He needed a moment to relax. He had a lot on his mind and a lot going on in his personal life. There weren’t many people he could talk to. He called to ask if I was available tonight. I am.

I had a bottle of wine, a nice cigar and made sure that I was presentable. I liked to keep my hair tied up, because I liked the way his fingers felt in my hair when he pulled out the pins. He came in with his bag of toys.

We make it as far as the hallway before I’m on my knees sucking him. My tongue wrapped around him, moving up and down, up and down. I was drinking him down, his hard cock pushing farther and farther down my throat. He was moaning, the pins from my hair falling to the floor.

He was holding my head close to him. I was gagging, and choking on him. His hot cum shooting down my throat, his hands stroking my face. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. I followed him down the hall to my room.

He told me to kneel up on my bed. I did as I was told, bending over putting my ass in the air. He had my feet shackled and helped me up on my knees. I was told to put my hands behind my back and my wrists were shackled as well. He told me to open my mouth, and a pony gag was firmly secured to my mouth.

He pushed me down to the bed, my ass up in the air. He began to spank me with his hand. One, two, three, four, five..then the reality of what was happening began to register. I had no way to get away, no way to tell him to stop.