Sapphic Voices Erotica

Surprise Visit

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

The rain fell gently on the window sill. The skies were cloudy and dark. I just wanted to curl up on the sofa and watch the flames in the fireplace. The air was filled with the sweet sound of the blues that played softly from the cd player.

A knock at my door brought the comfort zone to an edge. I opened the door to my Mistress and let her in. She shook off the water that ran from her coat onto the floor. The look on her face told me that this would be one of those afternoons that she would expect complete compliance from me. I was not expecting her, but I knew better than to question her appearance.

As she took off her coat, I could see her black leather underneath. She looked at me and smiled, not the kind of friendly smile that comes with unexpected guests, but the kind of smile that told me her arousal state was high.

I turned to hang her coat up on the rack behind the door. I felt my hair being bunched in her hand as I was pulled to the floor before her. I shuddered from the intimidation and the desire of the things to come.

She grabbed my hands and wrapped leather straps around my wrists. They were tied tightly together. I squirmed on my knees, knowing that she was in rare form and she meant business. There was no foreplay, there was no preparing, there was only her will and my submission to it.

"Get your ass in the room, slave."

"Yes, ma'am."

I got up and walked quickly into the concrete garage. The walls had been insulated for sound many years before and metal rings had been drilled into the walls. There were many places she like to inflict her love on me, but I waited obediently for her to tell me where to go.

My mistress grabbed me from behind and picked me up to land on the table at the end of the room. Her eyes revealed a fire that burned deeply. she was ready to take me into her realm.

She pulled my arms up and attached the leather straps that held my wrists together to a metal ring. After looping the straps through, she pulled it tight and my arms stretched full-length above my head.

My mistress pulled my shirt up and bunched it around my wrists and head. My eyes were covered and my vision consisted of the yellow shirt I had worn only minutes ago. I felt her hands roughly pull my panties off. I was naked and vulnerable to her whims.

Something smooth ran across the length of my body and then back again. I knew the feel of that smoothness. It was her leather flogger. It was her favorite toy to start with. She loved to watch me break out in a sweat when she started with this. I had often wanted her to start slow and easy and then progress into the harshness of this world of her, but today was not to be one of those times.

I felt the sting of her flogger even before I heard the sound it made when snapped from a few feet away. I winced and she laughed. The sound brought forth a new sting and my body tensed in anticipation of the days events.

I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulder and then she dragged them down the length of my body. I could feel the skin rise as the nails made their path down to my shins. I had trails of burning that felt hot as she raked down my body with her nails over and over again. I held my breath as she dug into me and then released it when she reached my feet. the pain was wonderful.

I felt exhilarated and excited. I wanted more and yet I had no right to expect anything from her. She was in control. She was the one to give the gift of pain and ecstasy.

I felt her hands grab my breasts and squeeze hard. I winced and moaned out loud. she squeezed harder. It hurt so good and I squirmed on the table. I felt so open and vulnerable and yet it excited me beyond imagination.

Her fingers and thumbs squeezed my nipples hard and pulled them until they squeezed out of her fingers. She pulled them again. Harder and harder she squeezed them until I cried out from the pain. I felt her hands lift off of my nipples and then the pain of the clamps took hold of me. My breathing quickened and my heart raced. She left the clamps on my nipples and moved away.

A moment later I felt her lift my legs up at the knees and spread my legs wide open.

"My bitch is ready isn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress," I stuttered. I was always afraid and yet aroused from her roughness. It wouldn't do me any good not to accept her pain and roughness, but I wouldn't think of stopping her. She gave me pure desire and fulfillment. I craved her harshness on my body. I wanted her in the worst way and that's what she gave me... her worst way.

I felt her touch between my thighs. She ran her fingers above my clit and then to my open pussy, wide with anticipation. Her hand slipped inside and I gasped from the entry and the electric spasms that ransacked my insides. My breathing was deep and gasping as she pulled her hand from my wet, hot pussy and ran it along the slit until it found my clit. Her hand rubbed circles around my clit and then moved to the top of it and she vibrated her fingers across the top. I could feel myself nearing the edge and tried to hold on.

She sensed my drawing near and pulled her hand away.

"Don't you fucking dare. I tell you when you cum, you don't make that decision."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm trying hard not to let go. I"m sorry."

She spread the lips above my clit open. I was so aroused that I could hardly keep myself from having an orgasm. She knew that, she took great delight in bringing me close and then making me wait. When I couldn't hold it any longer, she'd punish me for letting go. As I thought of her face smiling as she tortured me with desire and the threat of punishment, I lost control and my body moved from side to side as I gushed with juices that betrayed my wrong.

"You fucking bitch. I told you not to let go, didn't I? You'll pay for this."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let go, it just happened."

"No excuses, whore. You'll pay for this," the sneer on her face told me that she was already aware of her punishment to me.

