'A Night In Her Hands' - a story by Dream

I love writing stories, and even more if I am writing with someone in mind. This one is for a friend, I do plan to add to it soon, so keep your eyes out for more *winks*

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As she stopped to check herself in the mirror she smiled softly, running her hands over her black skirt smoothing it, her fingers caressing the soft fabric as she shook her long curly hair, watching it bouncing softly over her shoulders and down her back. She nodded, a smile forming on her lips as she finished checking herself.

She headed back to the playroom, casting her eyes round the room as she entered. Candlelight danced off the walls, soft music played in the background. Her fingers ran through the tails of her floggers hanging on the wall and she smiled softly in anticipation watching the tails fall through her fingers. She leant in and inhaled the soft scent of the leather before moving on and checking the items set out on a table against the wall. Her fingers danced softly over the leather cuffs, a blind fold, a gag, lingering on the paddle and few other items that lay there, her eyes closed briefly as a shiver of delight at the evening ahead went through her.

Yes, it was all set, now all she has to do was wait.

He was on time, the knock on the door at 7.15pm as instructed. She opened the door and smiled as her eyes travelled over him, watching him shuffle slightly from foot to foot as she stood there watching him for a few moments, letting the anticipation build. Stepping back she opened the door wide and stood aside to let him in.

'Don't just stand there, get in' She smirked at him.

Once he was in, she closed the door, and leant back against it looking at him.

'Strip' She commanded 'Be sure to leave your clothes in a neat pile on that chair' She motioned with her left hand to a chair sitting in the hall way.

His mouth dried slightly and he worked his tongue back and forth trying to moisten his lips and mouth as he stripped. His fingers shook slightly as he felt her eyes burning through him. Her presence was a little nerve wracking, but not nearly as much as her silence was. He knew she was in one of her deeper moods just from the silence, and he could not help but respond to the thrill that sent through his body.

'Excited already I see' She laughed as he removed his boxers and folded then on top of the rest of his clothes.

He turned to face her, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at her. The slap across his cheek had surprised him as much as the speed at which she had moved over to him. It sent his head flying to his right. His hand coming up to rub the smarting flesh as it did. He turned to look at her wearily and she just laughed. Reaching out she curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head closer to her.

'Don't even think about stepping out of line tonight' She hissed against his ear.

He whimpered softly, almost losing his balance as she let go of him. She ran her nails over his chest, snaking them over his skin, and watching as the small red welts followed their path, raking down over his stomach causing him to inhale, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his lips. The bite of her nail as her fingers curled round his balls made his snap open his eyes. She smirked softly and him, turned slightly and started to walk towards the play room, he scuttled after her as gracefully as he could, unable to stop the whimpers as she tugged.

He blinked to adjust his eyed to the candle light, the change did not see to effect her, she walked briskly over to the table. His mind was starting to reel a little, and his cock was showing his excitement as his balls protested under her tugging. She changed her grip slightly and laughed softly as she stood behind him. Without any warning she pushed him from behind and pinned him against the wall, thrusting her thigh between his and pinning him there. Reaching over to the table to take one wrist cuff and cuffs his left wrist, then secures it to a hook on the wall, she does the same with his right before stepping back a little. His ankles are kicked apart as she cuffs them spread wide, and secures them to the wall too.

She stands back and watches him. He has very little room to move, and tries to pull himself free. This just makes her laugh softly./ Stepping up behind him she runs her nails up his neck and into his hair, entwining and tugging his head back hard, her lips brushing his ear as she breaths softly.

'There is no escape until I am done with you' She purrs against his ear, 'Oh, and do I have plans for you tonight'

With that she lets go of his head and places both hands onto his arse, letting her nails bite into the tender flesh, causing him to jump forward into the wall, unable to escape the torment as she pinches and scratches over his firm cheeks. She steps back slightly and lifts her right hand high, bringing it down with a resounding slap over his cheeks, her hand dancing from right to left cheek as the blows rain down steadily. Watching the blush rising on his flesh as she works, stopping every now and then to rub and feel the heat before starting all over again.

