His Birthday

He was out of the car in a flash, walking through the grand entrance to the five star hotel's lobby. The doorman nodded as Sir strode past, while she was struggling to keep up in her heels. He went to the elevator and entered it. She half jogged, half shuffled into it right before the doors closed.

The elevator attendant stared straight at the door, hand on the lever.

"Which floor, sir?"

"Top floor." he replied.

Sir looked over at her as she stood against the wall opposite of the attendant.

"It is my birthday, is that correct?" he asked her calmly.

"Yes, Sir," she answered in a low voice.

"You agreed to do whatever I said, is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You have made two mistakes tonight, is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

'Then you agree that you must be punished?"

"Yes, Sir."

He pulled out a long, black, silk ribbon out of his jacket pocket. Attached to one end of the ribbon was a silver latch. He stepped over to her and latched the ribbon onto the hole in the bottom of the silver medallion on her necklace. He pulled her sharply to him, nose to nose.

"The cord in the necklace is titanium thread. It's almost unbreakable, so don't worry about your precious beads."

He released some slack into the ribbon. Turning to the attendant who was standing completely stiff, eyes welded to the doors, Sir produced a bill, putting it on the attendant's shoulder.

"You didn't see anything."

The attendant nodded, then reached up and grasped the money, pocketing it in one swift movement.

Sir turned back to her. She was stiff against the wall, excited beyond description, her panties soaked through, waiting for him.

He held out his left hand, palm up raised as he gently tugged on the 'leash' with his right.

"Dress," he said quietly.

She hesitated for a second, then slowly slipped the shoulders off. Sliding it down, the cold air hit her already aching nipples, causing her to gasp. Sliding the dress down past her hips, she bent over. As she stepped out of it, her head was three inches away from his groin. He was bulging bigger then before, but she hadn't been told to do anything.

She draped the dress over his outstretched arm, then stood back, hands clasped in front of her.

"Hands at your sides." She lowered her hands and stood there. The elevator was taking forever. Her panties were probably dissolving at this moment, she thought, come on, hurry up.

Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened up. Sir proceeded to walk out into the hall, a stunning, topless woman wearing nothing but a g-string, thigh highs, and heels following on a leash of silk and a collar of pearls. Turning to her, he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

She then walked slowly to the end of her leash up to the elevator attendant, who was still staring straight ahead. She could feel her panties rub against her pussy lips.

She stood directly in front of him and said quietly with a smirk, "Thank you very much for the ride."

She leaned over to him and kissed him on his cheek, right next to his ear. As she did this, the vibrator deep inside of her went off ON FULL POWER! She grabbed at his shoulders, leaned heavily against him, and loudly whimpered a large gasp in his ear, unable to control herself. Even though she was shaking, she could feel him shake even harder. He tried his best to control himself.

Then, with a tug, she was pulled away down the hall by the leash, quivering and barely walking on jellied legs, her panties dripping wet. As soon as the elevator's doors closed, there was a loud thump that was heard coming from its direction.

The room was dark. Opening the door, He led her in and closed the door behind them. Laying the dress down upon the small mini-bar along the wall, he tugged her along to the king-sized bed that was centered in the middle of the room. He had obviously prepared this room earlier, for there were two black cords coming from the corners of the head of the bed, each ending in a metal ring.

Against the back wall was a huge picture window. Beyond it was the city night, pinpointed by the lights of buildings in the distance. There were no curtains, no coverings, nothing. The world could look in and watch what he did to her.

He pulled her to him, bringing her close to him, eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. Her nipples brushed against his jacket, the rough material only making them harder. Using his free hand, he gently brushed his fingers over her cheek, then softly ran them through her hair. She was gasping, trying to regain control, trying and failing. She felt as if her legs would collapse under her. She wanted him so badly, needed him, but he just stared at her with loving eyes.

"You still need to be punished before we continue." His words were soft, and their faces were so close that when he spoke, his lips gently grazed hers, feeling them shake.

He sat down on the bed and motioned for her to come to him. His hands were strong but gentle as he wordlessly laid her across his lap, ass in the air. He grabbed the back of her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs. She gently lifted her legs as he slid the sheer, soaking wet piece of cloth down them, then felt his hand return up the back of her legs, feeling every smooth inch. She could feel him beneath her, pressing into her abdomen.

His hand slid smoothly between her thighs, probing gently into her, and he slowly tugged one of the two small wires that were poking itself outside of her. Coaxing gently, he freed the small buzzing egg from within, and it came out smoothly, well lubricated by her juices. He held it by the wire, letting it vibrate, and hung it briefly against her clit, causing her to shudder and moan. Laying it gently on the bed next to him, he reached into his pocket, took out the remote, shut it off, and laid it down next to the toy.

