Sir Comes To Visit

Sir Comes To Visit

By submissivewife

I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel, glancing quickly at the clock and seeing that I only had three hours left until Sir arrived for his visit. I felt my heart begin to pound at the thought, but quickly pushed it aside as I rushed to put on my panties and bra and then went into my daughter’s room to grab some clothes for her stay at her grandmother’s.

I then went into my son’s room and got his clothes together. Taking them into the kitchen, I dumped then on the counter and went back into my bedroom to grab the overnight bag. When I returned to the kitchen, my daughter walked in, saw her clothes, and asked.

“Mommy where are we going?”

“You are going to spend the night at grandma and grandpa’s,” I explained again for the tenth time.

“Grandpa’s yaaah!” She exclaimed excitedly.

After putting the clothes in the bag, I walked to my son’s room and woke him up. Always grumpy when he wakes up he whined, “Mom? Leave me alone.”

Laughing I said, “No, it is time to get up and get ready to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Grandma and Grandpa’s, ok, Mom,” he got down from his bunk and ran down the hall yelling at his sister, “We are going to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

My daughter casually replied, “Yeah.”

I put in the last of the items that they may want while at grandma’s and zipped up the bag. Just as I is finishing I heard Master pull into the drive. I looked at the children to see if they could hear, but they were too engrossed watching their TV show so I walked to the door and waited for him to come in.

The dog also heard the vehicle and started barking. I tried to shoo him as the door started to open, but she pushed past me as Master came in and jumped up on him with her greeting. Master petted her and then came to me so I could give him a kiss and a hug.

“Hello, slavegirl,” he said

“Hello Master,” I smile in return.

By this time, the children were aware that Daddy was home and came running with their excited greeting, “DADDY!” Then hugs and kisses were exchanged with Daddy and the children. Sitting down on the couch for a few minutes Master held the children while watching TV cartoons with them.

I turned to go to the kitchen to make Master a cup of coffee. I can hear the children talking excitedly that they were going to spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Master just smiled and said, “I know.”

I brought Master his coffee and put it on the coffee table. I lean over and kiss him again which always gets the children excited and my son said, “Don’t kiss my Daddy.”

Laughing and kissing Master again my son pushed me way and put his hand over Master’s mouth so I couldn’t kiss him again. Laughing I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the children’s bag and returned to the living room.

I put the children’s bag on the couch and asked, “May I get dressed, do my hair and makeup Master?”

“Yes you may. I am going to take them to your Mom’s house in a few minutes.”

“Alright Master,” I give the children a kiss goodbye and encourage them to behave for their grandparents.

Walking into the bedroom I grabbed my jeans and a top and put them on, then headed for the bathroom to blow dry my hair. I fixed it just the way Master likes it and then put on my make-up. I took a final check to assure myself that I looked my best.

As I was coming out of the bathroom Master walked in, smiled approvingly at me, and headed for the bedroom. While he undressed, I start his bath water and then went to pick out his clothes for the evening.

I looked at the clock and realized there is only an hour left before Sir is expected to arrive. A mixture of anticipation, excitement, nervousness and fear welled up inside me. Anticipation because this weekend was to be a weekend of play with Sir and Master, excitement because I haven’t seen Sir in months and nervousness because I am a chicken and then there was the fear of the unknown. God only knew what Sir had in mind for his weekend of total control over me and I was more then a little nervous because this would be the first time spending more than a few hours with him.

Passing by me, Master looked at my face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Not sure how to explain it Master,” I say a little bewildered.

“Tell me,” he asked gently as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the bathroom. Getting in the tub, he leans back and looks at me expectantly.

Standing there, I fidgeted and try to put my feelings in order so they made sense when I voiced them. I began by saying, “Master, don’t get me wrong, I am very excited that Sir is coming and I want that very much, but I find that I’m nervous and scared.”

“Why? Don’t you trust him?”

“It’s not that Master, I just feel nervous and scared. I know he is going to push a lot of my limits.” I explained quietly.

“You’ll do fine,” he said.

“I’ll try Master,” I say quietly, not convinced I would be.

