Anna was very nervous when she got out of the cab at the theatre-house. There was a party planned that night, though she didn’t know the details of it. It was where she had planned to meet Erik. They had been chatting for several months now on a special dating site, they shared some of the same… interests. They hadn’t really spoken of what would happen tonight when they first met, not making any promises, nor setting any boundaries, they would just see how things went.
Erik had suggested this party and said he was sure she’d enjoy it. She had put on a fine red dress fitted to her waist, with a skirt only barely covering the hem of her stockings. Her high-heeled shoes clacked on the tiles as she went through the front door to the reception. ‘Are you miss Anna de Souza?’ The man behind the counter asked her before she could say anything. It seemed Erik had something special planned for this first date, so she followed the man’s instructions to go through a side-door.
She found herself backstage of the theatre-room, accompanied by a couple of other girls who were nervously chatting away. Behind the curtains she heard the noise of many men talking. Before she could ask anyone what was going on, a woman at the curtains beckoned her. ‘What is your name darling?’
‘Anna, Anna de Souza.’ She replied.
The woman searched through a pile of envelopes until she found one with her name on it. ‘Perfect.’ She said. ‘Up you go.’ And she pushed Anna through the curtains on stage with the envelope in hand. A large standing audience was in the room and applauded her entry, she blushed uncertainly , walked to the host and handed over the envelope.
He smiled at her and then turned to the audience. ‘Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you…’ he looked at the envelope, ‘miss Anna de Souza.’ The crowd looked at her and she waved at them nervously while the man opened the envelope. ‘Miss Anna is from London and she likes…’ A list of hobbies and interests followed that Anna had listed on her online profile. The information must’ve come from Erik she realised. ‘Let’s start the bidding.’ He said, and suddenly numbered placards were being raised in the audience. With a deep blush she suddenly realised she was in an auction, some charity most probably. She had heard of the like before, you’d bid on a girl – who normally volunteered – and the highest bid would win a date with her, the money of that bid would go to the charity.
She blushed the entire time as the price for a date with her went up and up. She wondered what Erik had in store for her, was he going to buy her at auction? The thought excited her a lot, knowing his erotic fantasies he wouldn’t consider she was just auctioning of a date. Lately she had been telling Erik that she felt she could trust him, joking that she would let him do anything he wanted if they ever met. He had been the responsible one that suggested a normal date first. But perhaps by telling him that she wanted no boundaries set she had finally provoked him too far.
‘And miss Anna will accompany the man in the back with number seventeen.’ Anna looked up and found the man holding that number. She recognized him immediately from his online pictures. While getting of the stage and approaching him she realised he hadn’t been bragging when he told her he had money, the bids on her had gone higher than she’d imagined.
Erik smiled at her when she approached him. Nice to finally meet you Sir.’ She said. It didn’t feel strange addressing him so at all, she’d been using that title for months in their online conversations.
‘It is nice meeting you too my dear.’ He replied. He offered his arm and she took it. ‘Come on, lets get out of here, I paid enough for you to not want to waste any time tonight.’ And he guided her outside. They walked to a small parking area at the back of the building, where his car was parked. She walked to the passengers door, but he stopped her. ‘Oh no my little slave-girl, that’s not where you belong.’ She blushed as he addressed her so where anyone could hear, and he walked around the car to her. He opened the door to the back seat and told her to take off her dress. Blushing she looked around, but the parking lot was dark and empty. With a sense of excitement and danger she pulled of her dress as he rummaged through a bag on the back seat of the car. He took the dress from her and put it in the back, in his hands he was holding a length of red soft silk rope. Her breath caught and she suddenly felt uncertain. ‘Your shoes, stockings and underwear too, everything comes off.’ He said and she had been so used to listening to his online instructions that she started to fully undress herself in the middle of the parking lot without questioning. When she stood there naked she felt more exited than she’d ever been, as if she really had just been bought at a slave auction. He stepped behind her and bound her hands behind her back by her wrists. He then let her sit on the back seat before tying her legs together at her ankles and thighs. Unable to move she let him push her on her side so she was lying on the back seat as he tied a rope between her ankles and wrists.
‘It’s a big car.’ He said. ‘No-one should be able to see you here in the back, unless it’s a truck driver. Now chance is that I live close to an industrial site, so we will see many of those. That’s why I’m going to have to make sure you don’t scream for help at them.’ And he picked a roll of red tape from the back and stuck a piece across her lips. Anna breathed heavily through her nose, at the same time exited and scared. She did trust that it was all still just a play, but that didn’t mean her body didn’t react to the circumstances. But Erik was a professional and set her at ease quite easily.
