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The Phone Call - Part 2 As soon as my shift is over I do all of my paper work in quick order and head to the house. Some of the girls asked if I wanted to go with them for a drink or sandwich but I begged off telling them my date would be picking me up in an hr and I needed to get gone. I got to the house and made a few phone calls to make sure all the animals were taken care of and hit the shower....I had some new depilatory cream to use on my body hair and I made sure it was all gone before I got out of the shower...I was so horny I wanted to take the time an play with myself right there in the shower but I knew if I did I might run late and most likely the first thing he would ask me would be if I had played in the shower.....and believe me....I knew much better than that before going to see him.......I checked my legs,between my legs and under my arms and all seemed just fine. By the time I got on the road I was only going to have 45 min to get to his house......what if I could not find it.....what would I do then.....this can't be happening. Surely I can remember a few things to key me in on how to find it again.....The time passes very quickly and soon I see his exit off of interstate. With all the luck of the Irish and all the elves I can conjure up I finally see his house and with only minutes to spare. I park in front of his house and am pleased to see no other cars on the street. I quickly grab a coat to cover my near nude body and ease out of the truck and head to the door. My high heels are making a very loud clicking sound on the concrete walkway as I approach the house. I step up on the porch and look at my watch......just a few minutes to spare......well better early than late.....for sure. I ring the doorbell and stand back.....it seems like an eternity....just as I reach for the door bell again the door suddenly opens. There he is....and I can't say a word....speechless and that is very unusual for me Ms. Mega Mouth. "Do come in out of the cold pet" he says. I step into the house and feel the warm glow of the fireplace and feel the plush carpet under my feet. He takes my coat and offers me his hand to step down into the sunken living room. I want to ask him what was the rush....what he has in mind for tonight but I know full better than to breach that subject at all. He puts my coat on his bed and returns and gives me a long kiss and compliments me on my gown and and shoes. He pours me a glass of his favorite soft drink and I settle in on the floor at his feet with him on the divan. I am in seventh heaven.....I can hug his legs or rub under his pants leg up and down his calf. I don't know what it is doing for him but I am only getting more horny by the minute. We have only talked for 10 min. or so when the door bell rings. I stand up to answer the door but he reaches out and stops me. "Here pet..let me help you with this" and he takes my drink glass and sits it on the glass coffee table. Then he takes a leather blindfold out of his pocket and turns me around and puts it on me. It is on in a sec. and I can not see anything. He leads me out to the middle of the floor and tell me to kneel down. I ease down on to my knees and when I do he takes both of my wrist behind me and slips a pair of metal handcuffs on me. The door bell rings again and I hear him walk off. The front door opens and someone comes in....I can feel the cold air from outside but the warm flame from the fireplace is very relaxing. Several more times in the next 10 mins. the doorbell rings and someone comes in. I can't tell if they are singles or couples....I listen for a voice or some sign but can not hear anything at all.....I do hear the rustling of the coats coming off but that is it. After 30 min. or more I am getting really nervous and almost at the point of shaking. I have been able to hear voices in the direction of the kitchen but can not tell whom they are and sure have no idea of what they are saying. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder....it is him...."Please stand up pet" and I do just as he says with his help since my hands are behind my back and it is very awkward to try and get up off the floor. He unhooks one cuff from my left wrist and tells me "Pet take your gown and heels off please". It catches me by surprise and I start to stamper a question out but a light but firm slap to the jaw stops all movement of my mouth and I get the gown and heels of in a sec. The gown drops to the center of the floor on top of my heels and he takes my hand and leads me over to the divan where we had been sitting. He sits down and I with my blindfold and cuff still locked on one wrist sit down at his leg to rest. The conversation goes on for 30 min or so and I am just kind of in a lull like daydream. But that soon ends as I hear him say "Well pet will show you...won't you pet". My mind tenses from the fact that I have no idea of what they were talking about. But still I manage a meek "Yyyes Sir". End Part 1 He takes my hand and puts three wooden clothes pins in one hand and three wooden pins in the other. I have a bad feeling about this but there really is nothing I can do about it. "Pet,crawl on your knees over to the chair behind you and show them the pins". I do my best to ease over to the chair behind me with the pins in each hand,handcuffs on one wrist and the blindfold still on I really have no idea of where I am going. The carpet is soft on my knees and at this point I really need anything soft. After a few awkward movements