I watched as James used the keycard to open the door to our suite. I had slept in so late I still felt wide awake. Dancing with Gianna all night had gotten me very worked up and I couldn't wait to be with James so I could get some sexual release from all of this pent-up frustration I was feeling.

“Get ready for bed; I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” he said as he trailed soft, hot kisses down my cheek and neck.

After he broke the soft, romantic, lingering kiss, we separated; James went into his bathroom and I went into the walk-in closet to pick out some lingerie. After rummaging around for a few minutes, I decided on a light blue, babydoll, silk nightie. It had intricately designed lace cups and matching see-through thong lace panties.

I walked into the bathroom and began brushing my teeth and hair. I then scrubbed my face, removing the makeup that I had put on earlier that day. I took a final look in the mirror, and once I was satisfied with my appearance I undressed, taking off the now infamous yellow scrunch dress. Just as I was about to put on the sexy lingerie I had picked out, I noticed movement at the bathroom door in my peripheral vision. I wasn’t sure how long James had been watching me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue boxer shorts.

“You won’t need to wear that tonight, Melanie.”

I gave him a puzzled look; he always loved it when I wore sexy lingerie like this. His expression was calm and even as he silently extended his hand. I couldn’t place it, but somehow his mood had changed and he somehow seemed darker, more ominous.

We walked silently, hand in hand, into the master bedroom. At first glance, nothing was different; the giant four-post oak bed was still in the middle of the room, the upper posts extending nearly to the ceiling. Then my jaw dropped as I noticed the cable ties hanging down from each upper post. Instinctively, I looked down at the floor and noticed two more cables attached to the bottom posts with thick Velcro bindings affixed to each end of the four cables. My stomach instantly felt sick. “Oh, God, James, no, I … I …”

His hand squeezed mine reassuringly. “Melanie,” he said calmly, “do you trust me?”

I could feel myself begin to gently tremble. “Yes, James, I do,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Good, now relax.”

I took a deep breath, desperately willing my body to calm down with every ounce of strength I had. He took a step, pulling me with him as we walked forward towards the bed, and once we reached it he turned me around to face him. I felt the back of my thighs touch the mattress as I faced away from the foot of the bed. He reached into the back of the elastic waistband of his boxers and produced a black blindfold.

“I want you to concentrate on the sound of my voice.”

My world went black as he secured the blindfold to my head, covering my eyes. A nanosecond before my world went dark, I noticed a cluster of various sexual devices on the table at the foot of the bed; unfortunately, I didn’t have time to see exactly what they were.

“Raise your arms above your head,” he ordered. I complied while he continued to speak. “Everything we do tonight is consensual, Melanie. If at any time you’d like me to slow down, you will say the word ‘yellow’.” I felt a fuzzy cuff wrap around one of my wrists.

“If what I’m doing is too intense and you want me to stop completely, you will say the word ‘red’,” he said as I felt my other wrist being secured in another fuzzy cuff. Oh God, I’ve read about this, these are safe words, what the hell is he going to do to me? “Repeat what I’ve told you back to me, Melanie, so I know that you completely and fully understand,” his voice said out of the darkness, over my hyperventilation.

I took a deep breath, trying again unsuccessfully to calm down. “If I want you to slow down, I need to say the word ‘yellow’, and if I want you to stop completely, I say the word ‘red’,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

The darkness was terrifying, but somehow also peaceful and liberating. I could feel myself begin to calm down somewhat as James’s smooth, even voice seemed to steady me.

“Good girl.”

His voice was now coming from below me as I felt him secure another fuzzy cuff around one of my ankles. I shivered as I felt his hand slowly move up the calf of my leg while he secured my other ankle into the last fuzzy cuff. I pulled against the restraints with my arms and legs, and even though there was some play in the cable ties they felt solid and unmovable.

In the darkness, I heard the click of a button on a remote control and then the whine of little motors as I felt the slack being taken out of the restraints, pulling me taut. I then heard another click of the button and the sound of the little motors whining that released some of the tension, and my limbs were given more play in the restraints.

In the dark, I heard his soft steps around me. My breathing was still heavier than normal, but I continued to try to calm myself so I could rely on my hearing to have some sort of clue as to what he was doing.

“You have such a beautiful body, Melanie, do you know that?”

Oh, God, he’s inspecting me like I’m some livestock animal. I felt his hands gently cup each of my breasts, causing my breath to quicken. Then his hands sensually and gently began to roam and explore my body, touching my stomach, my thighs, and then back up to the molten-hot center between my legs.

