from the other. Gerald looked directly at Kevin and extended his hand out to gently cup her vulva; his middle finger probed her lips, slipped in between them and explored her moist vagina. “It would seem that a good hard spanking makes more than just her eyes wet Kevin. I wonder what effect that cane will have,” Sarah’s muscles tightened involuntarily at his words and she heard Gerald say, “The very thought of it seems to excite her Kevin, perhaps we won’t make her wait long.” He withdrew his hand and addressed Sarah, “Pull your knickers up and put your skirt down,” Sarah bent at the waits and pulled her pants up with a smooth action, letting the pleated skirt fall about her thighs, “Now go and sit beside your husband and listen carefully.” Gerald picked up his drink and seeing it was empty gestured towards Kevin. “Would you mind?
Kevin rose to his feet, seemingly unaware that his erection was forcing a bulge in his crotch, he took Gerald’s glass and crossed to the bottle and poured a half inch of amber fluid, he handed it back to Gerald then sat beside Sarah and grouped for her hand. Their fingers entwined and he gave her an encouraging squeeze.
“Sarah,” he said after taking a sip, “In a few minutes I am going to cane you. I intend to give you a round dozen but as I have not caned you before I want you to have a safe-word. If it becomes unbearable I want you to say ‘Doughnut’ and I will stop immediately.” Sarah nodded and exchanged a slightly worried look with Kevin, he squeezed her hand again and patted it with his other hand reassuringly, Gerald continued. “When you are ready I want you to stand up and undress, take those sl*tty stockings off but put your shoes back on, then go over to the dining table and lean over it.” He addressed Kevin, “I’d like you to place the cane in the middle of the table then go round to the other side and sit facing Sarah and hold both her arms by the wrists and keep them held down.” Kevin looked worried but nodded his agreement.
Sarah and Kevin stood up together, Kevin went to the table, placed the cane on it and then sat facing into the room, Sarah unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, folding it neatly and placing it on the arm of the sofa. She undid the fastening of her skirt and unzipped it at the back; she let it fall to the floor, then bent to pick it up, fold it and place it with her blouse. She slipped off her shoes, unclipped her stockings and sat down to remove them, balling them up and stuffed them behind a cushion, out of sight. Standing, she released her suspender belt and dropped it on top of her skirt; she paused, and looked across at Gerald who was watching her intently then nervously unfastened her black bra. Gerald looked appreciative as her breasts were exposed and he watched intently as she slid her lacy pants down her long shapely legs, she consigned the garments to the pile at her side the slipped her bare feet back into her shoes and proudly walked towards the dining table. Sarah stood in the space left where Gerald had taken the dining chair earlier and giving Kevin a reassuring smile bent over the table, and shuffled her feet to leave them about eighteen inches apart and her stomach resting on painted wood of the table. She stretched her arms out towards Kevin and as he took a firm hold of her wrists said softly, “Alright you vicious bastard, I’m ready. Do your worst.”

“Wrong on several counts Sarah,” Gerald said reaching across her back to pick up the cane. He selected his position and tapped it lightly across her exposed buttocks, “One, I may have been conceived on their wedding night, but both my parents were legally married.” He gave her a light stroke, just hard enough for her head to lift in surprise. “Two, I have no intention of giving you anything like my worst,” He gave her another, similar stroke and said, “It very well may seem like it to you though. Third, I very much doubt you are as ready as you think,” and gave her another sharp tap with the rattan cane. However, I very well could be categorised as vicious.” On the word vicious he brought the cane down on her backside fast and hard causing Sarah to gasp loudly, more in surprise than pain.
“Now, sadly, none of those counts, however, you can, loudly and clearly after each stroke if you please.” Despite the use of the adverb, it was clear from his tone it was not a request.
Sarah said simply, “Yes Sir” and moved her hands so that she could grip Kevin’s wrists rather than have her hands just held down, Gerald noticed the movement but said nothing. “Now, think carefully. What is your safe-word?”
“Doughnut Sir.”
“How many strokes do I expect you to count?”
“Twelve Sir.”
Gerald moved to stand behind her and put the tip of the cane between her legs and tapped the inside of each thigh to indicate that she should adjust her position; he was satisfied when each foot was touching the adjacent table leg.
“Sarah, I want you to remain in position and to keep both feet on the floor at all times. This will be delivered as a Judicial Caning, which means that each stroke will be hard and painful and there will be approximately thirty seconds between each one with a longer pause after stroke number six. It will end either at stroke number twelve or on the use of your safe-word. ” He addressed Kevin, “Please do not let go of her wrists under any other circumstances.” Kevin looked worried but nodded his assent, he caught his wife’s eye and she smiled at him and mouthed, I love you. Gerald stood just off to Sarah’s left side and tapped the cane several times on her bottom.

Without any indication, Gerald raised the cane and slashed it down savagely on its helpless target. Sarah gave a loud gasp and utter a plaintive “Ahwoa! … One Sir.” Gerald flexed his arm and studied the site where the cane had connected with the firm flesh and saw that the cane had left a white streak that was slowly turning red underneath and bringing to raise; Sarah’s breathing was quickening and she was striving to gain control by blowing out quick sharp breaths. After what seemed an age to Kevin, Gerald raised the cane and it descended with a loud SWISH then landed with a sharp CRACK. Sarah squealed in pain and gasped sharply for air then called out, “Two Sir.” Gerald again examined this latest strike as intently as before and Kevin found himself trying to count seconds in his head saying One elephant, two elephant, three elephant …. He looked at Sarah, her brown hair was falling over her eyes but he could see that they were not only open but filling with tears and he could not believe that he was rock hard from the eroticism unfolding in front of him while his wife was being wickedly abused by this unfeeling monster.