I bump into the chair and a pair of hands reach out and help to steady me as I fell forward into the person. I quickly sit back on my knees and raise both hands up and open them with the pins in them. I am thinking that this is what he wants me to do. I am going to be pinned by someone I have no way of seeing who it is. Almost like pin the tail on the donkey.....but kind of in reverse....and I am sure this will be a lot more fun. I feel hands take the pins out of my hands and I drop my hands down on to my knees in my best submissive pose. I sit like this waiting for several minutes while all sorts of small talk goes on about and around me. I am having lots of trouble processing the chatter and it all seems to just blend into one big mumble. Then I hear a familiar voice break through the jumble of monotones and grab my attention..."Pet,please take each of your breast in one of your hands and roll,pinch and twist the nipple with your thumb and index finger to get it nice and hard and then present them for his inspection". I answer with a quick "Yes Sir"...sitting up straight I take each breast in a hand and get busy with each nipple. Well...I can sure say this is the most fun I have had since I got here so I guess things are looking up. With my constant attention to them the nipples have become rock hard. As I am still working on each of them in turn and together I feel a pair of hands reach down and stop my fingers from there assigned task. Still sitting upright I am now just holding my breast out for his inspection but why do I think this is more than an inspection at hand here. I feel his fingers reach down and pinch a small section next to my left nipple and gently set a pin on that piece of skin and all so slowly let the pressure off the pin allowing the pressure to transfer to my breast. He next puts one on the other side of the breast and finally pinches the nipple hard and sets the third pin right on the nipple. Now what a site this must make but before I have time to even think about it he is at work putting the other three on the other breast. When he is done I ease back onto my heels into a more comfortable position devoid of all the distractions around me that I can still not see and are becoming more incoherent to me all the time all the time. Someone....and I am not sure who tells me to crawl over to the chair behind me. I ease on all fours around the coffee table that I know was behind me and up to the chair. I am a little off on the exact location but a set of hands reaches out to guide and tell me just where I am. I easily adjust my position to be facing the person with the set of hands that has just given me the direction on where they are sitting. I take both of my breast and hold them up proudly, to show whomever it is looking at them,that the pins are indeed biting into my flesh and to let them feel and play with them. This person pulls on each and every one of the pins....not a gentle pull but pulls them to the point that they are ready to pop off then relaxes the grip and allows them back down again. I know I am breathing very hard and can feel my chest heaving as I hold my breast in my hands. They are hot.....real hot to the touch...and other parts of my body are even hotter. I know that I can wear these pins for some time before I will have to consider using my safe word....but it seems I have lost track of time and have no idea how long they have been on. After several more directions to move and allow others to view the pins on my breast I am told to remove each one very slowly and place them on the coffee table leaving the ones on the nipples until the last two. As I ease them off one by one there is a sharp pain that causes me to make a small jerk with each that I remove. I hear one or two comments about how nice they looked on my firm breast and what nice marks have been left removing them. I am now down to the last two pins on the nipples and as I ease the first one off a small jerk combined with a small gasp escapes my lips. Taking the last one off and feeling the rush of blood back into the nipple was to much for me. I know that I let out a soft low groan and several small spasms shook my body with a totally involuntary reflex. I had the feeling that I was very light headed and that my body was moving in large circles......I reached out to steady myself and grabbed a pair of legs in front of me. "Very good my pet"....the familiar voice said. It was him....I was back where I had started....in front of the one that I longed to please. "Just relax on my legs for a bit pet and you will be ok". I know I sat without moving for sometime but just did not have any idea of how long. I finally got the energy to move one hand up to feel and massage one of my breast but no sooner had I touched it than a hand from above me took hold of it and gently pushed it back down to my lap. I then could feel his hand easing over the dimples left in my breast by the pins. Each spot a pin had been became very touchy as his fingers moved over them. His fingers finally stopped on the nipples and he started to toy with. First he just rubbed them then he was pinching them and then he was twisting and pulling on them. I could not contain my excitement anymore and each and every touch from him elicited a reaction and soft moan from me. I was so hot....this had done nothing for my day at work and I came over here wanting sex....I was keyed up enough when I got here that I could have jumped him when he opened the door. And now here I am with sweat running down my neck and breast