“Listen to your Master, you will do fine,” he said with authority. It was rare that he used this voice with me, but I knew he was commanding me rather than reassuring me.

Just then, my cell phone rang, playing the song of Green Day’s “Holiday”. Walking to the bedroom, I picked up the phone and knew before I looked who it was on the other end. A quick thought went through my mind of not answering, but then I pushed that silly thought aside and picked up the phone. Yep it was Sir, recognizing the number on the display.

Pushing the answer button I say, “Hello,” a normal as possible to hide my feelings.

“Hello, slut,” Sir said.

Grinning from his greeting I say, “Hello, Sir.”

“Just went through Akron, should be there shortly,” he said devilishly.

Holy Hell, he was closer than I thought he would be. Less then half-an-hour and he would be here. Panic began to well up, but I covered trying to keep my voice calm and said, “Ok.”

“See you in a little bit,” he said

“Ok,” I say. Feeling stupid because that is all I could think to say and probably sounding stupid. I hear Sir hang up. I hung up the phone and looked around for any last minute details that needed to be done.

“Master, Sir will be here in about half an hour, Hurry!”

I ran from room to room making sure everything was put away. Coming back into the bedroom Master was standing in the tub waiting. Looking at him, I figured he wanted a towel so I grabbed one and threw it to him then started to leave the room.

“Slave,” I hear Master say in a warning voice.

Turning and walking back to the bathroom, “Yes, Master?”

Still standing there, he hands the towel back to me. I took the towel from Master and looked sheepishly at him, “Sorry Master I wasn’t thinking.”

Stepping from the tub Master said, “Relax, otherwise you will become clumsy like you usually do when you get nervous. Remember our third anniversary?”

Blushing from the memory I say, “I will try Master.”

Taking the towel and drying him off I try to calm myself. Kneeling I start on drying his legs. Looking at Master’s cock, I had the urge to suck it. I lean forward to help myself and tried to take him into my mouth. He moved his hips away laughing and said, “Later. Sir will be here soon.”

A little disappointed, but knowing Master was right I finished drying him. Grabbing the hairbrush I brushed his hair and handed him his clothes, then went into the bathroom to clean up. Once finished with the bathtub I took a moment to freshen up my makeup and hair. I went back into the living room where Master was sitting on the couch watching TV. Not interested in his show I went to my desk and checked my email before Sir got here.

I had just finished a reply to a friend’s email when I heard the rumble of the motorcycle outside. Wanting it to be Sir, not wanting it to be Sir, then thinking if it was Sir, “Holy Hell he brought the bike!”

“He’s here.” I hear Master yelled out.

My heart sunk, I dreaded the thought that he had rode the bike down instead of a normal vehicle. I just knew he was going to end up making me get on the bike even though I am frightened of it.

I got up slowly from my chair and walked to the living room feeling like I was walking to my executioner. Hearing the knock, I walked to the door, look back at Master who was smiling from ear to ear and then back to the door. Another knock more insistent sounded, I put a smile on my face and open the door.

Yep it was Sir all right standing at the door expectantly. Looking at Sir and appreciating his appearance tall and handsome his brown eyes looks into my blue ones. Which I knew was telling of my inner turmoil. Finally my long anticipated weekend was going to begin. Excitement, anticipation, nervousness and even dread welled up in me again almost over powering me. Letting excitement take hold I open the door wider and step aside to let Sir come in before giving him a big hug. 

Pulling away from Sir I looked at him and asked, “How was the ride down?”

“Good,” he said as Master walked up behind me to greet Sir.

While they exchanged pleasantries, I stood beside both Sir and Master trying to calm down a little. Finally getting my nerves under control, I walked to the middle of the room and waited while they talked some. Lost in my own thoughts of what I should do next, I didn’t at first notice them both looking at me expectantly. “Damn,” I thought as I realized they were waiting for me to say or do something. 

Seeing that I was lost as to what I was to do Master said, “ Sir would like something to drink.”

“Oh, sorry Sir what would you like? Spite, coffee, water or Dr Pepper?”

Making his choice, I went to the kitchen and grabbed their drinks and a bottle of water for me. Upon entering the living room Sir said.

