Suzanne, A slave for the Weekend chapter 2
Suzanne took a deep breath as she rang Quinn’s doorbell that Friday evening. She was very nervous and also very excited. She and Quinn had not spoken since that last conversation the day before. They had seen each other course but it had only been in passing. Quinn was like her, professional. Although she had already made her mind up to see Quinn she would have changed it had Paul’s attitude towards her been different these last two days. Paul just seemed happy to be spending the weekend without her and with his mates. There was more than a hint of anger about her as she packed her case that evening. She had of course telephoned her sister to explain that she would not be coming but that she needed her to cover for her. She understood, Sue had covered for her on several occasions since her marriage.
Quinn smiled as he greeted her on the doorstep. “Come in,” he told her. He took the small suitcase from her and put it down in the hallway before inviting her into the den. “I take it you could do with a drink?”
“Please,” she replied nervously.
She opted for a large glass of wine and nervously took it from him. He noticed that her hand was shaking and held it for a moment. “No need to be nervous!” he told her.
“I am,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.
“That is what is going to make this weekend interesting,” he told her.
Quinn didn’t take a drink but instead waited patiently for her to finish her wine before asking her if she was ready. She gave a nervous smile and said ‘yes’, before following him out of the den and up the stairs. Quinn carried her suitcase up the stairs and showed her into the bedroom. It was a large room with a large four poster bed. Suzanne noticed the items of clothing on the bed, a black corset and a pair of black stockings. She also noticed the black leather paddle and studded restraint cuffs. There was also a black leather studded collar.
“I would like you to change into this,” he told her pointing to the corset. “That and the stockings”.
“No dress…..no panties?” she asked him.
“No!” he replied sharply.
“I see,” she sighed.
“You can put all your clothes in the wardrobe,” he said walking over and opening its door. “The suitcase will fit in there as well. There is a shelf to put your handbag on and a drawer for your jewellery and your watch. I don’t want you to have anything on your body other that what I have pointed to on the bed!”
“Oh,” she sighed.
“This is the en-suite bathroom,” he told her as he guided her inside.
Suzanne was impressed with the cleanliness and somewhat surprised that a man could leave a bathroom so clean and tidy. She noticed the white towel with a disposal razor on the chair. “That is just in case you have any body hair that needs removing!” he told her as he pointed to it “Apart from head hair of course!”
Suzannes’ face flushed with embarrassment.
“Well I will leave you to it,” he told her as he stepped into the bedroom. “I will expect you downstairs in, say, half an hour wearing just what I have told you. When you come down I want you to knock on the lounge door and kneel and wait,” he added.
Suzanne watched in astonishment as he opened the door to leave. “Oh,” he turned and said. “Bring the collar with you and lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you as well.”
Suzanne sat on the bed for a moment wondering what she had let herself in for. It briefly crossed her mind to run off back to Paul but she knew he didn’t really want her. Quinn did. Whatever he had in store for her this weekend he was taking the time and trouble to be with her. Taking a deep breath she stood up and started to undress. Skirt, blouse, bra, tights, panties and shoes all came off. She put them away in the wardrobe along with her suitcase and handbag. She started to close the door when she remembered her jewellery, a necklace, a bracelet, watch and dress ring. There was also her engagement ring. She looked at it for a moment reflecting on her relationship with Paul before sliding it off her finger.
The next stop was the bathroom to shave her pubic hair. Paul had often asked her to shave but she had always refused. She had never liked the idea of being hairless again as she was in her days before puberty. There was something very personal and intimate about having pubic hair. Fifteen minutes later though she was shaved and slipping into the corset. She was amazed how Quinn knew that she was a size 10 and had 36C breasts. He must have been observing her more than she realised.
Once she had dressed she stood and looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a whore to be doing what she was doing. After giving her long dark hair a few strokes of the brush she locked up the wardrobe and then picked up the collar off the bed. It was then that she noticed the writing on the collar. The words were spelled out in small silver studs. They said “Suzanne the Slut,” she smiled. The words said it all.
Quinn kept her waiting for five minutes before he opened the door to her. “Come in,” he told her.
She followed him in and sat down on the sofa when he pointed to it. He didn’t offer her a drink this time as he sat next to her with a glass in his hand. “Collar and key please,” he said.