I gasped and groaned, feeling his finger lasciviously move over the lips of my vagina. Listening intently, I heard him move around me as he gently licked and kissed the nape of my neck while simultaneously inserting his fingers inside me. The dual onslaught of pleasure from his mouth and fingers caused me to tug hard against the restraints that continued to hold me tight.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, his fingers closed tight around my nipple, and I felt a sharp pain radiate through my body. I pulled hard on the cable ties, trying to get away from the disagreeable sensation, but I couldn’t. I was bound tight, and there was very little give in the restraints. Thankfully, he released my nipple from his rough grasp, and I let out a low moan. I shivered as his hands sensually roamed up and down my stomach, causing my muscles to involuntarily twitch and tingle at his gentle, soothing touch.

“I love how your body reacts to me,” he said tenderly, his voice seeming to impossibly come from all around me.

I felt lost and delirious, relying only on my sense of hearing to pull in information from around me as to what he was doing or might do next. His hands continued to explore my torso, and then they moved to my navel and then back to my vagina. The cables held my legs open so wide and in such a wanton, slutty pose that I was unable to close them when I felt his fingers brush over the soft lips of my sex.

His voice was coming from below me again. “Do you know how wet you are, Melanie?” I felt him rub his fingers over my inner thigh, collecting the secretions from my vagina. He made a loud, pronounced slurping sound as he licked my wetness from his fingers. “Do you have any idea how good you taste?” he said smoothly. I could feel my face flush as bright as an ember as he taunted me with his sensuous words. “I can understand now why Gianna loves spending hours between your legs.”

My face turned a deep scarlet red as he used the very personal information I’d previously told him to taunt and embarrass me. His fingers rubbed against my other inner thigh, collecting more of my sticky wetness. Then, without warning, he plunged his wet fingers into my mouth, and I had no choice but to taste myself.

“Tell me what you taste like, Melanie.” I felt mortified at his words and remained silent. How could he possibly expect an answer to that question? Again without warning, he swung his open hand hard until it made contact with my ass, making a loud cracking sound that echoed throughout the suite and causing me to cry out in pain. “It’s a simple question, Melanie; tell me what your hot, wet pussy tastes like,” he said in a playful, teasing tone.

I pulled against the restraints and then relented, giving in to him. “I taste tangy and sweet,” I said in a mortified tone.

“I couldn't have described it better myself.”

Concentrating, I heard his soft steps walking around me as if stalking me. I was so hot and wet, I wanted his hands touching my vagina, giving me any type of release from this maddening torment. He must have somehow sensed what I wanted because he returned to my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and then taking them into his mouth as he sucked and then gently bit them, causing a low moan to escape my lips.

“Your nipples, they’re so hard, Melanie,” he said in a soft, sensual, carnal tone.

Listening intently, I heard him pick up something metallic from the table. I had no clue what it was until something clamped around my nipple, causing me to gasp in a sharp intense pain. Seconds later, that sensation was replaced by a throbbing dull numbness. I felt a chain go across my chest between my breasts and then another clamp locked onto my other nipple. The pain wasn’t nearly as intense, I think because I knew it was coming, but it seemed to heighten every sensation I was feeling.

“Your big breasts look so good with nipple clamps on them, Melanie. I can’t even begin to describe how sexy they look. I wonder what would happen if I were to do this…” I cried out as he pulled the chain holding the two clamps together, which pulled on my tender nipples. “I know you like a little pain, don’t you?” he said playfully. “I remember how much you moaned when I spanked you; I could see the pleasure I was giving you and how you gave yourself to me. You’ve always been that submissive little girl, Melanie; you just needed someone strong enough to pull it out of you.”

Hearing his words, I pulled hard against the restraints, but they wouldn’t give. His voice, his words, were breaking me down, and I could feel myself surrendering to him. His footsteps moved away from me as he walked over to the table and picked something else up. I heard a hissing sound by my face and then the noise moved lower, around my breasts and torso. He was waving something around near me and I had no idea what it was until it made contact with my stomach, causing me to cry out.

“It’s a leather flogger, Melanie. I know you’ve never been spanked with anything other than a hand, so I want to expand your horizons a bit.”

The small pieces of leather produced a numbing, dull, aching sensation as opposed to the sharp, cracking pain of a hand. I gasped and winced as he moved the flogger upwards and the small pieces of leather made contact with my nipples within the clamps.

