The door bell rang a second time, about 30 seconds later as agreed, it was either him or coincidence. I now had a couple of minutes to get on all fours with a towel draped over my head, the front door was unlocked so he could come in and inspect me. The towel was so I could not see him, if he liked what he saw he would remove it and we would take things further. The two minutes went quickly, not that I was watching the clock, but after tottering on my 4 inch heels to the middle of the kitchen floor getting down on my knees and and placing the towel over my head, my hands touched the floor at about the same time I heard the front door open, "hello Lisa ?" he called through. "Through here" I called back, my voice felt not mine, this was the reality, it was not that meeting a guy was an issue, it was the stuff planned for after. I had promised if he liked me, I would not mess him about and would do what we had agreed, ultimately attend the local club with him later in the day. This was a big step for me. mind I get ahead of things, I hear him lock the door and walk up the hall. "Hello Lisa" he says again, this time with an air of pleasure, more than query. "Sir" I reply somewhat meekly, not through choice, but because I am genuinely feeling meek. "Oh yes" he sighs, followed by a " Very nice" . Inwardly I smile, outward also maybe, but fear still grips me, this is my coming out in some ways, or will be if he has me do all we have discussed. of him I have no fear, it is the promises I have made and intend to stick to that are of concern. A foot appears in my line of view , the towel not allowing me to see much at all, just a few square feet of floor. I hear him rustle in what sounds like a carrier bag. "Time for your collar" "sir " I reply as i feel him brush my hair aside exposing my neck, my heart skipping several beats, the collar being put on means he likes what he see's. "Oh fuck" i sigh involuntarily out loud. Oh yes my little whore" he responds, "or you will be, fucked that is!" I feel the cool leather slip round my neck, colder bits of metal touch and send a shiver down my spine. no going back now I think to myself. "There you are my girl" he says while fumbling to fasten the buckle, "all mine now, so I hope you will be good". "Yes sir,of course sir" i have served men before so know how to respond. I guessed he crouched down or knelt beside me, as he stoked my neck and lifted my skirt at the same time, "oh Lisa!" he exclaimed again. The hand at my skirt, moved over my ass, and gently stroked the inside of my thigh, my cock already semi hard, sprang fully to attention, and I moaned softly. "Good girl, so smooth" the hand slid down my leg across my stocking and back up again coming to rest on the naked patch of skin between stocking top and pantie. It felt hot against my skin, the hand at my neck continued stroking. "All those men at the club are going to love you, I told them all about you, so I am pleased you have not let me down" for this he had bent close to my ear and whispered, the effect was to unnerve me more. "you will be good won"t you Lisa?" "Yes sir" I replied, while inside asking myself will I ? Of course you will, my internal dialogue immediately rebuffed me, you made promises. it was true I had, again and a again he had asked me if I promised to let him share me, on line on the phone and in text messages, weeks of it, to the point I wondered if it was just fantasy. Clearly as I knelt there on my kitchen floor it seemed very real and about to happen. And Clearly the constant promises had been to leave me with no room to pull out, you silly little bitch, a part of my brain chastised me. The hand at my thigh moved again, a finger tracing the line of my panties, it came to a sudden stop as it reached my hard cock, as did the hand at my neck. At the same moment I remembered the instruction to have cum just before the time he would arrive. "Hard again already Lisa? " It was a rhetorical question, we both knew I had not done as asked. He took the towel of my head and stood up, I stayed motionless, focusing on a bob off paint on the floor tile, I dare not think, I was scared I had blown it. At that moment I realised how much I was invested in the plans we had made, in that moment when I thought they may not happen. His feet appeared in my line of vison again, he was stood before me, "look at me" his voice commanding. "Yes sir" was again my reply, lifting my head I got to see him for the first time, he was olderlooking than I had pictured in my head, the white of his hair making him look older maybe, but still looking no more than the 62 he had claimed to be. Broad shouldered and powerful looking, I was pleased to see. From this angle I could not guess is height but he looked the full 6 feet plus mentioned in his profile. