It was just about here, just as you turn left from Main Road and into Parkmoor Drive, and just about this time of the morning last week that the phone rang. I normally don’t bother with answering the mobile when I’m driving – too much chance of getting pulled over by the boys in blue. But like most of the roads on the Ridgemount Estate, Parkmoor Drive is very wide and with very expensive houses. So there was no problem with finding somewhere to park, retrieve the phone and take the call. At first I thought that it was a wrong number. “Is that Nigel’s? “ a rather nervous voice asked. I was about to say that no it was not when, almost without a hesitation to allow me to answer, the voice went on. “I’m afraid that I won’t be able to make my appointment this morning. You see my daughter has come home unexpectedly from University and I will be spending the day with her”. As this one-way conversation went on I fell in with who it was who was speaking and why the call had been made. “I’ll make another appointment for next week if that’s alright with you?”. There was an open question here and despite my annoyance at what was going on I said, “OK but it’s going to cost you, a lot, and will be very painful”. “I know that, same time then”? She said. “Yes I’ll send fresh instructions” I said and with a quick “Goodbye” the call was terminated. I sat for a minute or two thinking. Well I wasn’t going to have any fun today but there was the promise of what was to come.

Janet had been both my caller and had been who I was going to visit last week. We had met at one of those Erotica shows. You know the sort of thing, full of either single men or couples where the rather pain woman is trying desperately to show her partner that she is worth staying with because she likes fucking. As a single woman Janet belonged to neither of these two categories and so she rather stood out in such company. I first noticed her in the bondage section of a book stall and then she spent some time looking at those expensive figurines that someone always tries to sell at these sort of events – in this case ones depicting various forms of female bondage. I was careful to stand next to her at a balcony overlooking the stage as a group of dancers as they depicted a sort of fetish Red Riding Hood story (with Red in vinyl and the Wolf having a most interesting way of ‘eating’ grandma). Looking out the corner of my eye I could see Janet give a slight quiver at what was being acted out below and when the show was over I started talking to her. A drink or two in the bar and the essentials of her life story were out. Married young and a baby soon after, her husband Bob had spent every waking moment building up a haulage business until it was a nationally known name – well if everyone in the country bothered to know the names of haulage companies. Now twenty years on Bob had left her a year or so ago and shacked up with his p.a. Before going Bob had made it very clear that he did not rate Janet in the bedroom. After all the usual upset had died down and she had decided to start rebuilding her life it was this area that Janet had though a lot about. She told me that in truth she hadn’t really rated Bob all that much in the bedroom either. Most of the time he was just too tired to do much she’d said, and even then it had been pretty basic stuff. It was really when we got onto the subject of what she wanted in her sex life that Janet stopped with her story. I ventured a suggestion “you want to be dominated don’t you”. Janet looked up with a start, then looked around to see who was listening. But the couple at the next table were much more interested in themselves – the rather pale woman was whispering in the ear of her greasy haired male companion while she fondled his thigh. “I know that what you want from what you’ve been looking at and how you reacted to the show”. Janet had the good grace not to try to lie to me and instead admitted that this was something that both turned her on and was something which Bob had not even come close to providing.  

Well to cut a long story short we went back to her house on the Ridgemount Estate and I spent the most enjoyable few hours giving Janet her first session of domination. Since then our relationship has evolved into a regular weekly session with her as my Slave and me as her Master. We don’t go out as a couple, don’t make anything more of it than pure and simple B&D sex. Although I sense that Janet is moving towards wanting something more than this, there are complications – not least the daughter who spolit my fun last week (I’d gone by the house and sure enough there was her beaten up Golf in the drive). Janet’s also a bit concerned over her’ position’ in the high flown bit of society that is Ridgemount Estate. I can’t say I blame her, she worked hard to get herself accepted and a B&D Sex scandal is not the sort of thing that goes down well at the Tennis Club.

Still that was last week. Now I’m well down Parkmoor Drive and turning into Janet’s road. A bit further on and there is the drive for her house. I go up the drive and into the garage. Janet’s very concerned about nosy neighbours and I’m happy to indulge her in this – I don’t want the day spoilt by some Yummy Mummy dropping by for coffee, hoping to see who has been at Janet’s all day. I get out and push the button to close the garage door. I retrieve a holdall from the back of my car and move towards the connecting door, the kitchen, and Janet.

