Special Offer (Mf, spanking, lt. bondage, D/s)

   On a weekday evening in December, I heard a knock at my apartment
door.  Curious, as I rarely get visitors, I open the door.  There
before my eyes she was.  Smiling with surprise and pleasure I let her
into my apartment.  The delicate scent of her perfume fills my nose as
she walks by me.  Ahh!  There is that walk, more of a glide really,
the essence of sexuality oozing from her every pore.  She stops near
the end of my couch and turns to me.  The soft flowing auburn curls
float softly about her face.  Bright vibrant green eyes gaze at me.
She has lovely features, her age worn like a crown. She stands as
perfection before my eyes, especially for those soft kissable lips.
Inwardly I sigh, drinking in her soft rubinesque beauty, appreciating
every supple line and curve.  She was dressed to impress today.  In a
soft cream-colored blouse with wide lacy lapels and long sleeves
adorned her body.  A simple full length free flowing skirt slit just to
her mid-thigh on the right side concealed her full hips.  Completing her
outfit, on her stocking-covered feet were open toed 3" black heels,
sensible, yet oh so very sexy.

  "To what do I owe the treat of seeing you dear?" I ask.  My mind
wanders in a flash at to what her answer will be.  We had met on-line
several years ago and through a series of long chats and e-mails, were
we really did know each other quite well, we finally met for dinner.
The chemistry we had that night amazed me.  Yet neither of us was ready
then for more, despite our attraction.  We parted very good friends
that night.  Idly I wondered if perhaps I should have asked her to come
stay with me then but something in me said to wait.

  "I came to a decision today Sir, " she says, her eyes almost
twinkling.
  "And that would be . . . " I say, closing the door and starting to
walk toward her. Through pursed lips she says, "your offer."

  For a moment I didn't speak.  All of the suggestions and teases
spanned into my conscious mind.  Passion, ecstasy and pleasures leaped
to mind.  In particular her fantasies of surrender came into focus.

  "Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"  I asked watching
her eyes very carefully.  Her brilliant green eyes met mine squarely
with a desire and determination that rarely I have seen.

  "Yes," she said simply. "Do you want all of it?"

  A nervous shudder ripples through her body, "ummm, yes Sir, I want
that very much.  I need to find out once and for all."  Her face
flushes slightly, her breath quickening as the weight of her word's
sink in.

  Quickly walking to her and lifting her quivering chin, I gaze deeply
into those emerald eyes.  My own heart quickens and my mind races
reveling in the implications of her simple words.

  "Your freedom is in what word my sweet?" I softly ask.
  "Snowflake"
  "If you need them, green, yellow and red lights are all there as well
dear."  Smiling I remind her of those long talks we had about real
life play and safe words. Pain never for pain's sake, but for
pleasure always.

  "I trust you Sir," she smiles at me, speaking those words seems to
calm her outwardly. The spark of wonder is what fills her eyes now
more than anything I see.  Her body and mine just respond with subtle
reminders of longing and desire.

  "I know dear."

  Reaching behind her I slide my left hand into her soft auburn hair as
I lean forward to kiss her mouth.  My other hand slides along her
back, feeling the silk of her blouse. Moving closer, our bodies seem
to melt together in this kiss.  Her sweet lips part as my tongue
slowly starts to explore her sweet mouth.  The instant our tongues
touch, a low moan rises in her throat that our kiss captures.  Our
tongues dance as we savor the infinite of the moment in each other.
Her soft arms embrace me as well, sliding up and down my back.  For
long moments we remain, my lips caressing her, nibbling her lower lip
seductively.  Wordlessly I move her facing away from me and nudge her
over the arm of the couch.  Looking back at me smiling I watch as she
leans over and stretches out waiting for my touch on her body.  My
right foot nudges her left as she opens her stance wider.  I flip up
her skirt with a practiced motion.  Smiling as I gaze on a pair of
full cut purple satin panties covering such a lovely bottom.  I slide
my hand over her cheeks relishing the feeling of the fabric.  "I do so
love your bottom love, so full and round.  Waiting for my touch, to be
spanked.  Caressed, teased and pleased."  A soft moan escapes her lips
and again I watch her body respond to me in small ways, shuddering and
cooing with explosive desire.

