Sometimes he likes to tie me up to the foot of his bed. I suppose most of the time I seem fairly uninteresting. I play it safe. No one would ever suspect me of being daring. But he tells me he wants me exposed tonight and I shiver. I know what’s coming. He’ll leave something new and slinky on the bed. Sometimes there won’t be underwear, but there’s always a dress. Something silky. Classy and soft. Something that runs the risk of being a little too low cut, or a little too tight. I’ll put it on, while I try to figure out if he’s in the room watching. I’ll sit on the foot of the bed and wait. Whenever he appears I’m not expecting it. I always jump at the snap of his fingers. I think he still points but I don’t need to look anymore. I know that snap means to get on the floor. He likes me at the foot of his bed. He’s tied me up other places but he says that’s where only the best pets get to be. My ankles get tied to my thighs. My knees get tied to the very bottom of the feet of the bed. My elbows get tied behind my back and my arms get tied to the feet of the bed too. He puts a ballgag in my mouth. Then he leaves for a while. Sometimes it’s only to sit on the bed and read. Sometimes he goes out to a friends. He says it’s important for me to understand that I’m at his mercy. There’s a panic button but I’ve never needed it. Sometimes he leaves me alone in front of a mirror. Sometimes he puts the mirror in front of me when he gets back. Sometimes he doesn’t use it at all. The mirror always makes me blush though and he likes that. He says I look cute, pretending I have dignity. Sometimes when he comes back, he likes to pretend that he’s kidnapped me from some fancy party. He’ll run his fingers over the tops of my chest, lift my dress up and chuckle meanly at my lack of panties “I knew you were a whore. Look at that, whore, you already made a mess,” and force me to watch myself in the mirror as he rips open the pretty dress and takes wherever he wants from me. Sometimes he doesn’t come back alone. Sometimes he comes back with a pretty girl with long red hair. I don’t know her name. She pulls down my dress gently and kisses my nipples, then sucks his cock while fingering me. Sometimes he lets her eat me out, has me watch in a mirror as I get closer and closer to coming, says I’m not allowed to until I’m screaming against the ball gag because I need it so badly. He grins lazily, and slowly strokes himself. Sometimes he comes back with men-always different. Sometimes more than one. They complement him on how well he has me trained. He watches me blush as he exposes me in front of these strangers, and then sits and watches. They touch me roughly, like they are trying desperately to get a release. He watches while they use my pussy until I’m shaking. When they leave they thank him, and he cleans the cum off of my chest. Then he uses me too. He says I feel so much wetter when I’ve already been warmed up. Why should he have to do all that hard work. Once he put a hood on me and set up a computer. He told chatroom he wanted me to know how many people were watching me. He took requests. He said things like “they want to see your tits bounce perky, do you think we can do that? I bet these nipple clamps on a chain will help... yes... didn’t I tell you guys, she has a lovely bounce” I must have heard at least a hundred people watch over the few hours he did that. They saw me ride a dildo faster and faster on his orders. They saw me cum so many times I couldn’t think. He untied me and spanked me as the finale. I couldn’t sit properly for a week, but I didn’t even have it in me to flinch. Whenever he finishes, he always takes such good care of me. Cleans me up, gives me things that are cold and soft, calls me kitten, and tells me what a good girl I was. Sometimes he likes to tie me to the foot of the bed.
I like it a lot.