“You take pain so well, Melanie, I’m so impressed with you,” he said as he brought the flogger down onto my vagina. I cried out and tensed up as I felt the leather make contact with my sensitive lips and clit. Every nerve in my body seemed to be at its apex as I pulled hard against the restraints. The room seemed to spin and heat up when the flogger made contact with my stomach, my breasts, the inside of my thighs, and finally my bottom as he spanked me over and over. I was sweating profusely, as much as I ever did while working out or running, as he rained down blows on my ass. I was getting close to how much pain I could take when the blows suddenly stopped.

I was gasping, panting hard, trying desperately to catch my breath. Again I pulled hard at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. I could sense he was near me more than I could hear his footsteps as I felt his hand cup my vagina while a couple of his fingers slipped easily inside of me. “You’re so wet, Melanie, much more so than I’ve ever seen you. I think you like pain and being spanked even more than you know,” he said smoothly. His words continued to break me down emotionally as much as the flogger broke me down physically.

God, is he right? Did I like the pain as much as he said I did? It was a thought so foreign and terrifying that I had to quickly push it out of my mind. I could tell that he was walking away from me. Then, a few moments later, I heard something electronic click on and a low humming sound filled the room.

“You handled the pain so well, honey, I want to give you a reward.”

Seconds later, I gasped as a very powerful vibrator made contact with my vulva. I had used toys before, but God, nothing even close to as powerful as this one. My knees instantly went weak as James rubbed the powerful vibrating head against my lips and clit. The currents of pleasure were so strong that I didn’t think my legs would be able to support me as they started to buckle and I was held up only by the cables attached to my arms.

My orgasm was approaching like a runaway train until he withdrew the head of the toy from my pussy. The waves of pleasure stopped instantly and I was left gasping and panting for breath. “You seemed to like that,” he said tauntingly. I was so consumed with trying to catch my breath from the pain of the flogger and the intense pleasure from the powerful vibrating toy that I couldn’t speak. “I’m betting you’d like another dimension of sensations added to the feeling of that Hitachi, though.”

Seconds later, I heard him click the Hitachi back on and push it up against my clit, causing my knees to go weak again. Then, almost immediately, I heard the swishing sound of the flogger making painful contact with my ass again.

It was sensory overload, and it was as if my body didn’t know which powerful sensation to react to.  In the front, the Hitachi, put directly on my clit, was causing my knees to buckle as the pleasurable shockwaves coursed through my body. In the back, the numb, dull, stinging sensation of the flogger was causing intense charges of pain to shoot through my body.

I gasped and cried out as my orgasm was rapidly approaching. Seconds before my release, James threw the flogger to the floor and pulled the chain between my breasts, ripping the clamps off my nipples. The blood rushing back into my hyper-sensitive nubs intensified the orgasm that wracked my body. The powerful shock waves were just too much and I passed out for a few seconds until I could regain control.

Just as I was gaining my senses, I felt James's breath on my face. I felt his tongue lick over my cheek as he used his teeth to pull the blindfold off of me, returning my sight. My mouth dropped open in shock as I looked at my body. My normally pink nipples were red and swollen from the clamps, sweat was dripping from my head, and there was a heavy coat of perspiration on my entire body.

James had removed his boxers and his large erection was proudly on display in front of him. I watched as he slid in behind me. Then he used the remote control to loosen the cables holding my arms and legs and lower me on top of him as he sat on the edge of the bed underneath me. I could feel him rub the head of his penis up and down my wet slit. I pulled at my restraints again as he easily pushed himself into my soaked vagina.

In one hard thrust, he opened and filled me, causing me to gasp and cry out. He immediately began to push himself in and out of me from behind in long, solid thrusts, and each time his thighs made contact with my ass, I winced in pain. Because I was still restrained, I couldn’t get the right angle to see my bottom, but from the intense pain I was feeling, I knew his spanking with that flogger must have had a dramatic effect on my ass.

It was such a different feeling as he pounded me hard while I was being restrained. I felt so helpless, and I had absolutely no control over anything he did. I couldn’t control the angle, the pace, the position; I controlled nothing. I was his, he had total dominion over me, and I knew that was exactly how he wanted it.

While feeling his powerful thrusts, I felt him start to work his thumb into my rectum. It felt greasy and slippery, so I knew he must have been using lube to help open me like he had done previously.

He was pounding me so hard and fast that I barely felt his hand slip around to my breasts. I cried out and winced in pain as he ran my incredibly sensitive nipples through his fingertips. I had never felt anything like it before; those clamps had made my nipples almost raw to the touch.

James continued to powerfully plunge in and out of me, and I could feel another orgasm building deep inside me. He could tell I was getting close from the change in my breathing and his hand moved down from my breast to my vagina. He gently began rubbing his fingertips in a slow circular motion over my clit, causing me to cry out as another powerful orgasm washed over me.