  "Oh yes," she exclaims in a low whisper. "All for pleasure, pain will
turn to pleasure this night.  I am going to take your body on a
journey of my choosing tonight my sweet.  Your body is mine, to tease,
to taste, to please."  My hand snaps lightly down to her right panty-
covered cheek with a loud SLAP.   A slow deliberate staccato of blows
lightly begins to work across her bottom. Soft moans and whimpers
escape her lips, her bottom wiggling back to meet my hand eagerly.  As
a light pink appears along the edges of her panties, I pause and hook
my thumbs into her panties and slowly, seductively pull them downward.
I am stirred as her full cheeks, such perky globes come into view that
as I tug and pull at the satin fabric I pause, slightly sighing in
contentment aloud.  The sight of a champagne pink bottom always
excites me and drives me to want more.  Letting the panties rest about
mid-thigh I step back a moment to admire the view.

  "Such a spankable ass you have.  It is one of the more wonderful
things about you wench isn't it?  To know that I get pleasure for
reddening it . . . caressing it so." Unable to resist longer I reach
out and squeeze her left cheek firmly.  My fingers slowly sliding
about her tender skin causing her to shudder.

  "Oh Sir, please . . . "
  "Please what wench?" I grin waiting.
  "Oh Sir, pleeeaaaassseeee....I need more."

  My hand slides ever so slowly to rest along the inner cleft on her
cheeks moving downward teasing and caressing her sensitive skin.  The
tips of my fingers begin to gently tickle her inner thighs resulting
is a guttural groan escaping her lips.  "Tell me what you need,
wench."

  "Oh God Sir, have mercy," she pants, her voice cracking in a mix of
pure lust, hunger and desire.  "I need your hand on my ass, to make it
glow fiery red.  For your pleasure spank me Sir . . . oh please I need
it, the wench in me wants it so badly Sir."

  "Since you do ask so very sincerely my wench, I will grant your wish .
. . this time." My hand tugs on those lovely panties and slides them
down her legs, smiling as I see her excitement.  "Step out of these
dear and then don't move."  As she does, I take her panties and stand
backing away slowly admiring the lovely shade of pink that covers her
pert bottom.  Turning around and crossing to my roll top desk, I open
the top left drawer.  "Ahhh what do we have here?"  I retrieve a
leather Tawse and drop the panties into the drawer closing it. Turning
back to her, I slowly walk toward her.  Smiling with wicked delight I
swing the Tawse loosening my wrist.  It remains unseen by her and I
savor what is to come.

  Wordlessly I pull back the Tawse and with a side swing moderately
smack her pink cheek.  A sharp hiss slips past her crimson lips at the
sting. I hear her cry out in surprise.  Using a slow and evenly spaced
rhythm, the Tawse is snapped over her pink bottom.  The stinging blows
quickly turns her bottom from pink to a mild shade of red. Her bottom
wiggles trying to shake off the powerful sting. The Tawse flashes
across both cheeks, to the left and right.  No part of her bottom is
untouched.  As the strikes seem to focus more and more on her fleshy
sit-spot, her breathing becomes more and more rapid.  "You need this
don't you wench?" I challenge.

  I keep speeding the rhythm of the tawse on her bottom and lowering my
aim to her thighs.  With each snap to that sensitive flesh she cries
out mews of "ooowwwww" moaning and writhing at my torment to her
bottom.  I see her body flowing with the mix of sensations in her
flesh.  The mysteries that can cause pain to turn to pleasure at the
right moment, the beautiful dynamic of power as she willingly accepts
and even want to feel me spank her, torment her body for pleasure,
hers and mine.  In a flash my index finger nail begins to trace a lazy
figure eight on her burning left cheek.   She quivers moaning softly
at the sudden change in sensation at my hand.   I lean down near her
ear and whisper in a husky voice to her.

  "Mmmmm you please me wench.  It excites me to see your glowing red
ass."  My hand begins to caress and gently rub her bottom in small
circles.  "Seeing you bottom up turns me on a great deal my sweet."
Slowly my hand lowers to slip between her thighs, I lean closer and
kiss her soft earlobe.  I savor the taste of such sweet skin as I
lightly chew and fondle her lobe with my tongue.  As my hand cups her
sex, feeling the soft gentle lips and their increasing moistness.  "I
feel how much it excites you wench.  Is it that you think how hard my
cock gets as I spank your ass?  How the gift of your submission drives
me wild?  Pleasure and pain, surrendering completely to me." Softly my
fingers explore her depth gently, the heat and wetness akin to pure
ambrosia. 'Your body longs to surrender to me doesn't it my wench?"

  Through a heavy moan she cries, "Oh yes Sir, I need to.  Please I feel
you so much already.  I want to be your good girl, to feel your body
melt into mine.  I want you to consume me as you please."  Her hips
begin to grind themselves into my hand, her mound pressed tightly
against me in sheer lust.

