Breaking It In

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"Wait here," I say as I slip through the door.

A moment later, I open the door, wearing nothing but my collar. You step inside and look around, while I wait. "Give me the grand tour," you say.

I bring you over to what looks like an upside-down sawhorse, flattened. It's padded and has cuffs attached to the four corners of it. Behind it are some cabinets on the wall. "In these cabinets," I tell you, "we have every toy you could ever imagine. The cabinets are labeled, I thought it would make things easier on you." I walk over and begin opening them one by one. "This one is filled with whips, canes and paddles. No expense was spared, there are wood, plastic, leather...every type money can buy." I open another cabinet, "This is where we keep all the cuffs and blindfolds, although all the equipment was fitted with cuffs already." We walk to another cabinet, this one next to an examining table, like the type used in gynecologist's offices. I start to open the cabinet, but you interrupt me.

"Show me this table," you say with a gleam in your eye.

I walk over and show you that the short table reclines fully, so whoever is strapped in will be lying flat. The stirrups have cuffs on them and there are arm cuffs located at the top, above where the head would rest. "This is neat," I tell you. I point up and you look. Above the table are two ankle cuffs, about 2 feet apart and suspended from the ceiling. "And everything was built to my precise height requirements," I tell you, "No guesswork." I gesture to the cabinets behind the table, "Insertion toys," opening the massive cabinet, "Dildos and vibrators are up here. Every type imaginable. Down here are anal beads and butt plugs, some vibrate. That drawer next to the cabinet has lubes in it, every flavor, every type."

At the far end of the room is a desk. Next to the desk is a padded wall with cuffs attached at 4 points. "This," I say with a sweeping gesture of my hand, "Is your work space. Now when you have paperwork to do, you can work here, instead of having to leave. You can hang me on the wall, like art, while you work."

"Did you get me one of those fans?" you ask.

"I made it myself, and have it waiting by the wall."

"You have done well, Babydoll," you tell me.

"The contractor said anything else you need, just call him. Between you and me, he seems to be a bit of a pervert himself."

"Let's try something out," you whisper in my ear, your hand on my ass. "I know you are just dying to get started." You lead me to the upside-down sawhorse. "Show me," you say roughly.

I lay down on the padded surface. When lying facedown, it elevates your ass approximately 2 feet. You strap in my right foot, then my left. I lay my cheek on the cool surface. Your hand travels up my left leg slowly, spanking me hard on my left cheek. Then I feel you strap in my left wrist, then my right one. "It is a perfect fit! I will have to give that contractor a bonus!" you exclaim.

I have never felt so vulnerable and open to you before. Although you have explored, violated, teased, tormented and pleasured every orifice of my body, I have never been confined in this position. My plump cheeks are raised above the rest of my body, my asshole exposed, my pink pussy just below that, all open to your scrutiny. From where I lie, I cannot see anything except the bathroom, which I have thoughtfully stocked with a toothbrush and toothpaste for you and all your shaving necessities. I hear you rummaging through cabinets until I hear you say, "Perfect!"

Coming over to where my head is, you lean down. You have a devilish look in your eye. In your hand, you hold a leather paddle, exquisite in its stitching. The handle fits your hand perfectly and is made out of smooth, polished black wood with a knob at the end, so you hand doesn't slip. This paddle looks like it was made for you. To prove the point, you strike the bed, inches from my side. I flinch and you laugh. I smile a little, I KNOW this paddle and I are going to end up being friends for a long time. As if reading my mind, you hold it up to my lips, "Kiss it." I do, but you don't remove it. "Lick it," you say. I stick my tongue out and run it from your index finger on the handle, all the way to the edge of the leather. "Good girl."

You walk behind me and with no warning at all I feel it strike me on my right cheek. Before I can cry out you strike my left cheek and once at the top of my thighs, causing it to lightly sting my pussy. I know my ass is red, I feel the heat coming off of it. I feel one finger start to stroke my clit slowly and lightly. Just enough to tease me forever, but not enough to make me cum. You have mastered this. I feel your fingers at the entrance of my pussy, just slight pressure, but no insertion. I try to push back against your hand, but in this position, it is impossible.

Who is your master?

You are.

Tell me you love my paddle.

I love your paddle, I chant, over and over again, I love your paddle I love your paddle