Sara and SirP - Part 3

“There is more to your outfit yet.” He said. “Hold out your arms in front of you”. SirP took one of the leather restraints from the table and gently, but firmly, secured it around her wrist kissing her hand as he did so. He secured the other wrist and then, kneeling before her, secured her ankles in the same way. Then SirP used the wrist restraints to fasten Sara’s wrists together behind her back and gently but firmly pushed her to her knees.

Sara watched with feelings of anticipation and trepidation, the butt plug still heavy in her ass and the clamps on her nipples giving a constant warm glow, as SirP busied himself preparing the next stage of the afternoon. SirP rummaged in his holdall and brought out a leather riding crop. He showed it to Sara and swished it through the air on to the palm of his hand. He stroked her cheek with it and said “you are going to taste this soon baby girl” he took hold of the chain linking the clamps on Sara’s nipples and tugged gently, sending another rush of adrenalin through her body. “Are you thirsty?” SirP asked. Sara nodded, her mouth was dry with anticipation after the glass of wine she had drunk at lunchtime. SirP took a glass of water from the table and, grabbing a handful of her hair pulled her head back. Sara was a little shocked to see the globule of spittle coming from SirP’s mouth into hers, but she greedily swallowed it down. He smiled at her. “Still thirsty little slut?” he said, pouring some water into a shallow dish and placing it on the floor in front of Sara. “Drink it like my bitch!” Sara felt her humiliation must be complete, she was naked kneeling on the floor wearing his collar and drinking like a dog. Her tits swung below her with the chain on her nipples touching the floor. To get to the bowl on the floor she had to lift her ass high in the air and balance precariously with her hands tied behind her back. The butt plug stretching her ass and her open pussy were clearly on view. SirP laughed at her predicament as she lapped at the refreshing water, but then he gently lifted her head and raised the glass of water to her lips. “Better?” he asked, “ready for more?” Sara smiled and nodded her head, wondering what more would be asked of her. SirP helped Sara to her feet and kissed her deeply. “You are wonderful Sara. I’m enjoying you and I’m going to use you some more now…..are you ready for that?” Sara found herself nodding “Yes, use me and abuse me as you wish SirP”.
SirP guided Sara to the bed and pushed her down on to it. He placed her on her back and lifted her knees so that her feet were flat on the bed level with her hips but spread wide. Then he took her arms and fastened the right wrist restraint to her right ankle and her left to her left. Then he stuffed a pillow under her hips raising her still plugged ass and damp pussy to his view. Sara had never felt so vulnerable, exposed and helpless. Sara watched as SirP took off his shirt and trousers, revealing his hard erection under his boxer shorts. He held the crop in his hand as he took in the scene, desire burning in his eyes. He gently lifted Sara’s chin with the crop. “You are beautiful and you are mine”. With that he began to use the crop on Sara’s body, sometimes light touches, sometimes a little harder, the occasional hard smack. He varied the pace and he roamed across her body. She didn’t know what was coming next or where and her mind was in turmoil as the sensations on her skin and in her mind grew and grew. SirP took his time, he was measured and controlled, working Sara carefully and enjoying seeing her body react to his attentions. A mist of tears grew in Sara’s eyes, some from the pain but mostly from the extreme emotions she was feeling. SirP he gently wiped the moisture from her cheeks and kissed her. “You are doing well, Princess” he said.
SirP opened Sara’s thighs wide. Her wet pussy was gaping to his view as he moved closer and began circling and gently licking her clitoris with his tongue, his beard tickling her ass. Sara began to moan and buck as her orgasm grew, but SirP took his time – he was in control, not her. He lifted his head to watch Sara’s reaction as he started to finger fuck her pussy. At the same time he began to manipulate the plug that was still firmly lodged in her ass. The sensations, combined with the warm glow from her beating, were unbelievable. Just when she thought she had reached the point of no return, SirP stopped. Licking her juices from his fingers he said “you are such a whore, do you want me to let you cum, slut?”. “Yes, please let me cum SirP – I will do anything for you if you let me cum” Sara begged. “You will do what I want anyway!” laughed SirP.
His response was to start teasing her pussy with the riding crop. He used it to stroke her pussy, he lightly tapped her labia and clitoris. Then he gave her an unexpected sharper blow on the delicate place between her pussy and her ass. At the same time he started again manipulating the plug in her ass. Sara’s mind and body were spinning and knew she would cum any moment from having her pussy whipped and her ass played with. SirP pulled the plug from her ass, and this was enough to send Sara over the edge, and she cried out as her orgasm flooded through her body.
SirP quickly undid Sara’s bindings and helped her up from the bed. “My turn now” he said pushing her to her knees and dropping his boxer shorts. Sara obediently took his erect member in her mouth and greedily began sucking. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth” said SirP as he took her hair in his hands and began thrusting deep into her. Sara’s eyes watered and she fought back the gag reflex as she felt him hit the back of her throat. He thrusts grew harder and deeper and soon she felt his seed erupt in her mouth. “Swallow it all, my beautiful cumslut” he said.
As their passions calmed SirP lifted Sara to her feet and held her in his arms. “Thank you SirP” she murmured “No thank you Sara” he replied. The walked hand in hand to the shower where SirP gently soaped and washed Sara’s body before applying cream to her marks. He wrapped her in the hotel’s fluffy dressing gown and held her as she tried to process what had just happened to her and how she felt about this man.

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