  I stand up and say, "Come my dear, I think we need to go to the
bedroom for the rest of your journey."  Offering her my hand I wait as
she pulls herself upright.  I see her chest still heaving slightly,
her eyes glazed with a mix of lust and wonder.  As she takes my hand,
twisting upright her soft skirt falls back in place with an audible
swish.  I take her hand and lead her back to the master bedroom.

  I lead her to stand her facing before a large full length mirror.
Turning toward her I take her face in both hands and begin to kiss her
supple full lips with hunger and earnest. Her arms wrap themselves
around me pulling me ever so close to her.  Our lips and tongues do
all the talking for the moment enjoying each other as a rare and
delicious feast.  Soft mewing and moaning rise between us, and each of
us lost in subtle love sounds and feelings.  My very core tingles with
lust and anticipation of what is to come. Moments like these are why I
do what I do.  The gentleness, warmth fills my heart with joy and
happiness.  Reluctantly breaking the kiss after a time, I smile into
her beautiful emerald eyes nearly losing my own soul in wonder at her
depth.  I see passion, the very heat of her desire sparkling at me.
The sheer honesty of her look is drawing and energizing my passion for
her.  Slipping wordlessly to stand behind her, my arms slide under
hers as my face nears her ear.  I begin to whisper to her ever so
softly.

  "You are an extraordinarily lovely wench love.  This night you are
mine, just as I want you."  She lifts her arms to wrap around my head,
her fingers gently sliding through my brown hair.  "I want you to
witness the sexy wench as I see you, see the heat of your own passion
that I will consume dear."

  My hands reached upwards and gently cupped and kneed her full breasts,
still trapped in their silken and lacy home.  My fingers teasing and
lightly pinching her nipples through the thin fabric.  As they stiffen
at my touch, she moans loudly, lost in the moment.   I turn my head
and gently nibble on her lower earlobe as she shudders in ecstasy. Two
fingers easily find and undo a button on her blouse as I watch the
fire in her eyes build.  With painful slowness I stroke her body, ever
so often parting through another button.  As the last button stands, I
slide the palm of my right-hand low over her belly just above her
skirt-covered mound.  Slowly I begin to her raise the front of her
skirt to expose her sensual sex to view.  Again in a low husky
whisper, "mmmm what do we have here?  Such a sweet charm for me isn't
it dear, and we can't have a skirt hide it from me now can we?"

  "No Sir, I am yours to do with as you please," her voice quivering.
  "We can't have your sweetness hidden now can we my wench?"
  "Oh no Sir"

  Smiling again at her in the mirror, I drop her gathered skirt as my
hands reach behind her to the zipper of her skirt sliding it down and
allowing the fabric to drop to the floor, the faint swish breaks the
near silence of the moment.  A soft gasp escapes from her as the skirt
hits the floor.  My fingernails slide from the back of her thighs
upwards of her still pink bottom causing her to wiggle and moan at my
touch.  Again sliding my hands tightly around her, I hold her tightly
enjoying her body warm and trembling in my arms. "I love the sight of
your beautiful body, such a full sexy bottom, and mmmmm such a sweet
mound."  My fingers slide through the sparse tufts of hair covering
her lips, as I teasingly fondle her.  She shudders at my touch, her
eyes closing in a moment of ecstasy.  "Watch my wench, feel my lust,
see it."  My hips push forward grinding into her bare bottom, the
course fabric of my jeans causing her to gasp as she watches my
fingers do their magic teasing her.

  With a sly lick to her ear, I whisper, "Such a wonderful wench you
are, So beautiful in my eyes.  So very special.  This night hold
nothing back from me my wench.  I want you to enjoy every touch, every
sensation I will give you this night.  I want to share every release,
give them to me my wench.  In that you will show me just how much you
ARE mine my sweet."  I look into her eyes through the mirror seeing
the brewing lust and desire in your eyes.  My fingers find and undo
the last button of her silk blouse, parting it open and quickly
sliding it back and off her body. Standing just clad in a delicate
purple lacy bra, my lips find her neck to kiss hungrily as my hands
work to unfasten the last of her clothes.  My fingers slide the
shoulder straps down off your shoulders as my fingers fund the clasp
of the bra at her back.  My lips enjoy kissing and nibbling the back
of her neck under her soft auburn hair.  Fingers slowly and
deliberately draw out undoing the clasp then with a rush I slide the
fabric forward.  In short order I push the fabric cups off her pert
breasts and down her arms freeing them to my view.  My hands go
directly those full soft breasts and resume the gentle caressing and
fondling as my lips slide to her shoulder. Without rush I enjoy
exploring her body, dropping to my knees as I kiss, lick and touch all
of her.  My tongue trailing down her back teasing her to madness.