and down my tummy. The wetness between my legs is undeniable...I can feel it starting to run down and drip on to my ankle I am sitting on. Thinking that it will not be noticed I ease one hand down between my legs and feel the smooth skin where hair use to be years ago. Maybe just a few small rubs.....just one finger and I might ease some of the desire that has built to a fever pitch in my sex. I ease the lips apart and allow one finger to explore the inner folds looking for the small bud of pleasure that I know will respond with just one touch. But before I can get that far there is a loud "whap" and I bolt upright. He takes the hand that was between my legs and pushes it down next to my side. "If you want another slap on your butt pet just keep it up.....your hands are busy hands and I have not told you that you can touch yourself at all. Do you understand"? I nod my head in an up and down motion several times and then the "whap" again.....a little harder and in the same spot....geeeze....that did sting. "Yes Sir...I understand" I manage to blurt out....fully expecting more blows of his hand. But none came.....in fact nothing at all was happening.....no talking,no movement...nothing. I sat for a long time just leaning on his legs wanting so badly to touch myself for any relief that I might derive in that instant. After what seemed like an eternity he spoke again. Speaking not to me but to someone across the room but I had no idea of whom. "Take that folded blanket and put it right in the middle of the floor please". I was now hugging his legs very tightly as if the tighter I hugged he would not have me do anything else for his guest. But knowing what we use the blanket for in the living room in front of the fireplace I knew my night was far from over. As he stroked my hair and rubbed my neck he would occasionally let his fingers ease down and twist and tweak one of my nipples. He put his head down next to mine and whispered in my ear..."Pet....I would like for you to do one final thing for me tonight. Can you do that"? Without even so much as a thought I told him "Yes Sir...whatever you wish Sir". "Good" he said..."Ease around the table here and crawl over to the blanket. Get on it on your knees and spread your knees as wide as you can and get as comfortable as you can". I did just as I was told...as I crawled I could hear the clanking of the metal cuff bracelet I was dragging along. This blanket was mine....I did so love it...so many times I have been on this blanket at a party playing with lots of people standing around looking at me play. Other times it has just been with him doing whatever he wished to and with me. But my blanket has a very special meaning to me. It is a part of him and a part of me....feel around on it and you might find a small piece of wax.....or who only knows what else. This is also the blanket that he wraps me in when I have finished playing or doing whatever it is he wished me to do. For these reasons my blanket is very special to me.....and when he tells me to get on my blanket it sends a cold chill all the way up my spine because I know he has something really special in store for me. I find the blanket and get on both knees and push my legs apart as far as I can. Even with the blindfold on I still know how open and exposed I am to all in the room. I try to get as comfortable as I can in this position but comfortable is a real misnomer for this situation. When I finally quite wiggling and squirming and get still I hear his voice again "Here try these on for size" and there is a metal clunk as something hits the glass coffee table. I hear several people making comments about the items but none mention them so I still have no idea of what to expect. Much like the night that I saw him putting a small branding iron into the fireplace. After that he blindfolded and tied me very securely over the chair and for a long time told me of how lovely I would look with his small brand on my butt or breast all the time touching different parts of my body while making comments on them. I stayed in a cold sweat for the whole time I was tied to the chair. Every swat of the paddle,lick of the whip or slice of the cane I just knew was going to be the red hot branding iron on my butt....or worst my breast. But that night ended with him only using the iron to burn his initial into the top of the wooden box that he keeps all of my toys in under his bed. But tonight I don't think he has any of that in mind at all but you never know with him. I feel someone behind me and it is him. He tells me that he will be right behind me in case I start to fall or get off balance. I thank him for his kindness and thoughtfulness. The words have only just left my mouth when he takes both of my wrists and pull them behind me. I hear the cuffs snap shut and know full well that there is no escape for me at all from whatever it is he has in mind. Now I know why he came and sat down behind me. But this means that whatever is going to happen will not be with his help. The cuffs are very loose but still no way to slip out of them.....but I did try.....just had to suit my mind that maybe...just maybe I could get a hand free if I needed too. But other than a futile effort nothing else was gained at all in that department. I still hear voices talking about the items on the table. Then one voice ask if they might see them on me for a better aesthetic evaluation of the items. Then I hear something I have heard before.....a voice.....I know that voice....I have heard it before....and then as she speaks