I drop the holdall in the hall and move further into the house. The slut’s waiting, as instructed, in the lounge. On her knees, sitting back so bum touches heels. Arms extended along her thighs, palms turned upward. She knows better than to look up as I come in and remains facing a high backed armchair. I stand in the doorway for a few moments and look over what I got to play with for the rest of the day. Janet’s a bit larger than the stick thin women who mostly populate the Ridgemount. A bottle blond bob rests on top of broad shoulders, a fairly trim waist and wide set hips. Certainly nothing there to warrant the terrible term BBW but not slim either. Janet is dressed as she was instructed to in the letter I sent after last week’s fiasco. It’s one of my favourites (on her at least), a sort of maids outfit……………French if you like. A white halter top with a buttoned up bodice that is tight to waist and then flared out over the hips and partly covering the very short black skirt underneath. The top is drawn under her bust and Janet’s naked tits are covered and constrained, in white cotton with a drawstring on the neckline trying its best to keep them in place. No bra or knickers was the order and I know she wouldn’t risk breaking that rule. I have required that she wears a short corset, black of course. This maintains a trim waistline and allows the outfit to be more ‘fitted’ than would be the case if it were to be left off. Black fishnets are tightly banded around the thigh and a pair of patent black shoes, buckled above the ankle, completes the outfit.

As I watch, the quick rise and fall of her breasts betray her excitement. I move to the chair, seat myself and Janet can start the ritual that turns her from a bored housewife into a slave slut, only good to do my bidding. A hand with bright red painted nails takes a set of leg irons and locks them around each ankle. There’s a fairly long chain connecting the two irons and so it will be easy for the slut to move around. Then Janet picks up a wristband from the pile next to her thigh, wraps it around her left wrist and tightens the strap through its buckle. A small padlock through the tongue will stop it being undone without my permission ……….and I hold all of the padlocks keys. The wristband has a short rope attaching it to its pair and this second band goes around the other wrist and is locked on. Next is the collar, again locked on. Then a final padlock is used to connect a thick ring that has been threaded on the wrist cuffs rope to a ring on the front of the collar. So far my instructions have been followed to the letter and now my slaves hand are held close to her face, able to move as far as the rope allows (about a foot long) can slide through the ring. Janet has done this all without looking up at me – setting herself upon the first stage of today’s slavery. Now she sits back and recites the words she’s said so often. “I offer myself to you, my Master. As a slave to do with what you want, to use me as you wish, hoping only that in giving myself to you I give you pleasure.”  I leave the reply, it’s the first time I’ve done this and after a second or two involuntarily Janet looks up. I smile as she realises her mistake and quickly looks down again. “I accept you slave. Fetch the long whip and, since you do not know how to control your eyes, the blindfold”.  Janet gets up from her position, goes to the sideboard and picks out the two items. Her hands rest for some moments on a large vibrator and I know that she is hoping that she will get the chance to use that on herself while I watch. “Leave that and lets get on with it”. Janet returns to her position in front of me, first puts the blindfold on and then holds the whip out.

I take the many-tailed whip from her and let her hear it fly through the air. “Begin with your mouth” I order and the slut shuffles slowly forward until she is between my legs. When we first met a blowjob by Janet went by almost quicker than one from a £20 whore. But under my tutelage she’s gradually (and painfully) learnt the proper way to give head. It’s a basic skill that I think any slave should have and our sessions usually open with her applying her lips first to my thighs, then my balls and, of course, finally my dick. She knows now to take her time, that’s its not something to be got over and done with as quickly as possible and I’ve also made sure that she realises how much pleasure she can give. She applies herself fully to the task in hand (or should that be in mouth). I know that Janet can feel as my first orgasm approaches “Don’t stop” is all I need to say. She realises that it’s not to be a long session and redoubles her efforts. Two more strokes of those blood red lips and I’m shooting my cum down into the slut’s throat. Of course she is trained not to take her warm mouth away – that lesson was learnt very early on at the end of a crop. Instead Janet takes the whole of my length into her mouth and her nose is buried into my pubic hair as she sucks harder, trying to get back into my good books.   

But that is certainly not to be today. “Ok you can finish” I order and with that Janet licks my dick clean and sits back on her heels to wait my next instruction. “Wait” I order, I get up and picking up the holdall, I go into the Hall and down the stairs into the basement. To be fair the basement is another benefit of the marriage to Bob. I expect most of the houses around here have one but I’m pretty sure that they are not used for weekly B&D sessions. I make my arrangements down in the basement and then go upstairs to collect Janet. She has been able to hear where I’ve gone in the house but does not know what I’ve done there. At least the fact that I’ve gone to the basement and not up to the bedroom might at last get the idea into her head that today is going to be painful one for her. I order Janet to get into the basement but blindfolded as she still is that is not a quick operation. That gives me the ‘excuse’ to lay into her arse with the whip. She’s so worried about tripping over something the whip does little to speed things up but I enjoy it anyway. At the bottom of the Basement stairs I tell her to stop. The upright for the stairs banister goes all the way to the ceiling so it is an easy job to release Janet’s hands from the padlock connection them to the neck collar, bring her hand up above her head and tie then of against the upright.