  After a time when the whimpers and soft mewings become a lot of "god"
and "yes" I stop rising facing my new wench.  "It is time for my wench
to just be and feel."  Leading her to my bed I bend opening the night
stand removing a black blindfold I hold it before her eyes.  "It is
time just to feel not see" The look of anticipation and wild lust in
her eyes just before I slip the blindfold on her.  Returning to the
open drawer I bring out two sets of leather cuffs and wordlessly
fasten them first to her wrists then the ankles. Using my hands, I
guide her to lie on the bed, positioning her into the center on her
back.

  Initially I take her left wrist and attach it to a rope connected to
the headboard pulling her arm taunt.  As I begin to bind her right
wrist I start to say, "Ahhh now this is so much better dear.  To have
my wench spread out so helpless."  As I pull her ankles apart, I
connect them another set of leather cuffs already attached to a 3-foot
metal bar.  "Just think how helpless you are to me now wench.  So
open, so vulnerable to my every whim." I paused to slide a fingernail
along her inner thigh.  "To whatever I want, be it pain or pleasure."
She starts to squirm just a little against her bonds as my taunts sink
in.  The final rope attaches the bar to my headboard, bending her
nearly like a fortune cookie, her legs spread wide.  I slide a firm
pillow under her lower back as I gaze on her exposed bottom and thighs
just begging for more attention.

  A sharp crack and the smell of sulphur fills the air.  I light a
series of candles in the room making her wait for my touch, knowing
the sounds of my moving about the room moving items here and there.
Retrieving toys from their places and lighting more candles just
increases her desire.  "Hmmm now whatever shall I do to you my wench?
Shall I just run a feather along your body to drive you into madness?
Hmmm the choices I have at my disposal.  Whatever is a man to do?"
With a soft laugh I grab a soft suede flogger from my dresser.

  Beginning with a light swing, I start to snap it over her bottom. Hiss
pop each strike makes as she moans under the attention of the flogger.
With varying speed and strength I torment her to moan and cry.  After
a hard snap that lands between her cheeks, I raise my aim to her inner
thighs working them quickly.  As her bottom again turns to a lovely
shade of champagne, I land a deliberate blow across her full puffy
lips. Immediately I hear the cry of ecstasy.  Lightly teasing her
thighs more, for every four snaps to her thighs, one lands across her
lips.  As each pop swishes through the air, I feel the heat of her
passion rising.  It's very scent of her arousal assails my senses, her
body tense and shuddering with the signs of an impending release.
Excitedly I exclaim, "Cum for me my wench . . . I want it. Mmmm yes
please cum me my wench"  Over and over, as my flogger works it magic
on her body, I urge her to release for me.  As I start to snap the
flogger faster and faster over her lips, I see her body start to
buckle and struggle against her bonds.  A shriek emits from her lips
crying out as I watch her body shake without control as her orgasm
overtakes her senses.  Putting the flogger aside I lean down and my
fingers finding her clit as I start to twist and pull on it. Leaning
down my mouth near her ear I urge her hungrily, "Mmmm cum for me
wench.  Cum hard for your Master.  Yes give it to me, surrender
yourself to me and my touch.  Mercilessly my fingers don't stop and
just keep twisting, pulling and twisting her sensitive numb.  She
hoarsely cries' out, "Master, I can't take it anymore...please....."
As her whimpers get louder and coarser my fingers stop releasing her.
Bringing my fingers to my own lips I start to lick and taste her,
feasting on her sweet fluids.  Losing myself in the moment as my
tongue flutters and savors her taste.  Leaning down, I softly caress
and stroke her body, soothing her as she goes limp from sheer
exhaustion.  Rising I untie the rope holding the spreader bar as I
release the tension of her position, pulling out the pillow under her
back as I attach that rope to the bottom of the bed leaving my new
wench strapped down in an X as I curl up next to her softly kissing
her mouth and comforting her.  My fingers reach out and begin to
lightly roll her nipples one at a time through my fingers lightly
teasing them.  My lips find hers and we kiss for a long time.

  After a time she begins to kiss me back passionately as her senses
return, her breathing slows and she smiles up at me, her eyes still
covered with the blindfold.  Her brilliant smile coo's up at me saying,
"Oh thank you Master.  That was wonderful."  With a quick giggle she
continues, "Did I please you?"

  Smiling myself at her inner beauty, I reply, "You have done well for
Round one my wench.  We will see how you do for round two..."

  With a gasp of excitement and squeals of pleasure, she purrs softly "I
hope you will be pleased with me Master."