He put the key in his pocket and held the collar in his hand. “You have read the words,” he said.
Suzanne nodded.
“Are they a fair summary?”
She shook her head.
“I think they are Suzanne. I think you are a slut. Take a look at yourself. I think you are perhaps the biggest slut I have ever set eyes on!”
His words were cruel but they excited her. No man had ever spoken like that to her and if they had she would have slapped them hard. But he was different. His words were almost like a hot throbbing penis slipping inside her.” I will ask you again Suzanne,” he said. “Are you a slut?”
This time she nodded and mouthed a quiet ‘yes’.
“What was that Suzanne?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I am a slut.”
“That’s better. We have to honest with each other this weekend and the first thing we must get out of the way is that you are a slut. FACT!”
She felt a shiver of excitement running through her body.
“Now let’s put it on you,” he said as he held it against her throat.
Moments later it was fastened around her neck. “The next thing we must get out of the way is the fact that I am your Master and you will address me as Master all the time. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Good. I will address you as Slut and you will address me as Master. Understood, Slut!”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He reached for his glass and took a large sip before placing it down again. “Are the clothes comfortable?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she replied. “Not what I am used to wearing Master!”
“Well that is all you will be wearing this weekend Slut,” he told her. “There are plenty of spare sets of stockings so I don’t want to see any with ladders in. I like my sluts to be presentable!”
“Yes Master.”
“Now then some more protocols,” he said. “Firstly, you will always keep your head bowed in my presence. A slave never looks a Master in the eye unless specifically asked to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“It is a shameful thing to be a slave and you must be honest and show your shame,” he told her. “Are you ashamed Slut?”
“Yes Master.”
“Secondly, when you are sat in my presence you sit with your legs wide apart.”
Suzanne started to part her legs. “Wider!” he told her.
She parted them wider but he wanted them even wider. “That’s better,” he told her.
Her face was flushed and her head quite bowed. Quinn brushed her hair back. “It must be very embarrassing sitting like this Suzanne.”
“Very, Master,” she said quietly.
“Bet you have never sat like that in front of a man before have you?”
Suzanne shook her head. “Never Master.”
He brushed her hair back again. “I think that before you leave here Monday morning you will have done many, many things that you have never done before Suzanne!”
Sue made no response to his remarks but she knew that he was right. She felt like putty in his hands and she wondered just what he would make her do next. “You have lovely breasts Suzanne and a nice cunt!” he suddenly said, as his hand slid between her legs.
She shivered as his fingers made contact with her mound. “By the way you know that this belongs to me, don’t you Suzanne?”
She nodded.
“And these,” he said as he cupped her breast.
“This and your ass belong to me also” he told her as he ran a finger over her lips. “They are mine to use and I will be using them this weekend Suzanne my slut!” he said as he ran his hand down to her mound again.
Sue made no response.
“You are looking forward to me fucking you this weekend aren’t you Suzanne?” he asked her as his finger slipped inside her. She was wet, very wet.
“Yes Master,” she said with a soft moan.
“I want to hear you say it Suzanne. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you this weekend!”
“Yes Master I do want you to fuck me this weekend. I want you to use me like a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut Master,” she found herself telling him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he stood up.
“Now on your knees whore and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”
Suzanne was quickly on her knees and reaching up to his belt buckle. “You may look at me while you suck my cock,” he told her.
Suzanne had never really liked giving oral sex. She had done it to Paul on a few occasions to please him but she hated the taste of cock and she hated even more the taste of male semen. But she found a sudden eagerness within to suck her Master. She tugged his trousers down to his knees and then slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts to lift his erection free as she pulled them down. She was taken aback by his size and thickness. “You are very big Master,” she told him as she opened her mouth to take him.
He said nothing as he put his hands around the back of her head and pulled her against him. Even though she was inexperienced she found herself instinctively moving her hand up and down his shaft as she used her tongue on the thick round head of his cock. She could taste his precum and this inspired her to move her hand even faster. “Ooooh that’s nice my slut,” he told her.
Suzanne looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. “Cum Master give me your seed,” she found herself saying.
Quinn enjoyed her eagerness and reached down to her free hand guided it to his balls. Sue responded by cupping in her hand as she increased her hand strokes of his shaft. Moments later she felt his balls jerk in her hand and as he groaned loudly his cum began filling her mouth. Suzanne swallowed every drop and sucked his cock clean.
