Free Submission in Seattle by Jack Quaiz

the edge.  The handsomely built oak headboard contained some
closed cupboards and several metal fittings that looked suspiciously like
bondage points.  Glancing up at the ceiling, she suppressed a smile when she
noticed the large eye screws embedded in the ceiling at various places.  She
tried not to appear too curious, in case her Master objected.
     
    “Lie on the bed,
face up, in the center,” he ordered.  Taking two pieces of soft rope, he
carefully tied each wrist to the headboard with non-tightening knots.  He then
wrapped lengths of rope several times around each ankle to distribute the
pressure without causing discomfort.   He did not fasten the free ends to
anything just yet.
     
    “Be quiet now and
just enjoy, Little One. I certainly intend to enjoy you,” Cole said as he stood
up to undress.
     
    She took advantage
of the opportunity to study his nude, muscular form in the dim light.   She
knew exactly what she wanted and it was terribly hard to wait.
     
    With her arms
securely fastened about three feet apart to the headboard, Monica could only
lie there and allow her Master to explore her body, which would reveal to him
her most private sexual responses.  She tried not to writhe her hips as Master
kissed her flat stomach around her navel and hip bones.  With a great effort
she was able to hold nearly still while he gave her breasts the most
professional stimulation she had ever experienced.  When he finally removed his
mouth and hands from her glowing teats she would have sworn that they were
steaming from the inner heat.
     
    Monica was afraid
she might faint from extreme sexual desire and she was sure that she would die
if he touched her rock hard nipples again, but still she kept nearly silent.
Only when Master began tying her ankles to the headboard did she start to make
a strange repetitive moaning sound as she imagined what might come next.
     
    When her legs were
pulled all the way back and spread as wide as possible, her Master placed a
pillow under her head so that she had a direct view of her own cunt.  The
strain of the unusual position was not as bad as she would have imagined, but
the sight of her own erect nipples and gaping cuntlips was a visual stimulus
that only increased her sexual tension.  Her hood of her clitoris appeared to
be much larger than normal and she wondered if it could possibly return to its
regular size.
     
    Cole wondered if
she was going to hyperventilate as he eased himself down on the bed and applied
his tongue to her swollen clit.  He disliked going down on women who weren’t
shaved, but the sight of a sweet shaved cunt on a restrained woman brought out
the cunnilingist in him.  Dominant or not, he had been taught long ago that a
gentleman always makes sure the lady comes first and old habits are hard to
break.  He made himself stop periodically to prevent her from coming too soon.
     
    He expected a
woman with her pelvic structure to be rather large inside, so he was somewhat
surprised to find that she was very tight.  He used his tongue and fingers for
a long time to make sure she was as well lubricated as possible. 
     
    Eventually, Monica
had the first of many orgasms.  She felt that she was being forced to come.  It
would have been impossible for her to resist.  She closed her eyes so that she
couldn’t see Master doing that shameful thing to her private place.  Most of
her boyfriends had not been willing to do that because they thought it was
dirty or disgusting.  It seemed that Master was doing it simply because he
enjoyed it.  What better way to control his little slut than by forcing her to
come in a most unladylike manner, with her legs spread wide and unable to
move.  She felt so humiliated, so slutty, that there was no longer any point
trying to pretend that she was anything more than a simple whore, a sex object
to be used for her Master’s pleasure.  Each climax was stronger than the last.
     
    Cole kept his
right hand on her