Kay, Part Two

James told me to wear my long brown trench coat over my black lace bra. I was restricted from panties, according to him.
He also said that he’d be at my apartment in an hour. He said to leave a key in an envelope taped to the door. I was to be sitting in my living room on my couch doing nothing when he got there.
Needless to say, I was still kind of shocked about all this. Sure, I liked James..but he was being serious…If I didn’t follow his orders, he said that I’d get something I wouldn’t like.

I dried my hair and snapped on my bra. I threw my toys into the drawer I got them from and put on my trench coat. I kept looking at myself, wondering what he has in store for me. I took a deep breath and went to my living room and sat down facing the blank television.
The phone rang again. It was James.
“Tsk tsk, I thought I told you not to be doing anything. Oh well, I’m going to let this slide seeing as it was me calling afterall.
I’m going to be early. In fact, I hope you’re ready in about two minutes..I’m walking to the elevator now.” He hung up.
I stared at the phone in disbelief and placed it back on it’s charger. I went back to staring at the television just as I heard the door un-locking. My heart raced as I saw James’s reflection in the television. I noticed he caried a briefcase in one hand. He never carries a briefcase….
“Kay. I want you to close your eyes.” I did as I was told. I hear the clicking of the briefcase opening. The next thing I know is I have a piece of silk over my eyes, keeping me from seeing anything.
There was more rustling in the briefcase. “Kay, lay back on your couch…Raise your legs in the air and hold them up with your arms.” I did as ordered. “Kay, I want you to know that I am going to waste no time in telling you what I am going to expect of you.
You are now my slave. I control you. Your body, your thoughts, your everything. Do you understand that?”
I nodded slowly. The next thing I know is feeling something smack my poor exposed pussy. I grimaced and moaned. It hurt so bad..but so good.
“You, slave, will address me as Master from now on. You, however, have many names. Slave, of course, bitch, slut, whore…you will know when I am talking to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Gooood..What I am about to do to you is going to prove your submission to me. You will not make a noise. You will submit yourself completely to me. If I have to ask you to obey any of these rules, you will get your pussy smacked again. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.” I was so afraid of him at that moment, yet I trusted him completely.

I heard a small click, like the opening of a top, and then felt his hand spreading one of my ass cheeks away from the other. A cold substance was squirted on my tight hole. I cleaned myself up since my earlier time with my toys, so I was already tighter than ever.
He spread the lube around my hole with one finger and then shoved it in to the knuckle. I grunted and the sting came back to my pussy with another smack.
He worked his big finger in and out, lubing me really well. He pulled out and thrust in three fingers to my surprise. I screamed, he smacked and added another finger in his ministrations.
“I told you to obey me. You will pay even more later.”
I took deep breaths each time he moved his fingers almost all the way out then roughly shoved them back in. Finally he stopped and let me relax my arms and legs. I lay on the couch on my back, still blinded, and my asshole contracting closed.
“Resume your position, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” I lifted my knees to my chest and held them there, wating patiently. My ass was tight again…not nearly as it was, but still rather ti.. “HOLY SHIT!” I screamed out as I felt a large dildo invade my backside. This was longer and thicker than mine. My bowells were full with this imitation cock. I squirmed and moaned and begged him to take it out. He just laughed.
He tapped gently on the end of the dildo, making it move just enough to make me moan in ecstacy.
“You will pay for your loud vulgarity. You will also pay for challenging my authority.” He spoke calmly, but sternly.
“Right now, we are going for a ride. Stand up, bitch. You are going to walk to my car.” It took me a couple of tries, but I stood up and he removed the blindfold. I lowered my head and walked painfully to my door. I opened it and waited for my new Master. He walked to me and said, “Go on, slave. You know where I usually park.”
I took one slow step at a time, the massive cock in my ass moving with each small baby step. I tried not to walk funny, but I think I did.
I pressed the button for the elevator. We went down and walked to his car. He opened the door for me, buckled me in, and closed the door back. He got in the car and started it. He lifted up the trench coat I was wearing and slid a finger along my pussy, testing how wet I was.
“Calm down, pet,” He laughed. “There’s a lot of fun for us during the weekend.” He found my clit as he started to enter the highway. He rubbed and pressed hard, making me coo at him. “I will have to gag you when we get to where we are going.” He stopped and focused on driving.
I knew the route we were going. We were on the way to his house. He has a small house…two bedrooms, one bath, a decent kitchen, and a basement…that I’ve never seen.

We parked and went in to his house. He led me straight to the basement door and opened it. He took my hand and guided me down the steps.
It was somewhat dark, but there was enough light to see the stairs.
When we finall reached the bottom, I looked around.
He had painted this room black. Layed down under strange furniture were red carpets, separating the pieces from the cold, concrete floor.
I gasped at the sight of a rack on the wall. It held many whips and paddles. There was a toolbox in one corner. I could only guess what was in there.
The only thing that was normal was a king size bed at one end of the room next to a gynecological examination chair. He led me over there and told me to strip, including my bra. I did as I was told and stood with my head lowered.
I heard him acros the room rustling through his tool box and getting something off the rack on the wall.
He came back with a large, black, leather bag containing god only knows what.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the headboard. Make it quick, or pay.”
“Yes, Master.” I kneeled on the bed and he started tying my limbs to the apropriot areas. He fastened cuffs around my ankles and wrists and tied them to the head and footboard. Around my thighs, just above my knees, he attatched some velcro straps. He brought a three foot long bar behind me and locked it into place on the velcro straps which aparently had some kind of aparratus on it to keep it there.
I was completely exposed. My ass fileed to the brim with the massive dildo and my pussy dripping juices everywhere.

“You were a good slut in the beginning, slave. I appreciate you taking my first ministrations with ease. Yet, when I got to what I intended, you were vulgar. And loud. Imagine what your neighbors thought.”
I couldn’t see him, as he was behind me. But I knew from his voice he was to my right. “But..but..I didn…” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each smack resonated on the walls as the wooden paddle came down hard on my ass, driving me wild by it moving the dildo in my ass, and making me want to scream from the pain. The tears came freely.
“Shut up whore! I did not say you could speak!” SMACK! SMACK! I cried out each time a blow was brought to my ass with no warning. Each time I made a noise, he’d demand I be quiet and smack harder.
He stopped and continued what he was saying, my sobbing unimportant to him.
“You were to take what ever I give. You are to love it if I say so and you are to hate it if I say so. I will not hear another word from you tonight. If I do, I will lose my temp
er. And you will not like that.” He snapped a ball gag around my head, making me stop crying so hard.

“You have disappointed me. I don’t like to be disappointed. And you will pay.”

He walked away and went upstairs. My ass on fire from the severe paddling and my pussy as wet as ever, I sank down inside. How could I have disappointed him? I kept apologizing to him in my head.

He was gone for a while…but when he was back, I heard the louch crack of leather behind me. I cried on the inside. I didn’t want to have that touch me…

To be continued…