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	She arrived home after a hard day at work, she was tired, and it had been a long hard day of meetings, trying to get others to accept her ideas for the new project. It had gone well, the reluctance that was shown had slowly evaporated as the day had gone on. Enthusiasm for her ideas had grown. It had been a good day, but she was glad it was over. She put her bag down on the table and stretched her shoulders; her neck and back were so tense. By the time she reached the kitchen she had left a trail of shoes, jacket, phone, watch and earrings. The kettle on, she started looking as to what to prepare for the evening meal. It was already 7.30, and a business lunch meant she was not a bit hungry, but He would be home soon. She smiled inwardly, she loved Him so much, and from the first time they had met she had loved Him. Something caught her eye, keys, His keys. He was home? But His car? It had not been in the drive. “Master” she called out almost out of breath, so eager to see Him and a little confused as to where He was. There was no reply. She moved into the living room and then she saw it, a note on her computer screen. She laughed to herself, the one night she did not go straight to her computer and there was a note waiting for her. Naked Kneeling Outside the bedroom. Total silence at all times. Orders, she smiled, then rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension in her neck. Her head was now aching; did she really want to play? Did she really want what her Master had in mind? Putting the note down she unbuttoned her blouse and let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing the light blue underwear, lacy bra and briefs and matching suspender belt holding up black stockings. Good job they hadn't known about those at the meeting. She reached up and letting her hair loose it fell about her face in a tumble of blonde silk. She moved towards the stairs, but remembered the note had said naked. She had put these underclothes on in the morning, knowing he would see them that night. All day when she had a moment of her own she had imagined stripping off her business suit to revel the baby blue lace, knowing it would please Him. She wanted to go to him as she was, but she was a submissive and as was her nature she submitted to His wishes every time. She stripped naked leaving the pretty bundle of blue lace at the bottom step of the stairs. She ruffled her hair, stretched her arms above her head, trying to ease the tension in her neck, before she knelt by the closed bedroom door. She straightened her back, spread her knees and placed her hands behind her neck, a position she knew her Master approved of. She lowered her eyes and hoped He would not keep her waiting long. Five minutes passed. She straightened her back again, closing her eyes. She was not in any pain but she was starting to get uncomfortable, the tension in her neck now moving down her back. She looked up at the closed door, he was in there she had heard him move. She had wanted to cry out, to jump up and run into his arms. Even after being together for almost 5 years, she still got a knot in her stomach at the thought of him, every time they met up it was like they had been apart for weeks and not just hours. She slumped down, letting her shoulders fall forward, her head bowed and her arms fall onto her lap. She was tired, she did not want this, she wanted a cuddle, and she wanted to rest. A noise from the other side of the door brought her arms back from her lap. Her back straightened, her hands back behind her head, as the door opened she lowered her eyes, the hardest part as she longed to look into his face. She smelt Him. She saw his feet in front of her, the black slippers. She smiled inwardly again. He loved His slippers. A tingle shot through her body as he stroked her hair. He moved behind her and took hold of her wrists and moved her arms down to her side. Then she felt her silver day collar being removed, carefully with love, he kissed her neck, his breath easing off the tension. She smelt the leather, as a play collar with D rings was placed around her neck. A blindfold slipped easily over her eyes and she could feel her breath quickening in anticipation. She felt him move in front of her, his hand slipping between her open, welcoming knees as he stroked her slit. She could smell her own scent. She really did need a shower, but it was not what she wanted that mattered. He took each of her hands in turn and placed thick leather cuffs around the wrists. A tug on her arms indicated that she was to stand and as the blood started flowing back into her legs she felt a tingle and wriggled her toes. Her wrist cuffs were tied behind her back and she felt a lead being snapped onto the D ring at the front of her collar. The tug told her to follow him. A hard slap on her bottom made her gasp. A finger placed quickly on her lips indicated the silence her Master wanted. She feels his breath on her neck as he stands behind her; he gently kisses her neck then lets his teeth play on her skin, just biting enough for her to feel. She tried to keep track of where he is as he moves around the room, straining her ears, trying to gain an indication of what He has in store for her. She need not have wondered long as she feels him take one of her breasts and tweak the already aroused nipple. She feels the pressure increasing as he places the nipple clamp on her right nipple. She feels the cord placed around the base of her breast, and then breathes in as she feels it being pulled tight, then tightened some more. Once this is tied the ends of the cord are attached to side D ring on her collar. She feels the blood rise in her breast, the nipple sending tingles down her body to her clit. She waits expecting the same to happen to the other breast, but no. Again a sharp slap to her buttock. Her cuffs are separated as she is moved to one end of the room. She knows that this is where the beams have the strong ring fittings, so there is no surprise when her right hand is raised above her head and attached to one. Her right breast is now throbbing, the nipple crying in pain. Her legs are pushed apart, and clamps fitted to the inner lips of her cunt, along the right hand side. She starts to realise that the idea is that only half of her is to be played with. Her left hand, is then gently tied to some thing, she is not sure what, but it is at waist height and there is no strain on it…..just to keep it out of the way she thinks. She is left standing with her legs apart, six clamps attached along her the inner right hand lips of her now moist, cunt. Her right arm held high above her head, and her right breast swollen with the tight binds at the base, nipple aching from the clamp. Then she feels it, a sharp sting on her right buttock. She takes a deep breath in. The crop, she recognises the instrument her Master has chosen. Then another sharp pain makes her gasp. Why is He hitting her so hard, so soon, with no warm up? Another and then another hard sharp and stinging. The crop tears into the peachy skin of her right buttock. Her body moves against the harsh strikes, squirming as much as her restraints will allow. “No”, she hears the word slip from her lips as the crop falls harder and heavier then before. Just once. Then all is silent and still. She hears her own breathing heavy and laboured. She feels the sting and tightening of her buttock, all thoughts of her tortured breast now gone. She gasps as she is once more made aware of her right breast as a pin wheel is slowly and forcibly moved over the swollen tit, back and forth, over and over. Her head falls back she wants to beg Him to stop, but she is His s ubmissive, and taking what He gives, brings her such pleasure. As these thoughts enter her mind, the thoughts of submitting to her Masters will, she feels a drip of love juice slowly escape her cunt and slide down her leg. The pin wheel stops and her Master licks the breast sending erotic vibrant pleasure racing through her body, she lets out a gasp and as her Master pulls the nipple clamp off she trips over into an uncontrollable orgasm, her pussy twitching and the love juices freely running down her legs. As she stands trying to get her breathing back to normal, he unties her breast and as the blood rushes back into that tortured gland, she feels the clamps on her cunt lips being pulled off one at a time. She lets out a small cry, and then a louder one, as her Master thrusts three fingers straight into her soaking pussy. He moves them in and out expertly, and she orgasms once more, not able to stop the gasps and whimpers coming from her lips. He stops, and gently unties her right arm from above her head, rubbing her shoulder kissing her neck. Is He going to take her to His bed and make love to her? Her left hand is freed from its position, but she is not moved and the left arm is pulled hard above her head and snapped to the beams. She feels her Masters breath on her neck, as she lets out a little groan. “Silent submissive, you are only half done”, His firm words send a mixture of pleasure and apprehension through her, wanting to submit, wanting the pleasure, wanting the pain knowing what is to come.

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