Then its time to up the pain level for Janet. I press myself against her and start mauling her tits through the thin cotton. As I squeeze and pinch Janet parts her legs so I can push a thigh up against her fanny and her back against the upright. Her nipples are hardening fast under this attention and she moans as I loosen the top and remove it. One thing that you’ve got to say for Janet is that she’s got a great pair of Boobs. Resting there on top of the corset they look magnificent and I happily play with them some more. But all good things must come to an end and I reach for the holdall and pull out some rope. Several minutes of careful wrapping and Janet’s tits are well are truly tied up. They stand out from her body proudly now that there are several strands of rope around each one and I know that an increased sensation of constriction will come on as time goes by. I offer her a drink from a water bottle, and after a long lingering kiss, I start up the stairs. “Your not going to leave me are you?” she asks. “I have to have my lunch at some time” I reply “and you’ve just earned yourself some extra punishment for speaking out being spoken to”. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the light on”. Of course to a blindfolded person that news is of little consequence but I not in any mood to compromise and theatrically slam the door to the basement and lock it.

A pleasant lunch of cold cuts has already been prepared for me. Janet might have expected to have served it to me in her maid’s uniform, perhaps to be fucked there on the dining table after the meal. But it is not to be and I take a leisurely lunch reading the paper and enjoying the fact that I’ve got a tied up sex slave waiting from me. I take the dirty plates into the kitchen and then turn the radio on loud enough that it will provide some covering noise for the afternoon’s entertainment.

Janet knows of course that I’m coming down the stairs but she is wise enough this time to keep quiet. Her tits are just starting to look extra nice now, taking on a gentle purple hue under the basement’s hard lighting. I kiss her again and then order “open up” before strapping a large ball gag into her mouth. “You can’t beg me to stop what I am doing to you now” I whisper next to her ear. A finger against the button at the top of her skirt and a deft pull on the short zip soon sends her skirt southward. Then I move away and carry on with my preparations. I’ve no doubt that Janet felt my presence as I attached a rope to the banisters upright, just under where her hands are tied. The other end of the rope goes across the cellar to a ring in the far wall – not too tight so there is a bit of play in it. But the more interesting rope is defiantly the second one that goes between Janet’s legs and is tied quiet high up on the upright. It too is tied to a ring on the far wall, one about four foot under the first ring. But that rope is stretched very tightly indeed and of course, running as it does between her legs, Janet can feel the rope lift and tighten until it is pulled into the cleft of her crotch and arse. All that I needed to do then was to untie Janet’s hands from the upright and she was free ……….. well free-ish. The rope going into her crotch is so tight and so high that it can’t be got rid off, especially as the leg irons don’t allow her to step over the rope. The higher rope keeps her hands out of the way but the play in it means that it is not high enough up to allow Janet to use it to lift herself off the crotch rope. So now it is time to start the punishment.

I order “walk forward” and, still blindfolded, Janet takes a first hesitant step, sliding her fanny along the crotch rope. She falters slightly and I’ve no doubt the rope is already starting to cut into the tender folds of skin there but I bark “keep moving”. She takes another step and then comes up against one of the little surprises I’ve prepared. You see along the rope I’ve tied a series of knots. The tension in the rope has pulled then nice and tight but they still constitute a problem for Janet and her pussy. As she moves past the knot she tries to lift herself over it by using her arms above her head. I’ve am sure that the higher rope helped a bit but I am equally sure that a) there would be little strength in arms that have been above her head for some time now and b) landing her body weight back onto the crotch rope will be painful for Janet’s little pussy. I order her to keep moving and she comes to another knot, then another and another until finally she is across the cellar and a few inches away from the walk. Janet’s breathing a bit more heavily now and there is an audible sight as I tell her to walk backwards along the rope. Its probably not as painful going in this direction but as she reaches the upright again I don’t give her any time to reflect, whispering in her ear “forward” and landing a sharp smack on her arse. A couple more trips up and down the rope and Janet is starting to wilt a little. I am sure that had the gag not been in place she would have been begging for some relief. I lightly use a crop on both cheeks of her arse and across her lower belly to persuade her on the next couple of little ‘walks’.