CRACK

Sarah’s nails dug into his wrists, simultaneously, she gave out a piercing shriek followed by a series of sobs and moans; her eyes were wide open and she was struggling to regain control. He was about to say something when he heard her say “Three Sir.” Her voice was cracking and filled with genuine anguish but she gripped her husband’s wrists and squeezed a message. He looked at her again, her head was down and she was crying softly but somehow seemed serene.
Kevin tried to count elephants again and looked over her back at Gerald, who stood, his face masked in concentration as he was scrutinising the angry white/red marks that were coming up on the sobbing woman’s trembling behind. At twenty-four elephants he was aware that Gerald was preparing to hit her again.

SWISH/CRACK

And again Sarah screamed, “Oh God. No, No, no, no, Oh, Christ, no, no.” Her breath was labouring but she still could call out clearly, “Four Sir.” Kevin looked at her in concern, she was no longer looking at him and her head was slowly moving from side to side in time with her mumbled protestations; then she relaxed the grip on his wrists slightly and drew a deep breath. Her head centred, stilled and she raised it to meet his eyes. Kevin wanted to look away and she must have sensed this because she mouthed, “Look at me”. He tried to smile to her.

SWISH/CRACK

Sarah’s head snapped up and she released another long howl of agony, studded with “God No” and Please, please. Please.” Kevin had no idea if she meant please stop … or simply please; his confusion was mounting as was his own sexual excitement, he had never known such a turn on. His wife distressed and tearful, the sound the rattan wand made on contact with her skin, her grip on his wrists not to mention his on hers and the impassive performance of her tormentor all added up to a height he had never known and he had never wanted to fuck her as badly as he did now. “Five Sir,” her voice rimmed with pain but still strong and clear announced she was ready for the next one.
Gerald raised his arm and caned her for a sixth time and again she howled her misery. This time Gerald placed the cane on the table and moved to stand closer to her. Kevin initially thought that Gerald had read her anguish and decided that enough was enough. The sound of Sarah’s cries of agony changing to moans of ecstasy dawned on him. Gerald was fingering her; he had said that there would be a pause halfway through but he had not considered this. Sarah was definitely in pleasure, intense, deep pleasure then he heard Gerald say, “It’s not just her eyes that are wet Kevin. Isn’t that so Sarah?” Sarah moaned something that could have been yes … or equally just a primal grunt of desire. Gerald suddenly stepped away and picked up the cane. “You failed to say ‘Six’ Sarah but the stroke was good and it will count. We can discuss your omission later perhaps. You will continue your count from seven.
“Yes Sir,” Sarah said meekly and once again the cane sliced through the air.
The following six strokes were administered to Sarah’s arse as mercilessly as the preceding six. At the last, Sarah screamed “Twelve … twelve Sir and her body collapsed limply on the table. She laid there quietly, her breathing laboured and her tears flowing freely; she released her grip on Kevin’s wrists and he let go of her reluctantly. Part of him wanted to leap across the table and give this evil sadist a taste of his own medicine, part of him wanted to just hold her and help her stop crying, part of him wanted to fuck her right there, still bent over the table and part of him shocked him, the part that wanted her to have another six.
Gerald casually tossed the cane onto the sofa and moved closed to Sarah. Her body was still heaving from the effort to regain control of her breathing and her suffering cries were now a quiet and miserable weeping. Gerald placed one hand on her hair and smoothed it and gently hushed her, his voice calming and caring, “The line between pleasure and pain is muddy Sarah,” he began, “and it is not the same line for everyone. For some people it crosses its-self between the two endlessly, for others, those two emotions never meet. Kevin slowly got up from the dining table and moved slowly to sit on the sofa and watch, from there he could see the damage inflicted on her backside and again his feelings knotted in conflict. He glanced at the clock and was amazed to find that no more than ten minutes had elapsed since Sarah discarded the clothes he was moving aside, it had seemed much, much longer. He turned his attention to the tableau unfolding a few feet away, he could clearly see the straight, bright, evenly spaced red marks that Gerald had left on her, he could even distinguish that they were slightly raised. He watched as Gerald’s right hand gently caressed her beaten buttocks and then her exposed vulva, teasing his finger along the line where her lips met. He heard her sobs suddenly stop and she moaned sensually, a sound that Kevin was intimately familiar with and Kevin knew that she was on the edge of an orgasm.
Gerald’s finger invaded her sex and he manipulated her with his hand for a minute or so, or was it an hour? Kevin could not track time, the sound of his wife’s building orgasm filled his ears, he watched in total fascination as she writhed on the table at the attentions of the man who minutes before had been tormenting her, her moans became louder and louder, her body pressed back against Gerald’s hand forcing his finger further inside her and she came, suddenly, completely and very loudly, then sank back onto the table, panting with effort. Gerald stood back from her and tapped her striped backside. To Kevin’s amazement, Sarah stood erect, turned to face Gerald then dropped to her knees, lowered her eyes to the floor and said meekly, “May I service you Sir?”
Gerald replied softly, “Yes, I think that you should kneel facing this way so that Kevin might see your beautiful red bottom,” he moved a quarter turn and Sarah shuffled round to match. Without turning to look in Kevin’s direction, she unzipped Gerald’s trousers and reached inside; her head began to bob up and down. Kevin examined Gerald’s face; his eyes were closed and a contented and peaceful expression came over it. Gerald opened his eyes and looked down at Sarah, he took a handful of her hair and said, “Look at me Sarah, look in my eyes.” Sarah’s hear altered upwards and their eyes met, her movements quickened and Kevin could hear the sounds that only a woman could make as she used her mouth to milk a man. Kevin’s excitement was still growing and he did not know if Gerald would appreciate him either joining in or simply masturbating there on the sofa and began to worry that he would come in his pants when Gerald came in his wife’s mouth. Forcing his thoughts away from that possibility, he found he could still not look away from the sight of Sarah sucking; an odd phrase he had heard somewhere entered his head, ‘Going at it like a dog eating hot chips’ and he almost giggled aloud.
Gerald gave a short, deep, grunt and his hips made a short thrusting movement, his free hand grabbed a hank of Sarah’s hair and he pulled her head towards him and held it while his hips took over the movements; it was as if he were fucking her face; he held his breath and his eyes screwed shut. He gave another primal groan, thrust hard forwards and blew his breath out loudly and slowly as his tension released and he came in Sarah’s mouth.
They were still for a long moment then Gerald said in a deep voice, “Go over to your husband, show him, and then drink it.”
Sarah shuffled awkwardly on her knees over to the sofa; she knelt in front of Kevin, her lips pressed shut and sat back on her heels, she parted her thighs with her hands resting just above her knees and tilted her head back; she opened her mouth. Kevin saw a rivulet of spunk exit from the corner of her mouth and drip off her chin and that her mouth held a pool of whitish grey semen. She closed her mouth and held Kevin’s eyes in a determined gaze as she swallowed.
Gerald meanwhile had adjusted his dress and coughed to gain their attention, “Kevin, Sarah,” he began, “I have a table for three booked at the restaurant at my hotel, nine o’clock. I am going to go first and sent a taxi here to bring you along, it will be here in forty-five minutes.” Gerald picked up the newspaper he had brought with him and continued, “Kevin, I am not inclined to ‘Dom’ing’ men but there are some conditions I’d like to set.” Kevin nodded and said, “Of course, I’ll try and meet them Gerald … if I can.”
“If you don’t, I’ll only take it out on Sarah, if you actually come that is,” Sarah, oblivious to her nakedness got up and sat beside Kevin, and said, “We will come, won’t we Darling, we are not the sort of people to break our word once it’s given, are we love?”
“No, we are definitely not, we will be ready on time,” agreed Kevin.
“Good. Okay, firstly, I want you to choose Sarah’s clothes and I expect to be impressed. Secondly, between now and Sarah returning home from the hotel, no part of your body is to enter any part of Sarah’s body. Understood?” Kevin was taken aback; he was desperate to fuck her and he knew from past experience that she would be equally anxious to open her legs for him but realising that he was trapped by his previous promise he nodded his assent.
“I need to hear you please Kevin. Do you understand what I have told you …you too Sarah.”
Kevin said slowly, “Yes Gerald … I won’t find it easy but Yes I understand and I agree.” Sarah, still in sub mode dropped her eyes, put both hands together in her lap and said, “Yes Sir.”
Gerald smiled, “That’s not to say that she can’t touch you but if you disobey, I’ll know. I’ll know because I’ll ask Sarah and she’ll tell me. She will not be able not to.
“Something else, I am quite sure that you have a ‘Rabbit’ Sarah,” she nodded, “good, bring it and you can bring anything else that is important to you. The table is for nine, I would prefer that you are not late,” with that, Gerald picked up his jacket and left.

