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"Keep Your Feet, Love..."

She stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her husband got up from the bed, where he’d been waiting for her as she showered and got ready for him. She turned to face him and smiled as he slowly approached, loving the way his eyes slowly swept up and down her body. She felt sexy when she dressed up, and by the way he always looked at her… she knew he thought so, too. Purposefully she had chosen to wear her black seamback stockings, with her black and turquoise blue corset- it always reminded her of the day he bought them for her. He’d had an immediate, throbbing erection right there in the shop when she had held it up in front of herself and asked what he thought of it. When his gaze met hers his eyes were a hard, steely blue that matched her outfit; he lifted his hand toward her with a black velvet blindfold hanging from his finger.
“Put this on, my love,” he said. A thrilling chill went down her arms- his normally smooth, deep voice with its hint of southern American drawl was gone; the voice she heard now had a thick Irish accent!
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she took it with a surprised smile. “And what is it you’d like this evening, Master?” she asked, eager to hear him speak again. She stole a last look at him, savoring the way the light cast shadows in the curves of his muscular frame; the luscious lump of his cock beneath his white silk boxers… She licked her lips as she slipped the velvet over her eyes. The room went pitch black as she gave up her sight in submission to his order. 
His words seemed to hang in the sudden dark stillness… “I’ve a mind to tie you up, my pet… tease you for a bit.” She grinned and bit her lip in anticipation, holding her wrists up in front of her.
She sensed him move behind her; he reached around her, pulling her arms behind her back and gently pushing her to the center of the room. “Wait here,” he softly whispered, his breath tickling her shoulder just before his lips planted a gentle kiss there and he stepped away from her. 
The sound of his dresser drawer opening was a smooth and deliberate one; her mind raced as she automatically thought of the array of delights he kept in that drawer for her. She heard items shuffled around; she heard the clink of a chain before she sensed him move across the room. 
He placed his chosen tools for the evening on a small table against the wall behind her. Setting them down one by one, he made sure each one made enough noise for her to hear and wonder what was to come. Looking at her, he made an auditory show of setting the dog leash down- the clip he let hit the tabletop with a thunk; slowly at first, he let the chain fall into a pile with increasing speed before dropping the last foot or so all at once. Her back straightened at the sound, and he noticed her thighs close hard against each other and the muscles in her backside flexed before she relaxed again. Chuckling to himself, he picked up his padded handcuffs, tossed the leash noisily over his shoulder and stepped up behind her.
Without a word, he cuffed her wrists at the small of her back and tugged them just hard enough to shake her shoulders, as though making sure she couldn’t escape them. She breathed deep as she felt his hands slide up her arms and over her shoulders, onto her neck… He gathered her hair in his hands, twisting it before tugging her head back gently but sharply.
She felt his breath on her ear as his deep voice demanded, “Who did you dress up this way for, lass?”
The shivers up her spine caused her voice to shake and sound almost awkward as she breathed the single word, “You”.
He tugged her head back again, harder this time. “For who?? Speak UP!”
She swallowed and spoke louder, “For YOU, Master.”
“That’s my good girl,” he said gently as he leaned against her back, brushing his lips teasingly up her neck. Keeping her head pulled back in a strong grip, he noticed goosebumps erupt across her shoulders as his other hand slid around the front of her from her side, over her stomach, and up to the top of her corset. His fingers pulled the satin material down, releasing her right breast and he cupped it with restrained force; his lips found her ear as he felt her nipple harden when he stroked it with his thumb.
He breathed into her ear before gently biting the lobe, caressing the flesh between his teeth with the tip of his tongue. He released her hair and reached around to free her other breast from the confines of the corset, planting small kisses down her neck. Her breathing fell to panting as he stroked his teeth across her skin before biting her shoulder and growling while he pressed his pelvis against her cuffed hands.
She felt the silk in her hand, the girth of him swelling as she stroked the smooth material. Her fingertips rolled back and forth over the head of his cock as it stiffened, standing up and away from his body, straining against his boxers. She managed to slip a hand into the slit in front and she slid her palm down the underside of his shaft; her fingers sliding over his shaved scrotum. She held his balls as his cock throbbed against her wrist.
His slight moan turned to a growl as he bit her neck, hard- and her knees buckled a little bit as a gasp of pleasure escaped her. 
He disconnected from her suddenly, stepping back and savoring the sensation of their states of arousal. He watched the way her shoulders and back moved with her panting, open-mouthed breaths; the way she tilted her head just slightly, waiting for whatever was to come next into her world of darkness. He removed his boxers, stepping out of them and picking them up before moving in front of her. She sensed him and held her head as though she could see him.