“Slut you’re over dressed.”

Looking down at what I was wearing and wondering what was wrong with my clothes when Sir explained.

“The bra is too much. Take it off,” he says in his special dominating voice. 

I reached behind my back to unhook the clasps when Sir stopped me. “Not that way Slut. Take off the shirt first then the bra.”

“Yes Sir,” my face growing warm as I took off my shirt as quickly as possible, then my bra and put my shirt back on. Sir’s eyes never left me. After my top was back on, I looked at Sir and he smiled and continued to talk with Master.

Grabbing my water, I walked to the couch and sat at the end listening to them talk. After a few minutes Master asked, “Ready to go eat?”

Sir said, “Almost, Slut you need to get your plug and put it in and your butt plug and egg. In here while Master and I watch.”

Feeling my face drain then grow warm again I replied, “Sir the “toy” bag is in the bedroom may I be excused to get it.”

“Yes.”

I got up and went into the bedroom. I stalled trying to figure out a way to avoid the inevitable, but knowing that it was pointless I sighed in resignation and grabbed the bag, gathered my courage, and went to do as Sir wanted.

I went into the living room and opened the bag. I took out the smaller butt plug and the lube and put a small amount on the tip of the plug. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down with my panties, bent over, and inserted the plug slowly. When I was done, I stood up and took the vibrating egg from the bag, put a foot on a chair and inserted the egg into my pussy as far as I could push it. The wire stuck out of my pussy to the remote. I pull up my pants and zipped them up. Still holding the remote, I look at Sir. Not saying anything, I just put the remote in my jeans pocket and waited.

“Now we are ready to go,” he said.

Closing up the bag and I grabbed my purse from the counter and followed Master and Sir out the door. Stopping at the van Sir looked at me and said, “Tomorrow,” he said referring to the bike.

Sir moved his bike over to the side and we all got in the van, me in the back seat. Sir turned to me and said, “Give me the remote.”

Taking the remote from my pocket, I handed it to Sir. He switched it on to low and handed it back to me. My body jolted a little from the sudden vibrations in my pussy. I looked at Sir as I took back the remote and saw he looked pleased.

Master backed out of the drive laughing, put the car into drive, and headed to the restaurant. I sat in the back seat trying to concentrate on anything other then the low vibration in my pussy. Every now and then Sir looked back to check on me as well as Master with his rear view mirror.

The drive seemed to take extra long for some reason as I sat in the back with the vibration egg in my pussy. I could feel my jeans starting to get wet from the stimulation and my pussy began to ache for more.

“Sir, if I need to am I allowed to have an orgasm?”

“No,” he replied over his shoulder.

Groaning a little, I sat there holding back an orgasm that was threatening to take over. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not having one. I opened my eyes and saw Sir looking at me from around the seat. I asked, “Yes, Sir?”

Watching as Sir turned back to face the front I wondered what he was looking for. Then putting that thought out of my mind I looked to see where we were. Close to the restaurant now, I tried to get better composure over myself. I needed something a little distracting so I grabbed one of the children’s books that I kept for them in the back seat and start to read it. 

When we reached the restaurant, I put the book down and waited for Master to turn off the car and unlock the doors. We all got out and I followed behind them into the restaurant. Master went to tell the hostess that we had a reservation and then returned to Sir and me as we waited to be seated.

Making small talk and feeling uncomfortable with the vibe on and the plug in my ass I shifted every so often from my embarrassment. I felt as though anyone who looked at me would know that I was wearing these items.

Hearing our name called I follow Master and Sir as the hostess took us to our seat. Master stood back for me to get into the booth first. Scooting in to my seat Sir got in on the opposite side as Master sat beside me. Picking up the menus Master and Sir looked while I sat and fidgeted, trying to get comfortable. Deciding that wasn’t going to happen I settled into the seat. 

The waitress came up and asked what we would like to drink, Sir ordered his and my drink, and Master gave her his order. A little taken aback that Sir ordered for me instead of Master I looked at Sir.

“Problem?” he asks innocently.