Kevin turned to Sarah, who was still naked beside him, “Wow, I don’t know what else to say but Wow, that was …”, he tailed off and reached out to cup her breast, easing the nipple between two fingers, feeling how erect it was, “… just … incredible.” He suddenly realised that only minutes ago, she had been crying and released her breast and put his hand to her hair, running his fingers through it. “Are you okay?” he asked, Sarah smiled bravely and replied, “Yes, yes I am, for now.” She made to stand and Kevin caught her hand and put it to his crotch and said, “You have to help me with this. Please, I’m going to burst.” He struggled with his belt and trouser fastening and slipped his clothes off his hips; his manhood jutted out and twitched as he brought her hand to contact him, her fingers closed around him and she squeezed gently and moved her wrist in a gentle motion. Kevin put his other hand on her backside and ran it tenderly across the ridges left by the cane and pulled her towards him, the tip of his cock touched her skin and he felt an almost electrical tingle on contact and an insane surge of need. He pulled her back on to the sofa and pushed her head towards his throbbing penis and pushed up with his hips. Sarah turned her head to one side, “Don’t,” she said, “please don’t. Later Kevin but please not now.” Kevin kept pressure on her head and moved his other hand between her legs, frantically stabbing at her vagina. Sarah started to masturbate him more urgently and pressed her legs together, completely heedless of Gerald’s instruction he worked his hand between her thighs and managed to place the flats of his fingers over her mound, her rubbed her as she worked him and he could feel his orgasm starting; perhaps it was his deep throated growl of desire that got to her but as she felt his cock pulse powerfully in her hand, she parted her thighs and Kevin’s finger slipped inside her. Seconds later, he came, harder and faster that she ever remembered seeing him do so. He let out a long low moan and a jet of semen shot onto her breast, she continued to work him as he worked her; he came again, another jet of hot spunk ejected from his dick and he gave a drawn out sigh and pulled her close. His mouth was next to her ear and she could hear the sounds of his ecstasy. Almost without warning, she knew she was going to come too and let it build and Kevin practically deflated. Sarah experienced a deep shuddering feeling and then came violently, she grabbed Kevin’s wrist and pushed his hand into herself and gave over to the pure and untainted joy that was sex with her husband. It was quick and intense and she too collapsed, breathless beside him.
They sat stroking each other for a few moments then decided that they had to move or they would not be ready when the cab arrived; Sarah jumped up and headed for the shower telling Kevin to get her clothes sorted in the bedroom. She showered quickly, keeping her hair dry after checking that none of Kevin’s issue had splashed onto it and put on a towelling dressing gown to apply her make up. She did a wonderful job considering the time constraints and went into the bedroom where Kevin had laid out bra and pants, in red trimmed with black, a striped knitted dress, black stockings also trimmed in red and black court shoes. He was changing into a clean shirt and chinos having washed to get the worst of his ejaculate off. He left Sarah to dress and went downstairs to check the house was secure to leave, that he had money, his phone, her phone and his keys. Sarah joined him carrying a large handbag, she opened it to show Kevin her Rabbit and as he looked inside he asked, “What on Earth is this?” he drew out what looked like a bundle of red laces and looked at her quizzically, “It’s a flogger Kevin, a sort of whip; I know you haven’t seen it before but I’m sure we’ll find a use for it somehow. Who knows, perhaps Gerald might show you how to use it to its best advantage?”