He put the boxers to her face, stroking her cheek with the silk and she leaned into his hand. Sliding them over her chin and open mouth, he stepped close enough to her that his cock pressed against her belly. She swallowed hard and he slid his silken boxers over her neck, closing his hand on her throat. She gasped and tilted her head back in submission as a shudder shook her body from head to toe. He grasped his cock with his other hand and tapped her with it- her belly, her hip, her thigh… His voice, though calm, was a sudden reverberating sensation to her as he asked, “Do you feel how hard I am for you, darlin’?”
“Ooh, yes, I love it, Master,” she said huskily through heavy breaths.
He smiled, slipping his boxers down to caress her nipples with the silk as he slowly slid his penis over the lace at the top of her stocking. “You like that, do you, lass?”
“Oh, God, yes, yes, I do,” she said as she shuddered again, shifting her feet on the carpet. 
“Good,” he answered simply, tossing his boxers aside and removing the leash from his shoulder. He doubled it and held it horizontally in front of her before gently sliding it across her chest, back and forth. The coldness of the chain, the shocking difference of the sensation from the silk she was expecting made her gasp; she snapped her head forward, heaving an inward breath. He relaxed the chain’s tautness, letting it slide forward and down one breast to her nipple, where he very slowly slid it from left to right. Each link in the chain sliding across her nipple gave her a chill at first; her nipple leaned and popped back up to meet the next link. 
When he stopped teasing her with the chain and she suddenly felt his mouth close over her nipple, her knees buckled completely. He slipped his arms around her, quickly and automatically, holding her suddenly tight against him so she wouldn’t fall- but she hardly noticed. She was lost to this world at that moment, with her head thrown back, hair streaming down behind her; lost in a current of sensation as his hot, wet, swirling tongue and hard but gentle teeth sent her body into shuddering spasms of sensational pleasure. 
The short, sweet cry that escaped her own lips brought her back to reality; she fought for her balance as he held her upright with his strong hands on her back, moaning into her breast as he suckled. His cock throbbed hard against her thigh and she felt warm waves spreading outward from deep within her abdomen. She wanted him so desperately; she was on the brink of a brain-numbing orgasm already. She began to moan as he released the suction on her nipple and began kissing it, pulling away enough to blow on it; the cool sensation alternated with his hot, swirling tongue and pursed, kissing lips was nearly too much to bear. She was lightheaded, near to losing control of herself entirely. She could hardly stand it; she began to beg for him…
“Pleease, Master, give it to me,” she managed to moan the words. “Pleeease, I NEED you. I want you inside me… GOD, please, let me have it…” He released her suddenly, letting go of her entirely; she swayed in place but did not fall down. Her bottom lip quivered as though she might cry in a moment.
“Keep your feet, Love,” the Irish voice stated calmly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
As he spoke he stroked her cheek lovingly and she turned her head, shamelessly kissing his hand; her tongue darting out to taste any part of him that was close enough. She ground her thighs together and her legs shook; he noticed how wet her panties were and grinned to himself. He slipped his hand into her hair at the back of her head and kissed her hungrily as he slipped his other hand between her legs. The wet satin of her panties did nothing to hold in the waves of heat that rolled from her as he stroked her womanhood, shaking the heel of his palm over her clit… 
The wave broke, and she buckled against him. As her knees bent, he held her up with the hand between her legs and the other in her hair. She screamed with pleasure and ground herself onto his hand, gyrating her hips in spasms as the orgasm shook its way out of her. He held her face firmly to his chest, her breaths moist and hot on his skin as he stroked her rhythmically through her panties. She moaned into him and her legs jumped and shook; he knew she was unable to stand up straight at the moment. He pulled his hand from between her legs and slipped an arm behind her knees, picking her up even as she was still in the throes of the ebbing tide of her orgasm. 
Placing her gently into a sitting position on the bed, he reached behind her and removed her handcuffs before placing a palm on her chest to shove her onto her back. Her head bounced on the springy mattress; her hair spread around her in a curly brown halo. She placed her palms on her lower belly and pressed down, trying to catch her breath…
He loomed over her, watching her breasts and tummy moving up and down with her breathing; the light sheen of sweat on her forehead and chest; her legs twitching, hanging off the bed, her toes barely touching the floor. 