I suddenly realized that total control meant that he was totally in charge this weekend. I looked to make sure Master was ok with what just happened and noticed he didn’t seem to care one bit.

Bringing our drinks a few minute later the waitress asked if we were ready to order. Sir gave his order for him and me. Master then placed his order. Feeling a little out of place with the change in who was in command I remained quiet and sipped my drink.

“Hand me the remote slut,” Sir ordered.

Looking around to see who might be looking I reached into my pocket and handed Sir the remote to the vibrating egg. Taking the remote, he turned the vibe to medium speed and handed it back to me. Looking around again I put the remote back in my pocket hoping if anyone saw the remote they wouldn’t know what it was.

Soon our meal arrived and I ate in silence as Master and Sir talked about different subjects. Every now and then Sir would look at me and say something and I would reply distractedly. Not eating much I waited as Master and Sir finish their dinners.

When we were done, they made some more small talk until the bill came. Master and Sir argued about who was going to pay the bill and I just sat and rolled my eyes as they debated who was going to buy.

They finally decided who was going to buy and then we left. Once in the van Sir asked for the remote again and I handed it to him. Turning the vibe on high I groaned again as the intensity began to build.

“Please Sir may I orgasm?”

Watching me, he said, “Cum slut.”

That was all I needed. My body exploded in release as my orgasm took over as I sat there feeling the waves wash over me while Sir and Master watched. When my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes and saw them watching me and I started to get embarrassed and turned red. Sir smiled as did Master and they turned around in their seats. Wishing I could shrink into the floor of the van I groaned again as my pussy began to react again to the vibrating egg in me. I could feel how wet my jeans were from the toys being inside my orgasm and then me.

On the way home, I stayed quiet and suffered again the vibration in my cunt and fullness in my ass. I hoped that Sir was going to allow me to remove the things when we returned home.

As Master pulled into our drive, I reminded him to unlock the doors so I would be able to get out. Walking into the house, I put my purse on the kitchen counter and ask the gentlemen if they would like anything to drink. They both said yes and I brought them their drinks and then wondered what I was to do next when Sir said, “Slut, undress.”

My mouth fell open and I stood there hesitating. I looked over at Master as if hoping he would say something. But, Sir took a step towards me and said in a voice that left no room for arguing.

“What were you told?”

Swallowing heavily I replied, “To undress Sir.”

I slowly brought my arms to the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. Bringing my arms down I reached for the button on my jeans and undid them. Pulling my jeans down and then off I felt my face turn red.

“Kneel” Sir said

As I knelt on the floor Sir went through the “toy” bag, took out the handcuffs and shackles, and bent behind me cuffing my hands behind my back and then shackling my ankles together. He stood and walked around to the front of me and then went back to the bag again and took out the nipple clamps.

I looked from the nipple clamps in his hands and then up at Sir and I begged him not to have me to wear them. Ignoring my pleas he took my left breast and pinched the nipple a little so it would harden. Damn if it didn’t get hard as a small pebble at his touch. Watching as Sir put the clamp on my nipple I waited for the pain and whimpered in anticipation. Not feeling the pain, I looked up into Sir’s eyes. At that moment, he let the clamp close around my nipple. I gasped out in pain as the clamp gripped my nipple. I immediately tried to control the pain and let it do to me as it usually does when they are used.

I was in control of the pain Sir did the same to the other nipple, but this time he didn’t hesitate and closed the clamp right on. Giving another gasp of pain I closed my eyes and I brought the pain under control again.

Sir saw that I was able to handle the pain and gave each a slight turn. Pain ran through my breast as I tried to control the pain again. Unable to control this amount of agony I continued to gasp and whimper. My breathing became labored and I wondered how much of this I could stand.

“Where is Master’s riding crop,” Sir asked.

“In the bedroom closet Sir,” I replied through my pain.

Master left the room to retrieve the riding crop and Sir stood and told me to bend over the footstool. I looked over my shoulder at Sir as he stood there holding the flogger just as Master came up behind him and handed him the riding crop. Then Master went back to the couch and sat down.

