The leather bonds held her arms to the bed posts, no matter how much of her waning strength she used.  The leather was making her wrists red with hot irration, her ankles feeling the roughness of the leather as they were also bound to the posts of the large black bed.  She could feel herself getting hotter...her breath deep and steady...her thighs becoming wet from her moistness.  'Damn him,' she thought.  'Damn him for knowing my weakness!'  She struggled against her bonds more while she looked over her lingerie-clad body to her captor.

He stood over her in a leather coat and leather pants, showing off his rippling upper body and the pants were tight enough to show something stirring below.  His body seemed to glow in the moonlight that came through the shades of the bedroom window.  His eyes looked her over...his smile was pure white.

As she was looked upon himas he removed his coat, she bit her bottom lip as she saw and felt him lean down and begin to kiss and lick her calves tenderly. She moved her legs as much as they could, her inner thighs becoming wetter as he moved his way up her legs, kissing and now biting his way up.  His sharp teeth would cut through the skin, though he was barely biting as hard as he could have been.  

He looked into her eyes and saw not only a slight of fear, but the way she looked at him with forbidden desire...she was growing hotter by each movement he made. Her skin tasted sweet and her blood was like an expensive wine to him.  Before he reached her inner thighs, he moved back down to lick the cuts he had left.

She had no control over the moan of disappointment that came from her mouth.  She needed her release...but he seemed the need to torture her was getting him in the same mood, judging from the growing hardness in his pants that she saw in his leather pants.  

He made his way back up but moved over her thighs and came to her abs and began to kiss and bite again until he reached her bra.  He let out a growl as he took some of the material in his teeth and bit though them, revealing her firm, ripe breasts.  Using his tongue, he drew his mouth over her breast and encircled her hardening nipples with his tongue as he began to suckle on one and massaged the other with his experienced hand. He looked into her eyes, which he found...

Her eyes were closed in passion and ecstacy as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her body from the top of her breasts to the bottom of her toes.  Her wrists and ankles turned and writhed in their bonds painfully...but erotically, wanting to be released to either take him...or escape him...for this was not right...but it felt so good.  Her breath became sharper as something began to happen...

His hand, which had its fill with her full breasts, and moved past her panty line and began to work their way into her moist spot.  His fingers snaked their way into her, going deeper and working her below as his mouth did the same with her breasts.  Unknown to her, his free hand had his pants down to his ankles as he began to slip them off.  

She bucked against his hands...she had given in to this man...the man who was giving her more pleasure with his one hand than most men could do with their entire bodies.  She breathlessly begged him "Take me....take me now!" It was then that three fingers became one long, hard staff inside her.  She knew what had happened and she let out a long moan from deep within her as he began to go deeper and deeper, almost seeming to stretch her out as she yelped in pain yet moaned with intense pleasure.

He was riding within her as his mouth worked both breasts at once, for his hand and pushed the two together, he could feel them slightly swell in his hands as he rubbed them...kissed them...licked them....bit them.  He could feel that she was as close to release as he was.

She couldnt hold back any more as she let out a scream of orgasmic pleasure and pain...only to be met by his roar of climax.  Her wrists and ankles pressed as hard as they could against their bonds as she wanted to dig her nails into him.  The pain from the bonds made her cum even more.  She could feel his release mix with her own as he continued to drive her, but began to slow down and remove himself from her, but continued his work on her breasts after his roar was over.

He looked into her eyes.

She looked into his eyes.

She was panting hard as she spoke. "You have...no idea...how much...I missed you...lover."

He was panting hard as he spoke in return. "I have...some idea...by how much...you let loose."

He undid her bonds slowly and kissed her marks. He then began to snake his way into her arms as she wrapped them around him and brought her legs around his as they drifted off in slumber from their intense night of love making between master and servant.

The warmth of your mouth and the coldness of your hand send shivers down my spine .....
Let your hands wonder and explore what lies in front of you .....
The pace of our hearts quicken the closer we get .....
The more you touch me the faster I breathe and quiver with antisapation .....
I can smell the passion you poesse, I can sense your temptation and fear of not controlling yourself .....

The tension is bound to break lose, I have no objections to being tied up .....
You place your hand on my face and seductively kiss my flesh tone lips .....
Let go of the urge to force yourself on me .....
You pull me in close to your face and eroticly whisper your darkest wishes .....
Every nerve in my body becomes intenesly alert .....

I force your head to the side where your bare neck is exposed and ready for me to indulge in .....
I run my tongue down the side of your neck and apply pressure .....
I felt your body tremble with pleasure .....
Nothing is more erotic then satisfying your submissive slave .....
Finally giving into the intense urges, you bend me over and take out your frustations .....

Every smack is accompined by a loud moan of pleasure .....
You scratch your nails down my back .....
I yell out in pain and ectasy .....
The game of tieing me up is a fun one with many prizes .....
The rope marks around my wrists are a sign of a job well done .....