A car horn from outside signalled the arrival of the cab, Kevin helped Sarah into her coat and slipped on a jacket and they left the house, ensuring it was locked behind them. The cab driver took off as soon as they had belted up without checking the destination; during the journey they said little to each other but sat, holding hands and occasionally exchanging reassuring squeezes. Kevin looked at Sarah’s knees from time to time and felt an almost overwhelming desire to slip his hand up her skirt and touch the smooth skin between her red stocking top and her pants but as her knees were pressed together, he resisted albeit not without some effort. The cab pulled up them at ‘The Traveller’s Rest’ in the village of Girton, just outside the city, and the driver gave a cheery, “Here we are then. Have a good night folks.” Kevin got out his wallet and asked the driver how much to be told, “Nah! It’s paid for Squire.” Kevin took out a five pound note and gave him it anyway and said, “Thanks. I hope we do too.” He got out and rushed round the other side of the car to open Sarah’s door, she got out and the car drove away, they headed for the door. Sarah looked at her watch and said, “We’ve got a minute Kevin, I must have a cigarette.” She fumbled in her bag and produced a packet of cigarettes and her lighter, extracted a cigarette from the packet, put it to her lips and clicked the lighter, holding the flame to the tip of the cigarette and drew deeply.
“Are you nervous Darling,” asked Kevin. She drew again and blew the smoke out noisily, “I’m scared stiff Kevin. Absolutely terrified.” Kevin held her arm and looked at her with deep concern. Sarah drew on her cigarette once more, then crushed it out in the wall mounted ashtray and said, “…and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Come on, let’s get on with this.”
The went inside and advanced to the bar, as they reached the centre of the serving area Sarah saw Gerald sitting at a secluded table set for three, he motioned them over. As Kevin and Sarah approached Gerald stood and indicated where each should sit then Turned to Kevin and asked what he would like to drink, Kevin noted that the question was not would he like one or not and asked for a pint of Carlsberg. Gerald caught the attention of a waiter and gave a drinks order of two pints of Carlsberg and a small white wine; he didn’t ask Sarah’s preference. Nor did he when the menus were brought, Kevin ordered a mixed grill, Gerald, a Ribeye steak and he ordered a grilled salmon fillet with salad for Sarah.
The meal was surprisingly pleasant, the conversation light and easy, with all parties contributing to varied discussions none of which made the slightest mention of the earlier events. The plates were cleared away and the waiter returned to ask if coffee was wanted and Kevin was a little surprised when Gerald ordered two Americanos and nothing else. As the waiter left to fetch them he turned to Kevin and said, “Perhaps you would like to escort Sarah outside for another cigarette then I’d like you to take her up to my room.” He took his key out of his jacket pocket and pushed it across the table to him. He continued, “Once there, I want you to take her dress off and hang it up, you will find a blindfold on the bed; sit Sarah on the chair and put the blindfold on her.” He turned to Sarah and handed her a small flat package then told her, “I want you put these on and then sit quietly and wait for me. I will be joining you soon.” His tone told Kevin that the conversation was at an end, he glanced at Sarah, who was getting to her feet and gathering her bag, he picked the key up by its big purple fob and stood up looking at Gerald who said, “Don’t be alarmed by anything you see in the room and don’t let your coffee get cold.”
Kevin and Sarah went outside to the smoking area where she lit a cigarette, she was visibly trembling, the lighter shaking in her hand. Kevin searched for something to say but Sarah’s eyes told him not to speak, she drew hard and flicked the ash nervously and after another few drags threw it away and turned towards the door. Kevin looked at the room number on the key as they re-entered the building and followed the signs to Room 216, he put the key in the door, opened it and they stepped inside; the door swung silently behind them and softly, clicked shut.
Looking around the room, they saw a chair placed in the middle of the floor away from the writing desk where it belonged with a black leather mask decorated with brass studs left on the seat. A leather strap, divided into three tails almost halfway down its length, was placed neatly on the bed; Kevin recognised it as a tawse, as did Sarah. There were also four thin leather straps coiled by the pillow, sitting next to them were four short, thick leather cuffs fitted with chrome ‘D’ rings and a handful of wooden spring clothes pegs. Sarah took off her coat and put it in the wardrobe then took the flogger from her handbag and placed it next to the tawse. She put her bag on the table and stood waiting for her husband to undress her.
Kevin took her dress by the hem and pulled it up and over her head; he straightened it then hung it up neatly. Sarah opened the package and gave a short laugh; he had given her fishnet hold-ups. She ripped open the package and sat to change her stockings and murmured, “Shame really, I thought that he’d like these. She straightened the stockings and put her shoes back on, picked up the mask and sat down. She held the mask out to Kevin and sat down. Kevin awkwardly fitted the mask over her eyes and stood back to look at her. His erection returned at the sight and he longed to stick his cock in her mouth then and there but instead, bent to kiss her cheek and said hesitantly, “Bye Darling, see you later.” She returned his sentiment and smiled reassuringly then said firmly, “Go!”

