Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81

"Don't worry babe. I already called Henrietta's and talked to Mary Ann. She knew you were tied up today. I'll take you in tomorrow. I just might be pulling you with this when we go," I said as I grabbed the leash hanging from her collar, yanking on it.

"I wasn't talking about...WAIT! You're going to take me there on a LEASH!"

"Maybe. We'll have to see if you're a good girl by then of if you're still the dirty slut you are right now. How are you feeling right now?"

She flashed a naughty grin. "I'm not done being slutty, if that's what you're asking."

"Well, we'll just have to see if you're still feeling slutty in the morning."

She was thinking, trying to decide. I could tell the idea of it appealed to her, but she was nervous. "Neil, I kind of had something planned for us tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Annabelle. You'll be back to being Anna by the time we go to Carol's tomorrow."

"You...you know about going to Carol's?"

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know lots of things. You're not the only one full of surprises. And now I may have to take you there on a leash too."

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The truth was I had no intentions of carrying out that vague threat, if it even was a threat. I liked the idea of continuing our latest fantasy role into Friday, but I wasn't really serious about marching Ann around town on a leash. I'd only said those things to get into her head a little further in the roles we were playing. I wanted her to think I'd do it. Of course it did pop into my devious mind, so I suppose it was possible that I could always change my it and actually carry out one or the other of them...or both if I was in that kind of mood.

But I really didn't want her to be my 'love slave' at Carol's. I wanted her to be free, able to do what she wanted, when she wanted. Restricting her by being 'in charge' on a night where she obviously had some idea of how she wanted things to go would be taking a chance of ruining our evening. I wanted no part of being the one to cause that.

Still, I loved the reaction I got when I'd told her I might do just that. And I knew for sure that she loved the idea of being Annabelle a little longer. There was something nice about not having to end it so abruptly and as I'd told her, I was far from being done.

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"I can't believe you're doing this," Ann said with a sexy smirk on her face.

I was tying the rope attached to her left ankle to the bar at the base of the luggage cart she was standing on. Well, standing in a way. Her left foot was up against the bar on that side of the cart, while her right ankle pinned against the bar on the other side. That spread her feet the width of the cart, obviously exposing her. It also lowered her body, her head just underneath the bar across the top normally used to for hanging bags. I had tied her wrists to the outside of that bar, spreading them out wide there too. She was standing in her bare feet, her bare body looking like a big 'X'.

When I'd finished with her on the table, I picked her up, carrying her over to the bed, where I removed the binds from her legs. But not before I sat her down on her knees and shins, making her hold her body up with her hands. She leaned forward, thinking I was going to whip her ass...and that was a fine thought. But instead, I pulled the plug from her ass, placing it in front of her on the mattress.

"Clean it," I ordered as I lifted the mask from over her eyes.

"What?" she replied, unsure she heard me correctly.

"Clean the butt plug. It's got my cum on it."

"How?"

I arched my eyebrow as I looked at her. "How do you think? Your mouth...and hurry. It's going right back into that ass and I don't want it closing up."

Her ass was still gaping open from having the big black rubber plug jammed inside it most of the day. And that was after I'd fucked her ass. She leaned forward; licking the tip like it was a prick, cooing as she went along. I grabbed the camera again and took a couple of shots before I pulled the cart into the room and looked at it, trying to get an idea of what I wanted to do.

After she'd licked at the butt plug for about five minutes, I grabbed it and stuffed it back where it came from, making her groan. That's when I flipped her over to untie her legs, letting her stretch her lower limbs, which had to be cramping. As she lay there on the mattress, legs spread wide out of habit, I took a couple more photos, concentrating on the rope marks left behind on her skin. With the ropes still tied to her ankles and wrists, she looked both sexy and slutty lying on the mattress, smiling for me. Her eyes sparkled when the camera flashed, showing how much she really loved what we'd done so far.

I had let her rest on the bed for a half-hour, getting feeling back into her legs. But now she was tied to the cart, her leash dangling down from her collar between her tits, which were still clamped. The chain between her nipples was hanging down and I mentally compared it to the gold one she'd worn the night she pretended to be Barbara, the escort. The contrast was so remarkable, and yet either one of them could have gotten me hard just thinking about them. That is, if I wasn't already hard to begin with. And that was a bone of contention with Ann, so to speak.