Just as I was getting my senses back again, I felt him withdraw his cock from my vagina. Almost immediately after, he picked up the remote control and used it to pull the restraints on my arms tight, which raised me up and off of him and allowed him to move behind me easier.

James was rubbing his cock through my wet lips and slit, lubricating the head. I wanted so much to see what he was doing, but the restraints were preventing me from making any such observation. I gasped and tensed up when I felt one of his fingers rub along my anus. “Relax,” he growled into my ear.

I inhaled deeply, willing my body to settle down as much as possible. Being restrained seemed to add another dimension to everything that we did. I was amazed at how not being able to move changed everything. There was no pulling away from him or changing to a different position if something was uncomfortable. It changed the whole sexual dynamic between us, because he was in control of everything we did and I either had to accept it or use a safe word to ‘tap out’. I vowed to myself that my safe words were going to be a last resort.

His finger pushed inside my ass rather easily and with little discomfort due to the large amount of lube that he used. It still felt so forbidden and naughty to feel him touch me in this way, especially while being restrained.

He always made me feel so many contradictions, and it was like the yellow club dress all over again. I loved dressing up and wearing sexy clothes, but not to a place where it would be considered inappropriate. Similarly, I’d loved the intense orgasm I had when we had anal sex previously, but feeling him probe me, while restrained no less, in such a forbidden location just felt so wrong and inappropriate. I found it very difficult adjusting to that part of the process of giving myself to him in the ways that he wanted.

Once his finger moved in and out of me smoothly he added a second, opening me up further. There was a bit of increased discomfort and a little pain, but after everything I had just been through with the flogger it didn’t really compare. Once he had two fingers moving in and out of me easily, he withdrew them and I felt him press his body into me.

I took another deep breath and tried to relax my body for what I knew was coming. I felt him press the head of his cock gently inside my rectum. There was a bit of pain, but nothing as bad as what it had felt like the day before. He had me, as well as himself, very well lubricated, and while there was some discomfort, I could tell that slowly my body was adjusting to anal sex.   

James moved at an incredibly slow pace, inching himself into me gradually and giving me plenty of time to adjust to the feeling of being opened and filled. He felt so big inside me, and the erotic nature of the act itself felt magnified exponentially by the restraints. As he pushed forward into me, I felt the cables tighten until I could no longer move forward and I was compelled to accept him inside.

After only a minute or so, I felt his torso push up against my bottom, and I knew he had completely impaled me. James stayed motionless for a few seconds and let me adjust to the feeling of having him inside me. It was such an amazing feeling; I felt so full, so sated, so aroused by this man. He placed his hands on my hips and very slowly began moving in and out of me. There was just a bit of discomfort and slight pain for a few seconds, but that quickly passed, and what was left was such an intense, pleasurable feeling that completely seemed to consume my body.

James knew from my loud moans and grunts that I wasn’t in any type of peril, and I felt him begin to pick up the pace. I pulled hard against the restraints as his thrusts increased in intensity. After only about a minute, the gloves were off and he used my body for leverage, which allowed him to hammer into me harder.

Being in the restraints made me feel like an animal in a trap, pinned and helpless. However, that just seemed to multiply every erotic sensation that was going through my body. I longed to be able to reach down and touch my clit, but I couldn’t, which made it more difficult to reach orgasm. I knew that if my hand had been free to reach my clit, I would have come instantly.  Because I couldn’t, I had to concentrate on him being inside me, thrusting into me, and the feeling of the restraints as they limited my movement.

I heard his breathing start to change, and I knew his orgasm was upon him, and I wanted to release with him. I squeezed the muscles in my rectum slightly, which caused a groan to escape his lips and an intense feeling of pleasure to explode through my body as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. Almost simultaneously, I heard him gasp and felt his semen squirt deep inside my bowels.

Once we had both recovered, James moved from behind me and pressed the button on the remote control; the cable restraints loosened so I was able to sit down on the bed. I was totally spent and didn’t even feel that I had the strength to hold myself up in a sitting position. Carefully, he knelt in front of me and loosened the four Velcro cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Once I was free, he lifted me into his arms.

"Do you want to take a shower or bath?" he said softly.

“No James… please… just put me into bed.” I felt so sore, so exhausted, so totally spent. I didn’t even feel like I had the energy to hold my eyes open. He laid me down in bed and then snuggled up against me, spooning me tight against him.

“You did so well, Melanie, and I’m so proud of you,” he said softly into my ear.