Kevin re-entered the hotel restaurant to find the coffee served and accompanied by a large balloon brandy glass containing a half inch of rich, amber fluid. He returned the key and then sat down opposite Gerald and folded his hands on his lap. Gerald picked up his brandy glass and swirled the liquid to warm it with the palm of his hand. He looked thoughtful for a second, sipped the liquor appreciatively then regarded Kevin with a friendly expression.
“I know that you don’t fully understand all this; and I appreciate that it must be really difficult much of the time,” he said in an amiable tone, “and I’ll try to explain some of it to you.” Kevin treated his brandy to the same warming technique as Gerald and said, “I really don’t think I understand any of it. I do know she needs it and I know that she doesn’t need it from me.”
“Ah, you may just be wrong there but wait; hear me out.” He paused and sipped his drink again, “Perhaps you have heard of ‘endorphins’?” he began; without waiting for an answer, he continued. “Endorphins are chemicals that are very similar to opioids,” he paused momentarily, “like heroin for instance. They are produced in the brain in response to various stimuli, like strenuous exercise, pleasure, pain, even chocolate can cause their production and the endorphins sort of help the body deal with whatever caused the stimulus in the first place. A case in point, I would be willing to bet that you know someone who jogs or gyms a lot and gets edgy when he can’t train.” Kevin nodded and said “Yeah. There is this guy I used to work with was like that, a jogger and he sprained an ankle, couldn’t run and was really twitchy about it. We all joked he was addicted to it.”
“Most likely he was,” replied Gerald, “and in Sarah’s case, pain is her ‘trigger’. She has come to associate pain with an endorphin rush and she actually does need it. That is why her orgasms are so intense close to a beating; her senses are heightened way above the normal levels she gets from ‘normal’ sex. And it’s not that she doesn’t need it from you, you just can’t give it to her because of two main reasons.” He paused and looked at Kevin intently, “One, you don’t hurt her and two, she is not afraid of you.” Kevin swallowed and said objectively, “But, she isn’t afraid of you, else she wouldn’t have come here, would she?”
“Sorry Kevin, but wrong again; she is very frightened of me and even more afraid of what I can, or might, do to her; that’s why she came. She is safe, she knows that but right now she is sitting alone, half naked, in the dark with nothing to amuse her but her own imagination. Powerful thing, imagination; your coffee is getting cold.”
Kevin looked at his watch and said, “It may be a bit late for coffee, it might keep me awake.”
“Oh, like you are expecting a full night’s sleep then? Cool customer, I’m impressed mocked Gerald. Kevin flushed slightly and coughed nervously then replied, “No, perhaps not.”
Gerald glanced at his watch and said, “I intend to return her to you in four to five hours. I will use her phone to send some …” he hesitated as if searching for the right word, “… progress reports. But. Your cab will be in the car park in about ten minutes from now,” he drained his brandy and continued, “but I have an appointment to keep.”
As Gerald got up from the table, Kevin said quietly, “Before you go, I have a confession to make.” He coughed nervously and continued, “After you left our house, I got a bit carried away and well … I was in a bit of a state, excited, not upset I mean and Sarah brought me off. I was ready to explode, really I was. I was just so …” he searched for the words, “… hyped up. I stopped thinking and I fingered her and made her come too. She did fight me off … she wouldn’t suck me but I didn’t … I mean it wasn’t … penetrative sex … I just had to. You won’t take it out on her will you? Please?”
Gerald looked at him with the expression a parent would use when catching a child sneaking a biscuit, “I gave both of you a specific instruction. It seems both of you chose to ignore it. I feel a lesson needs to be learned here. Perhaps I’ll need an extra hour will be required to underline my message. Your taxi may be waiting Kevin.” With that, he picked up the folder containing the bill and without a backward glance walked away dropping the folder at the cash desk as he passed it. Kevin sat worrying the brandy for a full minute before swigging it and heading out into the dark.

Gerald slipped the key quietly into the lock on the door of his room and eased it open. Sarah was sitting where he had ordered her to be with her hands together between her thighs and her head angled downward. She either heard the door open or sensed his presence because her head came up and she turned it slightly to the left as if listening intently. The ‘click’ made as the door closed still made her jump and her entire body language changed from patiently passive to guarded.
“Stand up,” he commanded, Sarah rose to her feet, “Take one step forward and place your feet slightly apart and your hands behind your neck.” He approached her and gently took off the leather mask, Sarah blinked two or three times then picked a spot in front of her feet to look at.
“Look at me Sarah,” his eyes searched hers and she returned the look confidently. “Before we begin,” he said softly, “is there anything that you would like to tell me?”
Sarah thought for a second then said, “Yes Sir, I let Kevin finger me after you left us. And I let him make me come Sir.”
“Even though I had forbidden any entry into your body of any kind,” it was not a question.
“Yes Sir. I offer no excuses.”
“Good, because I accept none, I will punish you for your disobedience.” He crossed to the bed and cleared all of the items lying on it and he dropped them on a chair, he selected two of the leather cuffs and gave them to her, “Put those on your ankles,” he ordered and then busied himself by fastening the thin leather straps to the corners of the bed. When he had finished he told her to sit on the middle of the bed and to hold her arms out. He secured the other two cuffs round her wrists then told her to lay spread eagle on the bed. She complied and Gerald quickly clipped the four cuffs to the corner straps and adjusted them until they were almost tight and she had little room for movement. He then took the black mask and covered her eyes. When he was satisfied, he announced, “I am going to go outside for a while and enjoy a cigarette, meanwhile you can reflect on what it means when I tell you not to do something.” He picked up two of the clothes pegs and tugged her bra down to expose her nipples; he worked each one to encourage it to stiffen before closing a peg on it. Sarah gave a slight gasp of pain as the little wooden clamps bit down on her. She heard the door click for the third time and once again, she was alone in the dark.

