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I sat on the edge of the bed. My thoughts and emotions in turmoil. What was going to happen in the next hour. Would I be good enough. Were my skills what was in demand. Only time would tell. I was confident in my skills as a bootblack, but was still pretty new and had more to learn. I’ve always been the type that even if you know a lot about something, there is always something more to learn. But it was not just bootblacking, but some rope work as well. I had this deep desire, no it was a deep need, to be tied up. I couldn’t explain it. The need was almost a compulsion I couldn’t shake. I grew ever more nervous as the clock ticked closer to the appointed time.
Sitting here dressed in a lacey black pencil skirt and a low cut button up top that revealed the twin globes of my breasts. When I walked, they shimmied in the black lacy underwire bra I wore. I wished for another cup of coffee but decided to hold off, I was feeling jittery as it was, the cinnamon roll I had eaten earlier for breakfast sat in my stomach churning. Normally I didn’t get this nervous. A glance of myself in the wall mirror made me wonder if I should have put some makeup on. No, it would probably just get messed up, and then have been a waste of time.
A soft knock on the door echoed in the room. Jumping up I tried to slow myself down as I walked over to the door. Once at the door I looked back at my Master who stood next to the bed watching me. Hands on His hips. I pushed down on the door handle and stepped back as I pulled the heavy door open. Standing to the side of the open door, the Man on the other side looked up from the floor and a grin of devilment lit his face. “Wow” he said as he looked me up and down and walked past me into the room and greeted my Master. I watched as the two shook hands and introduced themselves, and turned to close the door.
I walked back into the room and stood waiting. Wondering where the boots were that I was to bootblack, then I looked down and realized, He was wearing them. So, this was not to be a drop off and pick up I surmised. But an on the spot demo of my skills. My nerves kicked up a notch. No pressure there I thought.
He seen the rope I had placed on the hotel bed earlier and walked over to it. I had put together four bundles, the longest being fifty foot. He explained to my Master what He was going to demonstrate on me. Just a basic tie to keep me immobile whenever the need came up. For me the need to be bound would always be there. While He uncoiled the rope He looked me up and down. The devilish gleam in His eyes an indicator of His interest in me. I could see the idea of tying me up was going to please Him immensely.
A shiver of awareness ran up my spine. He had me face away from him and then placed a rope loop over my head and lined it up with my cleavage . Since my back was to him I could not see what exactly He was doing but every now and again I could feel the silky rope gliding over my clothing, I wondered what it would feel like against my skin. Later that evening I would find out. He came around to the front of me and made some more loops and knots, He paused a moment, my gaze captured by His. He took a step closer to me and placed a quick hard kiss on my lips, my startled expression making Him smile as if he had gotten away with something. I waited a heartbeat for my Master to say something about the kiss, this was something we had forgotten to talk about. When nothing was said I assumed it was alright. Sometimes this slave had a hard time remembering everything that needed to be said. This is my biggest fault.
He pulled the rope through a few more intricate knots before He seemed to be satisfied with His handy work and walked back around to my back again. He instructed me to place my hands together behind me and proceeded to loop and tie around my wrists, eventually running the rope through a knot between my shoulder blades, when He pulled to tighten the rope it pulled my hands up so that my fingers pointed toward the ceiling. It felt odd, but not uncomfortable. Next I was told to sit on the bed and to lay back. At first I thought laying back on my bound hands would be uncomfortable, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t. He asked how it felt being tied, was I uncomfortable and were any of my body parts going numb or tingly. I told Him I felt comforted, safe. He looked up and told my Master that this was common. He took the ends of the rope and passed them between my legs and tied them just above my ankles. Reaching up he grabbed the rope knot between my breasts and asked me a question, he had to repeat it twice as he rubbed my sternum. What the question had been I forget. But thinking back it must have had something to do with his belt and was I ready for a spanking with it.“Yes” I told him. When He had tied the rope on my legs He had looked up my skirt and made an appreciative noise at what He had seen. He looked over at my Master and asked if it was ok if He “adjusted” my clothing. Master said yes. He proceeded to undo the buttons of my blouse, almost all of them. Then when my black lace covered breasts were revealed He pulled the fleshy globes out of the bra cups, tweaking the nipples as He did so. I gasped in shocked delight, I hadn’t expected that. He squeezed harder and a moan broke from my lips. I heard a deep rumbling chuckle from him. He was pleased that I liked what He was doing, I felt like squirming but held myself still, which was a bit hard since He pinched the other nipple as well.