He kissed her and thanked her and then told her follow him as he headed back up stairs. She stood by the bed watching as he unbuckled the wrists restraints. Instinctively she held out her hands for him to fit them. He said nothing as he fastened them tightly and guided her to the rear of the bed between the two posts. It was then she noticed the two pieces of thick cord hanging down from the top of the posts. Again, instinctively she raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the cords to the restraints. Minutes later she was firmly secure and standing between the posts with arms stretched.
She looked on as he went to the side of the bed and picked up the leather paddle. A shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I take it you know what’s coming next?” he said.
“Yes Master. You are going to beat me.”
He stood behind her and ran the paddle down her back to her bottom. “We need to establish the firmness of the Master/Slut relationship I’m afraid Suzanne. You need to understand the consequences of being disobedient and how you will be punished,” he said to her.
“I understand Master.”
He stroked her cheek. I’m glad you understand Suzanne. This will be painful for you but it’s something that must be done.”
“I know Master, but don’t spare my feelings. I…I want you to be severe with me,” her words surprised him
“I will be severe Suzanne. After each stroke I expect you to say thank you,” he told her as he rubbed the paddle over the taut flesh of her bottom.
“I will Master.”
He teased her at first, rubbing the paddle across her cheeks and giving a couple of light taps, and then just as she started to relax he brought his hand back quickly and suddenly hit her hard. She screamed out and leapt into the air rocking the bed. “Thank you Master,” she said breathlessly.
He hit her again bringing the same response. Her bottom was visibly red now and he could see that she was in pain. However this did not deter him. He gave her four more strokes in quick succession. They were very hard and Suzanne was now crying. He stood by her side and ran a finger through the tears streaming down her face. “I am sorry to have hurt you Suzanne but it had to be done,” he said as he kissed her.
“I understand Master but please don’t stop,” she found herself saying. Her bottom stung but she could feel her juices between her thighs. She had never felt as horny as this before.
“I think six is enough for now Suzanne,” he told her.
“I thought….I thought you would be firmer with me Master!”
His nostrils flared at the challenge. He picked up the paddle and stood behind her and gave her six more in quick succession. She screamed, she bucked and writhed against the bed. But he was merciless. When he had finished she was sobbing profusely. Her bottom was not only red but also bruised. She also very wet. He noticed it as he stroked her bottom. She groaned as he slid his fingers between her wet thighs. “Fuck me Master. Please fuck me,” she said still sobbing from the pain.
Quinn wasted no time in getting out of his trousers. Suzanne could feel his erection pressing against her back as he untied her wrists. When her hands fell free she turned and fell back onto the bed with her knees raised and legs wide apart. He didn’t need a second invitation as he climbed between her legs and felt her eager hand reaching for him and guiding him into her. “Come on fuck me Master. Fuck your filthy whore!”
Her language shocked even Sue herself. Never had she spoken to a man like that. Never had she behaved like she was doing with a man before. Never had she felt so sexually charged before. “That’s it fuck me,” she whispered in his ear as he began his hard rhythmic thrusts inside her. “Come on Master it’s your cunt use it. Use me Master!”
Quinn groaned at her language. She was driving him wild with her sexual abandonment to him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to savour his fucking but she wouldn’t let him. “Tell me what a filthy whore I am Master. Tell me what a slut I am!”
He started to tell her but couldn’t get the words out as his cum shot inside her.
They lay for a while afterwards in one another arms. “So this is BDSM!” she said with a smile as he stirred beside her.
“Well this is part and parcel of it,” he told her. “And what do you think of it so far?”
“I….I don’t think I could really put into words how I feel now. But I have never felt as alive as this before. No man has ever touched me the way you have,” she replied.
He kissed her. “Well there is a lot more to come Suzanne,” he told her.
“I know. Just lead on Master,” she told him as she kissed him again.
“Well I think its’ food time,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Do you like Chinese?”
“Hmm love it,” she told him.
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the delivery of the Chinese take away. Quinn got up from the table they were sitting at enjoying a glass of wine and took some money from his wallet. “Tell him to keep the change,” he told her.
She held the money in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face. “You want me to go like this?” she asked him.
“I want you to be obedient to your Master, Suzanne,” he responded.
