Bound

He bound my wrists with the restraints and laid me across the bed with my hands hanging off the side. He readied the belt, turning it in his hands. Before he began, I called him over to me with my quiet plea: "Daddy?" He crouched on the bed next to me and brushed my hair out of my eyes.

"Yes Kitten?"

"Are you mad at me?," I cried, embarassed by the tears that feel from my eyes. We had had a minor disagreement hours earlier, but I was worried that he was still upset with me.

"Of course not," he murmured. "I'm not mad at you. It's just time for your spanking. You're overdue."

I nodded. I had been desperate for him to hurt me lately.

"Do you trust me?" His eyes were calm, steady.

"Yes," I said immediately and he gently pushed my forehead down toward the mattress. He stood behind me and paused.

Suddenly, he brought the belt down, harder than I had thought possible. He struck the bed inches from my body. I jumped and squealed in fear as he slammed the belt down onto the bed on my other side. I shook with the shock of it.

"Are you ready to count to ten for me Kitten?" I nodded reluctantly and gathered my courage. "Ten across your ass to start."

He began beating me hard, not as hard as he had hit the bed but the threat of the increased impact hung over me. He worked my ass and my back and the backs of my legs. He took a moment to marvel over how red he had made my ass and at the welts on my back, then he turned me over onto my back.

He bound my ankles together with the belt and got out the vibrator and the anal plug. He lifted my ankles and inserted the plug into me, deep into my ass in one quick movement. "Keep your legs up," he ordered as he propped the vibrator against my slit. "Don't move a muscle," he said and off he went in search of something.

I stayed very still, trying not to squirm from the sensations in my pussy and my ass. He returned a few minutes later with a scarf. As he moved toward my head, he picked up the panties he had discarded on the floor hours before. He stuffed the panties in my mouth before tying the scarf around my eyes and practically wrapping my entire head in fabric in the process.

The rest is a blur. Bound and ordered not to move, rendered mute from the panties in my mouth and with my head swaddled, my senses were a blur. I recall the feeling of the plug being slowly pulled out and reinserted, the feeling of the vibrator being pushed into my pussy, filling me up, his fingers twisting my nipples, moaning through the fabric, screaming.

And the release, oh god the release. What I had been craving for days, dreaming about, scheming about. He drew my orgasm out of me until every last ounce of agitation had drained from my body. Every part of me that cried out for pain was now silent, tamed for the moment.

Demonstration

I bought a small metal clip for my wrist restraints to make it easier to hook them together. Without the clip, He has to loop the leather straps as he fastens them onto my wrists and it is sometimes uncomfortable for me.

I explained the clip to him over the phone, but I don't think he got what I was talking about. Later, when we were hanging out at my apartment, I demonstrated the clip and the cuffs for him.

"See, I just fasten each cuff individually," I showed him my wrists.

"Yes?," he encouraged.

"And then the clip hooks onto these metal loops," I continued as I fastened my wrists together in front of my face.

"Yes, I see," he nodded.

"And if you want to change position, you can just un-clip and re-clip. Here, clip them behind my back. See how easy?"

"Oh, yes, I see," he nodded, eyes sparkling, devilish smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

Oh shit, I thought, he knew what he was doing all along. I started inching away from him. "Okay, well, I was just going to show you, so...," I trailed off as he pulled me to him.

"Oh, you were just going to show me?," he teased.

"Yes, it was a demonstration and I didn't think...," I ditzed.

"You didn't think. Kitten, you should know me better than that," he laughed as he pushed me down onto the bed.

Ownership

After He put the wrist restraints on me, binding my arms behind my back, he put me down on my knees beside the bed. I had been unfocused and stressed about several things that day, so he held my face and talked to me before he even started touching my body.

"Kitten, what are you going to focus on right now?," he asked slowly.

"You," I breathed as I looked up at him.

"That's right. Just focus on me, on pleasing me, just focus on my cock," he lectured as he angled my head down toward his cock. He held my face a couple of inches from his cock and forced me to look right at it. "Tell me what you're focusing on."

"Your cock."

"Good girl," he said and brought my face back up to look at him. "You're going to take a lot for me tonight, aren't you?"

I nodded. My breathing was already slowing. The initial panic and helplessness that I felt when he locked my arms behind my back was ebbing away. I felt myself sinking into a place of deep calm. I looked steadily into his eyes. I didn't blink.

