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The Diner Date

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The Dinner Date by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/f d/s)

She walked up to the front door to ring the doorbell

but was surprised to see a note taped to the door.

"Come on in, I'm in the shower", it read. So she

pushed the door open with a trace of impatience. She

had rushed home from work to shower and change so they

could go out to dinner. She wasn't quite sure what the

evening would hold, so she took the precaution of

shaving her legs silky smooth...just in case. She had

put her long hair up, which had saved time, plus, he

liked it that way...the better to nibble on her neck,

she had giggled to herself. And she tossed on a

sleeveless casual dress that came to right above her

knees and matching sandals. All that rushing, and he

wasn't even showered yet, she thought.

She put her purse down by the door and went over to the

sofa, where she sat down and idly began flipping

through the tv channels. News, sitcom reruns,

cartoons...nothing appealed, which worsened her mood.

After about 10 minutes, she heard the bathroom door

open and she called out to him, "Hi, I'm here. You

know, I thought it was the woman who was supposed to be

late all of the time." She was a little startled to

hear the note of annoyance in her voice; she hadn't

meant for that to slip out.

There was no reply, but she could hear him walking

around, closet doors opening and closing, drawers being

pulled out and pushed back in. Finally there was a

silence. "Thank God, he's finally ready," she thought,

as she prepared the fake smile to mask her irritation.

"Could you come in here a second?" he called, "I need

your help with something."

She sighed and walked down the hallway into the

bedroom. She walked through the doorway and squealed

when hands grabbed her from behind. "So, my little

slut is impatient tonight, hmm?" he asked in her ear.

"I know you can't be upset with me, can you, my pet?"

His calm tone echoed in her ear as he pulled her back

against him.

"N, n, no, of course not," she stuttered, not

frightened, but definitely caught off guard.

"No, of course not, what?" he queried.

"No, of course not, sir," she replied with the

slightest hint of amusement and sarcasm in her voice.

She knew the game now and she was more than happy to

play along.

One of his hands wrapped itself around her neck while

the other cupped her breast firmly. She gasped as he

pinched her nipple sharply. "That is for your little

comment about being late;" he told her, his breath

wafting across her ear, sending shudders down her

spine. He bit her earlobe, hard, causing her to

exclaim in pain. "And that is for forgetting the

proper way to address me."

"I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, feeling his hard cock

against her ass and wondering how long he would make

her wait before he drove it into her willing body. She

could feel her pussy moistening already and knew it

would be a long night.

"And as for your punishment for your sarcasm...Get on

the bed...hands and knees...face the wall. NOW!" he

barked as he pushed her forward. "I do NOT ever expect

to hear that tone of voice when you speak to me again.

You will respect me, do you understand?"

She practically ran the few steps to the bed. She

assumed the proper position, on her hands and knees,

legs spread about a foot apart. She turned her head to

look at him.

"Eyes front...you are not to look at me. You don't

deserve it," he told her.

He approached the bed and flipped the back of her dress

up to reveal her naked pussy and ass to his eyes. "You

are such a slut, my dear...no panties?" he clucked.

"You want to be fucked rather badly tonight, eh?" He

ran his hand across her ass and down the crease to her

cunt. "Already wet? You know, you begin to bore me,

slut. You are always ready for a good hard cock,

aren't you?"



She shivered, but didn't reply.

SLAP! He smacked her across her right asscheek.

"Answer me, cunt!" He spoke more loudly this time. "I

asked if you are always ready for a good fucking."

"Yes, sir, I am," she answered back.

"And why is that?"

"Because I am a slut, sir," she responded. She

trembled and arched her back as his finger brushed

against her clit. "You make me feel so sleazy and

slutty," she continued.

He slapped her other cheek, admiring the twin

handprints on her pale flesh. "No, I don't make you

feel sleazy and slutty, you ARE sleazy and slutty.

That's what you live for, isn't it?" Not waiting for

her response, he rammed two fingers into her hot,

dripping cunt. "You live to have me split you open

like this. You need it. You crave it. If you could,

you'd spend every day and night like this, wouldn't you

my dear?"

She was silent, just enjoying the feel of his fingers

inside her. They thrust back and forth and she moaned

her growing excitement. She wasn't a quiet lover by

any means.

"Shoulders on the bed," he snapped, withdrawing his

fingers from her pussy. "We haven't started your

punishment yet. What shall it be...the whip, the crop,

the paddle? All three?"

