The Master BDSM 4.8/5 (24)

It was hard to put into words that feeling she felt as the black leather cuffs were being fastened around her wrists. A tingle ran down her spine as that process of being restrained began.

She glanced down at their four-poster bed in front of her and saw the array of things lying there. A long thick black leather strap; a black handled flogger; a brown leather paddle; a black leather collar; an assortment of nipple clamps, chains and butt plugs; a silver spreader with attachments for the ankles and the black silk blindfold. There was also something new there this time – a red riding crop with a leather flap at the end of it.

James, her husband of five years, said nothing as he went about his routine. It had been over a month since they had last played out this fantasy and she was a little surprised when he came home that afternoon and told her what they would be doing that night. It was not the short notice but the fact that last time she had upset him and hurt his feelings. Samantha wanted more than he could give her. James was not really into BDSM and he only took part because it was her fantasy and he wanted to please her. He could not be as forceful and dominant as she would have liked and he certainly could not dish out pain the way she wanted it. Last time she had voiced her frustration and she had regretted it. James was a kind, gentle man and a caring husband. She loved him very much and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

As he attached the metal spreader bar to her ankles she wondered why he had left her short black camisole top and black silk thong on. He usually had her dressed in just stockings and suspenders but tonight she had these other things on as well. But she never asked him why and anyway silence was the order of the day when he was restraining her.

Once the bar was in place he attached the rope from the pulley to the rings in her cuffs and then pulled on the end until her hands were fully raised in the air, before securing the other end to a ring on the wall. Next came the collar and then the blindfold. Secured and blindfolded she felt a surge of wetness between her thighs as a shiver of excitement ran through her.

“How do you feel?” he asked her as he flicked her long dark hair back over her shoulders.

“Wonderful!” she told him.

“Look, I’ve been thinking over what you said last time,” he started to say.

“Darling please forget it I…I didn’t mean it,” she cut in.

“No Sam,” he said sharply. “I know you need more than I can give you and…….and…..I have decided to get someone in to do it properly.”

“JAMES!” she exclaimed.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “He is very experienced at this sort of thing and he has assured me that he knows how far to go. And he has also assured me that he won’t touch you in anyway…apart from the S&M stuff.”

“James….you’re joking…please tell me you are joking!”

“I’m serious Sam….this is no joke!”

“Oh my God! James no!”

His hand slipped inside her thong and his gentle fingers penetrated her wetness. “Come on Sam relax, it’s just a bit of fun and I know deep down inside it is what you want.”

“But he is going to see me like this! Do I know him?”

“He is fairly local but I doubt if you know him. I certainly don’t!”

“James I don’t think we should do this,” she told him.

He withdrew his wet fingers and held them against her lips. She could taste and smell her own excitement. “I don’t think you really mean that and anyway you have no choice…..after all I am the boss!”

She felt another surge of wetness with the excitement but it quickly turned into nervous panic when the doorbell rang.

“That’s him,” he said softly in her ear. “I have given him two hours with you.”

“Will…..will….you be here with him?” She asked him.

“No. He insists on being alone with you so I will be going to the pub for a couple of pints.”

“James please stay!” she called out as the bedroom door closed.

“James!” she cried again, but it was in vain. He was gone.

She hung there in silence straining her ears to pick up any sounds for a few minutes and then suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and close. In her darkness all she could hear was the sound of breathing for a few moments and then she heard the sounds of zippers. Whoever it was was undressing. Suddenly she felt a presence next to her. “Who is it?” she called out.

There was just silence as she felt a finger trace its way down her back, over the waistband of her thong and down the crease of her bottom.

“Who are you?”

“Who are you Master!” came a voice she did not recognise.

“W…W….W….What do you want?”

Suddenly she felt a stinging pain across her bottom and she cried out.

“It is, What do you want Master?” he said sternly.

Her bottom stung. He had hit her with the crop. “What do you want Master?” she said.

She felt his hot breath against her cheek and she could smell his aftershave. “That’s better Slut, but I think you know what I want don’t you?”

“Yes,” she responded.

Suddenly she felt another stinging pain across her bottom again.

“When are you going to learn?” he told her.

“Sorry Master. I am sorry Master,” she said as the pain began to bite.

“Now what am I here for Slut?” he asked.

“You are here to punish me Master.”

He tapped her lightly on the bottom. “I am here because that wimp of a husband of yours cannot handle you,” he told her. “I am going to show you how a real Master dispenses pain and humiliation!”

She felt a shiver of both excitement and nervousness run through her.

“You used to live at number 32 Marsden Lane didn’t you?”

“Y….you…..you know me!” she replied in horror.

1 Comment

  • Jon m

    Reply Reply November 24, 2019

    Love the stories . Had Melinda ready years ago but I don’t think she will now. She knows I still want it bad

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