Darkness. Complete and total darkness. That was all I could see. The blindfold had let in a faint glimmer of light around the edges, but after Sir had hooded me, even that was gone.

I knelt naked, listening intently for the slightest sound, conscious of the sweat beading on my skin, partly from anticipation, partly from a delicious fear of the unknown.

I felt a gentle tap of a cane on my stomach. "Position!" Sir barked. I hadn't realised I was slouching, but I immediately straightened my back and spread my knees wider. I knew better than to not respond instantly, or the tap of the cane wouldn't be so gentle the next time.

I heard the soft clink of metal and felt something cold on my wrist, followed by the tell-tale clicking of a handcuff locking in place. Sir put my arms behind my back and again I felt the cool metal on my wrist and heard the ratcheting as the cuff tightened. I felt offended, as if Sir didn't trust me to follow orders.

More metallic sounds and more clicks followed as my ankles were cuffed, the chains interlinked to hold my wrists still. All was silent for a time, then I heard a different sound, that of a key turning in a lock.

As Sir pulled my chastity belt away I understood. Sir was right to cuff me. It had been so long and I was so desperate that even knowing I was bound, my arms twitched as my mind filled with thoughts of touching my exposed pussy.

Without a thought, I spread my knees as wide as I could and thrust my hips forward, presenting myself to him. Sir just laughed and patted me on the head, like I was nothing but a pet who had performed a trick for him.

The next sound was one I knew well. The gentle hum of a wand vibrator. I bit my lip and tensed, knowing how intense it would feel against my sensitive swollen clit. But the contact I both dreaded and longed for never came.

"There is a toy one finger's width in front of you. You may try to reach it." My hips were already thrust forward, but nonetheless I tried. I stretched as far as I could and for a brief moment I felt the softest of pressures, then it was gone again.

"So close!" Sir whispered in my ear. "Why don't you try again?" Time after time I stretched myself forward, trying frantically to reach the wand, only occasionally being rewarded with the faintest of brushes, those brief moments only serving to heighten my desperation.

Eventually, panting with exhaustion and frustration, I allowed myself to collapse back down. "Please?" I whimpered, filling my voice with need. There was a brief jolt of sensation, like an electric shock striking my clit as Sir pressed the wand against me. Before I could even process the sensation it was gone, and with it the hum from the vibrator as he switched it off.

"Position!" Sir barked again, and I felt a sharp sting across my shoulders. I hadn't realised that I'd slumped forward, curling myself into a ball. I quickly pulled myself up again, back straight, head high and knees spread wide.

I felt Sir gently caress my cheek through the hood, a reward for my quick obedience. Then he pulled the hood and blindfold away. "Tears?" he asked, sudden concern in his voice. I nodded and managed a faint smile. "Green" I managed to whisper. Sir smiled, satisfied. He knew that I would use my safe word, but I'm stubborn and hadn't reached that point yet.

I noticed a red leather armchair placed in front of me. Sir must have been sitting there as he held the wand and watched my struggles. He saw my look and nodded, but didn't sit back down. Instead, he went to the door of our private room and opened it. Seconds later, he returned - leading a naked masked lady by a leash attached to her collar.

I recognised her straight away. Not by name of course. She was another of the club regulars. Every time I'd seen her, she had been naked except for that mask. Whenever someone addressed her, she was always "Slut", so that was what I knew her as.

Sir sat on the armchair and pulled Slut into his lap. His eyes never leaving me, he started to play with her. Squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Then his hand moved downwards, her thighs parted and he started to stroke her clit and run his fingers across her pussy, as if it was nothing. It wasn't fair!

For weeks I'd begged and pleaded for him to touch me in that way, and yet now he was doing it to someone else who hadn't even so much as asked! I came close to breaking then, but before my safe word could leave my lips, Slut moaned with pleasure and my pussy twitched in sympathy, distracting me with need.

Sir's hands moved expertly across Slut's body, eliciting louder and more frequent moans from her. In desperation I pressed myself down, trying to grind against the hard wooden floor. I could see Sir smiling at my feeble attempts, but I couldn't stop. My clit needed contact, any contact, and I had to try to get it any way I could.

When Slut came, I thought I might too. I felt my pussy pulsing, my juices leaking onto the floor and making it even harder to achieve the friction I so badly needed. Sir dismissed Slut with a wave of his hand and we were alone in the room again.

Sir stood over me, dominating me with his sheer presence. "Sir, please, I need it!" I begged. He didn't say a word, but instead held his hand out in front of me. I eagerly licked and kissed his fingers, tasting her on him but not caring, just happy to be touching any part of him I could.

Eventually Sir pulled his hand away and unzipped his trousers. I didn't need instructions, I opened wide and stuck my tongue out as Sir's long hard cock slid between my lips. He face fucked me hard and fast, pulling out at the last moment to spray his load across my chest. I wanted so much to taste him, bending my head forward and thrusting my tongue out, but his hot juices stayed maddenly out of reach.

Sir moved to stand behind me. I knew not to look around at him. Surely he hadn't recovered already? I knew it was unlikely, but still I hoped. Before I knew what was happening, he had passed my belt through between my legs and locked it in place. I screamed then, fresh tears running down my cheeks. Despite everything, I was to be denied another night.