Sir sees I haven’t moved to the footstool yet and walked up and pulled my hair so my head was pulled back and my neck exposed. “Why aren’t you over the footstool yet?” Not knowing how to respond I just look at him. “Answer me!” 

“I don’t have an answer Sir.”

“Bend over the footstool,” he said.

“Yes Sir.”

Slowly on my knees, I crawled to the footstool and bent over it. I waited for what was to come next. My nipples on fire, my arms starting to ache from their position as Sir laid the riding crop on the coffee table.  I looked at Master to see his reaction. He was sitting there looking pleased waiting for the show to begin.

I felt the first sting of the flogger as it fell across my ass. I gave a whimper from the pain and then the flogger began to fall at a steady pace. Sir was obviously an expert with it and knew how to let the blows fall so that even through my pain I could feel my pussy reacting to it. The blows got harder and my whimpering turned to screams. He stopped for a moment, took out the ball gag from the bag, and placed it in my mouth. He then reached for the riding crop and my whole body tensed in fear and in anticipation at what was about to happen.

Steeling myself for the expected sting of the crop, I waited. The crop came down on my ass and the pain was so intense I screamed into the gag. The crop fell again and again across my back, thighs and ass. My cunt betrayed my cries of pain by becoming so soaked that my juices began running down my thighs.

Stopping briefly Sir said, “Turn over.”

Bringing myself to a kneeling position, I turned around and lay back as far as my cuffed hands and ankles would allow me to go. Grabbing me under the arms Sir helped me onto the footstool so I could lie down. Putting down the riding crop, he then picked up the flogger. Sir began to flog of my front. As the flogger landed on my nipples the pain from the clamps and the stinging of the flogger as it moved over my breasts shot blinding pain through me. Even with the amount of pain that I was taking, my cunt continued to flow with each strike of the flogger.

“Open your legs, slut,” I hear Sir say.

Holding them closed tight so as to not have to take the flogger between my legs I heard Sir say again, “Slut, open your legs.” Shaking my head fiercely in denial Sir stopped. Master handed him the thigh binders and the tethers. With renewed fear, I begin to shake my head harder.

“Ready to stop?”

“She likes her pussy flogged.” I heard Master say. I glared at him as if asking, “Whose side are you on?”

Sir took the binders, put them round my thighs, and pulled the tethers until my legs were spread wide apart. He then began to flog my inner thighs. Feeling my wetness dripping from me I continued to take the flogging. Sir stopped once more and picked up the riding crop.

Beginning at my breasts Sir made his way down my body with the riding crop each sting adding to my wetness. Sir then started on my thighs and the pain was so intense I knew that marks would be left from the crop. I had taken all I could stand and I flung out he bell as a signal that I needed him to stop now.

Sir stopped immediately, bent over me, and took the gag off. He then released the tethers, looked down at me, and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Ok Sir.” My voice shaky with emotions.

“Ready for more?” hoping he was joking my eyes flew to his and saw the smile he was trying to hold back from my reaction.

“No, Sir. Please I am good.”

“Yes slut, you have been a very good girl so far. I am well pleased with you.”

“Thank you Sir,” I smiled feeling the warmth of approval wash over my tired and pain filled body.

First removing the nipple clamp from my left breast I have a gasp of pain as the blood rushed to the sensitive area. Moving over to my right breast I steeled myself for the expected pain as Sir took the clamp off. Gasping in pain I close my eye until the pain had subsided.

He walked away from me and went back to the toy bag. He found the keys to the handcuffs and shackles and came back to release me. Once free, I rubbed my wrist where the cold metal had bit into them and looked down at my body. The red marks were all over me and there were bruises already forming. Smiling over my marks, I looked up at Sir who was watching me.

“Cool, Sir,” I grinned.

Sir smiled at my reaction and then ordered me to stand. I felt the muscles in my legs protesting a little because of being bent for so long. Stretching them out I felt the blood begin to re-circulate properly and my muscles began to relax.

“Now, go to bed. I have had a long day.”

“I know Sir. Good night.”

I hugged Sir, then Master good night, and walked to my bedroom. But remembering I went back into the living room and asked Sir. “What time do you want up?”

“Go to bed slave.”