The way you use your tongue on my inner thighs makes me squirm from gratitude .....
I scream from the true enjoyment and you tighten your hands around my neck .....
The moment I lose air, we realize we've been dreaming

Restrained to the chair in an awkward fashion, she rests her head as far back as she can without choking herself. The collar he had placed around her neck felt a bit tight, but she didn’t mind. She needed to be taught a lesson, she needed to be punished. Through the loop on the collar, he threaded a CAT-5 networking cable. It was the only pervertible item for tying he had around. The cable was tied to other cables of the same type, and they all restrained her movement, and kept her tied to the chair. Any movement she made would make the whole contraption tighter, so she was soon taught to not move.
The cables tied around her are the only thing she is wearing, other than her square black framed glasses.
He fashioned a leg spreader out of a PC case lying between her feet, tying her ankles to opposite sides of the case. The final touches to make it all complete were the two IDE cables, one bunched up and shoved into her mouth as a gag, the other across her eyes as a blindfold. She managed a muffled sound of worry, but he paid no attention.
Inspecting his handiwork, he smiled a bit and proceeded to get a USB cable. Lightly at first, he whipped her with the end of it. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it, so she jumped a bit, making the cables around her a bit tighter. He loved seeing her squirm under his power, so he whipped harder. With each hit, she whimpered a tiny squeal. Soon he could tell that he was making bright red marks on her very light skin, much to his delight.
Soon he got bored with this torture, and decided to move on. He could tell that she sighed a breath of relief when she realized that he was done whipping her. He snuck up behind her, and said in her ear “Don’t get too comfortable.” Once again, she jumped, which made the restraints that much more tight.
Getting in front of her, he once again admired the beautiful work of nerdy bondage art he had created. Silently, he took a picture of her in this posture. He wanted the memories of this event to last forever. He actually did it! For once he took control and made his deepest darkest fantasy come to life. He’d be a fool to not keep some sort of record of his time spent here.
He decided to work a bit of pleasure next. Kneeling down, he licked a trail from her knee to her thigh. She shuddered, and seemed to relax. Moving his tongue over to her pussy, he licked long strokes which made her struggle at the restraints to help him along, while she only succeeded in tightening what kept her to the chair. Increasing his frequency, he decided to add a few fingers into the mix, inserting them into her, thrusting deeply. Soon he could tell she was about to orgasm, she was breathing raggedly and fast. He immediately stopped everything, and just got up and stood back. She muffled a few moans and struggled, trying to get him to make her come. He went to her ear and said “You’re not getting off that easy.”
Another muffled moan escaped from the makeshift gag, and he decided to be more evil again. Getting out a box cutter, he took off her blindfold. He showed her the box cutter, and extended the blade. Her eyes got wide and fear took over. She screamed, not completely loud, but he was afraid people in the hall outside might hear, so he shoved her gag in more, then blindfolded her again. Of course, he didn’t want to actually cut her and hurt her, so he put away the box cutter and instead got out a dull ordinary butter knife he had brought with him to make his lunch. He dragged the blade of the butter knife across her skin, and she whimpered. He said “Don’t move too much. You don’t want me to get you too deep, do you?” She shook her head and tried to remain completely still. She still didn’t realize that he switched out the box cutter for the butter knife. He used this to his advantage as he pretended to slash her with it, and telling her words he was carving into her, such as “SLUT”. He could tell that she was starting to cry and shake badly, so he decided to stop this fun activity. He removed her blindfold, and showed her that not only was she all right, but that he had switched blades. She almost cried with relief and muffled a “thank you”.
Replacing the blindfold across her eyes, he undid his pants and got in front of her again. All this excitement had made him so hard, he had to have his release. Thrusting violently into her, she shrieked from the sudden shock, but soon relaxed. He fucked her more roughly than he had ever fucked any woman in his life. Knowing she could do nothing about it made it that much better. He sharply bit one of her nipples, while he pinched the other one, and she released another shriek, this time more out of pleasure. With his other hand he rubbed her clit as he slammed into her, hitting the right spot with each thrust. First he came, crashing waves into her. He continued rubbing her off to orgasm, actually letting her finish this time. She came as well, long and hard. Moans and sighs filled the air, and then there was a striking silence.
Redoing his pants, he let her out of her restraints. He turned to leave, when she asked “Where did you put my clothes?”
“In my backpack” he replied, with his backpack on his back. And with that, he walked out, knowing that he took her clothes with him, and that she would have to walk through the halls of the school completely naked.

Writhing in bonds, tightly tied.
Sweet, sadistic torture.
Welts upon white skin.
Mouth gagged tight.

Squeals at the whip on bare skin.
Rope pulled tighter, cutting flesh.
Screams of joy echo in the air.

This is my life, what I live for.
The joy of sweet bondage.
Adrenalin rush in my veins.
I crave the burning bonds.

Hands chained to bed posts.
Half-heartedly fight it.
Instead relishing the limits.
The simple joy of bondage.