At the request of my Sir...

If you didn't read my last post, please read it first as its a lead into tonight's post. At the request of my Sir I've finished up my dream here....enjoy.


He crosses the room and opens the top drawer on our toy chest, the one that contains all my favorites. All varieties of nipple clips, and chains, labia clips, handcuffs, shackles, and the like. Just what was he going to pull out. I whimper slightly when I see the one thing I hoped it wouldn't be. A blindfold. "Sir" my voice quivers again. "SHhhhhhhh...." he comes up behind me, "quiet now babygirl, you have a lesson to learn," he whispers in my ear as he wraps the black cloth around my eyes and ties it behind my head. Before I can catch my bearings he's there pressed against my back, his hands rough against my breasts, alternating between a firm squeeze and a gentle caress. Focusing for a few moments on my rock hard nipples I can feel his cock pressing against my back through his jeans. And I want it, but I know better than to say anything.

He pulls his left hand away and I feel him reach between us his hand slipping into his front pocket. Then I hear the chain in his hand, and a chill comes over me as he steps back, and comes around me...I can hear his steps, feel the heat of his body close to mine, but no matter how hard I strain to get near to him, I can't escape my cuffs. There is silence in the room. Anticipation, and not knowing getting the better of me, and I moan softly. Which was the wrong thing to do, I felt a sudden smack of the crop on my left ass cheek and then before I get a chance to catch my breath he clips the cold metal clamps onto my nipples, the ones attached with a medium weight chain, that pulls and tugs at my nipples as I move. "Now, babygirl, you will tell me how we answer the phone here."

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call" I whisper a catch in my throat, a hesitation that doesn't go unnoticed. There is a slap of his large hands on my right ass cheek, and a hard tug on the chain between my nipples. "Was that the way we should answer the phone, babygirl?" " NO Sir!" I gasp. "Would you like to try again lover?" His voice is soft in my ear as his hand slips between my legs and brushes against my dripping pussy. Moaning softly, " Yes...Yes Sir"

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call," I said more clearly, and professionally. Hoping this is the answer he desires, so that he'll fill my desire. "Much better babygirl, now am I going to need to have this talk with you again?" Biting my lip I'm not sure how to answer, I know that it'll happen again, I'll see him working, deep in concentration, and watching him move I'll be distracted by the desire to be with him. "Sir, I can't promise that this will be the last time" I can hear the displeasure in his breathing......and I hear him walking away. The door opens. Closes. And he's gone, or is he?

- HBD