Part 1 of 5

We are sitting across the table from one another and he just looks at me. I know that look and it means I’m in trouble. My eyes widen and he smirks because he knows he’s about to enjoy what comes next and I have no idea what is about to happen.

He stands and walks over to me never losing eye contact. He looks down at me and commands me to get up in a tone I know I should not disobey. I stand, still holding eye contact with him. I can feel the sadistic thoughts pouring out from him and I try to sheepishly look away. He won’t let me and grabs my face forcing me to look at him again.

He smiles and drops his hand from my face. I can still feel where his finger tips have been along my jawline. I was preoccupied by that thought and in one swift move he’s behind me with his hand clasping the back of my neck. He whispers into my ear while heavy breathing... “Are you ready?”.

I can already feel myself getting wet in spite of the fact I’m a little scared about what he’s about to do to me. I nod and he pulls my head back, “address me properly" he says and I answer him quickly “yes sir". His grip tightens and he forces me out of the dining room, along the corridor and into his bedroom. He stops for a split second almost like he was gathering his thoughts then undresses me and throws me onto the bed. He then orders “Don’t you dare move one muscle” as he hastily rummages through his drawer. He finds what he was looking for and pulls it out but I don’t see it.

“Close your eyes" he tells me and then he slips something onto my head and over my eyes. It’s a blindfold, now I know I’m in trouble for sure. I stay perfectly still as I hear him go back into his drawers. I anxiously wait for him to finish what he’s doing not daring to say a word.

After what feels like an eternity and lots of clattering he takes hold of both of my wrists and guides me from the bed. He get me in place and pulls both of my arms out and above my head. “Keep them there" he instructs me. “Yes sir" I reply once more. I feel something slide around my left wrist and then it tightens. The same again on my right. I am now unable to move as my wrists are tied to some rope hanging from the ceiling but he’s not done.

“Spread them" hearing this makes me even more wet. The anticipation is building inside of me. I do as I’m told and he ties more rope to each of my ankles making it impossible for me to close my legs again. Even though I can’t see I can still feel his eyes looking me up and down. He then declares “this is going to be fun" through a growl.

He comes close to me, so close I can feel his breath on my exposed skin. I jump slightly as his finger tips brush against my inner thigh. He then traces his fingers up until he ever so slightly grazes my soaking wet pussy. He chuckles pulling his fingers away from me. I hear a sucking noise, he groans then he says “You taste amazing”. In that moment I feel the wetness flow down my legs. He then spanks my pussy with his hand and grasps it, I gasp and wince a little because it stings more when I’m so wet.

He begins to explain some of what’s going to happen to me. “You will be tied here until I say otherwise, if you need the bathroom you must call for Sir to ask permission. I will not stop any of what I am doing to you unless you use your safe word. You remember your safe word don’t you baby girl?” I nod my head “Yes Sir" I respond. Sir asks me “Well tell me what is it?” “Red Sir, my safe word is red.”