His Slut

A quick warm up with the belt

August 2011

I arrive at the hotel, a text has just arrived indicating the door to the headmaster’s office.

I hesitate as I get out of the car, checking my socks are regulation length, my White knickers are tight over my arse beneath my grey, short skirt and my shirt is pressed, although I know the undone buttons exposing my full breasts will no doubt elicit more punishment .

The steps up to the room seem interminable, my heart is beating as I remember what I have been told….

He opens the door at my first knock and invites me in.

He demands I stand in front of him, facing away with my legs apart, forced to look at the selection of canes lying on display in front of me as I feel him run his fingers across my already damp knickers, teasing my cunt for a brief moment before stopping and instructing me to choose which implement will provide my first experience of his discipline on this particular occasion…….

Six of the best!

He brings something to the bed that i can’t see… a jangling heightens my adrenalin, followed by a sharp, tight pain as he attaches a clamp to my labia… follwed by another as its twin is secured on the other side..

The deep, satisfying pain lasts a few moments before anothe shock….

Somehow he attaches the other end of the clamp to the rope that tethers my thigh..
on both sides..
now every move i make increases the stretch and agony imposed on my cunt……..

I arrive, my heart thumping, dressed exactly as he likes me.. i check in the hotel mirror…. skirt grazing my thighs, tight top… high heels… hair long and unfettered….

I take the stairs to his room and knock quietly. He opens the door and kisses me warmly, his hand stroking up the back of my thigh and cupping my arse cheek briefly..

He invites me to sit on the bed where we share a small glass of wine whilst he traces the outline of my lip.

He doesn’t ask me to undress. I am surprised.. instead he begins to unravel a twine of rope and fastens it first around the top of my breast, bringing it behind my back and beneath them, firmly securing them. I am aching for him to touch my nipples..he knows how sensitive they are….

he secures my arms behind my back with the same rope and then straps my thighs apart….delicious agony… i long for him to touch me and i am grateful that tonight he wants to hear me beg…