Running his hand over her ass, holding onto her hair with the other, he spoke quietly.

"Twice you were bad. I'm sorry but you must learn." His hand came up and with a sharp crack, he spanked her. Her ass immediately turned pale, then faded to a bright red. His hand came up again, and again it cracked back down. She was whimpering, her nails digging into his legs as she took the pain, concentrated on it, reveled in it.

Leaning over, he kissed both cheeks, a long, soft caress with his lips as he pet her legs and ran his fingers up her back. Then, picking her up in his arms, he laid her down upon the bed. He leaned over and opened the bedside table, pulling out a long black silk scarf. Running it through one of the rings attached to the bed, he fastened her wrist tightly. He then pulled out another and tethered the other wrist. Pulling out a third, he gently slid it under her head, blindfolding her, and tying it snugly with the knot behind her temple. Then, kissing down the side of her body, she heard the rattle of chains as he pulled something from under the foot of the bed.

She felt him grasp her ankle and wrap a cold piece of metal around it. Something was attached to the chain, and she didn't know what it was until her other ankle was similarly attached, two feet away. It was a long bar, preventing her from closing her legs, even if she wanted to. Her pussy was on display to the whole world and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

She was excited. She wanted him to touch her, to taste her, to take her, but all she felt was his weight rise from the bed. He brushed her nipples gently, first one, then the other, seemingly out of nowhere. She had no way of knowing where he was or what he was doing. She was blind, tethered, naked, and spread, more excited then ever, but where was he.

She heard the small mini-bar open and shut, heard his move around the room, then heard him next to her, unwrapping what sounded like plastic wrap from some dish.

COLD! All of a sudden, something cold and wet plopped down upon her stomach, pooling on her belly button, but slowly settling on her, running slightly.

"Heh," he said in response to her reflexive jerk. She felt him run something through the cold wet stuff on her stomach.

"Open your mouth," he said, almost sweetly, and as she did, she tasted a cherry covered in whipped cream as it was laid onto her tongue. She closed her lips around it, relishing the sweetness of it and the cream, as he pulled the stem away. She let out a moan, cherishing the tastes, still feeling the cream as it lay upon her. She chewed it slowly, savoring it till it was almost completely dissolved in her mouth.

Feeling him close to her face, she waited till she felt his lips pressed against hers. She opened her mouth slightly and it was flooded by a small mouthful of champagne. The bubbles tickled the back of her throat as some of it ran down her cheek. She swallowed it, but jumped slightly as she felt his tongue run up the side of her face, licking off the excess like a puppy. She smelled him again, mixed with the aroma of the cream, champagne, and other fruits. She wondered what was next until she felt another dab at her stomach. This time, a small slice of melon was placed at her lips, and she greedily snapped it up.

Listening carefully, she heard him take another sip from the bottle, and opened her mouth slightly, awaiting the coming kiss. But it didn't come. A sharp almost pain mixed with cold tingles erupted around her left nipple as he swallowed it up in his bubbly filled mouth. She jerked a breath in as she arched her back, pressing her chest against him. He closed his lips around the nub, swallowing his mouthful, and gently sucking on it, he flicked his tongue over it. This only caused the heat inside her to build more.

She ate her way through it all, tasting grapes, raspberries, a plum, but two stood out directly in her mind. At first, she didn't have a clue as to the small, slimy thing on her chest between her breasts. Trailing it over her, she felt it run up one breast and down another, followed closely by his roving tongue. He brought it up her neck and over her chin, and as she stuck her tongue out, she tasted an intoxicating mix of a peach slice lightly spiced with the saltiness of her own sweat. Sucking it up greedily, she was surprised when he spoke.

"Stick out your tongue, but don't eat this," he said. She did as he told her, and ever so gently, he ran a strawberry over lips and tongue, each seed bumping over each taste bud. She could feel it as it went down over her cheek, smell it as he ran it over her nose, and then ever so gently, ran it over the space between her breasts, down over the last of the cream in her belly button, over the closely cropped pubic hair, bumping slightly over her clit and pussy, and she gasped hard as he ran it back up, like before, gently between the lips of her pussy but not quite entering. She felt it moisten, and then leave her. She heard him take a bite. He moaned slightly as he ate it, and she knew he could taste her. This excited her, knowing that he enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed him.

He licked up the last of the cream from her stomach, making sure to get every last drop, then, untying her hands, he carefully helped her to flip onto her stomach, retying her hands on the opposite sides.