She heard him walk across the room and the closet door

open. She imagined the picture she presented, kneeling

on the bed, ass high in the air, still clothed from the

waist up. She could feel her juices on the tops of her

inner thighs. The thought of her punishment just made

her hotter and she squirmed.

"I did not tell you to move," he spat out at her. "Why

must you always be so disobedient?" he asked

rhetorically.

"Just part of my charm." she answered with a hint of

laughter in her voice as she peeked around as him. Her

irrepressible sense of humor couldn't be kept down for

long. When she saw him catch her eye, she quickly

turned her head back to face the wall.

He walked back over to the bed. She was delicious, he

admitted to himself. What a truly slutty picture she

made, posed like she was. And he loved to laugh with

her...she had the most contagious laughter he had ever

heard. However, he was the boss, and she had to remain

aware of that fact. He sliced the riding crop through

the air behind her and down onto the pillow next to her

head. When she jumped, he smiled to himself. She

didn't like the crop very much. That was good; she was

already hot enough, he needed to bring her down.

"You have such a problem keeping your mouth shut and

eyes forward, slave, that I think you need help.

Straighten up on your knees only," he said.

She knew what was coming next, and as she slowly

straightened her back, she began pleading. "No,

please, sir, not that. I promise to be quiet. I swear

I won't look around again."

"Too late, my dear," he remarked conversationally, "I'm

tired of hearing your remarks. If you can't behave on

your own, then it's my job to make you behave." With

that he reached around her neck and she groaned. She

saw the red ball gag that she hated so much, but she

obediently opened her mouth to receive it. He forced

her mouth wide, stretching it wide to get the ball

between her teeth and settled properly.

"Don't move," he cautioned her as she tossed her head,

trying in vain to make the gag a little more

comfortable. She ceased all movement, remaining

motionless as the world went dark and he blindfolded

her as well. His hands reached around and swiftly

unbuttoned the front of her dress, leaving her naked

but for the black lace bra to support her large

breasts. His fingers grabbed both nipples and twisted

them harder than she liked. She moaned in pain and he

said, "You're right, the bra is just in the way." He

unfastened it and took it off of her, then reached

around again for her tits.

"Only sluts have tits this big, don't they?" he asked

her. "And we both know that's what you are. Only

sluts like having their nipples pinched and look how

hard yours are. Oh, stupid me, you can't look, can

you? Well, we'll have to fix it so you can feel how

hard your nipples are." He released her nipples and

walked back across to the closet. When he returned, he

knelt on the bed beside her, and took her left nipple

into his mouth and bit on it. Hard enough to make her

wince, but he could tell she was turned on by it. He

laved it with his tongue and spit it out.

She moaned when his mouth left her breast...she adored

having her nipples played with. The she jerked as she

felt the bite of the nipple clamp as he attached it to

her erect teat. Just as he released the full force of

the clamp he bit into her other nipple. By this time

her juices were running down her legs. He could see

the slackness of her thighs and the wet spot already on

the bed beneath her. "Such a slut," he smiled to

himself. He had never met a woman who could get so

wet, so quickly. She was truly remarkable.

He attached the other nipple clamp to her right tit and

pulled on the chain that connected the two. He pulled

hard, stretching her breasts out until he heard her

moans increase in volume and knew she felt real pain.

"Can you feel how huge your nipples are now, my pet?"

he lazily inquired. She nodded at him, feeling how

swollen they were. It felt painful yet pleasurable at

the same time.

He got off the bed again. "Shoulders down," he stated

sternly, as he began swishing the crop through the air.

She obeyed, but quivered inside at the thought of the

strokes of the riding crop. She hated it with a

passion, only surpassed by her horror of the cane.

"Why couldn't he have decided on the paddle, or the

flower," she thought. Her nipples were throbbing,

sending waves of sensation through her body straight to

her cunt. She could feel her clit pulsing with her

need. Even her fear of the crop couldn't keep her

sexual hunger in check.

CRACK! The first stroke with the crop came across both

cheeks of her ass. She jerked and quivered and moaned

behind the gag.

CRACK! The second lash was about a centimeter below

the first one. The tears began. He was going to give

her enough time to fully feel the sting of the stroke

before the next one. She wished he would just do it

quickly, and get it over with, but it seemed that was

not his plan.

"Ahh, how lovely," he thought. The visual picture of

her white ass with two red welts rising quickly was

balm to his soul. He had planned on 20 strokes with

the crop and spaced them out so no two crossed the same

line on her ass. He paused between each one, enjoying

the shuddering and shaking that rushed through her body

with each line of fire that raised a welt on her ass.