“Yes Master,” she sighed as she walked away.
She hesitated for a moment at the door. As the bell rang again she opened it. She just looked at the floor as she took the bag from the driver and handed over the money. She didn’t see the look of disbelief on the driver’s face; she didn’t see the shaking hand that nearly dropped the bag. She heard his stuttering words of ‘Thank You’ though and she felt his staring eyes burning her crotch. She also felt her shame.
“Was that an ordeal for you?” Quinny asked her as they sat down to eat.
“It was Master,” she told him.
He touched her hand. “There will be more to come this weekend,” he told her.
“What else have you got planned Master?” she asked him.
“I have some friends of mine, two couples, coming for dinner tomorrow night!” he told her.
“Will I be dressed like this Master?” she asked him.
“You will and you will prepare and serve the food as well as serve drinks.”
Suzanne was silent for a few minutes. “Will I be expected to fuck anyone Master?” she asked.
“You will be expected to be obedient Suzanne,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded quietly.
“But to answer your question in general I very rarely refuse a friend if they request the sexual pleasure of one of my slaves,” he told her. “A true friend shares his possessions with his friends. And I consider myself a true friend!”
Sue reflected silently on what he had told her. Before Paul there had only ever been two other lovers and both had been long term relationships. A few hours ago she had been what her Mum would have described as a ‘good decent girl’. Now here she was sitting half naked at the table of a man she hardly knew. She had allowed him to beat her and fuck her and she had also let a complete stranger see her practically naked. She was also twenty four hours away from letting four complete strangers not only see her naked but also probably fuck her as well. She cringed silently inside.
Quinn noticed her silence. “Everything okay Suzanne?” he asked her.
“Yes, fine, Master.”
“Is all this too much for you?” he asked.
“No. I am fine with everything Master,” she told him.
“Look, I know that I said that if you came you would be here until Monday morning but you can leave anytime you like,” He told her as he touched her hand.
She smiled at him and welcomed his caring nature. “No I am fine. And anyway I agreed to all this and I believe in keeping one’s word, Master, but thank you anyway,” she replied.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and leant over and kissed her. “Shall we take the bottle upstairs and have an early night?” he asked her.
She smiled “Sounds good to me Master,” she replied.
He grabbed the bottle and two glasses in one hand and took her by the hand in the other. “It’s Quinny not Master now until the morning Suzanne!” he told her.
“Thank you Mas…….Quin,” she smiled.
************ End of Chapter 2
Quinn smiled as he greeted her on the doorstep. “Come in,” he told her. He took the small suitcase from her and put it down in the hallway before inviting her into the den. “I take it you could do with a drink?”
“Please,” she replied nervously.
She opted for a large glass of wine and nervously took it from him. He noticed that her hand was shaking and held it for a moment. “No need to be nervous!” he told her.
“I am,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.
“That is what is going to make this weekend interesting,” he told her.
Quinn didn’t take a drink but instead waited patiently for her to finish her wine before asking her if she was ready. She gave a nervous smile and said ‘yes’, before following him out of the den and up the stairs. Quinn carried her suitcase up the stairs and showed her into the bedroom. It was a large room with a large four poster bed. Suzanne noticed the items of clothing on the bed, a black corset and a pair of black stockings. She also noticed the black leather paddle and studded restraint cuffs. There was also a black leather studded collar.
“I would like you to change into this,” he told her pointing to the corset. “That and the stockings”.
“No dress…..no panties?” she asked him.
“No!” he replied sharply.
“I see,” she sighed.
“You can put all your clothes in the wardrobe,” he said walking over and opening its door. “The suitcase will fit in there as well. There is a shelf to put your handbag on and a drawer for your jewellery and your watch. I don’t want you to have anything on your body other that what I have pointed to on the bed!”
“Oh,” she sighed.
“This is the en-suite bathroom,” he told her as he guided her inside.
Suzanne was impressed with the cleanliness and somewhat surprised that a man could leave a bathroom so clean and tidy. She noticed the white towel with a disposal razor on the chair. “That is just in case you have any body hair that needs removing!” he told her as he pointed to it “Apart from head hair of course!”
Suzannes’ face flushed with embarrassment.