My mistress left the room and I lay in wait for her reappearance. I drew in deep breaths to try to relax from the strong orgasm that had just occurred. Still blinded by my shirt around my head, I never saw her reenter the room. I didn't hear anything, but felt my body get twisted to the side. My arms twisted on the leather straps.

I felt her hand smack me on the ass and then it struck again on the other side. I yelled in surprise and then heard her laugh quietly to herself. She was pleased with herself and doing with me what she willed. I felt a rush of excitement building inside of me again. She smacked me again and then rolled me on my stomach.

"I want you to pull your legs up underneath of your body, bitch."

"Yes, ma'am." I shuddered, not knowing what she had in mind. I knew I had better obey quickly. As soon as I pulled my legs up underneath my body, she spread the cheeks of my ass open wide and then inserted an extension of herself deep within my ass. I gasped widely. It hurt from the dryness and the shock of the invasion. I said nothing. The little bit of wetness from my orgasm was the only lubricant I had there. I felt her slide the extension back out slowly and then cram it back into me full force. I cried out that it hurt. She laughed. The pain was deep and aching, but I was happy that she was pleased. I felt my body tense and my breathing quickened. She could see that I was becoming aroused and crammed her extension back deep inside of me. Then she stepped away.

"I'll be back. When I get back, I want that to still be inside of you. You hear me, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She walked out of the room and closed the door. I could hear her in the kitchen, getting something out of the refrigerator. The extension began to slip out slowly. I tried to hold it in with my muscles, but it slipped out quicker. I stopped instantly and tried to concentrate on something else. It continued to slip slowly out of my asshole and I began to sweat. I wanted so much to reach down and hold it in, but my hands were tied, I couldn't move.

Her extension slipped out just as she walked back through the door.

"What the fuck? Didn't I tell you, bitch, not to let that come out?"

"I tried to keep it in, honest. I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm sorry."

I felt her hands pull my ankles together and then she reached for the leg chains. she wrapped my ankles in padded restraints and then wrapped them in chains and attached the chains to the ceiling.

I could feel my body twist and then drop as my feet were elevated above me. She sneered as she watched my surprise and intimidation. I shivered as I saw the look of controlled evil on her face. I knew that this was something new, something she had come up with just a moment ago. She had that gleam in her eyes. She had that determined look of playful experimentation on her face.

I could see no more than glimpses between the buttonholes of my shirt that now hung completely over my face and head. I felt anticipation for the next experience, good or bad.

My thighs were separated and a long extension was forced between my lips, deep within my pussy. There was another extension forced deep within my ass and a butterfly device was placed upon my clit. I gasped and had trouble breathing for the pleasure and fear that engulfed me.

I felt the butterfly go off. The vibration on my clit became so powerful that I gasped for air as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me, over and over again. My body pulsated as the orgasm took control. My pussy convulsed and my ass reacted with spasms that shook my whole body. I could hear her as she laughed wickedly at the sight of my convulsions.

"Oh my god," I moaned over and over again.

"Oh yeah, you like this don't you, bitch? I knew you would. You are such a nasty whore. I love it."

"Yes, yes," was all that I could utter.

I felt her pull my body, while convulsing, to the side of the table. My juices flowed from my pussy and ran down to my belly. The vibrations stopped. I took a deep breath and then waited for the next escapade to start. The steel chain that my feet were attached to moved along a groove in the ceiling. She pulled my body closer to the side of the table.

I heard her jump on the table and stand next to my face that hung down low. She pulled my face out from under my shirt and then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled it closer to her naked and shaved pussy. Hanging upside down, my face was forced to her body and I began to lick and suck her mound.

She spread her legs and opened her lips for me to suck her pussy and clit. She tasted sweet and her smell was pure, yet strong. She was ready for me to cleanse her of her pent-up emotions. She was ready to give herself to me in this subservient way. I licked and sucked hungrily. She released the chain and lay my body down on the table as I continued to eat her feast.

I looked at her face. She was watching me. That aroused me even more. I wanted to please her in every way. I wanted to give her all that she deserved.

Her body squirmed and then she exploded into my mouth. Her cum came hard and I swallowed fast, gulping as I drank of her juices. She leaned back and breathed a deep, cleansing breath. She was satisfied.

She stood up and raised her leg to stand on either side of my body. My mistress opened her lips and squatted down on top of my body, being careful not to touch my skin, but leaning close enough to aim directly at my clit, she let go of a golden shower. The force on my clit sent waves of pleasure and my body shuddered with yet another orgasm.

She smiled and then reached for the pulley and untied my hands. When my hands were free, she walked out the door. She was gone.

If you have enjoyed B. Jay's "Surprise Visit", then please be certain to e-mail her at  wholesomejo[at]yahoo.com  and thank her for posting this Story.

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