Feeling as though I was being warned I left and prepared for bed. I crawled into bed and tried to wait for Master to come in. But, I was so tired and could feel myself dropping from the adrenaline rush I had just been put through. I was asleep within moment and never did hear Master come to bed.

When the alarm went off the next morning my first reaction was to shut it off and go back to sleep. Then I remembered Sir was here and quickly got out of bed and threw on my robe. I went into the kitchen and got the coffee started.

Walking out of the kitchen, I looked and saw Sir lying on the couch. It was strange seeing another man there and I started to feel a little funny. Leaving the kitchen to go back into the bedroom, then on to the bathroom I turned on the shower. Taking a quick shower and then drying off and throwing on my pink lounging pants and a tee shirt. Finished with dressing I walked back out to the kitchen where the coffee was just finishing up.

Taking three cups from the cupboard and placing them on the counter by the coffee maker I prepared a cup for me and waited to prepare the coffee for Master and Sir. Trying to be quite since Sir was sleeping on the couch I began to make breakfast.

Sir came into the kitchen a few minutes later and I looked up smiling at him. “Good morning Sir, would you like some coffee.”

“Yes thank you slut,” he smiled back at me.

I tried not to blush at what seemed to becoming my new name I poured him a cup of coffee and gave it to him. Pouring another cup, I took it and went to wake Master up. I then returned to the kitchen and finished preparing breakfast.

I took out the plates and served both Sir and Master, who had come in and sat down at the table. I got my breakfast and sat down with them as we all chatted pleasantly about nothing important. When I finished I got up and began cleaning up the mess as they continued to eat and talk.

Once breakfast was done and the kitchen cleaned up Sir looked at me and said, “Slut, dress in your short skirt and a top. No bra.”

“Alright Sir.” I said and went into my bedroom to do as ordered. I took out the short black skirt and a top that would match and got dressed. Staring at the skirt and wishing it wasn’t quite so short, I then slipped on the blouse and went into the bathroom where I did my hair and make-up.

Once finished I went back into the kitchen and took a drink of my now cold coffee. Sir had me walk over to him and inspected the length of the skirt. Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny I began to fidget. He ran his hands down my ass and the edge of the skirt. I wondered what he was thinking when he said, “That will do.”

“Thank God,” I think as I walk way.

Looking at Master I asked, “Want me to get some clothes for you Master?”

“No, I am going to stay here this morning while you to go out for a while.” Master said.

Realization hits me then. I began to back up from the two and began to panic a little. Wanting to run and hide in the bedroom, but feeling foolish for the thought of such a childish act. But, I really did not want to get on Sir’s bike. I remained where I was trying to figure out how I could get out of the bike ride. 

Looking at Sir I saw he was smiling at me almost challengingly. Knowing that arguing was not going to get me anywhere I began to think of any excuses as to why I couldn’t get on the bike. No new ones came to me since the last time he mentioned the bike ride. So, I kept my mouth closed and tried not to panic. 

“Ready?” Sir asked me.

Shaking my head no as well as saying, “No.” Sir stood up and walked over to me. Again the flee impulse took hold and this time it was hard to not give in. Not wanting to argue and not wanting to start the day off with a punishment I began to tremble. Knowing the punishment Sir would give for arguing wouldn’t be pleasant no matter how much pain excited me he could give me enough to make it unpleasant.

Taking my hand, he pulled me towards the door and I meekly followed behind him. Once outside I felt panic and fear take a hold of me.  Wanting to pull my hand from his and run in the opposite direction. Knowing that wasn’t going to happen I begin to go through reasons as to why it was ok to get on. Then the bad reasons started to run through my head again.

Stopping in front of the bike Sir waited for me to decide what I was going to do. Taking a step back very much wanting to give into the flee impulse only Sir had tightened his hold on my hand so jerking free of his hold wouldn’t work.

“Bike ride or punishment? Your choice?”

Damn it, I think! I hate these kinds of choices where there was nothing good for me to choose from. I tried to stall as my mind raced with the reasons I didn’t want punishment even if the bike terrified me beyond belief. Damn I think to myself again and look into Sir’s eyes.