‘Don’t worry my dear Anna.’ He said. ‘We’re just having some fun, I even have something to make the ride more enjoyable for you.’ And he picked a large white vibrator from the bag. Anna moaned softly as he pushed it between her tied legs, all the way to her pussy. She was wet with excitement and he slid it inside her easily. ‘I’m putting it on the lowest level, just for your enjoyment, but you’re not allowed to cum, is that understood?’ All she could do was nod as she felt it vibrating inside of her.
Erik closed the door and she heard him walk around his car before he got behind the wheel. He adjusted his rear-view mirror so he could look at her and started the car. In her position she couldn’t see more than the car seat in front of her, every time she heard the heavy engine of a truck she wondered if someone could see her, tied up in the back of this car, but even if she’d known, there was nothing she could do about it. When they finally arrived at their destination she was soaking wet from excitement and doing everything she could not to cum with that vibrator purring away inside her.
The car door opened and Erik untied the rope between her wrists and ankles, he then removed the rope that bound her legs and freed her of the vibrator. Unashamed his hands groped her soaking wet pussy, she moaned. ‘Did you cum little slave?’ She shook her head and he smiled. ‘Good.’ He tied the rope to her wrists and stood back. ‘Out you come.’ He said. And carefully she left the car. She looked around and saw that they were on a driveway. A large hedge blocked the view from the street and she was happy to realise no-one would be able to see her. Erik walked up to the big mansion, pulling her behind him.
Inside he dropped the bag on a table near the door while she looked around, it was positively huge. ‘Your clothes are in the bag.’ He said. ‘But you’re not going to need those any more tonight.’ He walked away and she was still forced to follow her with the rope. When they entered what must have been the living quarters he finally untied her. She rubbed he wrists that had gotten sore and looked around. ‘I’ve prepared everything for you.’ He said. ‘You will sit over there until you’re needed.’ He pointed at a high bar chair that was placed in the middle of the room. She noticed it had been placed so that where-ever he was, he would be able to look at her, sitting, naked and waiting for his orders. She walked towards the chair. ‘Not yet!’ He said, and she stopped. ‘Over there,’ he said, pointing at a low wooden table with a leather padded top, ‘is where you will be punished if you misbehave.’ She blushed and waited. He walked to the large sofa and gestured her to come, he stood behind it and said ‘bend over it.’ Obediently she bent over the back, her bottom up in the air. He stepped behind her and lifted her by her hips until she was no longer standing, but dangling over the back. He pulled her legs apart and his hands felt inside her wet hot pussy. ‘It seems I did well in preparing you with that toy in the car. All I want of you know is to stay still.’ She heard him unzip his pants and suddenly felt his cock against her, slowly sliding inside her. ‘Don’t move.’ He said again as she moaned, and his hands grabbed her ass. She realised he was only using her for his own pleasure, like she was a little slave he had just bought, the vibrator had just been there to make her wet enough for easier penetration. She blushed deeply as she was used, embarrassed and ashamed, but at the same time excited about her fantasy that was finally coming through. He fucked her hard and fast, not caring if it hurt her, but that all just made it more exciting for her. When she moaned he squeezed her bum and told her: ‘you’re not allowed to cum young lady, so don’t even think about it.’ She bit her lips and did her best to contain herself while he used her body for his own pleasure. She finally felt him cum inside of her, before stepping away and leaving her hanging there. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to stay or go to her chair.
‘That was good.’ He said. ‘I’m glad you are able to contain yourself. Tonight has been a very arousing night for me, I didn’t need any more distractions. But next time I’ll want to see if you can be more than just a toy, I want you to be a willing slave. I’ll want you to do your best and show me you like pleasuring me. For now you can sit on your chair until I need you again. If you want you can pleasure yourself then.’
Anna quickly went to her chair. She saw Erik had taken some tissues to clean himself up, but that privilege wasn’t for her and she felt his juices, mixed with her own, dripping down between her legs. Erik was looking at her when she sat high up on that chair, waiting. She blushed as he kept looking when she pushed her fingers between her legs. He came closer, staring at her watching her pleasure herself. He had done that before, through a web-cam, never this close, never his hands teasingly touching her breast just for a second. She started swaying on the chair as she was nearing an orgasm, her fingers moving rapidly. She could feel his breath at her ear as he stood behind her looking down over her shoulder at how she was playing with herself. With a loud series of moans she finally reached an orgasm, almost falling off the chair, only saved by his catching arms. He held her for a while, until she was able to sit up by herself again.
She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there now. Erik had turned on his TV while he was working on something. He said he liked the background noise, but she suspected it was for her, to make her position just a little more comfortable. He had gotten a phone call from work, he probably hadn’t planned on actually letting her sit on that chair for long periods of time, but he couldn’t change the rules he had set because of this minor inconvenience.