I know full well where I have heard it before. "May I" and the man holding the items says "Sure...be my guest". I am terrified......who is this.....where is she from....what does she want from me....my mind is spinning like a top inside my head. She sits in front of me on the floor and takes my left breast in both her hands and bounces it as though weighing a piece of produce at the market. She then takes the other one and does the same thing with it. When she is done with that she takes my left nipple and pulls and twist it worst than it has been abused so far today. I want to let out a little "ouch" but know that with that I would find a real pain on my butt since he is sitting behind me. Then I feel it....it is the cool metal of the small nipple clamps that he sometimes carries in his pocket to use on me at will or have me wear while we are out in public. She slips one on the nipple and begins to tighten it down. Just as I am beginning to breath through that sensation she starts on the other one. With both of them in place the conversation turns to trying to figure out if they are both tightened down the same amount. First one then the other is slowly tightened down on each nipple. I can hear them talking about the one of the left needs a little more tightening and then the other. The pain in the nipples is not a sharp hurting one but rather one that is spreading warmth over both of my breast and nipples. Many minutes later they are all satisfied that both are an equal amount of distance in being tightened down and it seems all just sit down and are looking at me as I sit here on my blanket getting hotter and hotter. Something touches my nipple...I jump...it is her back again.....she is pinching the small parts of my protruding nipples with her long sharp fingernails. She takes her nails and drags them all around my breast and over my stomach,up my sides and along my arms. I guess she liked my reactions of jerking and twitching as from time to time I hear a small "mmmmm" ease from her lips. I don't know how long this went on but it was driving me crazy.....I wanted to cry out so badly for a release....anyone....anything.....just please....please.... But I did not......I sat and endured just what it was he had in mind for me to show him how far and what I was capable of doing just for him. Then from behind me I felt his hands move over my breast....lightly play with my nipples and drift aimlessly down between my legs. The touching between my legs was ever so light....I tried to push down onto his hand but with my legs this far apart I could not. He was kissing me on the back of my neck and talking to me but I had no idea of what he was saying.....I only had one thing on my mind now....the throbbing in my nipples and breast went all the way down to my clit,between my legs and up into my sex. I knew this feeling.....I was very close to cumming.....what can I do...what could I say that would help me to get the release that I needed.....nothing......nothing at all with him. If I tried to hurry at all....if he even thought I was in a hurry or needy......I hate to think of it....but I know he would stop.....bring me back down and start all over again...I could not take that...it would drive me more insane than I already am.....I had to maintain my composure as best as I could and try and make this take as long as he intended. I really don't remember how long it took.......but it was a long time from my perspective......but just as I thought I could not stand anymore he touched me between my legs, drew his fingers up and to my clit and started to rub it.....that was it....way more than I could stand....I had to ask and ask now....I knew it was risky but I had to try...."Please Sir,please may I cum now for you" I asked in my best subbie voice. There was a short silence and I just knew I had screwed up but then he spoke. "Yes pet you may" and with that he slid two fingers deep into me and that is the last I remember. I guess I screamed and convulsed and bucked as I usually do but really just do not remember. When I was again aware of my surroundings the cuffs were gone...as were the nipple clamps and the blindfold. I opened my eyes and his face was right next to mine just laying and looking at me. I was now wrapped in my favorite blanket and was toasty warm with the fire in the fireplace slowly burning down behind me. "Pet....would you like for me to get you up and into my bed or would you rather just lay here awhile longer"? I thought for several seconds and then blurted out "Sir, might I be allowed to just stay here wrapped up in my blanket a little longer"? He did not answer but turned and walked off....oh damn....I've done it now.....he will be so pissed with me that he will dump me for sure....why couldn't I just keep my big mouth shut and do just what he wanted, damn,damn,damn. He stopped at the door and turned off all the lights in the big room....I just knew I had really messed up..all of my old insecurities were running rampant..a tear was starting to run down my cheek....then I felt him standing next to me. What was he doing....I could not really tell in the dark. Then the flame rose up in the fireplace and I could see that he had just put two more logs on the fire. Then in the light flickering from the flame I could see him undressing over next to one of the chairs. When he was done he came back over to me in the blanket, bent down and licked the tears from my cheeks. "Move over pet.....it is going to be a long night".
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