I thought it'd be fun to post a piece of erotica. I don't write often, but I enjoy it.

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They walked back from the restaurant to the hotel room, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her. Both were quiet with the afterglow of a nice Pinot Noir, and the anticipation of a too-rare evening together.

He opened the door for her, and followed her in. “Undress”, he said.

Without hurry or hesitation she removed her shoes, dress, and underwear, placing them neatly by the armoire.

She saw the collar on the side table and put it on. She enjoyed this ritual transition between public and private submission. She handed him the lock for the collar and said softly, “I’m yours.”

With the lock he fastened the collar into place, wrapped his hand in her hair, and kissed her on the lips. “Indeed.”

She looked quizzically when he took a small device from his suitcase, moved a chair to the center of the room, and stood on it. He slid the device along the ceiling where it beeped periodically.

She saw him take something small from his pocket, and then she understood his purpose; he screwed a small eye bolt into the stud he’d found in the ceiling.

He bound her wrists together, leaving several feet loose on the working end of the rope.  He raised her arms above her head, and ran the rope through the eye bolt. He tied the rope to itself, leaving her arms stretched up, with her weight mostly on her feet; she didn’t need to raise onto the balls of her feet, but almost so. She felt electric with naked vulnerability.

He retrieved her panties, rolled them into a ball, fashioned them carefully into a gag, filling her mouth, and fastened it in place with a few loops of rope. She’d been aroused through dinner and she could sense that now in her gag.

He paced around her, taking in the way she looked, enjoying her arousal, and the sense of peacefulness and vibrancy that radiated from her.

He removed his belt, black, leather, fairly thick. She hoped he’d blindfold her, but soon saw that was not to be: It was always more challenging for her when she could see tell where the next blow was going to land. Although by way of upside, she got to see the evident satisfaction in his face.

He began with her breasts. He coiled the belt in his hand, leaving a 12 inch tail, and used the tail to whip her left breast. This quickly raised a red mark, which brought a smile to his face. Then a few more strokes, alternating between her right and left breasts, with each blow finding new skin. Her pain mixed with potent endorphins.

He put his right hand between her legs, and found her wet and fully aroused. “Lovely,” he said, kissing her lightly along the underside of her jaw.

He stepped around behind her and delivered several blows to her ass, which reddened quickly under the belt. He then changed his grip on the belt, formed a loop, and whipped her with the side of the belt, along her thighs. This hurt, and she felt tears form in her eyes. He was able to read her well, and he let the time between the blows lengthen so that she could recover before the next. He could tell from her expression that she was drunk with endorphins, lost in the moment.

Well satisfied with the pretty red curves the belt's edge had drawn on her thighs, he removed a long piece of rawhide cord from his suitcase.  He fastened it around her hair, forming something like a ponytail, and her hair being tightly bound in the cord, he looped the loose end of the cord through the collar, and pulled it taut.  The cord pulled her head back a bit, exposing her neck.

Unhurried, he held himself against her, kissing her neck lightly with his lips. She felt the denim of his jeans against her naked legs, and longed to feel him inside her.

He retrieved something from his suitcase, and she felt herself being blindfolded; the material was unfamiliar, physically it felt like a thick plastic wrap, but it was entirely opaque. He wrapped it around her head covering her eyes, careful to ensure that she could breathe well through her nose. He leaned into her and said lightly, “This next won’t be entirely comfortable for you.”

She felt him fasten a tight loop around her waist with a thicker rope. Then he took her left calf in his hands, and she was puzzled. He raised her leg off the ground, so that that she was standing with all her weight on her right leg.  He looped a rope around her left ankle and fastened it to the loops around her waist, leaving her standing balanced on her right foot, her left foot bound upward and behind her, heel near her waist. It was a difficult position to stand in, and she felt aware that her cunt was very exposed.

With the tip of the belt he slapped her labia, just enough to take her breath. Then he stepped back and gave a couple more proper swats to the inner thigh of her right leg, emphasizing her vulnerability. Because of the gag, she was almost silent, though breathing heavily.

He embraced her for a long moment, his arms wrapped around her torso, resting lightly on her ass. “You’re wonderful,” he said softly. “And now…” he trailed off.

He released his hold on her, and she could hear him undressing, the sound of fingers on buttons, then on a zipper, and the sound of a shirt and then jeans falling to the floor.

She felt his hand on her hips as his cock entered her. She found it overwhelming: her raised arms were sore, her head was bent back, she was focused on supporting herself on her right foot alone, using the rope on her wrists for balance; and his cock was inside her, his hand on her back, pulling himself into her.

She felt an electricity of arousal throughout her body, almost euphoric. Initially he pulled himself into her, slowly, deeply, firmly; this became more frenzied as he slammed himself into her, using the muscles of his arms and his legs for leverage. As her arousal welled up, she realized with a shock – not only hadn’t he given her permission to come - with her gag in, she wasn’t able to ask permission now.

His hands were on her back, and he used this for leverage to pull himself into her, with a slapping sound as their bodies met.

He could tell by the flush on her cheek that she wanted to come. “No, not yet,” he said. “I want you to wait.” 