"Why are you still wearing your pants?" she said as she stared at my crotch once again.

"Because you're obsessed with my cock right now, that's why. That means you're not going to see it until sometime tomorrow," I grinned.

"AAAWWW!" she whined...her lower lip going into pout mode.

I pulled on the chain connecting Ann's tits, pulling her nipples toward me as I moved closer. She grimaced, biting her lip for real as she sucked in her breath.

"If I were you, Annabelle, I'd be worried more about the sexy parts of your own anatomy."

I let go of the chain, grabbing the riding crop off of the bed where I'd left it, I got behind her, staring at the beautiful, shapely ass before me.

She heard the shaft of the whip cutting through the air before the first strike even landed against her right cheek. In fact, she was already moving her body in an attempt to lessen the blow. But the leather patch still hit her flush, the cracking sound bouncing off the walls of the room.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as the felt the pain, knowing another strike was already on the way.

I stopped mid stroke, before the crop touched her skin a second time. "Now that you know what's coming, count them off, down from twelve. I want you to anticipate them, Annabelle. Twelve on each cheek. If you handle this well, we'll move on to something else. Okay?"

"Yes...Master," she replied, using the most reverent name she could think of. She'd gotten used to letting the circumstances of the moment determine what she'd call me. By answering me so quickly, I was sure what came out was conditioned to what had just happened. Calling me Neil wasn't an option, because in her mind, 'Neil' wouldn't whip her ass like that, or at all. Only her 'Master' would.

I smiled when I thought of how when we first started exploring the idea of using pain to find pleasure that magical night in Colorado, we both felt funny about using the word 'Master' as a name for me. Annabelle seemed to fit her perfectly, but we struggled with 'Master', 'Sir' or however else she should refer to me, to the point that we left it at her calling me whatever felt right at the time...in the moment.

But then she showed up at the hotel we were staying at, pretending to be Barbara, the escort. During that night, she became 'Mistress Barbara' when she dressed herself as a dominatrix, having her own way with me. She made me call her 'Mistress', or 'Mistress Barbara' that night and it worked. Now she'd blurted out 'Master' almost as soon as I told her what to do. And it felt right...to both of us, at least for the moment.

"Eleven...ten...nine...eight," she counted off as I started hitting her ass again with the riding crop. "S...seven...six," she continued, her voice started to crack and tremble with each successive strike. "Five...FOUR...THREE...T...TWO...ONE! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

"Careful, Annabelle. I don't want to put the gag back in just yet. I want to hear you count, not scream."

"I...I'm sorry, Master. Please. It hurt so much."

"Are you asking me to stop, Annabelle?"

"N...no. It's just...you're hitting me so hard."

"I hit your pussy harder than that. I know exactly how hard to go, Annabelle. If you want me to stop, say your word and you're done for the night."

"It's just -- "

"Are you saying your word?"

"N...no."

"Then...COUNT!" I said as I flicked my wrist, making the shaft of the whip bend before landing against Ann's other ass cheek."

"TWELVE...FUCK...ELEVEN...TEN..."

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Ann handled my whipping her ass much better than she let on. I'd been honest. I actually had hit her pussy harder a couple of times when I was aiming at her clit. I knew that what I'd done to her rear end was not any more severe than where I'd used the crop on other parts of her sexy body. She was protesting as much for effect as she was for anything else. I knew it hurt. As I looked through the viewfinder to take a few pictures, I could see her ass cheeks had turned an incredible shade of pinkish-red once I'd finished. But I also knew I hadn't done anything she couldn't handle.

I threatened to continue whipping her, telling her that she wasn't doing a good enough job of counting for me, but the truth was I was more focused on what was next. I only hoped I could pull it off. The only way I would know for sure was to get on with it. Pushing the cart towards the door of the room, she went into yet another moment of panic.

"W...what are you doing?" she said as she fought against the ropes.

"You didn't handle that very well, so I'm giving you a timeout."

"A...timeout? What are you...oh...NO!" she said as she realized I was reaching for the doorknob.