When he finally turned off the computer he had been working on, occasionally glancing at her, her legs felt sticky with the dried up juices and her bottom numb from sitting still that whole time. ‘Get up,’ he said. ‘I hadn’t planned on working today, so I guess it’s your job now to get me into the mood again.’ He approached her as she stood in front of the chair and his fingers caressed her body. He went over her breasts, pinching her nipples, and down her body, over the little hairs above her pussy to her legs. Her moans weren’t faked as his hands got round to her bottom. The second time they reached her thighs however he frowned. ‘What is this?’ He asked and she felt him rubbing at the sticky dried up juices he had left there earlier. He looked down at her with an angry look in his eyes. ‘Miss Anna, I expect my slave to be in perfect condition. She needs to be clean and fresh every time I want her. Do you understand? Not still dirty and smelly from the last time I used her.’
Anna blushed, she hadn’t cleaned herself because she had thought she wasn’t allowed to use his tissues. She felt embarrassed that he called her dirty and smelly even though it had been his own doing. ‘Yes Sir, I understand, I’m sorry.’
‘Sorry doesn’t work around here. Sorry is for little girls, not for little slaves.’ Go wash yourself and then report for your punishment. He pointed towards the kitchen at the end of the living quarters and Anna ran there. She found a wet dish towel and used it to wipe away the stickiness between her legs. She blushed embarrassingly when she noticed him looking at her while she cleaned herself. She cleaned her thighs she rubbed the wet towel across her legs and bottom as well to make sure there wasn’t any trace left. When she took a dry one to dry herself of however, Mike told her ‘leave that, I said clean, not dry.’ And he walked back, to that table with the leather padding he had shown her before. She quickly followed.
It was long and rectangular, he made her sit astride it, it was at the perfect height that when she rested with her knees and elbows on the floor, the table supported her body, the soft leather pressing between her legs. The table tilted slightly forward, so that her bottom was up higher than her head, unable to close her legs she was fully exposed to him. There were leather cuffs on the side of the table and Erik secured these around her upper arms and just above her knees. She couldn’t possibly get away.
She breathed deeply. A spanking punishment had always been a major part in her fantasies about being a slave girl. Erik had ordered her to self-spank in front of her camera numerous times. When he was sure she was strapped in securely he stepped over her, standing astride, with her body between his legs. He bent over and grabbed her wet bottom in his hands and started smacking her. Good hard smacks, this wasn’t an erotic spanking between boyfriend and girlfriend, but a punishment from a master to his slave. She groaned and squealed as his hands relentlessly came down, offering no pause, no reassuring rub, just one smack after the other. She struggled in her constrains, not able to get away, not even able to kick her legs as her bottom turned hot and red.
Suddenly he stepped away and let her bottom rest. She heard him walk away and open a chest. He had always told her about his love for implements and she knew she was going to experience at least one of them now. He walked in front of her, teasing her with a look of the implement that was about to be used on her sorry bottom. She gasped as she recognized his favourite implement. A flogger, a long sturdy handle with a dozen long thick straps of leather attached to it. He walked behind her and everything was quiet until the flogger hit her bottom at full force. She cried out as she felt the sting at a dozen different places at once. And again when it hit her bottom again right after. She had seen him demonstrate his tactic on web-cam, only without a bottom present. With short circular movements of his wrists the little whips on the flogger spun through the air, passing her bottom again and again. The motion didn’t make them land at full force like that first smack, but the repeated hits one after the other, across her entire bottom was more than she could take. She moaned and groaned as her bottom felt on fire. It was different from the hard smacks of a hand or any other implement she had tried on herself, it was only skin-deep, but everywhere at once and almost no pause between impact. He moved down a bit and she felt the tips of the flogger now also licking her thighs and the occasionally lost whip between her legs made her squeal. When he finally stopped her bottom was on fire and tears were on her cheeks. I’m sorry master, I’ve learned my lesson, I truly have.’ She told him and he smiled.
‘I know you have little girl.’ And he undid the cuffs that held her down. She stood up and rubbed her bottom, her hands felt hot and rough on the skin, but she couldn’t stop herself. He picked up the box of tissues and she used one hand the dry the tears on her cheeks, she didn’t want him to spank her again, definitely not for the same reason. ‘Now that you’re all clean and punished, time to continue where we left of.’
She remembered that he had wanted her to get him in the mood again, but she didn’t think she was able to act sexy and willing right after he had punished her like that. But when he took her naked body in his arms, pulling away her hands from her bottom and replacing them with his own, pulling her against him, she felt she could. She put her arms around him, hooking her legs around him. She gasped as he lifted her by her bottom, the stinging sensation almost drowning the arousal she had started to feel, but as he carried her to the sofa the pain no longer was a hindrance, instead it was part of the experience, from now on she realised, sex would never be without pain again.
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The end
