THE SALON by Susan R. I hurry to open the door when your insistent knock announces your arrival. The first sight of you takes my breath away. You seem to tower over me and the cut of your black tuxedo seems severe, accentuating the angled features of your face. I meet you in a gown of velvet black. The bodice encircles my throat from high on my neck to the depth of the cleft between my breasts. The sleeves snugly encase my arms, coming to points at my fingertips. The skirt of inky satin and lace swirls around the calves of my black-stockinged legs. A velvet bow holds my auburn curls firmly at the nape of my neck. I stretch on tiptoe to peck your cheek in greeting, "I'll be ready in just a minute," I say as I slip away to put on the final touches. For our celebration you have reserved the private dining suite in an exclusive all-male club. Although it was established before the turn of the century, the club still maintains its Victorian splendor. The centerpiece of the cozy salon is a small sofa, its wooden frame ornately carved and its cushions richly covered in plush, emerald velvet. The same heavy fabric covers the walls entirely with intense color. To one side, a dining area is set with crisp white linen, gleaming silver, and crystal goblets that refract the light from the multifaceted teardrops of the chandelier. Fragrant blossoms in jade bowls and burning candles on small end tables fill the room with the dense frangrance of roses and beeswax. When I return, you brusquely grab my hand and lead me to the limousine. I'm late again and your silent manner communicates your displeasure. Once inside you instruct the chauffeur to our destination and ominously close the smoked-glass window. I know that I am to be punctual and that I will eventually pay for not respecting your requests. I still try a futile attempt to argue with you. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, for being late but I just couldn't help it. My nails weren't dry and..." You cut me off in a curt tone, "I have told you for the last time about your tardiness and now I am going to have to take action." Before I realize what is happening, you grasp my wrists and pull me across your lap. "I know this is an old-fashioned method, but it is the only way I know of impressing upon you that I mean what I say." Your strong hand finds its target as each sharp smack paddles the seat of my skirt-covered bottom. The surprise more than the bottom-warming causes me to squeal in protest, "Oh, you monster, that's enough." I kick my feet and flail my hands in an attempt to stop my just-deserved punishment. Your arms reach out to pin my arms to the small of my back and to stop my feet before a heel finds its target. "I think it is time you learn how to behave properly when you are with me." You continue to spank my behind with resounding smacks. First to one side and then the other until the heat from my skin can be felt through the layers of satin and tulle. "Oh, how dare you!" I shriek, escaping your clutches to pout in the corner, nursing my pride and tingling behind. You ignore me until the car pulls up in front of the club, then you say coolly, "My pet, you can sulk all that you want but there is only one way I can tame you and tonight I mean to do a thorough job of it. You know that we have an understanding and yet you continue to ignore me. So, hand me your wrists, now." The tone in your voice tells me that I must finally pay for my delinquency. Meekly I raise my hands level with my fluttering heart and from the console you retrieve the leather cuff restraints. Each circle of black leather fits snugly around my wrists and you snap them together with a special clasp. "I think it is time for you to learn a hard lesson about our relationship. I am the master and I will receive your obedience at all times. Is that clear?" Timidly I nod my head, "I'll try to do better, I promise." "I'm afraid that is not enough, my dear. When I am through with you, you will know your place." I feel completely subjugated when you tie a black silk scarf across my eyes, engulfing my senses in darkness. You guide me from the car and lead me by the restraints into the club. The warm scent of pipe tobacco, old leather and wool suiting rushes over my senses. I can feel that men are watching us from the entrance gallery and I flush at their rumbling voices of approval. The butler approaches, "Will you need anything special for your salon this evening, sir?" "No, and do not disturb us until I ring for you. We will be ordering supper later." You startle me when I feel your finger trace the neckline of my bodice and my embarrassment spreads from my imflamed cheeks down across my breasts. You whisper in my ear, "You should be embarrassed to know that you have not pleased me." Taking my bound wrists, you lead me away from our audience toward the salon. Once inside the room we quickly cross the carpeted floor and you sit me next to you on the sofa. You remove the blindfold, look into my anxious eyes, and explain, "You displease me with your tardiness and apparent disregard of our agreement. However, I feel it is my responsibility to teach you to be a good mistress. No matter how trivial it seems to you, you must learn how to properly treat your master and obey me in all things. I am going to discipline you for your own good and I warn you it will