Those were the last words I heard as I drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

- - - - -

In my deep, dark dreams, a phone was ringing somewhere in the distance. I searched desperately to locate the source of the irritating noise that was reverberating in my head, but I couldn’t find it. Suddenly, the ringing stopped and I heard a voice… the voice of James. Slowly, I opened one eye and realized I wasn’t dreaming after all; James’s cell phone had sounded and he’d answered it. It was early, way too early to be awake given the late hour that we’d gone to bed.

Slowly, I came into consciousness and listened as James spoke into the phone. “Is he okay?” “Does he need an ambulance?” “Of course, I’ll be there.” “As soon as I get off the phone with the airline and have changed my flight, I’ll text you the information; I shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours at most.” “I love you too, goodbye.”

I watched as James pressed more buttons on his phone. I was awake enough now that I started to feel guilty about eavesdropping on his conversation. As I started to slide out of bed, I instantly felt pain all over my body. My joints, my muscles … God … everything hurts. As I slid out of bed and the sheets made contact with my ass, a searing pain shot through me and I quickly lifted my bottom up off the mattress. I knew this feeling from when he had spanked me before. But this pain, this felt much, much worse.

I crept into the bathroom and used the toilet, trying to be as quiet as I could. From what little of the conversation I could hear, James was on the phone with the airlines changing his flight schedule. He wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow, Monday morning. Obviously, that had changed.

I stood up from the toilet and looked into the mirror, and my jaw dropped. My normally pink nipples were still red and swollen from the nipple clamps. Fuck! My eyes started to well up with tears as I examined the repercussions of that damn flogger. There were red marks on my breasts, stomach, and thighs. When I turned around, I also noticed a few red marks on my back as well. That, unfortunately, wasn't my primary concern. What took the prize was my ass. There were also red marks on it, in addition to some striped welts that I knew were going to take much longer to heal. I also noticed the remnants of some type of white cream on the portions of my ass that had welts, so obviously James had already begun treating my war wounds last night after I fell asleep.

I felt like such a disgusting mess. My whole body felt sticky from the profuse sweating of the previous evening’s, do I call it, activities? His dried semen was in places it didn’t need to be, and what made matters worse it sounded as though he was going to be leaving for Los Angeles as quickly as he could. I sat back down on the toilet. I had no idea how to process any of this. 

It was consensual, right? I did agree to let him do this to me, right? He did give me safe words, even though I didn’t use them. I had to talk to him; he had to help me process this and make some sort of sense out of it.

James’s voice broke me out of my tearful reflection. “Melanie, when you are done in the bathroom, could you come out here?”

I stood up, put on a bathrobe that was hanging by the door, and quickly wiped away any sign of tears on my face. I walked back into the bedroom of the suite and saw that he was already dressed and his bags were packed. The cable restraints were no longer on the posts of the bed and all of the sexual ‘implements’ that had been on the table were also nowhere in sight. An eerie feeling came over me as I surveyed the clean and tidy master bedroom. It almost felt like a crime scene had been swept clean, leaving no evidence of what had previously occurred. It was almost as if everything we had done was a dream and had never even happened.

“Come, sit with me,” he said gently. We both sat down at the small table. “My son, Jon, has asthma. His doctor gave him a new medication two days ago and he had a severe reaction. My wife is taking him to the emergency room and they might admit him to the hospital. Needless to say, I have to cut this trip short and get back to Los Angeles to be with my family.”

I looked at James sympathetically. I needed him here with me, especially after everything we had done the night before. But obviously, his son needed him much, much more than I did. “I understand; when do you have to go?” I said solemnly.

“The bell captain is on his way up to our suite now. My flight leaves in just a little over an hour, and if I hurry, I think I’ll be able to make it.” I forced the best smile I could.

“I know we have a lot to talk about, Melanie, especially after last night, and we will. However, this can’t be helped. I hope you understand.” “I do, James. Everything is fine, we are fine, just go take care of your son,” I said in a confident voice that I very clearly wasn’t feeling inside.

He looked a little relieved and smiled at me. “The room is paid for tonight, so if you want to stay here you can.” 

Just then, there was a loud knock on the front door of the suite. We both stood up and I followed James into the great room so he could let the bell captain in to retrieve the luggage and take it down to the valet station. Once the luggage was collected and we were alone, James turned and faced me. “I won’t forget this, Melanie, and I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He kissed me softly, walked out the door, and shut it behind him.

Once I was alone, the room started spinning and it felt like my world was crashing down around me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, I just knew I couldn’t be alone. I looked at the time; it was early, almost seven o’clock. I picked up my cell phone, dialed, and heard a very groggy voice answer.

“Hello?”

“Gianna, I need you.”