The moans she made were music to his ears, increasing

in volume with each crack of the crop.

After about 10 strokes, (she lost count,), he reached

around her and yanked on the chain from the nipple

clamps. "How are you doing, my dear? Forget about

those tits of yours yet? We wouldn't want that, would

we?"

He picked up the crop again and ran it over her ass.

He stroked her between her legs, loving the way she

backed up to it, trying to fuck the crop. He ran his

other hand over her ass, feeling the heat from her

welts. He hadn't really struck her very hard, just

enough to raise the welts that would probably be faded

by the next morning.

She was crazy with sensation now. She could feel it

all...her nipples pulsating, the heat on her ass from

the strokes of the crop, the crop tickling her pussy

lips, his hand soothing her behind with it coolness,

the tears on her face from the pain of the strokes.

She loved it. All of it. She was a slut. At least

for him, and she couldn't get enough. She moaned

imploringly through the gag. She jerked again as she

felt a cool liquid being dripped on her hot ass. It

ran down the crack and his finger followed. He

massaged around her asshole, ticking her there while

the crop sawed back and forth against her clit. The

two feelings were making her feel like she was going to

explode any second, and her entire body was trembling.

All of a sudden it was too much and she went over the

top into a body-shaking orgasm. At the moment that he

felt her come, he plunged the butt plug up her ass,

enjoying the way she her muscles clenched it and shook

it with the force of her orgasm.

He couldn't stand it anymore and gave in. He pulled

off his shorts and rammed into her boiling cunt. The

heat from her ass was burning against his abdomen, and

he could feel the butt plug through the membrane inside

her. He fucked her hard, pulling out and slamming deep

inside her. Every fourth or fifth stroke he would pull

the butt plug out and ram it into her asshole in time

with his cock. He kept telling her that this was her

purpose in life. "A fuck slut, aren't you?" he asked.

"Love to be double-fucked, don't you?" he asked.

Everytime he said something degrading he felt her cunt

spasm around his prick.

She couldn't believe how good she felt. The blindfold

enhanced all of the sensations and the gag forced her

to keep it all inside. She thought she would die from

the pleasure of the cock in her cunt and the plug in

the ass. She felt so full of him. She loved it.

Truly loved it. The pain from the crop only

accentuated the pleasure of the fucking. She

approached another orgasm quickly. She was so hot from

the clamping and the cropping that it didn't take much.

After about three minutes she exploded again. She

thought she could see stars behind her blindfold, she

came so hard.

He kept pounding away at her cunt and ass. "You know

you want to come again, don't you slut? You are mine,

to do with as I want. I will make you come on command

for me. I will make you beg for more..." on and on he

went, as he kept slamming into her. He pulled the butt

plug out of her ass and before it winked closed he

thrust his prick up her tight asshole.

"You like being fucked up the ass. You love to have me

split you wide like this. You are MY slut. You are MY

slave. Mine to do whatever I want with, aren't you?"

He continued on, his words just making her hotter. She

loved the feeling of being owned. She felt complete in

his possession of her. And his cock felt incredible up

her ass. She didn't care for anal sex all of the time,

but when she was really worked up she adored the

feeling of it.

She arched her back even more, rubbing her clamped tits

across the bed and whimpering in mixed pain and

pleasure. He reached underneath her and ran his

fingers across her engorged clit. That was all it

took. She shuddered into another climax, feeling her

sphincter clamp onto his cock. That's the feeling she

craved, she thought.

As her ass tightened around him he gave a loud cry and

began to come deep in her ass. Four, five, six spurts

of hot come flooded her insides. The feeling was

incredible to him. He could hear her moaning softly

and felt the aftershocks of her orgasm course through

her body, causing answering shudders in his.

He slowly withdrew from her ass and collapsed on the

bed next to her. She slumped down next to him and

cuddled up to his body. He removed the blindfold from

her eyes and the gag from her mouth, enjoying the dazed

look in her eyes as she looked at him.

She licked her lips to remove the taste of the ball gag

and smiled a smile of perfect contentment at him.

"Dinner can wait, I guess", she remarked.

He smiled back at her and scratched his fingernails

across the welts on her ass, "I'm already sated, slut,

aren't you?" he answered.

"For the moment", she said with a lustful look in her

eyes.

"Such a slut", he replied. "My slut." She just nodded

and ran her hand over his chest. She happily reflected

that she has finally found a man who understood her.