Date: 1/1/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cruelty, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Non-consensual sex, Older, BDSM, Spanking, Violence, Author: PJ Wolfwalker, Source: sexstories.com
In a darkened room, lit mainly by candles, she awaited Him, nervous, excited. That He'd thoughtfully wrapped her wrists & ankles with soft cotton batting before He locked those restraints on her, spread-eagled on the St Andrew's cross, the one He'd made especially for her when she came to Him to be trained, learn, and as she hoped inside, to stay forever. Meanwhile, as she was pinioned there like a butterfly on a display board, He was somewhere in the house. No neighbours nearby, and in the winter chill with the storm windows in place, and mounds of heavy snow all around, she’d have had to explode like dynamite to possibly be heard at all by anyone outside the house but Master and His dogs. All she could see was the part of the room itself in front of the big solid X she was restrained to. Master was not a happy man this evening - she'd been much later than usual in the stormy weather. Then she’d taken a different way from work. So He was worried and more than a bit peeved since He'd dressed, and gone out in the storm Himself in His own vehicle. He’d gone over her usual route to make sure she wasn't stuck or broken down. He’d made supper, it sat keeping warm in the big oil range in the kitchen. He'd hugged her when He arrived minutes after her, more worried for not having found her, and more than slightly peeved since she'd forgotten to turn her cellphone on. He allowed her to eat with Him, then took her hand, led her via the washroom to the bedroom, ordered her to strip and ...