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I shuffled nervously as I waited in the half-empty pub carpark a couple of towns over from where I lived. After weeks of online communication, the day was finally here when I was going to meet him in person and for safety reasons, we’d agreed to meet in a public place, and where better than the pub?Shortly after ten-thirty, his silver Mercedes entered the carpark and pulled up next to me. He stepped out of the car and walked round to me, greeting me with a warm embrace, instantly calming my nerves.“Shall we get a drink?” he asked.“Sure,” I replied and turned in the direction of the pub. However, I was quickly stopped by him firmly grabbing my arm. He pulled me close to him and put his lips to my ear.“You know that is not how you respond to me,” he whispered sternly. I froze, knowing exactly what he meant.“Yes, Sir,” I quickly replied.He released my arm and took my hand in his. “Good girl,” he said as he started walking towards the entrance.We took a seat in the corner of the pub, it wasn’t very busy as it was a Thursday morning but we still wanted our own space. He bought us two glasses of coke, and sat down opposite me. As we drank we spoke at length about our lives, it felt so natural and like a normal date, but we both knew this was much more than a normal date.“Have you done as I instructed?” He interrupted our relatively normal conversation.My heart started racing at the secret I was hiding, that no one else around us knew. “Yes Sir,” I replied, in the correct way this time.“Prove it. Go to the toilets and send me a photo.” His voice was firm and authoritative, I knew I had no option but to do as he said.I grabbed my phone from my bag almanbahis and quickly walked to the toilets. I went to the cubicle furthest from the door and made sure it was locked. I pulled my jeans down to my ankles, opened my phone’s camera, and snapped a photo. After pulling my jeans up, I admired the photo. Freshly shaved pussy and plug in my ass, just as Sir had instructed. I felt like such a dirty slut being plugged in public, I was embarrassed by how much it turned me on. My pussy was already getting wet and Sir had demanded that I wear no pants so I was concerned that I would soak through my jeans. I quickly sent Sir the picture and returned to our table.“Excellent, slut.” My pussy tingled whenever he spoke to me like that.“Thank you, Sir,” I replied smiling.“Let’s go, we have a busy day ahead of us.”The car ride to his house was fairly uneventful, his hand rested on my thigh occasionally slipping higher in an attempt to tease me, which was definitely working.His house was incredibly normal from the outside, and for the most part also the inside. I set my bag to one side in the hallway, took off my shoes to be polite, and followed him into the living room.“Remember your safeword?” he asked casually as he placed his jacket on the back of a chair.“Yes Sir, it’s pineapple,” I replied.“Don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” I was pretty new to all this and something that drew me to him was how caring and reassuring he was, which was exactly what I needed.“Now slut, I want you to strip and be in position for when I return. You can leave your clothes on that chair.”“Yes Sir,” I said as I started removing my clothes and folding them nicely, almanbahis yeni giriş placing them on the chair he’d indicated. He disappeared upstairs and returned a few minutes later with a bag, which I presumed had toys in as we’d discussed prior to our meetingI waited in position for him, on my knees, legs apart, palms face up on my knees.“Perfect, you’ve been practicing for me, haven’t you, slut?” he asked with a smirk as he re-entered the room.“Yes Sir.”He placed the bag down on the coffee table and reached into it. He pulled out a black leather collar that had a pair of nipple clamps attached. My nipples instantly became hard at the thought of them being clamped, something he knew I loved. He walked over to me and told me to hold my hair up as he fastened the collar around my neck. He flicked and pulled on my nipples before placing the clamps tightly on them. He pulled lightly on the chain, checking they were firmly attached. He stepped back and looked at me.“What a pathetic sight,” he laughed. “I bet you’re all wet aren’t you, slut? You love having your fat nipples clamped don’t you?”“Yes Sir, I am Sir,” I replied honestly, my pussy was soaking and all I wanted was him to fuck me, but I knew that wasn’t happening any time soon.He stepped forward and crouched down, placing his hand on my pussy. “My word Slut, you are dripping. You better not ruin my carpet otherwise you’ll be cleaning it. With your tongue, naturally.” I could feel my cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “Stand up and go bend over the dining table.”I did as he said, placing my hands above my head as my clamped nipples pressed against the wooden table. Without almanbahis giriş me seeing, he took a paddle, with the word “slut” engraved into it, out of the bag. He walked over to me.“Do you remember the mistake you made earlier, slut?”“Yes Sir, I forgot my manners, Sir,” I said, ashamed of making such a simple mistake.“Correct. And as you are well aware, mistakes need to be punished. Twenty spanks should be enough to help you to remember.” He lightly caressed my behind with the paddle. “Count.”Suddenly, the leather paddle hit my left cheek, causing me to jump slightly. I quickly remembered to say “one” as instructed. He swiftly raised the paddle and spanked my right cheek. I continued counting each one, the pain slowly turning into pleasure.After ten hard spanks on each cheek, he placed the paddle down on the table next to me. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, but I knew better than to turn around and look. I heard him leave the room for a brief moment, before returning to stand behind me.“A good slut always shows off her marks,” he said, using my phone he’d retrieved to take photos of my red ass. When he was satisfied with the photos he stepped round the table and placed the phone in front of my face so I could see myself. “My slut is nice and red, good girl.”“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.“Stand up,” he said sternly. “Follow me.”I did as he said, following him up the stairs to his bedroom. He had already set things up for us, a selection of dildos, plugs and vibrators were laid out on top of the dresser, a four-way handcuff contraption was attached to the bed and a towel was laid on the bed.“Lie down on your back, legs apart, arms out above your head.”“Yes, Sir.” I climbed on the bed and as soon as I parted my legs he grabbed my left ankle, fastening a cuff to it. He repeated with my other leg and both my arms so I was laid like a star, restrained to the bed.
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