“Well I will leave you to it,” he told her as he stepped into the bedroom. “I will expect you downstairs in, say, half an hour wearing just what I have told you. When you come down I want you to knock on the lounge door and kneel and wait,” he added.
Suzanne watched in astonishment as he opened the door to leave. “Oh,” he turned and said. “Bring the collar with you and lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you as well.”
Suzanne sat on the bed for a moment wondering what she had let herself in for. It briefly crossed her mind to run off back to Paul but she knew he didn’t really want her. Quinn did. Whatever he had in store for her this weekend he was taking the time and trouble to be with her. Taking a deep breath she stood up and started to undress. Skirt, blouse, bra, tights, panties and shoes all came off. She put them away in the wardrobe along with her suitcase and handbag. She started to close the door when she remembered her jewellery, a necklace, a bracelet, watch and dress ring. There was also her engagement ring. She looked at it for a moment reflecting on her relationship with Paul before sliding it off her finger.
The next stop was the bathroom to shave her pubic hair. Paul had often asked her to shave but she had always refused. She had never liked the idea of being hairless again as she was in her days before puberty. There was something very personal and intimate about having pubic hair. Fifteen minutes later though she was shaved and slipping into the corset. She was amazed how Quinn knew that she was a size 10 and had 36C breasts. He must have been observing her more than she realised.
Once she had dressed she stood and looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a whore to be doing what she was doing. After giving her long dark hair a few strokes of the brush she locked up the wardrobe and then picked up the collar off the bed. It was then that she noticed the writing on the collar. The words were spelled out in small silver studs. They said “Suzanne the Slut,” she smiled. The words said it all.
Quinn kept her waiting for five minutes before he opened the door to her. “Come in,” he told her.
She followed him in and sat down on the sofa when he pointed to it. He didn’t offer her a drink this time as he sat next to her with a glass in his hand. “Collar and key please,” he said.
He put the key in his pocket and held the collar in his hand. “You have read the words,” he said.
Suzanne nodded.
“Are they a fair summary?”
She shook her head.
“I think they are Suzanne. I think you are a slut. Take a look at yourself. I think you are perhaps the biggest slut I have ever set eyes on!”
His words were cruel but they excited her. No man had ever spoken like that to her and if they had she would have slapped them hard. But he was different. His words were almost like a hot throbbing penis slipping inside her.” I will ask you again Suzanne,” he said. “Are you a slut?”
This time she nodded and mouthed a quiet ‘yes’.
“What was that Suzanne?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I am a slut.”
“That’s better. We have to honest with each other this weekend and the first thing we must get out of the way is that you are a slut. FACT!”
She felt a shiver of excitement running through her body.
“Now let’s put it on you,” he said as he held it against her throat.
Moments later it was fastened around her neck. “The next thing we must get out of the way is the fact that I am your Master and you will address me as Master all the time. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Good. I will address you as Slut and you will address me as Master. Understood, Slut!”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He reached for his glass and took a large sip before placing it down again. “Are the clothes comfortable?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she replied. “Not what I am used to wearing Master!”
“Well that is all you will be wearing this weekend Slut,” he told her. “There are plenty of spare sets of stockings so I don’t want to see any with ladders in. I like my sluts to be presentable!”
“Yes Master.”
“Now then some more protocols,” he said. “Firstly, you will always keep your head bowed in my presence. A slave never looks a Master in the eye unless specifically asked to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“It is a shameful thing to be a slave and you must be honest and show your shame,” he told her. “Are you ashamed Slut?”
“Yes Master.”
“Secondly, when you are sat in my presence you sit with your legs wide apart.”
Suzanne started to part her legs. “Wider!” he told her.
She parted them wider but he wanted them even wider. “That’s better,” he told her.
Her face was flushed and her head quite bowed. Quinn brushed her hair back. “It must be very embarrassing sitting like this Suzanne.”
“Very, Master,” she said quietly.
“Bet you have never sat like that in front of a man before have you?”
Suzanne shook her head. “Never Master.”
He brushed her hair back again. “I think that before you leave here Monday morning you will have done many, many things that you have never done before Suzanne!”
Sue made no response to his remarks but she knew that he was right. She felt like putty in his hands and she wondered just what he would make her do next. “You have lovely breasts Suzanne and a nice cunt!” he suddenly said, as his hand slid between her legs.