She tried to ease the urge to come, by thinking about the discomfort in her feet and legs, the one supporting her weight, the other bound uncomfortably to her waist.  She felt the energy in her cunt spread; she was able to forestall her orgasm for the moment; and she felt the pent-up energy of the pending orgasm move through the rest of her body, an electricity she’d never experienced before – it was intense, momentarily unfocusing.

The feeling of him driving into her brought her attention back to the moment.  She could feel that his arms were pulling him more firmly into her, and she knew from this that he was about to come.

His orgasm was long, and satisfying. With his hands now on her ass, he held her firmly against him, still inside her.  He kissed her eyes, or, more accurately, where he knew her eyes were beneath the covering that still obscured her vision.

“Mmm,” he sighed. “Magnificent.  I’d been daydreaming about having you this way for some time.”

He untied her foot so that she could regain her balance, let the blood flow return to normal in her legs.  Then he untied her hair, gently easing her head back to its normal position, massaging her neck lightly. 

Then he removed the blindfold and gag.  He appreciated the softness in her eyes, a mixture of gladness at pleasing him, curiosity of what else he had planned, and eagerness for him to give her release in orgasm.  Her jaw was a bit sore from the gag, it felt good to close her mouth.

He traced his fingers along her ribs and up her arms, still bound above her, appreciating her body.  He got a cup of water, gave her a small sip, then another, and another; then took a long draught himself.

He removed the line that bound her wrists to the eye hook, and her wrists almost without volition came down to her waist after having been above her head for some time.

He embraced her again, kissed her deeply, hand wrapped in her hair.  “Of course, I’m not done with you. Far from it.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and moved her into a kneeling position on the floor. She licked and kissed his feet, relaxed, unhurried.  He enjoyed watching her, naked, obedient, peaceful, head down, ass in the air.

As he began to feel his cock getting hard again, he moved her head upward. She licked his ass for some time. He rested his hands around her neck and collar, not choking her, but with enough pressure that she was very aware of their presence and location. Somehow with his hands around her neck she felt both very safe and very owned, simultaneously.

He moved her head from his ass and moved her closer, so he could fuck her throat.  He enjoyed the image of her head in his hands, sliding up and down on his cock.

But he didn’t want to finish in her mouth.  “Climb up on the bed”, he said softly, and guided her onto her forearms and knees, facing the headboard, wrists still bound together but otherwise with free limbs.

“I’d like to give you some marks that will last for a while, I think they’ll be pretty, and I like the thought that you’ll see them for a few days.”

He attached a leather leash to her collar, and placed the end of the leash between her teeth. “You may bite down on this.”

She saw him retrieve a pale bamboo cane, less than a centimeter diameter, a bit more than a foot and a half long.

“Nnnmm!” She vocalized with surprise at the first stroke, almost dropping the leash from her mouth, not expecting it to sting so much.  She twitched a bit on her knees and elbows. She wished she were more tightly bound: that would make it easier for her to relax, without having to focus on staying in position for the coming blows.

The second one was harder, stung more, but she was more ready.  With the third, her eyes began to form tears, and with the fourth, fifth, the tears ran.  She knew he didn’t want her to sob, but she feared she was close.  The skin on her ass burned from the cane.  The endorphins came then, and the pain receded a bit into the background. “Good girl,” he said. 

With his fingers he traced the red lines of the cane marks along her ass.

Then she felt his hand on her cunt, first lightly around her labia, then rubbing her clit.  She felt the wave of electricity return from before, and again she felt her orgasm approaching.

“You’re to wait for me,” he said. She felt his hands on her, holding her ass cheeks apart, applying lube.

He entered her ass slowly; this no longer took her breath away, the way it once did.  He began fucking her, first gently, then firmly as his excitement grew.  He wrapped his belt around her waist, and used it to pull himself into her.

The feeling of his hips driving along the caned skin of her ass made the endorphins rush to he head. While his hand was no longer on her clit still the overall feeling of stimulation was overwhelming.

“Please sir, may I come now?” she half-whispered, short of breath.  He waited some long seconds, focused on the feeling of his cock in her ass, and with a guttural voice he managed “you may.” Her orgasm was long and hard; it began before his, and ended after his, and when it was over she had to rest her face and head on her wrists.

He withdrew from her ass, and lay along the bed.  He took the leash from her mouth, moved her to lie alongside him.  He stroked the skin on her back.

After a couple minutes, she moved her head between his legs, licked his cock, sucked it gently, as it lost its erection post orgasm.  She remembered how initially it felt uncomfortable for her to do that, and now with him it felt natural, an act of particular intimacy, which she knew moved him.

He smiled at her. “Lovely.” He stroked her face, neck, hair.

After some time she relaxed, and rested her head next to his hips and belly. 

He looped the leash to the headboard, knotting it casually. While the leash had slack, and she had full range of motion for sleep, or for his enjoyment in the night, she appreciated the feeling of attachment to his bed.

He turned out the light, kissed her. “Goodnight,” he said.

“Goodnight, sir.  Thank you for tonight, I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too. More tomorrow. Now, to sleep.”