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I wondered if he had taken a jacket it off, as it was not so warm out, though better than some Febuary days. "Oh dear Lisa, You have not been good have you?" " Sorry sir, I Forgot" I sounded remorseful, again not through wanting to, but because I genuinly was, still hoping I had not blown it. "Fucking stupid then arn't you, fucking crap little sissy, fucking hell I thought you was better than that" his anger seemed real also, at least I could not tell, which in this case was what mattered. I recalled he had shouted at me like this on the phone, when I had said the wrong thing or refused to go on cam for him, it was threatening and violent in its tone. more than once in the past he had tore into me in those conversations leaving me feeling like a piece of dirt, one time so bad I cried after and promised myself never to deal with him again. Yet here I was, dressed to be fucked, kneeling on my kitchen floor, mentally begging for him not to just leave. At that point I would have done anything he asked me to, just so he would take me to the club as planned. Had I simply blanked out the abuse, it flooded back now though, as I wondered if he would hit me, my previous comment of not being fearful of him no longer holding true. Part of me I realised would not mind if he did, so long as he still wanted me and used me and shared me, as we had discussed. "Stand up " he barked at me. "yes sir" and got to my feet, in my heels I stood over him, by a few inches, despite this i felt at his mercy in every way. "Lift your skirt" the next command. "Yes sir" I intoned again and again complying i lifted my skirt up to my waist holding it at the hem with both hands. So there I stood exposed in front of a man I had only just met, completly at his beck and call. "Look Straight ahead " I was told as he moved closer, my eyes fixed on a fridge magnet, its message was "be good to yourself". "Well" it sounded like a question, then I realised. "Sorry sir, yes sir" I had forgot, distract by my thought of if I was being good to myself? "Don't move" "Yes sir, I mean no sir" nerves were getting the better of me. He moved closer still and I felt him pull my panies down, releasing my cock, I could feel it there erect and hard, it may have well have been shouting, "he didn,t cum, he didn't cum " A sudden movement and then my cock hurt, he had hit it and hit it hard, a down strokeagainst the direction of my errection. I gasped. "How many? he asked. "sir?" I asked not quite understanding. "How many strokes so you deserve? you fucking bitch. " his anger rising again, " fuck you really are stupid". " Five sir? " I asked, not really knowing what answer to give. " Oh I think ten " his voice cold but calmer, was it all an act I wondered, while the willfill part of me thought well if you think 10 why ask me? Despite all this my reply was "yes sir, ten sir, thankyou sir" "you count" he instucted. "Yes sir" As movement caught my eye, I could not help but look, the back of his hand was coming down on my shaft again, involuntary I flinched, the knucles caught the tip of my cock as opposed to the shaft, the pain was even more intense. "one" I managed to say between clenched teeth. "no " was the reply " move and they do not count" "okay, thank you sir" was all I could think to reply. The next blow fell, by looking staight ahead I was able to keep still till he had struck. "One " my count started afresh, I wondered if I would make 10, maybe if I stayed still. The blows kept coming, one ever 10 seconds or so, sparodic though so I could not brace myself. my eyes where now shut, and tears had started to form "six " "Seven" "Eight " "Nine" "Do you like this? he asked, "I think you must, you are still hard" "yes sir " was my reply,, not thinking, I was certainly no enjoying it, just did not know hat else to say "Good I am just enjoying seeing you suffer, lets go to 15. " i am sure he laughed. "fifeteen " the last four or five stokes had been less painful, I gues my cock had gone numb. I relaxed and looked down, it was now only semi errect, but red across the top, where the blows had landed. he reached out and grabbed it, the pain was intense, my knees bucked and I bent over pullng away. " On your knees" "Yes sir " I went back on to my knees, glacing at the clock I realised the whole series of events that had left my in such pain from him walking in the doorhad been less than 15 minutes. He got out his phone, " I want to film you cumming, I want to see your cum face and I want to film you licking you cum up" "now ?" I asked stupidly. "Yes bitch now, when the fuck did you think, tomorrow, next week, what the fuck do you think I got this out for, ring the wife and tell she is not the dumbest cunt I know? "the anger was back again, it did not seem feigned at all. "yes sir" I reached between my legs and started to touch my now soft flacid cock, it was so painful, but it still responded, i could hardley belieive it did. Gently I wanked myself, thinking about times in the past when i had been on my knees sucking cock or had been bent over while a guy took my ass. As always thinking about men using me turned me on and despit the pain I knew I would cum. He directed me to look at the camra a few time or to wank harder, the later was hard, while being on cam turned me on so I was soon squirting my cum across the floor. "now lick it up" he his tone no softer The floor I knew was not particullary clean., still "yes sir" I replied and went on all fours to get to it, he crouched beside me holding the phone low so he could film me licking my own cum up. I felt so humiliated. tbc