She shivered as his fingers made contact with her mound. “By the way you know that this belongs to me, don’t you Suzanne?”
She nodded.
“And these,” he said as he cupped her breast.
“This and your ass belong to me also” he told her as he ran a finger over her lips. “They are mine to use and I will be using them this weekend Suzanne my slut!” he said as he ran his hand down to her mound again.
Sue made no response.
“You are looking forward to me fucking you this weekend aren’t you Suzanne?” he asked her as his finger slipped inside her. She was wet, very wet.
“Yes Master,” she said with a soft moan.
“I want to hear you say it Suzanne. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you this weekend!”
“Yes Master I do want you to fuck me this weekend. I want you to use me like a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut Master,” she found herself telling him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he stood up.
“Now on your knees whore and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”
Suzanne was quickly on her knees and reaching up to his belt buckle. “You may look at me while you suck my cock,” he told her.
Suzanne had never really liked giving oral sex. She had done it to Paul on a few occasions to please him but she hated the taste of cock and she hated even more the taste of male semen. But she found a sudden eagerness within to suck her Master. She tugged his trousers down to his knees and then slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts to lift his erection free as she pulled them down. She was taken aback by his size and thickness. “You are very big Master,” she told him as she opened her mouth to take him.
He said nothing as he put his hands around the back of her head and pulled her against him. Even though she was inexperienced she found herself instinctively moving her hand up and down his shaft as she used her tongue on the thick round head of his cock. She could taste his precum and this inspired her to move her hand even faster. “Ooooh that’s nice my slut,” he told her.
Suzanne looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. “Cum Master give me your seed,” she found herself saying.
Quinn enjoyed her eagerness and reached down to her free hand guided it to his balls. Sue responded by cupping in her hand as she increased her hand strokes of his shaft. Moments later she felt his balls jerk in her hand and as he groaned loudly his cum began filling her mouth. Suzanne swallowed every drop and sucked his cock clean.
He kissed her and thanked her and then told her follow him as he headed back up stairs. She stood by the bed watching as he unbuckled the wrists restraints. Instinctively she held out her hands for him to fit them. He said nothing as he fastened them tightly and guided her to the rear of the bed between the two posts. It was then she noticed the two pieces of thick cord hanging down from the top of the posts. Again, instinctively she raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the cords to the restraints. Minutes later she was firmly secure and standing between the posts with arms stretched.
She looked on as he went to the side of the bed and picked up the leather paddle. A shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I take it you know what’s coming next?” he said.
“Yes Master. You are going to beat me.”
He stood behind her and ran the paddle down her back to her bottom. “We need to establish the firmness of the Master/Slut relationship I’m afraid Suzanne. You need to understand the consequences of being disobedient and how you will be punished,” he said to her.
“I understand Master.”
He stroked her cheek. I’m glad you understand Suzanne. This will be painful for you but it’s something that must be done.”
“I know Master, but don’t spare my feelings. I…I want you to be severe with me,” her words surprised him
“I will be severe Suzanne. After each stroke I expect you to say thank you,” he told her as he rubbed the paddle over the taut flesh of her bottom.
“I will Master.”
He teased her at first, rubbing the paddle across her cheeks and giving a couple of light taps, and then just as she started to relax he brought his hand back quickly and suddenly hit her hard. She screamed out and leapt into the air rocking the bed. “Thank you Master,” she said breathlessly.
He hit her again bringing the same response. Her bottom was visibly red now and he could see that she was in pain. However this did not deter him. He gave her four more strokes in quick succession. They were very hard and Suzanne was now crying. He stood by her side and ran a finger through the tears streaming down her face. “I am sorry to have hurt you Suzanne but it had to be done,” he said as he kissed her.
“I understand Master but please don’t stop,” she found herself saying. Her bottom stung but she could feel her juices between her thighs. She had never felt as horny as this before.
“I think six is enough for now Suzanne,” he told her.
“I thought….I thought you would be firmer with me Master!”
His nostrils flared at the challenge. He picked up the paddle and stood behind her and gave her six more in quick succession. She screamed, she bucked and writhed against the bed. But he was merciless. When he had finished she was sobbing profusely. Her bottom was not only red but also bruised. She also very wet. He noticed it as he stroked her bottom. She groaned as he slid his fingers between her wet thighs. “Fuck me Master. Please fuck me,” she said still sobbing from the pain.