The exquisite pain from the improvised clamps on her tender nipples began to dominate all her other senses and Sarah strived to block the pain by transferring her thoughts elsewhere; a fruitless enterprise. The more she tried, the more it seemed to hurt; she began to concentrate on the imminent return of Gerald and made a determined effort to listen for the key in the door.
A thought entered her head. What if he had given the key to someone else? He had given it easily enough to Kevin after all and in her heightened state she began to imagine that he had in fact done this. She felt a sharp stab of fear; after all, what did she know about Gerald? Could he get his kicks from boasting about the bound, helpless and blindfolded woman in Room 216? How much could he sell her for? Her fear grew and she started to struggle with her bonds which caused her bra to move against the pegs on her nipples and she realised that she had in fact managed to distract herself from them after all. She lay still and listened; there was someone in the room with her, she was sure of it. Her senses had been swamped by her moment of terror and she had not heard the door at all. If it had opened that was. Confusion grew in her head and she felt it give way to panic and considered crying out when she heard … something … She had no idea what but she was absolutely sure she was no longer alone. Something had brushed the fabric of the bed covering. She knew it and the fear returned; was she going to be ****d while bound to the bed. Her head twisted round in search of a clue to the sound and who had made it when she felt a gentle brushing pressure between her opened legs and gasped in fright. The brushing was repeated and she heard Gerald say, “I see you have brought your little toy whip for me to play with; how very considerate of you.”
Sarah realised that he had been flicking her gently with the flogger she had brought and began to relax as he employed a steady, rhythmic motion with it that caused five or six of its little leather thongs to barely connect with the gusset of her pants and send tiny little shocks of pleasure though her.
“I’m sure that this brought you much pleasure and little in the way of any real pain but it is capable of hurting very much if used correctly and in the proper place.” Gerald spoke with a calm and measured tone, he continued, “I gave an instruction which was disobeyed and you are going to suffer for it.” His voice grew slightly menacing, “You admit to being fingered and to reaching orgasm.” It was not a question and Sarah chose to say nothing, Gerald asked, “Where did he enter you?”
“My c*nt Sir.”
“Only there?”
“Yes Sir”
“Then there is where you will be punished,” with that, Gerald flicked the whip with a movement of his wrist causing the ends of the leather strips to connect with her gusset. Despite the scant protection of the garment, their touch on her tender lips shot barbs of pain through her causing her to gasp in loud surprise. Gerald set up a rhythm, three brushing strokes and one vicious, well aimed slash. Sarah bucked and whimpered at each one only too aware that each third strike was harder than the last and that the angry stinging would soon become unbearable. Gerald turned his attention to her breasts, flicking each one in turn and then returning between her legs. He spoke, “I am going to use this to take the pegs off your breasts … I’m sure you are familiar with the sensation.” With that he flicked hard and the leather of the flogger cruelly caressed her right breast and tore the peg off, sending it spinning into her hair. The blood rushed back into the nerve endings concentrating pure agony in her nipple, she muffled a scream, the whip returned to her vulva and stung wickedly, not once but twice, the flogger took the other peg off just as painfully and she again gasped at the pain, she braced for another pussy strike but it never came; just a soft caress as the flats of Gerald’s fingers smoothed over her swollen lips as if to heal the damage they had just inflicted. Gerald applied pressure from his middle finger along her slit and she felt an ooze of warm moist fluid lubricate her sex. He moved his thumb towards her mons pubis and applied a pressing technique to a point just above her clitoris, simultaneously gliding the knuckle of his middle finger over her now swollen and sensitive outer lips. She responded by giving out a gentle moan and arching her back in an attempt to increase the pressure against her clitoris from his practised hand but Gerald countered her movements to maintain his set level of contact. Sarah gaped in frustration and thrust against her bonds as she wavered on the edge of orgasm.
“Fuck me … Please, please just fuck me. Hard.” pleaded Sarah.
Gerald spoke evenly, “I don’t allow bad language. It’s most unladylike. It would appear that I have another lesson to teach you.”
He stood up and removed her blindfold; Sarah blinked and looked slightly confused as she watched Gerald deftly release her from her restraints. “Get up and get dressed,” he barked as he tossed her dress to her. Sarah pulled the dress on uncertainly and he spoke again. “Every lesson you learn, you will learn hard, but learn it you will.” He had taken the tawse up and was flexing it in his hands, “I am going to give you twelve from this, well, fourteen actually because I intend to give you two samples first that will give you something to think about. Bend over that chair.” He indicated the straight backed chair she had sat waiting in and she obeyed wordlessly, putting both hands flat on the seat and straightening her legs.
“Lift your skirt up and lower your pants.” Sarah did as she was told and resumed her position quietly. She sensed him come round behind her but had no indication or warning of what was to come. Gerald lifted the tawse, resting it on his shoulder, the tails falling down his back; he took a quiet breath, held it and then brought the strap down hard across Sarah’s arse. A loud leather to flesh slap sounded throughout the room and Sarah jumped in pain and called out “JESUS”. Gerald immediately said, “I don’t allow blasphemy either.” Sarah knew better that to move her hands so she struggled to maintain her position while groaning miserably waiting for the promised second stroke. When it arrived it was just as bad as the first and Sarah’s knees buckled and she gave out a stifled cry of agony.
“Stand up and sort yourself out.” Gerald ordered, putting the tawse on the chair seat in front of her face. Sarah did so, she found it difficult easing the waistband of her pants over her stinging buttocks, and she turned to see Gerald holding her coat out to her. She shook her head in disbelief but before she could say a word, Gerald said, “I want you to take all your belongings and go outside and have a cigarette, and a good long think. When,” he paused, “… if, you return, you will strip to just your wedding ring and have eighteen more of those coming, the extra six for your lack of control. And I expect an explanation.” He handed her bag to her, “Or, you can feel free to call a taxi or Kevin and have him pick you up. Your choice.” He then opened the room door for her to leave; Sarah drew up to her full height and walked confidently out of the room. The door closed behind her.

