The Visit

March 5, 2020

(A little story I wrote a good few years back, just found it in the archives! Hope you enjoy.)

Tracy knocked on the door with an anxious feel about her, she knew she was safe as she had known the Master for years. But still a nagging doubt about the night ahead that loomed over her.

It didn't take long for the door to open, and after a brief catch up and hug they were heading to the bedroom. The Master slipped a small collar around her neck, informing here that once it was on she was nothing but a slave for his pleasure. Of course it was all roll play, but none the less the words sunk deep within her.

Next on was the blindfold, and an order to strip. Once naked he pulled her arms behind her, securing each wrist to the opposite elbow. It wasn't a strenuous tie, she could stay comfortable but *** for hours this way. However the rope continued to flow, the Master creating a snug body harness of purple rope.

The rope lay across her chest, above and below her breasts, a knot between them just enough to apply a little pressure and make her feel as though her breasts were ballooning just a little. All the while the constriction got a little tighter but stayed remarkably comfortable.

For a moment his hands leave her, she stands waiting, not knowing where he is, she wants to say something but knows that to speak without permission means punishment. So she waits in silence. A finger suddenly traces round her nipple, at first she gasps at the sudden touch, but soon a gentle moan escapes her lips. Her nipple grows more erect from the attention, the the pleasure is suddenly interrupted as he closes a peg over the erect nipple. She lets out a little yelp as a sharp *** shoots through her nipple, but no sooner than it is there its gone, just a numbing throb remaining and the feel of the constant pressure.

Another touch, this time the other nipple, she now knows what to expect as he arouses the nipple to become erect. The finger stops and she braces herself for the sudden bite of the peg, holding her breath in anticipation. But it doesn't come, she relaxes slightly and breaths out, just then it bites, he was waiting for just that moment, another yelp followed by the Masters chuckle.

She now stands naked, *** and blind. Her nipples gently throbbing. He asks her a question.

"Pick a colour"

"Purple" she replies.

He is safe to go on, if she had said Red, it would be all over, Red meaning stop, I've had enough. Purple, her favourite colour means carry on.

Once again she is left to stand, it seems like minutes, trying to anticipate his next move, but its quiet, she can't tell what he's doing. Then without warning a ruler lands squarely on her backside. It's not hard, but makes a loud snap as it lands. Again she yelps, but it's not the *** but the sudden shock. A brief pause then another smack, this time on the other cheek. This continues for a short while, every now and then a firm hand runs over her spanked bottom, almost soothing to the touch.

After some 20 strokes of the ruler he approaches her from behind. One arm reaches around her and gently pulls her in to his chest. The other hand also comes around but reaches down to feel her now moist pussy. He gently runs his finger between her labia and teases her slowly engorging clitoris.

Her heads rolls back onto his shoulder as she takes in the pleasure. All of her senses are heightened including her moist pussy. She feels his hardness through his trousers nudging her rosy cheeks from the spanking. She moans gently, all her inhibitions slowly melting away. Then as quickly as it started it stops, his hands withdraw and she is once again standing isolated.

'Smack' the ruler starts another round, another 20 smacks, her cheeks grow more red, the soothing hand is forever there. After the twentieth stroke she is pulled into him again, her pussy almost thrusting out to meet his hand. He teases her again, a little longer this time. But as before he stops and withdraws.

'Smack' another round starts, she is almost willing them by now, for she knows that after twenty strokes the pleasure will return. Her cheeks are warming up nicely now, the heat building and slowly transferring over her body, she is becoming more and more flushed as each stroke lands.

Finally the twentieth stroke and the all familiar arms pull her back in. She instinctively arches her back as her head rests on his shoulder once again. Her pussy now pushing out to reach his probing fingers. This time it's more intense, her pussy is much wetter and she moans louder. His other hand reaches up and flicks one of the pegs, a sharp *** flies through her nipple, but mixed in with the pleasure down below she hardly tells the difference between the feelings, another flick of the peg, this one draws a louder moan of pleasure. For the first time in her life she realises that the *** is causing her to want more.

Confused about the mixed feelings of *** and pleasure she slowly begins to lose herself in the moment. Her arousal is building and she is getting closer and closer to orgasm. Then as before it all stops. He withdraws and the ruler returns, a little harder this time, she can sense the smacks hurting a little more this time, or is it just her cheeks becoming more red and sensitive to the ruler.

Either way she doesn't care anymore, she wills them to impact her faster so she can return to the embrace of her Master and his pleasuring hand. The twentieth stroke lands, the familiar pull, her back arches and her pussy is eager to receive those dancing fingers. The pleasure returns and her juices are flowing. Is it her imagination or is his hand more intense this time, her pleasure levels are rising rapidly the flick of his finger on the pegs now make her gasp with pleasure not *** and she wants him to do it again.

Her mind tries to comprehend why but the thought is quickly pushed aside as all of her attention is now focused on the building orgasm that is approaching. Any second now she thinks and she will explode but it stops, the hands leave her and she is left panting and deeply aroused. A little moan of disappointment escapes her lips, but subconsciously she is pushing her backside out in anticipation of the ruler. She is not disappointed.

Round four, or is it five, she can't remember now but the first smack sends a shiver of excitement through her. She can't explain it, it's not a rational feeling, but she knows where it leads and that's all that matters. Before she knows it her cheeks are pushing out to reach each smack as it lands, she has completely lost count and when her backside pushes out once more its meet with his hardness, still through his trousers. Her head rolls back again and her mind is willing his fingers to find her once again.

Her pussy is now highly sensitive, as soon as he touches her she moans loudly, he goes to work teasing her ever closer. The pressure builds, surely she'll make it this time. She feels it rising like a wave ready to come crashing down. She's almost there, he stops but his fingers don't move...

"Pick a colour" he says softly into her ear almost nibbling it at the same time.

"Purple, purple oh fuck it's PURPLE"! she screams.

His fingers plunge into her, and this time their not stopping, the wave rushes through her body her mouth opens wide as the orgasm breaches, at the same time he whips off the pegs, the *** rushes back into her engorged nipples, it hurts but nothing will stop the orgasm, the *** just urges it onward. Her eyes roll back, her face contorts and her pussy explodes into a moment of pure bliss. Her legs go weak but the Master has her, he won't allow her to fall. His fingers carry on the *** to her pussy, she has never come so hard in her life, the fluid is literally running out and down her thighs. But she is oblivious to any of it, she is in heaven.

Eventually it stops and he guides her to the bed and gently lays her down. He lays on the bed next to her, gently stroking her hair as she slowly regains her senses. She looks up at him, he's grinning like the Chesire cat. Her eyes are still glazed her body tender to the touch of her Masters hand as he gently caresses her bound breast.

"You did well slave" he says softly as he continues to fondle her. "But the night is young, we have a long way to go yet"!............