He squatted down in front of my legs and pushed the front of my skirt up my thighs. His hands gliding over my skin felt hot. Standing back up He looked at me and asked if I was ready to be rolled over. I told him yes, and he grabbed the knot between my breasts and using his other hand rolled me. My skirt covered ass hung over the edge of the bed. He pushed the skirt up higher and made the comment of loving my panties. They were sheer black with lace on the front.I was amazed at how comfortable I was being tied up. I felt safe and content laying there. My white ass exposed to this man whom I had just met, in person just minutes before. I laid there for a moment wondering what was going on and then He had me look at Him and the belt in His hand, asking me if I was ready for my spanking it was my birthday after all. I was actually relived to see that the belt was made of supple leather, although the grommets for the buckle tongue did give pause for concern, I figured it couldn’t hurt any worse than a rawhide belt which is stiffer and more unforgiving on the edges.
The sting of the first blow took my breath away, but not in a bad way, but in just how fucking good it really felt. More blows landed and I began moaning, feeling the stings on my ass and up and down my thighs, an awesome sensation. I could feel the muscles in my lower body contracting as each blow landed. If this kept up much longer I just might come I thought to myself. Here I was tied up and getting spanked with a belt, it seemed all too soon and it was over. At one point I did almost call the safe word yellow when three blows landed on the same spot. Fuck, that hurt worse than anything. He finished and rolled me back over. I was surprised my ass didn’t hurt more than it did. Later I would notice there weren’t even any marks. I like bruises but sometimes it takes a lot to put them on me. I find bruises a test of courage, a badge of honor. A reminder of how they got there.
He untied my legs but left the rope dangling on me. I was instructed to kneel, oh dear I thought, for me this isn’t very easy to do. Bad knees and all. It took me a moment to figure out how to get on my knees without the use of my hands and not being as bendy and flexible as I once was made it a bit of a challenge as well. I couldn’t go all the way down to a kneel but was up as though standing. He then walked behind me, to the opposite end of the room and instructed me to walk back to him on my knees, this I knew instantly I could not do. My head dropped forward in disappointment. While I knelt there I knew I was stuck. He came back over and helped me to my feet. Not an easy feat on my part since I have no use of my hands or arms for leverage or balance. It seemed my helplessness brought delight to Him. He grabbed the knot on my chest and led me over to the other bed in the room. The one where my own Master lounged watching.He instructed me to lay on the bed cross wise with my head slightly hanging over the end. Pulling up a chair He looked at me as I looked up at him from the edge of the bed. From this perspective his grin looked even more devilish to me. He tapped his belt over each of my nipples causing a hiss to escape my lips. Not an unpleasant sensation, but startling to me. He asked me a few questions and seemed pleased by the answers.
He got up and moved around the bed and sat down next to my hip. Pinching my nipple with one hand and gliding his other down my torso, stomach, to the juncture of my thighs. When I had lain down on the bed he had told me to spread my legs but not to raise my knees. His finger eased down over the slit of my pussy and then parting it and running his finger over my clit. I inhaled a quick breath, it was the lightest of touches. Again his fingers slid over my clit to the opening of my pussy and slipped inside. He repeated this several times just a bit harder and going deeper inside each time. I felt the need to come building deep inside. My muscles tightening all over, if my hands had been free I would have been clutching the bedspread. Sensations built upon sensations, my muscles clamping down on his fingers. He asked me to come for him as he pumped his fingers faster in and out of my pussy, “That’s a good girl” he told me as waves of an orgasm rolled through my body the muscles in my pussy squeezing and not wanting to let his fingers go. He pulled his fingers out and I lay there panting to catch my breath. The twitches of my muscles still firing. A deep sigh left my lips. Contentment. In that moment that is what I felt.By: Flick Her