Sarah fumbled in her bag and found her cigarettes; she succeeded in lighting one at the third attempt because she was shaking so much. Ruefully, she rubbed her backside which had stopped stinging and now provided her with a deep heavy ache. She could not remember anything hurting that much but left her with such inconsistent sensations. Talk about ‘love/hate’ she thought to herself. She looked down and discovered she was holding her mobile phone and regarded it as if it had just materialised unbidden from thin air. She lit another cigarette; drew on it hard and then said aloud, “Shit. Oh shit, shit, shit.” and threw it on the ground and savagely pulverised it to shreds with her toe and marched back into the hotel.
Sarah tapped on the door of 216. It opened almost immediately and she walked straight in.
At first, she thought that Gerald had decided she wasn’t coming back because he was dressed in a pair of fresh, black cotton boxers as if for bed but, the tawse was exactly where he had left it, the restraints were still on the bed too.
“You’re right,” Sarah said, “it was unladylike, but you let me say cu…, “she paused, “the ‘C’ word and I had no warning that you don’t like swearing but I think I understand. “she looked down at the floor, “The ‘C’ word is descriptive of a part of female anatomy, and having me use it is part of your control process. The ‘F’ word I could maintain was used in much the same context, but I won’t argue. Swearing shows a lack of vocabulary … I understand that,” she paused, “and I accept your punishment.”
Gerald nodded and indicated the chair. Sarah nodded in understanding and put her bag on the writing desk and took of her coat. She hung it up in the wardrobe area and then removed her dress and hung that up too. She slipped off her shoes then sat on the bed and took off the stockings, her bra and finally, her pants and collected them together and placed them on a small shelf in the clothes hanging area. Without looking at Gerald, she crossed to the chair and picked up the tawse, turned and held it out to him and waited until he took it. She turned towards the chair again, placed her feet about twenty inches apart, flicked her hair behind her ear and lent forward with her hands gripping the edges of the seat pad. She took a deep breath and said softly. “I’m ready Sir.”
“Eighteen. Remember? Now, put your feet further apart,” he watched as she shuffled her feet into position, “Stop. That’s good like that.” Gerald tested the distance between her thighs with his clenched fist then said, “Straighten your legs and keep them straight. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.” said Sarah in a tremulous voice betraying her nervousness, she steadied her breathing and waited. The first of the eighteen smacked across her bare flesh without warning, the seasoned leather making a loud and satisfying slap and Sarah yipped in both pain and surprise. She felt the savage sting meld into a deep setting throb when Gerald struck again and, to her ears, the sound of the contact seemed to fill the room. Again she cut off a cry of distress as it formed and she struggled to maintain position as her suffering mounted. Gerald brought the strap down on her a further three times then said,” That’s six, time for just a little break.” His hand gently rubbed her inflamed buttocks, the feeling was comforting and soothing and the coolness of his hand told her just how warm her assaulted skin was. His hand travelled to between her legs and he tested her wetness with his middle finger before withdrawing his touch from her completely and resuming her punishment. The tawse descended from his shoulder and she emitted a sharp howl of agony at the detonation across her backside, this time causing her to bend both knees involuntarily, quickly composing herself she fought back tears then straightened her legs. As she took the eighth stroke, her left leg bent at the knee then came up off the floor, realising that she could hold back no longer she began to cry softly. At first. Her distress mounted so much that by the twelfth stroke she was sobbing uncontrollably for the second time that evening.
Gerald laid the tawse down and dropped his boxers, he eased his cock between her legs and maneuvered its tip at the moist opening of her vagina, took hold of her hips and pulled her towards him as he thrust his own hips violently forward entering her with his full length. Sarah’s muscles tightened involuntarily to resist the unexpected intrusion and as the realisation cleared in her brain she gasped in pleasure. The opposing sensations of her tightening c*nt and lubricating wetness encouraged Gerald’s thrusts. He pumped savagely into her, his hold on her hips firm and strong and Sarah came. Her orgasm detonated violently, she moaned loudly then called out loudly as the raw pleasure that only ever came from pain enveloped her. She tried to buck back at him but was fully controlled by his hands pulling and pushing her hips. He continued his brutal thrusts, causing her to over balance momentarily and her head bumped on the back of the chair she was still gripping fiercely, he righted her by pulling her hips back towards him. She could feel his cock filling her and then she came again and shouted out a loud “Ohh God!” as almost every nerve in her body felt electrified. Then, without warning he stopped. Gerald simply pulled out of her, picked up the tawse and delivered another painful, stinging blow to her raw backside. The shock was instantaneous. Sarah gasped in shock and surprise then felt both knees bend as she began to deflate. The shock wore off quickly and her brain recognised that she was once again suffering pain. Its reaction to that was to make Sarah howl desolately but her pitiful cries brought no respite, the tawse came down on her quivering hindquarters for the fourteenth time.
Sarah’s knees finally gave way and she sank to the floor, still gripping the sides of the chair, oblivious to her plight, Gerald hauled her up by her hair and commanded she stay in position. “Four more,” he told her, “you will take your full punishment.” Sarah steadied her feet and locked her legs against another failure to remain standing and yelped in anguish and each of the remaining strokes. When that last was delivered, Gerald threw the tawse on the little table and ordered her to lie face up on the bed. She limped painfully towards it and gingerly eased herself onto it, she lay down. “Stretch out your arms,” demanded Gerald; as she did so he produced a leather cuff that had been hidden from sight and closed it round her wrist, deftly fastening the loop and strap buckle arrangement and tightened the restraint to severely restrict her ability to move , he grabbed her ankle, fastened it to a similar cuff and tightened that. Moving round the bed, he restrained her other two limbs in the same practiced fashion then stood back to appreciate the sight of the helpless woman star splayed on the bed. He looked closely at her tear stained face and smiled with satisfaction, nodding his approval. His eyes ran down her body and Sarah felt as if they were burning into her; the feeling of shame filled her with a strange gratification that only came from such humiliation. Gerald crossed the room and rummaged in her bag, placing some of the contents in front of the mirror on the small dressing table. Sarah did not lift her head to watch him; she was lying with her eyes closed, savouring the mixture of feelings coursing through her body and marveling and the heights of pure animal pleasure she could only reach in this way. Opening her eyes she saw him fiddling with her mobile phone, she said nothing, just watched as he first took a photograph of her, not really aware of how she must look, not that she actually cared. The phone flashed and made its pseudo-shutter noise and Gerald pressed a few more selections the carefully placed the phone on the table. “That’s one for Kevin’s album,” he said as he picked up the small leather flogger that she had brought with her and brandished it with a practiced wrist movement, its little leather thongs deftly brushing her thighs causing tiny sharp stings.
The soft, rhythmic touch of the dozen or so miniature leather straps so close to her engorged and glistening vulva was almost too much to bear. Sarah relished in the almost musically cadenced stings, actively willing the little tails to nip at her warm moist lips; Gerald’s wrist skilfully flicked the diminutive whip from side to side without missing a beat. The effect on Sarah was positively hypnotic and it was only the minor variations that would bring the tiny prickles closer to her c*nt that prevented her from slipping into an area of sub-consciousness she knew as ‘sub-space’.
Without warning, Gerald changed the game. His side to side oscillations went through ninety degrees and became a rotating motion that borough the tips of the floggers thongs into grazing contact with her vagina, occasionally, Gerald dipped and flicked his wrist in order to strike her harder, each time bringing a small ‘yipe’ from Sarah.
Gerald slowed the rotation to an eventual stop and placed the flogger across her stomach, his hand caressed her Mons Venus and his middle finger slipped inside her. While still manipulating her, her eased his knees onto the bed and moved towards Sarah’s head, his cock standing stiff at a shallow angle from his body. Grabbing a handful of Sarah’s hair, he pulled her head towards it and she was able to take him in her mouth and close her lips around the shaft with comparative ease. She moved her head to match his slow jutting motion and used her tongue to apply pressure to his member as it moved inside her mouth. She could feel his heat, his hardness, even his pulse with her mouth and tongue as he fucked her face. One single thought formed in her mind ‘God –I want you inside me – NOW!’ but she continued to service his pleasure in the manner he desired and she could only hope that she was pleasing him.
Somewhere in the room, the sound of her mobile phone’s message alert sounded, breaking the spell; Sarah knew that it was Kevin and she knew that he would be worried and excited in equal measures and the message would simply say “I Love You”. She knew how he felt about her and her needs and as the pressure from Gerald’s finger inside her and his thumb on her clitoris teased her towards another peak, she once again blessed him for his understanding before her orgasm blew the though completely from her head.
Gerald slowed his hand, guiding her gently down from her zenith of ecstasy, leading her once again into a post orgasmic stupor; she was vaguely aware of him moving between her open legs and nudging his cock into her c*nt. Sarah lifted her hips as best she could to accommodate him and she looked directly into his open eyes as he slipped inside her and slowly, powerfully began to fuck her.