“Choose slave.”

Frustrated and a little angry I say, “Fine Sir.”

Letting go of my hand, Sir climbed onto the bike and looked at me with a look that said he would take no more stalling. I tried to swallow my fear as I climbed up behind him and put my arms around his waist holding on for dear life.

Sir chuckled and said over his shoulder to me, “Kelly, I need to breathe. Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I didn’t believe him but did loosen my grip a little and buried my face in his back as the bike roared to life. Startled I held on to him even tighter then before.

“Slut, let go of me just a little.” I hear him say over the loud hum of the bike.

I released my hold a little and looked over at Master who was standing there with a huge grin on his face. “Have fun!” He said cheerfully, almost mockingly.

Then Sir started moving and I tried to remember not to hold on too tight so he couldn’t breathe. I began praying that I would survive the ride. I closed my eyes as we took off. The fear still having a huge grip on me, but slowly as the bike moved along the back roads I could feel myself relax a little. I even turned my head some to enjoy the scenery that flew past us. 

When we returned it was past noon and Master was sitting on the couch watching TV. I walked past him and into the bathroom to fix my hair and face. Finished with freshening up I returned to the living room where Sir and Master were talking.

“Put in your butt plug and vibrator we are going to the mall.” Sir said.

Going into the bedroom, I insert the items I was instructed and then walked back out to the living room. “Master are you coming?”

“Yes, slave,” he said.

Walking back to the bedroom I took out clothes for him to wear and handed them to him, then took the brush to his hair. I went back into the living room with Master and Sir was waiting for us. Once in the van, Sir asked, “What setting is the vibe on?”

“Low Sir,”

Turning back around Sir put on his seat belt and Master pulled out of the drive. When we arrived at the mall, we headed into the mall’s food court and picked on a place to eat lunch. By now the vibrator had me aching and wet as we sat there eating our lunches. Again not eating much I waited for Master and Sir to finish theirs.

Walking around the mall with my pussy juices dripping down my thighs was embarrassing. It felt as though everyone knew I was on the verge of an orgasm and walking around the mall dripping wet and filled with sex toys.

It seemed as though Sir found a reason for us to go into every store. My feet were beginning to ache from the high heels that I didn’t wear very often. By the time the guys were done, my feet were killing me and I had to lean on Master to help keep me from looking like a walking drunk.

Finally we returned to the van. I sunk into my seat and very badly want to remove my shoes. Only if I were able to do so I probably wouldn’t get them back on, so I left the shoes on, at least I wasn’t standing any longer.

When we returned home and got out of the van, my feet ached even more. Practically stumbling into the house I cursed my feet for being the way they were. I kicked the shoes off and moaned at the instant lessoning of pressure on my feet.

“I don’t remember saying you could take those off,” Sir said from behind me making me jump.

“My feet hurt so bad Sir.” I pleaded

“You will just have to wear them later then.” Not liking the sound of how he said that I begin to panic. 

I sat on the couch I began to rub my very aching feet as Master and Sir talked some more. Finally rubbing the pain out of my feet until I was able to stand I asked Master and Sir what they would like to drink. My feet still smarting as I walked across the floor. When I got back with the drinks Sir said to me.

“Put your shoes on slut and then undress.”

Knowing the pain was going to be intense, I put the shoe on again. Standing was excruciating. I took off my clothes and felt my face turn red again. I was always so self-conscious of my body.

Walking over to me, Sir put on the blue, comfy cuffs Master got us a few weeks ago and connected the cuffs. Fastening my arms above my head Sir then took out the rope and tied me up in a complicated series of knots like the picture I had sent him not too long ago. From shoulders to ankles, I was tied tight. Loving the feel of the rope as it hugged my body.

Taking the clamps from the bag Sir walked back to me and I begged him, “Please Sir my nipples are sore from last night.”

“Good, I will loosen them just a little then.”

My mouth fell open to say something but I didn’t want to anger him so I closed it again. Sir placed the clamp on my nipple and I gasped in pain trying to bring it under control. Barely having the pain under control he placed the other clamp on. Breathing labored from the pain I buried my face against my arms.