be severe. Do you understand and agree to this?" I whisper a trembling yes. "Yes, what?" "Yes, master." "I am going to begin now and I will stop only when I believe that you have really learned your lesson. Now, I am going to blindfold you again to remind you that I control the situation." You tie the inky silk across my eyes. "Assume the position," you say in a cool and controlled voice. Taking my bound wrists you guide me as I lower myself across your knees. I can feel your hand as it begins to glide up my thighs and under my skirt. With one swift movement you flip the fabric to expose my bare bottom. I hear the approval in your voice, "I see, Susan, that you have learned some lessons after all." You have instructed me never to cover my sex so that you can have access to me whenever you want and under my skirt I am wearing only a black garter belt and seamed stockings. You begin to caress my smooth skin, tracing the tops of my stockings, exploring for the center of my sex between my netherlips. For only an instant I believe that you have changed your mind. I cry out in surprise when your hand delivers the first blow. You rest one hand on the small of my back while the other lays down a methodical pattern of smacks on each rounded cheek; at the top of my curve, around to the fleshing outside, down to the soft crease and finally next to the cleft of my sex. You leave mottled imprints of your palm until both cheeks are radiating a crimson heat. After perhaps thirty or forty smacks to my exposed bottom, you lift me into your arms to face you, removing my tear-stained blindfold and releasing my bound wrists. "Susan, I'm not finished with you yet. Because I have had to go to such extreme measures to make you obey me I feel I must be assured that you have really learned your lesson. I cannot take you word alone any more. So, you now must do exactly as I say to prove that you will obey in the future. Do you understand this?" I can only nod my acceptance, knowing in the depths of my being that what is to come will truly test the limits of my ability to be your mistress. "Fine. I want you to kneel on this sofa, with your ass facing me, completely exposed. I want access to every opening so that I can use you for my total pleasure." Then you help me to stand. Unzipping my dress, it slips to the floor in a black halo around my feet. Guided by your hand, I step out and you carefully drape it across a nearby chair. For a brief moment you allow me to look at my surroundings. The thick velvet drapes, which cover even the door, will not allow escape, not even my cries of pain or pleasure. You lift the scarf covering the nearby table and deliberately pick up the riding crop. I am mesmerized by the sight of you stroking the leather across the palm of your hand. Then you lay the crop back on the table and tie the scarf across my eyes. "Kneel," you command and I place myself on the sofa with my torso draped carss the back. "Raise that ass more." In this position I await your eagerly anticipated use. You step in front of me and raise me up to meet your lips, grazing my eyelids through the silk, tracing the edges of my earloabes. Your kisses are surprisingly gentle as you bathe my face with your petting. Your breath is becoming more urgent in my ear. Little mews escape my throat as the tip of your tongue darts behind my ear, flicking little bits of pleasure on my skin. You can smell the faint lavender scent of my perfume mixed with the muskiness of my excited skin. You grasp the sides of my face and press your mouth hard against mine, your tongue probing urgently. I am breathless in my response to you, trying to meet your tongue with mine. "Oh Master, yes, please yes, I want you so much." The tenderness ends as your hands clutch my breasts, stroking and kneading the milky flesh. You manhandle the nipples between your thumb and fingers, pinching them into hard points. Then you lower your head to one breast and then the other...licking, sucking, biting until I can no longer endure your pleasurable torture. "Oh god, yes, harder...suck harder," I moan. Your powerful hands and masterful mouth send an erotic message to my smoldering cunt. Your hands move across my breasts to my shoulders, caressing down my flanks, stopping at the roundness of my ass. Firmly you grab each mound of flesh and pull me closer to place my face before your cock, straining to be free. Your enormous, swelling cock is only inches from my darkened eyes. "Master, may I please see your cock?" "No. Unbuckle my trousers...and be quick about it." you demand, placing my hands at your waist. Once undone, you deliberately pull the belt from the waist of your trousers and double it in your hand. "Perhaps I should give you a good strapping with this," you say as you trail the leather across the quivering, pearly skin of my back and haunches. "Now, unzip me." Carefully I slide the pull down across your swelling cock and my hand itch to feel its heat. You push my hands away and reach for your cock. It is very large and pulsing purple with engorged anticipation. I am whimpering, "please release it, please let me taste it." You grasp it at the base and raise it only a breath away from my eagerly awaiting mouth. "Lick the cum from the tip." My tongue stretches to meet the droplet glistening there. You pull away, making me beg for it, "please, please