She lost her track of time and her sense of reality just then; his escalating thrusts into her, the contact of her beaten backside against the bed sheets, the constriction of the restraints preventing her from wrapping her legs round his back as he rammed harder and harder into her all coalesced into a satisfying and spine shuddering orgasm of the type that was only ever possible as a culmination to her being humiliated, frightened and abused. The sound of Gerald’s animal grunts told her that he too had come and that his energy was spent. He collapsed on top of her and lay there, breathing hard, his body covered with a thin sheen of sweat and the smell of their sex filled her nostrils. She closed her eyes and gave a sigh of deep contentment.
Gerald disengaged from her and said, “Hold it inside you.” He quickly released her bonds, picked up her knickers from the small pile of clothes on the shelf and gave them to her and told her to put them on. Sarah obeyed and then relaxed her vaginal muscles, feeling some of Gerald’s semen ooze into the cotton gusset of her pants. Gerald picked up his own mobile and tapped the screen then held the phone up to his head. “Hi, I need a cab at the Traveller’s Inn at Girton,” he waited, listening, and then said, “Yes. Ten minutes will be fine. She’ll be at the main entrance.” He swiped the screen then put the phone down, turned to Sarah and said, “Dress. You have ten minutes.”
Five minutes later, Sarah was standing with her coat on, stockings and toys in her bag and looking slightly awkward. “Thank you Gerald,” she said simply then kissed him lightly on the cheek then turned and left. She took her mobile out and read Kevin’s message, she was right about what it had said, reaching the hotel entrance she saw the cab draw up and she hurried out and got in the back, she gave her address and as the cab pulled away she tapped the reply button on the message screen and sent simply,

“I'm coming home darling.”