Never again, she thought. I’m just so BORED with this. There has to be something more interesting to do on the last Saturday night of the month, her only night of freedom. That was when her babysitter stayed overnight in the spare room and she could relax properly. So here she was, trawling the net for a more original approach to her time off. A month to plan, a month to look forward to something new and exciting. But what?
Hmmm. Websites filled with nightclubs playing the usual. Yawn. Cinema? Yawn. NaughtyPlaypals.com. Interesting. Sign up, free membership for women. Cool. Here we go. Odd black outfits. Little videos. Oooh, that looks interesting. The way he’s tied her up there, with that mean little gag and some sort of jewellery on her nipples. Says ‘Slut’. Memories stir. Long forgotten fantasies of submission and helplessness. Damp knickers.
A night of fantasy and dreams follow. Out comes the dildo. Sleep. Kids to school, housework and homework done, kids in bed. PC. EBay. Decision made. Slutty underwear ordered. Black, peep-hole bra, matching very brief briefs, fancy legged stockings, hold-ups, of course. Shoes. 4” steel stilettos. Expensive. Sod it. Ordered. Just a dress to find. Now, NaughtyPlaypals.com. Choose a likely ‘escort’. Check his profile. Gorgeous! Tick. Fit? Tick. History? Previous Playpals rate him highly – five stars! Big tick. Now, hope he responds to her email.
One week to go. Playpal’s member has sent Laura her instructions. Be there at eight thirty on the dot. Lateness will be punished. Cool. Luckily, the clothing she ordered, even the dress, have been given the OK. Babysitter booked, and double checked. This can’t go wrong.
One hour to go. Bathed. Pubes, as per instructions, gone. Make-up and hair, perfect. Kids fast asleep. Babysitter sorted, with videos and supper. Friends? Think her sitter has a bad cold. Slut gear donned, coat to cover on. Just in time. Taxi. Heart beginning to pound.
He was waiting, glaring at his watch. She was three minutes late. That will cost her, she’s informed with a twinkle in his eye. Already those very brief briefs aren’t dry. Led into the club on a lead – attached to the collar he put on her at the door. Can she look around? Yes, but not for long. Take it all in now. ‘You’re going to be too tied up later’, he tells her. What’s his name? Either Sir or Fucking Bastard, but he prefers to earn the latter title.
Weird toys everywhere. People strapped to tables, cargo nets and pillars. One covered in food, several people licking it off her. Another being whipped. A man being flogged, tied to a cross. Now her turn. No more looking. Time to experience.
He ties her arms behind her back, covers her eyes with a leather blindfold. The leather smells good. Feels good. She feels vulnerable. He, presumably, feels powerful. He leads her through the crowd. Someone asks if they can touch. She hears him assent. A hand strokes her arse. Another tweeks a nipple through the dress. He unties her hands. ‘Take off the dress’. She does.
Leather straps tighten on her wrists and ankles. She’s guided to a toy. The straps are attached to the toy. She finds herself spread-eagled on what feels like an X shaped cross. Stretched. Exposed. Semi-naked. ‘Open your mouth.’ She does. It’s filled with a ball. Straps tighten at the back. A small ball is placed in her hand. ‘As agreed. Dropping it means enough. I will stop instantly.’ She nods. Behind the blindfold, her eyes are tight shut. This is… glorious. Exciting.
Sensation starts on her neck. Feathers? Fur? Gentle. Over her nipples, down her abdomen. Shivers. The little prickles. What is that? Who cares? Feels scary. Voices mumble. Something about how pert her nipples are sticking through the peep-hole bra. ‘Go ahead,’ he says. ‘She’s willing.’ Teeth. Lips. Tongue. Nipples now engorged. Pleasure messages shooting down to clit. Fingers brush over knickers. ‘Slut,’ he whispers. Now. We begin. Something tightens on her nipple. Laura gasps through the gag. He waits a moment. Then the other nipple. Gives her a few moments to absorb the pain. Her chest heaves then settles. He checks her crotch. Even wetter. Good. ‘Now, you were late. For that you will suffer, slut.’
Something hits her skin. She guesses a flogger. That’s not what hurts! It’s the chain swinging on the nipple clamps. She stifles a scream. ‘Try to keeps still and they won’t hurt as much,’ he chuckles. More of the flogger. Her thighs, her belly. The straps come off. She’s turned around. Strapped facing the cross. Now her arse. Keep still. Don’t bounce, she remembers. But she can’t keep still. The flogger stings now. She wriggles. He chuckles. She smells perfume. Someone kisses her. It’s a woman. They meet tongue to tongue. A voice whispers. ‘He’s good. Enjoy.’ Then a tug on the nipple clamp chain. Another scream through the gag. Three minutes late. Three of the best. Whack. ‘One.’ Whoah. Laura gasps loudly. Felt like a cane. ‘Two. Owww,’ she squeals. ‘Three.’ That brings a tear. But god, she’s hot now.
She’s unfastened from the cross. Led away by him and her. The music changes. They’re in another room. She holds Laura. He secures the cuffs behind her back. She’s seated. Her legs are spread and ankles fastened to keep them wide apart. Some kind of chair. He takes out the gag. She kisses her. He takes off the nipple clamps. Then it hits her. ‘Fucking bastard!’ she wails. After all, he’s earned it! Then she’s laughing, giggling. Insanely high. Floating. He enters her. She kisses her. Sucks her nipples gently. When she comes, she leaves the planet.
The phone rings. It’s her best mate, Tammy. ‘You didn’t miss much. We just did the usual stuff, you know. Down the pub and club. Sorry you couldn’t join us though. What did you do with yourself?’
‘Got tied up in knots going through stuff from the past.’ Laura smiled. And I’ll be doing some more next month, she thought to herself.