She watching as his head rolls forward against the wall, small moans form deep within him filling the room. Reaching for one of the paddles, she starts changes the tempo and starts to paddle firmly over the now warming skin, watching the blush of his cheeks start to redden and glow as the paddles bounced back and forth over this cheeks and the tops of his thighs. She stops to rake her nails over the heated flesh, then reached between his thighs and runs then over this now throbbing cock. She moves behind him, pressing him against the wall as she rakes his thighs again, hissing in his ear.

'Don't leave any mess on that wall now'

He whimpers, his hips thrusting softly at her words, knowing that he will be leaving a wet trail over the wall. He tries to pull away, but she has him trapped firmly against the wall, and she just laughs at his attempts. Her hips pinning him as she rakes her nails up and down his back, before leaning in and letting her breath was over him, letting him hear the excitement in her breathing as she watches him, fixing the blind fold securely over his eyes as she does. Then suddenly she is gone again.

His read rolls as he tired to work out where she is, he tugs at the cuffs, unable to work out where she is, or what she is doing. The rustle of air over his back is the first sign of what is to come, followed by the sting of the leather flogger as it lands against his shoulders, sending him lurching back into the wall and letting out a hiss of breath. The next fall is not such a shock and he finds his head rolling forward as he tries to arch his back to meet the flogger, the sting tingling softly though him as she works the floggers in big arcs, the small leather strands dancing in the air as they fly with her strokes. She alters the force she uses with each strokes, and lets them land against his back in a steady, almost heart beat like, rhythm. His back warming and reddening under the floggers dance.

The flogger dances over his arse and thighs, but he does not remember her changing, his head still rolled forward against the wall and the fine leather strips bite into the already tender flesh of his butt and thighs, each stroke bringing a small grunt from him, his hips rocking in time with the flogger, arching back to reach it as it strikes, then thrusting forward as he grunts, before working back to meet it again. He is grateful for the cuffs holding his arms against the wall, as he knees start to weaken a little, and he finds himself hanging there.

The flogging stops, but his body is throbbing with the result. He is unable to do much but hang against the wall. The warmth of her against his as she once more stands behind him just intensifies the burning throbbing skin of his arse. His head is tugged hard back again as she grins watching him.

'You look like you need help staying up' She laughs evilly.

He nods, unable to reply. Her laughter still rings in his ears as suddenly she thrusts her hips forward and he feels her strap on slide against him. She reaches down and guides it between his cheeks and against his tight puckered hole, letting the lubes head glide back and forth once or twice before she thrust forward hard, burning her cock deep into him in one smooth action.

'Maybe this will help' She purrs at him

His kneels buckle again, pinning him against her cock, his wrists aching a little from the strain of hold him up. She slowly pulls back, then thrusts forward again, pinning him to the wall as she starts to fuck him. She leans in and bites his neck, her hips slapping against his reddened ones as she works, driving her cock in and out of his arse. His head rolls back as she bites him, moaning and grunting as she works herself in and out of his body. Her body pinnes against his as she works. His tender bruised arse tingles with each forward thrust.

She snakes her hand between his body and the wall and curls her fingers round his hot throbbing cock, sliding her fingers in time to the thrusts of her cock in his arse. She pants softly against his ear as his precum glides over her fingers and up and down his cock. He feel her excitement as it washes in hot shallow breaths over his ear, his own body tingling deep within. He feels her shudder against him, letting out a long low moan against his ear. Her body spasms against him, his cock twitches and leaks, his arse thrusts back against her cock, wanting her deeper. He hangs on the edge, so close to his own orgasm. She works her hand harder over his cock, giving a simple yes when he pleads to be allowed to cum.

Afterwards she laughs softly and pulls out, standing away from him and watches as he registers her sudden withdrawal, letting out a long moan of disappointment.She reaches up and uncuffs one ankle then the other. Reaching up to uncuff his right wrist, then his left, smiling softly as he tries to stand. Without another word she guides him to a cage in the corner, removes the blindfold, helps him in, covers him with a blanket.

'Time for you to rest my pet, I will be close, you rest in here'

She smiles softly as she locks the cage shut, then takes her seat close by to watch him. Oh yes, lots more fun to be had, she smiles, his red shoulders just peeking out of the security of the blanket, little purple welts covering the skin, she knows his thighs and arse will have matching ones. She settles back in her chair and just watches him softly.