baroniansmythe:New Experiences ~How did I get here?~ She thought to herself as she hung, arms tied
baroniansmythe: New Experiences ~How did I get here?~ She thought to herself as she hung, arms tied behind her and secured to the four-poster bed within the suite. The suite? His suite. The night had not gone the way she wanted and now, her shoulders burning from the strain, she was really starting to question whether she even wanted to be here. He mentioned something about a safe word. He assured her that all she needed to do was utter that one little word and it would all end. It started out like any other night. No, she was lying to herself about that. It wasn’t like any other night. She had been chatting with him on and off for weeks on-line and she had finally given into his request for a meeting. The restaurant he chose was nice… far nicer than she’d normally patronize. She had sat at the table, waiting. She stared down at the brand… that’s what she called it, the brand on her left ring finger that marked her as married even if the ring was in her purse… which it was. She shook her head and chuckled. She felt silly. She was almost forty years old. She had a child and she was married. What the hell was she doing there… dressed like that, a dress that was too revealing, a thong beneath… she never wore thongs. She started to get up but that’s when she saw him. He looked nothing like the pictures. Tall, yes, broad shouldered, yes, and those piercing blue eyes. The neatly trimmed beard and mustache was new, as was the suit. Her heart seemed to flutter a bit as he adjusted his cuff. Wait, were those cuff links? Actual ones? Oh, this was not the sort of man she was used to. ~Maybe~ she thought, ~I can give this a chance~. Famous last words. Dinner was wonderful. They talked. As she learned on-line, he was a government employee working for one of those alphabet soup places that only seem to exist in the movies. That seemed exciting to her and the way he spoke of it with such passion… but he always turned it back to her, learning about her. She couldn’t tell him the truth. Couldn’t tell him that she was a house-wife with a side job of soccer mom. That wasn’t exciting… not to her. So, she made something up. “I’m an attorney.” She said confidently. “I work in the District Attorney’s office.” She could pull that off. She’d seen all those cop shows and lawyer shows. She could fudge the lingo. They took their time and before she knew it, an hour turned to two. The wine flowed, the stories flowed and then he paid the bill. He stood and held his hand out to her. “Come with me, Pet. I promise that you won’t regret it.” His voice was calm, deep and soothing and at the same time, it reached down inside her and stroked everything that was female. It was never like this with her husband. When they went out, it was rote. They would eat at the local place, there would be small talk… work, kids, bills, tv. There was no dreaming, no fantasy. But this… with him… this was the height of fantasy for her. Her husband worked too much for that. She took her kids to her sister’s house for the night. No one would expect to see her until tomorrow afternoon. ‘A girls’ night’ she told everyone. Her heart was in her throat as she looked at his hand. Trembling and blushing she took it. She still didn’t know how far this would go. That was two hours ago and now, she found herself bound to a bed. How did that even happen? They got to the room he rented… and what a room. This certainly wasn’t the type of place she and her husband would stay. He kissed her and it nearly floored her. When was the last time she’d been kissed like that? His hands were all over her and hitting all the right places. Before she knew what was going on, his hand fisted in her hair and urged her down to her knees before him. His free hand freed his cock from the trousers and it sprang forward, long and thick. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, unsure. “I know you’ve done this before… I want to feel your mouth, Pet. Now.” His command sent ripples of pleasure through her. Her husband never ordered her. Maybe that’s why she was here now. She did as she was bid and slowly took him in her mouth. She found the excitement of his fist in her hair and his commanding tone made her all the more eager for it. After he came, without warning, down her throat her head was spinning. Was this all real? She kept asking herself that. It was during that fugue that he bound her. He whispered darkly in her ear about safe words. After giving her time to consider what might happen to her she heard him behind her. The first smack of the flogger caught her by surprise. Did he just spank her? It struck again and she yelped. The third strike and she started to pull against the restraints. “Stop… don’t hit me” she barked at him. Again he struck. He had been clear with her, he would stop if she used the safe word. He struck again and she realized something… she felt a tingle between her legs and even felt moisture bead and run down her leg. Did she like this? Again he struck, harder this time and her gasps turned to moans. “I think my little Pet has discovered something she likes. Haven’t you?” He said with a low commanding tone. “Yes.” She replied simply. His strike was easily twice as hard. “Yes what, Pet?” He struck again and she gasped as the line between pain and pleasure was found. “Yes sir,” she cried out, not even realizing what she said. She felt his hand then, rub her stinging bottom. “Good girl,” he said and she felt that rush of arousal. When his hand slipped between her legs and felt her dripping folds she heard a very pleased, very aroused groan from him. “Very good girl.” The session with the flogger, then the crop, then his hand lasted for close to two hours. When he was done, she was hovering on the verge of bliss. He cut the ropes and pushed her face down onto the bed, ass still high in the air. His mouth devoured her sweetly dripping sex, his fingers working her clit as he sent her crashing over the edge into orgasm. All thought of stopping this, or feeling silly left her mind. All thoughts of home, children, bills, television… all gone in a haze of bliss. “Now, Pet, it’s time for my pleasure.” His words were darkly promising. With a solid thrust he was buried to the hilt inside her drenched and still quivering sex. His long thick cock slowly worked in a pistoning motion inside her. Strong hands gripped her hips, using her body now for his pleasure. Already so fully aroused, she climaxed again. Deep in her mind, the question stirred, has it ever been like this? He took her, hard and ever faster until he forced himself fully inside and exploded. She felt wave after wave of his cum shoot inside her and with every pumping convulsion she felt more of it. When he pulled free, she felt a sudden physical emptiness, but her heart swelled more fully than ever. He cut the ropes from her hands and freed her arms before he collapsed on the bed beside her. “Oh my god. You’re incredible, Pet. We need to meet here again next week and do this again. Think your husband will let you out again?” His voice sounded well pleased and relaxed. She laughed and pulled herself up on his chest, her fingers running through his chest hair. “Shut up, you goof.” She said playfully. “We can’t afford this place every week. Now… I’m going to go clean up since apparently you saved that load up for a year to fire off like that. You, call my sister, check on the kids. Tell her we’ll be home around five.” She kissed him tenderly. “I’m glad we could get away and do this… and yes, I like the spanking. We’ll have to do that at home too.” She rolled off the bed and went to her purse. She slipped her wedding ring back on then tossed his to him. “After that… I’m welding this ring on your finger. You are all mine.” Her husband laughed and slipped his ring on. “That’s my line, my sexy little Pet.” He watched her as she walked, a bit shakily, into the bathroom. “Mmm. Wife, lover, Pet, Sexual Sub. Life gets no better.” The End. @BaronIanSmythe – 2013 Photo reblogged from simply-black-and-white -- source link