I chuckled as I carefully maneuvered the cart through the door, into the hallway. "I told you, I'm giving you a timeout. This room isn't big enough for that."

I left her there to stare down the long hall while I went back into the room. Stopping at the toy chest to get a couple of things, I stuffed them in my pockets. I'd also grabbed a long length of rope, draping it around her neck when I returned so I maneuvered the cart toward the stairwell. It took a couple of minutes, but I soon had her positioned at the top of the stairs against the railing, with her body facing the doorway.

"Neil...what are you doing?"

"It's 'Master' right now, Annabelle. And I told you...I wasn't pleased with the way you acted while I was disciplining that fine little ass. So I have to teach you a lesson on behavior and I think a timeout is the best way to do that."

"What exactly is a...timeout...Master?"

"I'm going get you ready and then you're going to spend a half-hour here by yourself, thinking about whether you really want to be Annabelle or not."

"A HALF-HOUR!"

"Yes, a half-hour. Or do I need to make it longer?"

"What if someone comes up the stairs?"

"No one uses the stairs when they can use the elevator."

"We did."

"Fine...if a horny couple wants some privacy, they MAY use the back stairs. But you and I both know we're that horny couple...so it's very unlikely. But, if someone does, I guess you'll just have to deal with it, won't you?"

"But...."

I put my finger over her lips as I leaned forward. "Ssshhh," I whispered, "We're not debating this Annabelle. We're doing it. So, unless you want to say your word, it's time to move on. Do you want to continue, or not?"

She nodded slowly, the nervousness showing in her deep brown eyes. I slipped my head to the left and kissed her. She moaned, kissing me back passionately, biting at my lower lip as I pulled away.

"God I love you...Master," she said breathlessly.

Her eyes had changed, now displaying the raging fire that was burning insider her. Biting the corner of her own lip again, a naughty smile appeared on her angelic face as I stroked her cheek with my hand.

Grabbing the rope, I left it around her neck, making sure I had equal lengths on both sides. I'd become enamored with the rope marks on her legs. They looked almost artistic. So I decided to add some more to the beautiful canvas that was Ann's naked body. I began winding the rope around her torso, creating a kind of kinky halter for her.

I wound the rope around her tits, constricting them tightly as she moaned out loud. But the smile on her face let me know I hadn't drifted into a territory that was taboo. When I'd finished, her tits were big and turning a delightful shade of purple, reminding me of how my cock looked when she'd put the leather strap around my balls and the cock ring on my shaft. That made me smile, thinking that turnabout was fair play.

"AAHHHHHH!" she screamed as I tightened the little screw adjustments on both of her nipple clamps, making the metal teeth bite deeper into her tender skin. The sound echoed down the stairwell.

Improvising, I took a pair of handcuffs and the smaller purple butt plug that I'd used on Ann the last time she was my love slave. She looked puzzled as I placed one of the open cuffs on the ridge at the base of the plug.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her cute nose wrinkling.

"Making a weight," I answered as I closed the cuff around it tightly, making the metal squeeze into the rubber.

"A...weight?"

I stopped what I was doing for just a second, taking enough time to put the gag back inside her mouth, her full lips wrapping around the red rubber ball. Holding the other open cuff over the silver chain connected to the nipple clamps, I quickly closed it, the distinctive clicking sound sealing her fate as she looked at me in disbelief.

"Yes...a weight," I said, just before letting the metal bracelet slip off my finger. It dropped onto the chain, yanking it down violently, pulling her nipples with it.

"UUNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she growled into the gag, her eyes opening wide at first before snapping shut.

Pulling the blindfold back down, I cupped her wet pussy, letting my middle finger slide between her spread lips.

"I'll be back in a half hour, Annabelle. You be a good little slut while I'm gone and think about whether or not you really want to do this in the future."

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"Good evening, front desk. This is Heather. How can I help you?"

I smiled on the other end of the phone just hearing her bubbly southern accent. "I'm wondering if you can get away for a little while. I could use your help again," I answered.

"Hi Neil. I was kind of hoping you would."

"You were?"

"Yeah. If fact, I changed my perfume so Ann won't know it's me. I figured I needed to smell different than I did this morning. I also put off my dinner break, just in case," she laughed.

"Great...so, can you get away?"