He leaned down to kiss her, and her breath caught in her throat as she hungrily devoured his kiss. Her hands reached up to grasp his hair, pulling his face against hers with near violence. She began to pant again, her need for him overpowering her senses. She slid her hands down his body and greedily grasped his shaft in one hand, his scrotum in the other. She arched her back, desperately stretching her hips toward his rock-hard cock as she stroked it, but he remained too far above her to reach from where she was. She released his scrotum and dug her fingernails into his back, attempting to force him down on top of her. The sudden, unexpected sting of his hard slap to her face was a complete shock to her system.
She gasped and froze in place, the wonder of what had just happened leaving her dumb for a moment. She felt his hand close on her throat, and his voice was harsh. “You’ll have me when I want you- and not a moment before. You understand me, girl?”
The shock prevented her answering immediately, and he slapped her again; the sound of it, the sting of it on her cheek booming through her head like a thunderstorm.
“Did ya hear me, lass??” his voice struck through her mind as lightning.
“Y-yes, yes, Master,” she answered shakily.
“Thatsa girl,” he said, and she felt him stand up in front of the bed. He moved away to the table, she guessed; he was back a moment later. She felt him grasp the corset between her exposed breasts and he pulled her up as she scrambled blindly to comply with his unspoken command. She found herself standing before him, the edge of the bed at the back of her legs. 
“Be still, Love,” he said softly. She felt him stroke her cheek with his fingertips; they strayed back and forth over her lips, parting them slightly. He tilted her face up with a thumb under her chin, and she felt something cold and flat touch her ear. She shivered as it slid down her neck and he stroked her throat with it- she could not identify the object, but kept her throat exposed in submission. Only when the flat coldness moved down her chest and it gained a sharp point that lightly scratched her sternum on its way down did she realize- it was a knife!
She began to breathe hard again; the sensation of danger very real to her even though she trusted her husband completely. His use of the Irish accent only added to the sharpened excitement she felt as she heard him say, “Let’s be rid of this shite,” and the knife slipped between her breasts, under the corset and outward.
The sound of the knife cutting open the corset tore through her consciousness like a sandstorm in the desert. He cut the top and violently tore it the rest of the way down with his bare hands, ripping it off her body. She heard it hit the floor on the other side of the room and she began to pant with excitement all over again. She tried her best to slow her breathing as the knife slid down the middle of her belly, then over to her hip and up her side. She felt the back edge of the blade scrape lightly over her nipple suddenly, and it sent electric lights flashing through her brain. Her mouth fell open and she became lost in the sensation…
He leaned down with the blade, stroking the tip of it from her toes up her shin, making little runners in her stocking as it went. He slid the flat of the blade up her inner thigh and she moaned, leaning the back of her legs against the bed to keep her balance. Slipping the tip under the side of her panties, he turned the blade toward himself and the satin gave way immediately, falling away to expose the crease of her thigh and hip. He tossed the knife back toward the table and she jumped at the sound; then jumped again as he violently tore away what was left of her underwear with his bare hands. She gasped and bit her lip when he spun her around by the shoulders to face the bed. He shoved her, and she instinctually bent over with her knees on the edge of the bed, putting her face into the comforter and presenting her backside for the taking. She jumped and cried out when he spanked her suddenly, the hard sting of it making her teeth grind together but sending waves spiraling out of her at the same time. She could feel herself dripping with wetness, desperate for him to be inside of her. His hard cock pressed into her thigh as he reached forward and gathered her hair at the back of her head. He pulled her head back sharply, making her gasp again and make a small pained sound. 
“Who do you belong to?” the deep voice of her husband boomed, nearly yelling as he smacked her ass with a powerful hand.
“YOU!!” She squeaked as he soothed the cheek he had hit with the palm of his hand.
“Who is your Master??” he shouted, smacking her other ass cheek.
“YOU!! YOU!!” she cried.
He suddenly thrust two fingers into her, but she was so wet for him there was no pain, only pleasure. She growled, shoving herself onto his fingers as he shouted again: “Who does this belong to??”
“YOUU!! ONLY YOU!!” she shouted, desperately grinding herself into his hand. His thumb circled the ring of her asshole, sending shivers up her spine as her back arched involuntarily and she began to come again.
“Who does your ass belong to??” he shouted as the tip of his thumb entered her tight ass and he wiggled his fingers inside of her.
She gasped with the orgasm as it came, but managed to shout back, “YOU!!! MY MASTER!!! MY MASTER!!!”
He let go of her hair and she ground her face into the blanket, her hips bucking against his hand as she came for him. He slowly withdrew his fingers and thumb as the waves began to subside.
“That’s my girl” she heard him say as he lightly smacked her ass again, before slipping his cock inside her, bringing the waves immediately back, throwing her headfirst into the throes of a multiple orgasm…