He pulled me up over his lap where I flailed for a minute until I caught my balance. He lifted my red nightie up over my ass and pulled the matching thong panties down. He began hitting my ass hard with his hand. He spanked one ass cheek and then the other, alternating sides and pausing to see if I would react or try to avoid the blows. He even faked like he was going to spank my right ass cheek, only to pull his hand back right before impact, but I didn't flinch. I just stretched out over his lap and waited with my head down against the mattress.

He pushed me back down to my knees on the floor and felt between my legs. I was extremely wet from the spanking. He smeared his wet fingers over my lips and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices off of them while I looked up into his eyes. I was waiting.

He suddenly pulled me to my feet and slapped my face before pushing me onto my back on the bed. I squirmed for a minute because my arms were uncomfortable. "Lie still," he seethed and I immediately stopped moving. He picked up my wet panties and put them into my mouth

"Open your legs," he commanded and smacked my thigh for emphasis. I opened them as he knelt over me. He stroked my hair with one hand and then suddenly smacked my exposed pussy with the other. I gasped with the sting and instinctively pulled my legs closed. "Open, now," he ordered. I obeyed, thinking he would touch me nicely, maybe let me come? But no, he smacked my pussy harder this time and before I could close my legs, he smacked it again.

"You're my bound-up little slut tonight, aren't you? Totally at my mercy?," he asked. He wasn't waiting for my response. He smacked my pussy again twice, the blows coming in quick succession. "Relax, Kitten. I won't hit your little pussy again. Open," he said as he pried my legs open. I relaxed, breathed.

Then he hit my pussy again. "Okay, maybe once more," he chuckled to himself.

He took the panties out of my mouth and knelt over my face, pushing his cock deep down my throat. "Look at you, you are totally helpless. You can't even move if I choke you, can you?," he taunted and pushed deeper down my throat. But I was calm. I wasn't choking. I was looking up at him. His cock was pushing on the back of my throat and I was breathing steadily. I couldn't move if I wanted to. If I needed to get out from under him, I wouldn't be able to do it. But I didn't want to move or get away. I wanted to be right there, with his weight pushing down on me, with his cock deep in my mouth.

He laid down next to me, brushing my hair out of my face. "You're right here with me, aren't you?," he asked, holding my face. "What are you feeling right now?"

I didn't even have to think or hesitate. "Owned," I said.

"What does being owned feel like, Kitten?"

"Safe, controlled." I was somewhere else, somewhere where I could only feel his touch and could only see his eyes. The bedroom was floating in the middle of space. Nothing existed outside the four walls, not time, not anything.

He could see it in my eyes. He shook his head in wonder, as if he couldn't believe the place we had reached together. He climbed in between my legs and slid deep into me. He fucked me hard with my legs around his waist, pounding deep into me but keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

"I love you," he moaned desperately as he came and the tears started running down my face.

"I love you," I whispered, feeling him slide his arms under my body, taking some of the pressure off of my sore shoulders. He lifted me up to a sitting position and unbuckled the cuffs. He held me close to his chest, rocking me slowly. I laid my head on his shoulder. "Good girl," he whispered over and over again. "My good girl..."

Restraints

He let me pick out my own restraints. I pointed shyly to a pair of black leather wrist cuffs that interlock and have metal rings. He fingered the rings and mused out loud how he could tie me to something with the rings. I had imagined these exact cuffs in my fantasies and almost couldn't believe that I was holding them in the store. He bought them and handed me the bag with that look in his eyes that says he has plans for me.

At home later, he fastened my wrists in front of my face and held me close to him, practically growling in anticipation. He put me on my stomach on the bed and started touching my pussy from behind while I squirmed against him, arms tight in front of me. He pulled me up onto my knees and started fucking me from behind. I couldn't control his thrusts against me and I fell forward, unable to get away from his grasp.

Quickly, he had me on my back and was on top of me, roughly forcing my knees apart with his hips. He pushed my arms above my head and held them there, leaning his weight on my wrists.

He fucked me hard and demanded, "Does it hurt, does it?"

"No," I shook my head and tried to bear up under him. I tried to be brave. I was such a fool.

"Wrong answer," he growled and fucked me harder. "Does it hurt now?"

"Yes, yes it hurts!" I gasped, barely able to keep taking his violent thrusts.

"Good," and he let up for a moment, just long enough to lean over me and whisper in my ear, "I want to break you."