"I'll be upstairs in five minutes!"

"I'll be downstairs in two!"

I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my shirt on the way out the door, putting it on as I walked down the long hallway. My heart was pounding as the elevator seemed to creep along, stopping on the third and second floors to pick up other people on the way to the lobby. But I still made it to the door outside the front desk in a couple of minutes, knocking softly.

Heather opened the door and pulled me inside, giving me a huge hug. "Okay, I'm ready. I've got the desk covered for the next half-hour or so...what's the plan?"

"I was wondering if you'd French my fiancée," I said matter of factly.

"French her? You mean eat her, don't you?"

"Yes...but I want you to do it as a French girl. You said you speak French too...didn't you?"

"Oui, mon etalon," she replied, with a perfect French dialect.

"What's that mean?"

"Yes stallion...which is as close to 'stud' as I can get in French...I'm not fluent in it like I am speaking Spanish," she answered. "What exactly are we doing?"

"You and I are going to be a couple. We're going to walk up the stairs, and as we do, I want you to talk. I want you to tell me how horny you are, and how much you want to fuck me."

"Mmm, that won't be hard. Too bad I'm not going to get to actually do it."

"That doesn't mean you're not going to cum, though. I'll make sure of that."

"And just how do you intend to do that?" Heather said, acting coy.

I reached up under her short skirt with my hands, latching onto the thin elastic strands of her panties, pulling it down her legs. She let out a gasp, but she just looked over her shoulder as I knelt down to help her take them off. Stepped out of the panties for me, I threw them on top of a file cabinet in the corner. She looked at me like I was crazy when I stood back up, but that changed when I reached under her skirt and felt her dripping pussy.

"You won't need those for now. You can put them back on later if you want. Let's go. I've got Ann waiting for us. I'll tell you what I want you to do with her on the way."

"Where do you have her tied up, on the bed?"

"You'll see when we get there. I don't want to spoil it. I want your reaction to be real, just remember to speak French."

"What about you? You don't speak French...do you?"

"No, but I can grunt!"

I further explained what I wanted Heather to do with both Ann and me as we made our way down the hallway. She knew I was going to take care of her, even though I couldn't fuck her. But I had to be vague on some of the details, because I didn't want to spoil the surprise for Heather. And I wanted her to be surprised. Actually, I was hoping she'd be shocked.

When we opened the door to the stairwell on the first floor, Heather started speaking, and giggling. I'd wanted her to pretend she was horny and she went all out. In fact, she wasn't just speaking the part, she was acting it. She grabbed my crotch as we walked up the first flight of stairs, and by the time we reached the second, she stopped and pulled me to her, kissing me frantically. She did that again on the fourth floor and I realized she had to know Ann was at the top. Why else would I have wanted her to speak French on the way up the stairs?

Heather had me pressed up against the wall, kissing my neck as she ran her hands all over my chest. The next thing I knew, she was unbuttoning her blouse and I realized rather quickly that she wasn't wearing a bra. She started rubbing her huge breasts against my body; fondling my cock through my pants, all the while talking in a way that ensured Ann could hear it.

"Viens, vite, mon amour. Je veux que nous sommes dans la chamber donc nous pouvons faire l'amour comme des fous."

It was sexy. I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming just by someone speaking to me in a foreign language...it made the whole thing we were doing more believable.

Finally, she broke away, running up the stairs as she turned to say something to me. I didn't understand a word she said, but the way she was motioning to me, I could tell she was telling me to hurry up and follow her. I did, but she got to the top of the stairs before I did and she let out a huge gasp.

"Oh, Merde!" Heather exclaimed. "Viens ici, tu veux voir ceci!" I had no idea what she said, but was motioning for me to join her.

Heather stared at Ann and her face went from the shock I was hoping for to a look of excitement. She even started giggling.

Moving close to Ann, she touched her stomach with her soft hand, before pulling back. We looked for Ann's reaction, which had been unabated fear when we first made it to the landing. It changed when Heather touched her. She actually moaned at first, before she sighed when Heather pulled back.

Touching Ann a second time, Heather fingers traced a little lower, closer to her landing strip. "Vous êtes si belle. Je veux vous goûter," she whispered.