Rachel knelt; she could feel the pins and needles beginning to turn her calves and feet numb. She was naked except for the tight blindfold. As she shifted her weight she moaned softly, her wrists were cuffed behind her in soft leather, likewise her ankles, her wrists and ankles were chained together behind her back and her elbows were bound making her kneel straight and erect with her firm breasts thrust out before her. Tight leather straps bound her thighs between which a metal bar was attached, forcing her knees wide apart exposing her freshly shaved pussy.

Her mouth was dry, her Master had watered her, but not too much. He didn't want any "little accidents." Rachel licked her lips, she could feel the slick layer of bright red lipstick He'd applied to her lips, "fuck me red," he had called it. As she breathed she could almost taste the sweetness of the cheap perfume he'd sprayed on her, Slut’s perfume, mingling with the scent of her own excitement and anticipation. She moaned softly, feeling a thousand butterfly wings beating in the pit of her stomach. She felt so soft, vulnerable and so utterly submissive.

Time passed slowly; it felt like an age since He had bound her and left here in this room alone. Her senses were alive to every movement and sound, a soft draft causing her nipples to fill with blood and stand firm and erect, the same draft playing softly with the moistness between her legs, causing her to whimper slightly and shift her weight. She strained to hear the slightest sound, footsteps, Her Master? Voices, two, no maybe three men, she shivered. The clink of ice in glasses and muted laughter, music- Sinatra of course; her Master was such a man. She knelt and waited; after all what choice did she have.

The door opened softly. She held her breath; a new smell invaded her nostrils, a male smell of aftershave and strength. The door closed. She could feel his presence; he circled her, like a big cat with its prey, then a hand, firm and large in her hair, holding tightly, pulled her head back slightly, then stroking softly. She felt him crouch beside her, the hand moved, cupping her left breast, squeezing gently, fingers pinching her nipple. Her lips parted as she let out a low groan. The hand continued its tour of her body moving over her flat belly and down, fingers brushing over her swollen labia, parting them, then running up to the nub of her clit, sweet, sweet pressure. She gasped, but he was gone. 

Cocking her head slightly she could hear him moving, the rustle of clothing, a zip drawn down, then he was standing before her, once again the hand in her hair holding her tightly. Something hard and warm brushed her cheek, his cock? Yes. Then it was stroking through her long brown hair and back to her face. She felt pressure of its tip on her lips and knew what was expected of her, her Master had trained her. Gently she kissed his tip, snaking out her warm small tongue began to circle the tip then slowly lap down the hard shaft to his balls. He shifted slightly to allow her room to kiss each ball gently then lick and suck them softly before moving back up his shaft with little butterfly kisses. His tip was back on her lips, she sucked it in slowly allowing her soft tongue to work over the head as he slid into her tight mouth. He bucked, moving the whole length past her bright red lips. She felt him enter her throat,