When I was able to control the pain some I looked at Sir who was standing in front of me holding the flogger. Master brought the blindfold from the bedroom and handed it to Sir. He put it on me and everything went black.

Then the full body flogging began. The sting of the flogger as it struck my skin brought forth a muffled whimper. Stopping only once to put the bell in my hand Sir continued to beat me with the flogger. As my whimpers became screams, I was gagged. Helpless and vulnerable to Sir my pussy flowed freely as the vibe continued to vibrate and the blows of the flogger kept falling.

When I knew my body had had enough I dropped the bell and Sir stopped. Unhooking my arms I was ordered to kneel. I did as best I could as he took off the gag. Once the gag was off I closed my mouth and the ache in my jaw intensified. I continued to open and close my mouth to ease the aching muscle.

Then I felt a cock being put into my mouth. I was so turned on by the feel of the cock that it almost sent me into an orgasm. I sucked on the cock and tightened my pussy around the vibe feeling myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I tried to concentrate on the cock and not my pussy to try to keep the orgasm in check.

When the cock exploded in my mouth I greedily milked all the cum from it and swallowed it all. Then I felt another cock enter my mouth and I opened wide to accept it with the same feverish hunger as I had sucked the first. When that cock came I again greedily sucked all the cum down my throat.

Then I felt someone lay me down on the floor and cover me with a blanket. My head was given a pillow and I heard Sir’s voice telling me to go to sleep. As the adrenaline began to wear off and I became sleepy, I wanted to drift off to sleep. But, the ache in my pussy as well as the plug in my ass made it hard to sleep. Lying there for a while sleep did finally over take me.

Upon wakening in the morning, I rolled over to see Sir still asleep on the couch. Master must be in the bedroom. I rolled back over and tried to sleep a little more only it eluded me.

I laid there and relived in my mind all that had happened and thought what a wonderful weekend that Sir had given me. Happy that I was still bound but hungry because I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday I started to crave a cup of coffee. Not wanting to disturb Sir and Master however forced me to lie there and wait.

Suddenly my stomach let out a loud growl and I heard Sir say, “Hungry?” Startled by his voice I rolled onto my back and giggled.

“Yes Sir, mostly I want a cup of coffee.”

“Where do you keep everything?”

“Sir if you will untie me I can make it.”

Looking at me a little exasperated he said, “I will untie you when I want. Now where is everything?”

“The filters are in the left side of cupboard above the stove and the coffee is in the refrigerator to keep it fresh.” Finding everything he needed Sir made a pot of coffee. Shortly after Master came out.

Walking up to me, Master stood and asked, “Good morning slavegirl. How are you feeling?”

“Fine Master and you?”

“Good slavegirl.”

Then Master turned and talked with Sir while I laid there tied. Making small talk for what seemed like hours Master poured the coffee and brought me a cup. Slowly as to not spill it on me, I took the cup in my cuffed hands and took a sip. Just the taste of the coffee helped to revive me.

Master and Sir continued their talking while I lie there on the floor still tied sipping my coffee. Finally they took mercy on me and came to untie me. Free, I flexed my arms and legs and felt some of the stiffness in my muscles begin to lessen.

“May I please take a shower Sir?”

“Yes, slut.”

“May I please take out the vibe and plug?”

Looking at me and not answering at first my heart sunk at the thought of having to continue to wear them.

“Yes, slut you may.”

“Thank you Sir.” I said and left the room.

After showering, I went into my room and saw that it was after 11am. Sir was going to have to leave soon. A little disappointed that he would be leaving I quickly dressed and combed my hair. Then went into the kitchen where Sir looked about ready to leave. I went to him and gave him a big hug.

“Thank you Sir, for this weekend. I had a great time.” I smiled up at him.

“Your welcome slut. Now I must get going.”

“I know Sir. Please be careful.”

“I will.”

Master and I watched as Sir pulled out of the drive and disappeared down the road. I hugged him tight and thanked him again for allowing Sir to come down. He kissed me and led me back into the house and into the bedroom. We had awhile before we needed to get the children and Master planned to make the most of it.