Dan stood at the foot of the bed, a serene smile on his lips. Eyes roaming over her, this was his time. The time he indulged himself, let his pleasure come to the fore, take the lead. Karen was on her knees face down on the bed, hands cuffed behind her back, ankles cuffed and tied to the footboard. Gagged and blindfolded, the only way to communicate nods of her head, they’re agreed code, her bottom flushed red. It had been a long work trip, a week of cheap motels and lousy food. The evening chats with Karen only served to fuel his needs, desire to do something special on the day he returned. They’d discussed options, and Karen had told him to do with her as he pleased. For once Dan decided to take her at her word. Thursday evening he’d messaged her exactly what she was to wear to work the next day. Nothing outrageously slutty, his favourite lingerie normally reserved for all day pleasure and special occasions. The skirt suit was one of her tight, short ones, and the sheer blouse would cling deliciously to her curves. The men in her office would give her at least second glances, hopefully lusty ones. Karen loved to flirt, making her dress this way would ensure she spent the day in a permanent state or arousal. His flight arrived on time and he’d got home mid-afternoon. Plenty of time to prepare for the evening to come, and text her messages to make sure she was horny if the outfit hadn’t done the job. He waited in the lounge, hearing her key in the door and heels click across the hallway, heading for the vase of flowers he’d placed to entice her form the door. He padded barefoot across the hall, reaching her before she had a chance to turn and greet him. He grabbed her left arm, taking her right and grasping both together, he crushed her against the wall, he cry of surprise was perfect, “Your mine.” His mouth sought her neck, kissing, biting gently her struggles ceasing. His right hand slipped down, pulling the hem of her skirt higher. Karen parted her legs, knowing what he wanted. His hand paused to stroke her thighs, savouring the transition between lace stocking top and bare flesh, moving upwards and forwards, seeking the triangle of lace covering her pussy. It was wet, “Good girl, you’re ready for my attention.” He kissed her, lips crushing into hers, tongue thrusting deep inside, Karen responded in kind, passion ignited. He broke the kiss, stood back, “Upstairs now.” She turned silently obeying him, he followed close behind watching her ass under the tight skirt, excitement building, thoughts of what he was about to do to that perfect round ass. She entered the bedroom, stopping to stand by the bed her head moved as she took in the toys he had laid out on the bed earlier. He unbuttoned her skirt, slid the zip down and eased the skirt to the floor, “Turn around.” Her eyes briefly meet his, fire in the depths, before she dropped the contact, cheeks flushed. He squatted, face close to her panties. The sweet smell of arousal filled his senses, had his cock rising in his jeans. A finger grazed the fabric, sodden, soaked in her juices, “Did you come?” The question asked to her pussy. “I… there was this new rep, he’d been flirting a little when your last text arrived… I had to… I’m.” The words tumbling out. “Stop.” He stood, hand under her chin, pushing her head up, eyes boring into hers, “What did I say last night?” “Sir said his girl could play with her pussy at work.” “Repeat my exact instruction?” “Sir said I may play with my pussy at work, but I must not come.” Her eyes held his gaze for a second, blinking then looking down. “Look at me.” She immediately returned his stare. “So my girl couldn’t stop herself. Had to be a dirty slut and fuck her pussy at work. Toys or fingers slut?” “Toy Sir, my tiny bullet, on my swollen clit, my fingers fucked my pussy.” “One orgasm or more?” Her panties had been really, really wet. “Two sir, one small and one fucking big one. I had to play a bit in the drive too; I saw your car, knew you were here and I couldn’t stop my fingers.” He started into her eyes, just like Karen, trying to twist her transgression to an advantage. A game they played often, one he loved and would never change. “Well that changes things. I was going to lick your pussy till your legs couldn’t hold you, make you come again and again over my greedy tongue. But you broke the rules, used your fingers like the greedy whore you are. Strip and I’ll show you what happens when dirty sluts disobey.” He released her neck, stood back. She began to strip, shrugging the suit jacket from her shoulders, hands flowing over her blouse, briefly cupping her breasts before she slowly undid each button, her gaze fixed on the wall. The blouse fell away, her hands reaching behind to unclasp her bar, breasts thrust forward the urge to get his cock out of his jeans was becoming unbearable. He wanted to stoke it while she removed the final threads covering her, step forward, push her on the bed and fuck her senseless. But not tonight, tonight he would take a different path. Her panties were swept to the floor; she stepped out of her heels, about to remove her stockings. “Stop. The stockings stay.” “Yes Sir.” She stood straight, hands clasped behind her back, head slightly bowed, eyes on the wall, waiting. Her body was flushed, he looked at her naked pussy, a shimmer on the lips, ready.   He peeled off his t-shirt, moved in close, kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, crushing hers as she sought to fence. His hand twisted into her hair, yanking her head back, ripping their lips apart. He kissed her neck, biting gently on the place that sent her wild, feeling her legs buckle, biting harder. He stepped back, watching her breaths come in sharp pants, skin flushed. “So slut, what am I to do with you?” His hand moved to cup her left breast, moving over the surface, taking the hard nipple between finger and thumb, twisting. “If Sir would like some ideas I would be happy to help.” He dropped her breast, stared into her eyes for a second before he slapped her cheek, the force turning her head, breaking the gaze, “No more words from you slut, though I may have use of your mouth in due course. Anything more to say?” Karen turned her head back to Dan, holding his gaze for a second, eyes burning into his, before dropping the gaze, shaking her head. “Better. Though you’re in a feisty mood, best such disobedience is corrected.” He picked up the wrist cuffs, fitted them to her without and resistance, a chain running from one to the other. He moved round to face her again, “On the bed.” He pushed her shoulder, forcing her onto the bed. He took the second set of cuffs and fixed them to her ankles. “Roll over, crawl to the foot of the bed. Karen rocked herself onto her front, struggling with her tied arms to comply. “On your knees slut, arse in the air.” She moved to comply, her arse wiggling more than was strictly necessary. Dan’s cock bucked in his jeans, her arse and wet pussy calling to him. He could slip off his jeans and fuck her right now, take her hard. Fuck her pussy as he’d thought of often on the long trip. There would be time enough for that, time to savour the feeling of his hard flesh deep inside her. Time for other pleasures first, Karen had said anything goes, an electric shock through his system, so much he could do and yet he knew he wouldn’t scratch the surface tonight.