let me touch you, let me lick every inch of you. Please, Master, let me taste your cum. I want you to fuck my mouth." Suddenly you pull my head forward and fill my throat with your pulsating erection. Your hands entangle my curls and I mouth-fuck your cock deeper with each stroke. I can feel the bulbous head pounding the back of my throat. My mouth is so full that saliva dribbles past my lips and down my chin. You are frantically fucking my mouth and I am sure any moment you will shoot your cockjuice down my throat. Then as abruptly as you began, you pull your cock from my mouth, spraying thick pearls of your cum on my face and neck and breasts. I wipe each drop of precious spunk from my hot skin and lick my fingers clean. Next you grasp each wrist in turn, securing them with a snaffle bit at the side of the divan to the clasp on my restraints. I am a complete display of submissiveness to your desires. My arms are spread, held fast by their leather bonds, and my breasts are pushed forward over the back of the ornate carving. The previous tidiness of my face is now disheveled, lips bruised from your kisses, tears staining my cheeks beneath the silk scarf, curls rebelliously escaping their velvet ribbon. My creamy haunches are raised, shifting in an erotic dance of anticipation. The sexy muskiness of my desire competes with the heavy aroma permeating the room. Repeating your movements of only a moment earlier, you tie each ankle to the couch with a silk drapery cord. Now each cheek of my voluptuous ass is separate and my cunt is fully exposed, the lips glistening crimson with my creamy juices. My passion is reaching a frenzied peak and I hope that you will fuck me soon. "Please, Master, please make me cum. I need you so badly." With one swift movement you plunge your middle finger into my wet hole, sawing back and forth, spreading the wetness down my thighs. Smack, smack, smack. I try to shrink into the couch to escape your hand. "LIft that ass higher," you demand. Three fingers of one hand return to fuck my cunt hole while your thumb rubs the button of my clit. I am so hot that my clit is purple and pulsing like a small cock. Your other hand spreads my oily cream on my ass cheeks, causing the next volley of spanking to sting even more. "Susan, I want you to know this is the last thing I am going to do before you may cum. I want to take you to the next level and I am going to use the crop on your backside. Each stroke will be hard and deliberate and I want you to count each aloud. When I am finished, I am going to fuck your gorgeous ass." Even as you say this, you continue to fuck my pussy with your hand. In a whisper I respond, "I am ready, Master." You withdraw your hand to pick up the riding crop. One-the air faintly whistles before I feel the sharp sting of the leather on my exposed ass cheek. You reach over and trace the mark that it has left on my flesh and I shudder with your unexpected touch. Two-the next one lands in the middle of the other cheek, marking it also. My whole body trembles. Three-you flick your wrist and the stroke hisses off my flank. Four-five-your aim is careful and each lands avove the other on my left flank. You reach down to position my cream-soaked thighs. Six-seven-you place two quick strokes on the tender flesh of my inner thigh and the redness is in sharp contrast to the milky whiteness. Eight-nine-each stroke lands smartly in the center of each mound of my ass causing the flesh to quiver. Ten-eleven-twelve-each counted with my sobs. Your experience places each stoke unerringly, never covering a previous stroke with a new mark. Thirteen-fourteen-my mind is reeling as I say each word. A dizzy sensation flutters in my gut with each blow. Fifteen-sixteen-this time each stroke licks my inner thighs and lands above your previous marks. Seventeen-eighteen-"You are close now, my pet. My god, your cunt is gushing. Only two mor and that will finish you." Nineteen-"Louder, cry louder." Twenty-the final stroke hits its mark. I am cumming, cumming and the animal-like cries pierce the air from the depths of my soul. You throw down your instrument of ultimate pleasure and ferociously grab my hips to impale my ass. "My god, your ass is on fire. I'm going to fuck that red-hot ass of yours." With one swift movement you spread my inflamed cheeks and rub your ready cock in my cuntjuice. Cock in hand, you place the head at the opening of my tight passage. I feel your body weight steadily pressing into my entrance. I lunge my body back to hasten the inevitable. "Fuck me," I growl. Deliberately and with force you ram your cock in and out of my back passage. My blistered ass is before your face to slap at will. Each thrust, each slap causes me to cream and it streams down my very wet thighs to stain the cushions. "Yes, fuck me, spank me," I hiss in a hypnotic chant. The velvety walls swallow my screams and pleadings of pleasure. Frantically you are plunging your cock into my ass and each stroke brings us closer to an exploding climax. When we cannot take the intensity any longer, we explode together, your cum spurting against the walls of my ass and my cuntjuice covering our thighs. Spent, you withdraw as I collapse against the sofa cushions. Tenderly you release my bonds and cradle me in your arms. "My pet, my pet," you croon in my ear and kiss away the tears of my pleasure.