Quinn wasted no time in getting out of his trousers. Suzanne could feel his erection pressing against her back as he untied her wrists. When her hands fell free she turned and fell back onto the bed with her knees raised and legs wide apart. He didn’t need a second invitation as he climbed between her legs and felt her eager hand reaching for him and guiding him into her. “Come on fuck me Master. Fuck your filthy whore!”
Her language shocked even Sue herself. Never had she spoken to a man like that. Never had she behaved like she was doing with a man before. Never had she felt so sexually charged before. “That’s it fuck me,” she whispered in his ear as he began his hard rhythmic thrusts inside her. “Come on Master it’s your cunt use it. Use me Master!”
Quinn groaned at her language. She was driving him wild with her sexual abandonment to him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to savour his fucking but she wouldn’t let him. “Tell me what a filthy whore I am Master. Tell me what a slut I am!”
He started to tell her but couldn’t get the words out as his cum shot inside her.
They lay for a while afterwards in one another arms. “So this is BDSM!” she said with a smile as he stirred beside her.
“Well this is part and parcel of it,” he told her. “And what do you think of it so far?”
“I….I don’t think I could really put into words how I feel now. But I have never felt as alive as this before. No man has ever touched me the way you have,” she replied.
He kissed her. “Well there is a lot more to come Suzanne,” he told her.
“I know. Just lead on Master,” she told him as she kissed him again.
“Well I think its’ food time,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Do you like Chinese?”
“Hmm love it,” she told him.
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the delivery of the Chinese take away. Quinn got up from the table they were sitting at enjoying a glass of wine and took some money from his wallet. “Tell him to keep the change,” he told her.
She held the money in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face. “You want me to go like this?” she asked him.
“I want you to be obedient to your Master, Suzanne,” he responded.
“Yes Master,” she sighed as she walked away.
She hesitated for a moment at the door. As the bell rang again she opened it. She just looked at the floor as she took the bag from the driver and handed over the money. She didn’t see the look of disbelief on the driver’s face; she didn’t see the shaking hand that nearly dropped the bag. She heard his stuttering words of ‘Thank You’ though and she felt his staring eyes burning her crotch. She also felt her shame.
“Was that an ordeal for you?” Quinny asked her as they sat down to eat.
“It was Master,” she told him.
He touched her hand. “There will be more to come this weekend,” he told her.
“What else have you got planned Master?” she asked him.
“I have some friends of mine, two couples, coming for dinner tomorrow night!” he told her.
“Will I be dressed like this Master?” she asked him.
“You will and you will prepare and serve the food as well as serve drinks.”
Suzanne was silent for a few minutes. “Will I be expected to fuck anyone Master?” she asked.
“You will be expected to be obedient Suzanne,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded quietly.
“But to answer your question in general I very rarely refuse a friend if they request the sexual pleasure of one of my slaves,” he told her. “A true friend shares his possessions with his friends. And I consider myself a true friend!”
Sue reflected silently on what he had told her. Before Paul there had only ever been two other lovers and both had been long term relationships. A few hours ago she had been what her Mum would have described as a ‘good decent girl’. Now here she was sitting half naked at the table of a man she hardly knew. She had allowed him to beat her and fuck her and she had also let a complete stranger see her practically naked. She was also twenty four hours away from letting four complete strangers not only see her naked but also probably fuck her as well. She cringed silently inside.
Quinn noticed her silence. “Everything okay Suzanne?” he asked her.
“Yes, fine, Master.”
“Is all this too much for you?” he asked.
“No. I am fine with everything Master,” she told him.
“Look, I know that I said that if you came you would be here until Monday morning but you can leave anytime you like,” He told her as he touched her hand.
She smiled at him and welcomed his caring nature. “No I am fine. And anyway I agreed to all this and I believe in keeping one’s word, Master, but thank you anyway,” she replied.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and leant over and kissed her. “Shall we take the bottle upstairs and have an early night?” he asked her.
She smiled “Sounds good to me Master,” she replied.
He grabbed the bottle and two glasses in one hand and took her by the hand in the other. “It’s Quinny not Master now until the morning Suzanne!” he told her.
“Thank you Mas…….Quin,” she smiled.
************ End of Chapter 2
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