By now Janet is certainly flagging more than a little but I’m not done with her yet. As she ‘rests’ by the upright I breath into her ear “These are the extra punishment that you deserve for today’s lapses”. Poor Janet cannot see the pair of nipple clamps that I am holding. We’ve only used these once but I know from her reaction at the time that they are certainly one of the punishments that Janet hates. I open one wide and carefully position it an inch away from her right nipple. With one quick movement I push the clamp forward into the breast and let go. Janet twists as the clamp’s teeth bite around the nipple, compressing the skin and ensuring that it won’t come off. Of course knowing that the clamps come in pairs now adds to Janet’s anticipation and for a minute of two she responds to every imagined application of the second clamp. I let her settle down a bit and then very deliberately I take hold of her left breast, gripping it tightly with one hand while pushing her against the upright. Janet tries to twist away but there is not enough space and besides, my grip is hard enough to keep her tender breast right where I want it. This time I open the remaining clamp and let its teeth brush against the puckered knob of flesh. Janet cries out from behind the gag, begging I am sure that I do not let go. But instead I slowly release the clamp and its spring pushes the two teeth into my slave’s nipple. I release my grip on her breast and step back. Janet’s breathing is strong and deep as she adjusts to this new level of pain

   connected by a chain made a nice lead to pull my poor tortured slave up the rope a few more times. She has long ago given up trying to lift herself over the knots and now each knot is taken very gingerly and with much muted crying from behind her gag.

I decide that the pain side of things have been going on long enough and that perhaps her master should take pity on the poor slut. So I tell her to rest while I fix up the next surprise. Unknown to her I now tell Janet to walk forward again for the last time – for this session at least. But this time she can feel something different coming through the rope that is still cruelly cutting into her pussy. A slight vibration?? She blindly looks around wondering what it is and I lean in to whisper in her ear “It’s that vibrator that you wanted earlier this morning. It’s firmly attached to the end of far end of the rope with some cable ties. If you can made it to the other end in the next 20 seconds and get you fanny firmly pressed up against it you can come……..if you don’t make it in time I’ll switch it off and you can spend the rest of the afternoon walking up and down here”. I was sure that her cunt was more than a little tender by now but clearly the randy slut knew what she needed to do because she made a very game effort to get down that rope as quickly as possible and soon had her clit wedged hard up against the head of the vibrator. As part of my earlier preparations I’d carried a comfortable chair down to the cellar and so now I could position myself and watch as my slave rutted herself against both the rope and the vibrator, bring herself closer and closer to a climax until, with a muffled scream, she came in a shuddering stretched out contortion of her body.

I left it a minute or so until I got up and switched off the vibrator, slackened one end of the crotch rope and moved it out of the way and finally loosened the rope holding Janet’s hands up. She sort of collapsed to the floor but her punishment wasn’t over yet. “Open your legs” I order and as she does so I plunged my dick straight into her rope raw fanny. Poor Janet had not got too much energy left by now but even she reacts to my final surprise of the day for her….a pair of pants with a nicely studded leather panel just above the hole that my dick pokes through. I had picked it up a few weeks ago on a business trip to L.A. No doubt all the gay boys find it useful and its first touch on Janet’s poor, bruised cunt certainly gets all of her attention. Luckily I had re-secured the handcuffs to a ring on the wall so she was not able to stop me slowly withdrawing and then driving into right her again, right up to the hilt, and then grinding the studs on her belly. I repeat this for a few times before withdrawing till just the tip of my dick is in her cunt. I look down and take stock of my slave. Her hair is pretty messed up and there is a smear of lipstick along one cheek but she is still spreading her lips around that ball gag and the ropes round her chest continue to gently cut into those lovely big tits of hers. And then? Well then I start slamming into her again, no gentleness, just banging away, her purple hued tits heaving and straining against the ropes holding them as I drive into her time and time again until I shoot my second load of the day load deep into her fanny. I rest for a few moments, the studs cutting into her belly again and then slowly withdraw.

I get dressed, take a key from my pocket and press it into Janet’s hand. “That’s for the handcuffs. You are not to free yourself until I leave the room. I’ll be in touch”, and with one last look at my slave, my cum all ready leaking out of her red raw fanny, I mount the stairs and leave the basement. I am just in Parkmoor Drive as the phone goes. I pull over and answer it. “Thank you for my treatment. I hope that I was good and that you’ll be kind enough to do the same some time in the future”. “We shall just have to see won’t we” I reply “I told you that I would be in touch and now you phone me. That got to be worth some punishment”. Just as I start to take the phone from my ear to break the call I hear Janet say, “I know Master”.