Mark didn’t really see her leave, but he knew she was not on top of him or on the bed anymore. He called to her but got no response. As he lay there, unable to break free of the cuffs, his ass stinging in pain, his cock still hard, he wondered what on earth had just happened. He lifted his head up and looked around but couldn’t see Jamie. His ass still stung, and his head was swimming.

Jamie came back in the room. Mark heard her coming in and started to speak, but she cut him off. “I’m going out,” she announced curtly. To this he lifted up his head and saw that she had gotten dressed. “You’re what??” he exclaimed. “Untie me and let me up!”

“No, Mark,” came Jamie’s swift reply, “When I get back, we can pick up right where we left off.” And with that she slipped right out of the bedroom, despite his repeated pleading to be untied. Her comment left him hopeful that this would be like before and soon he would have her bent over the bed and slamming his cock in her warm wet pussy.

However his mind was racing. What on earth was happening, he wondered as he lay there naked and tied to the bed. Where was she going? Why did she tie him up? Why did she make him beg? Why did she spank him so hard? Why did he like it? Why was he turned on by her commanding him? By her making him beg for it? By the rough spanking itself? Why was thinking about all this now keeping his dick hard? Where was she going???

Jamie was gone for a while; he had no idea how long, but it seemed like hours. He even drifted off to sleep a bit. When he was awake, he was quite frustrated by all this, by being left there tied up.