Feeling him rise off the side of the bed, she heard him moving. She couldn't discern what it was he was doing, but she heard him open the bedside drawer again. She felt his weight as he moved between her pinned open legs, and felt his strong hands run up the back of them. Kissing her heels gently, he proceeded to lay soft pecks up her stockinged legs as goosebumps rose over her entire body. As his lips reached the bottom of her ass, he ran his tongue up the sides, first one, then the other, all the while squeezing both cheeks with his hands. Then, kissing the top of the cleft in her ass, he slid his tongue up her spine, causing her to moan loudly. As he went up, he slid his body up with it, until she felt his entire naked body pressed against her back. His strong cock was stiff, pressed between her ass cheeks and running between them and along her pussy.

Holding her for one moment, he inhaled her hair deeply before sitting up on his knees. He adjusted his position, kneeling between her legs before leaning over and pulling out the ornamental butterfly shaped clip in her hair, then straightening her hair well above her shoulders.

She felt a line of cold run from between her shoulder blades, down her back, and over her ass, baby oil dripping down, sending chills of cold over her asshole and down into her pussy.

She felt his strong hands as they rubbed her body, working the baby oil into her skin, relaxing every muscle as they worked her shoulders, her back, her hips, even down to the top of her nylons, before working back up to her ass. She was getting excited by the attention, rocking her body in time with his rubbing, lifting her ass slightly as he caressed it. As she lifted up, his left hand was placed on the top of her ass, his palm nuzzling in between her cheeks, while his right went between her thighs. He gently squeezed her pubic mound, the ball of his hand just above her clit, and holding her like this, he began to rock her.

She was in heaven. The rocking built up a familiar growing heat inside of her as she rocked against his hands, pressing her body against them, feeling them as they held her softly but firmly. As they went faster and faster, his left hand slid down and he pulled on the last little string that peeked out of her butt. With a series of small pops, a string of six anal beads emerged, each one shuddering her harder and harder. She loved the feeling of their departure, but now she needed HIM.

She lifted her ass up into the air, leaning herself back to press against his groin. His hardness was against her, and she whimpered, trying and failing to position herself to allow him entry.

He loomed over her back and asked in a quiet, curious voice, "What is it that you want, hmm?"

"You," she whispered. It was all her tightened, straining body could give her, a small pathetic whisper. "I want your cock inside of me."

He was still leaning over her, his mouth right by her ear, as she felt him reach around with one hand and press the head of his cock against her. She moaned a little as he entered her ass, and gasped loudly, burying her head into the pillow, as the head fully slipped past the tight opening.

Going slowly, he proceeded to slowly thrust his cock straight into her ass, until his balls were resting against her pussy lips. Then, grabbing her hair with his hand, he pulled her head back up, arching her neck so that she was staring at the wall, fully supported by her hands and knees.

"Is that all you want?" he asked, still with a innocent note of curiosity in his voice.

Something snapped in her. Her body needed release. It had welled up inside of her and now she need to release it. Her mind changed into that of an animal, as every sinew in her muscles tightened. Her ass gripped at his cock as she leaned forward, sliding it out of her until only the head was in. Her face went cold, her eyes took on a look of a lioness that smelled meat.

Her voice roared out of her throat as she slammed back, impaling her ass on his rock hard cock.

"I"

She slid him back out and impaled herself again.

"WANT"

Out and in.

"YOU"

Again.

"TO"

"FUCK"

"MY"

"ASS!"

With the final word ripped from her throat, she pulled on the scarves lashed to her wrists. Unable to free them, she roared, continuing to slam his cock home HARD as he pulled her head back by her hair. Over and over again, they fucked like two wild animals.

With each stroke, his balls slapped against the lips of her pussy, which was now dripping wildly. With each beat, she chanted gutturally, "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS!" as his hard cock thrust deep inside her body.

The heat of their bodies over took them as the sweat dripped from them. She was wild, feeling each stroke as it drove home. She didn't know how many times she came, but a wave of pain and pleasure detonated within her entire body. She stiffened wildly, shaking as if electrified. Her ass gripped his cock like a fist, and he exploded within her, leaning back and shaking as badly as she was. She felt him cum, feeling her ass fill with his seed, and it produced more and more waves of pleasure. She let out a primal scream at the top of her lungs, and they both collapsed onto the bed, their sweat soaked bodies quivering, too exhausted to move.

He gently held her from behind for a long time as she relished the feeling of him inside her. Finally, he removed himself from her body, reached up, untied her wrists, then slid down and released her feet. Coming back up, he slid onto the bed next to her as she kicked off her heels. He laid down on his back as she curled up next to him, her head and hand on his chest, her leg draped across him. Almost immediately, they both fell into a deep sleep.