He heard the door click behind her. She had left him blindfolded and naked, kneeling where he had slept at the foot of the bed. He was bound in an almost foetal position with his hands behind his back and tied to his ankles. He wondered what she would be doing in the bright sunshine of the Paris morning. Having coffee at the tabac near the hotel? Shopping; at a gallery? She hadn't said.

She had woken him from his fitful sleep with a hard slap across his naked rump and pulled him up on the bed. Before he had woken properly she had him bound spread eagled to the four caners and straddled his face. 'Now lick me nice and gently maybe, if I come, you'll get breakfast' she said. She tucked her legs under his shoulders and took hold of his head with both hands. She moved his tongue precisely over her cunt letting it just touch at first then pressing harder and harder until she was on the edge of orgasm. He was getting excited now. She reached back and started fondling his cock. 'Mmm' she said “that feels nice' and she moved down and pushed him in to her. She rose slowly up and down on his cock and started to come. He felt himself close but as she came she pulled off him and pushed her cunt into his chest. He was left gasping on the edge of his orgasm. She lay there for a while then got off him and went to the shower. After the shower he could hear her moving around, getting dressed, putting on jewellery and makeup without a word. Then she came over to him, untied his hands from the bed and fastened them behind him, untied his ankles and pushed him roughly into position at the foot of the bed. Then she was gone.

He stayed still for a while just feeling his cock throb against his stomach in his curled up position. He thought about how he had gone to her. Her text had reached him at the airport as soon as he turned on his phone - just a hotel and room number. He had gone out and found a taxi, worried that his French wouldn't be good enough but as soon as he said the name of the hotel, the African driver just drove off and took him straight there. It was night and the lights of Paris were bright and confusing after the long flight. As they dipped through the expressway tunnels along side the Seine he wondered if this was how lady Diana had felt, drunk on the night she died. The taxi left him outside a small elegant hotel in the Marais. As he walked in to reception the woman behind the desk just nodded him towards the lift, as if he was expected. He went straight up to the room with his bag and stood outside the door for a while before knocking - wondering what he had let himself in for.

She had come to the door as soon as he knocked, looking somehow delicate but strong in a big men's bathrobe. She waved him inside and closed the door. 'Put your bag and clothes in here' she said, opening the wardrobe 'then stand over there'. He undressed quickly hanging his clothes up neatly as he had been told to before. It wasn't long before he was standing naked in the middle of the room with his cock stiffening. 'Good' she said, locking the wardrobe and standing in front of him. She reached down and stroked his cock then put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him down till he was kneeling. She came around behind him and pulled a leather blindfold over his eyes and crouched down to tie his wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. Then she pushed his head down to the carpet and left him.

He could hear the rustle of her changing clothes and moving some pieces of furniture around. There was a long silence. He knew she was watching him - gloating over his helplessness and thinking about what she would do to him now. He could feel his cock pressing into his stomach.

At last she came over and lifted him up by the hair, forcing him to shuffle forward on his knees. She dragged him over in front of a chair and sat down pressing her legs against him. He could feel her stockings and the warmth of her thighs against him. Still holding him by the hair she pulled his head up and kissed him on the lips. When he tried to push his tongue into her mouth she pulled his head away and pushed it down to her breast. She pulled her clothes aside and let him kiss and nibble the nipples. He desperately wanted his hands to be free to caress her as he felt the nipples harden against his lips. After a while she pushed his head down to her crotch and laughed 'Get on to it, do it well and I'll go easier on you. Possibly.'

She pulled her panties out of the way and with one hand firmly locked in his hair guided his mouth against her cunt. With his hands tied he was helpless. All he could do was press his tongue against her where she moved his head. Holding his tongue out to gently touch her clitoris as she held his head out or pushing as deep as he could into her when she forced his face in to her. Running his tongue along her labia as she moved him up and down. He could feel her tension build as she struggled to hold off her orgasm. At one point he was sure was about to climax but she pulled his head back at the last minute and let the feeling subside. 'Oh you tease, you'll suffer for that' she said as she pushed his face back in to her.

At last she came in a huge shuddering sigh and let go of his hair. 'Now I can focus' she said to him 'but don't worry I'll be having a few of those. And you might get something if you are lucky and if you please me. Now, get your head back down and spread your legs nice and wide'. He could hear her opening and closing the wardrobe then she was back locking on a collar and pulling his hands up his back to connect with it. He knew what that meant and tried to steel himself. He heard the whistle of the cane through the air but couldn't stop himself squealing when it hit him. 'Oh, dear, that won't do,' she clicked her tongue in annoyance and gagged him with a big ball gag. 'Shall we play a game?' she asked 'I'll beat you with the gag in to keep you quiet, then I'll say a number and if you think you can take that many strokes in silence, I'll take the gag out and give them to you. If you are right, you can fuck me. If not, we start a new game. How about that?' She reached in between his legs and stoked his cock, getting rougher and rougher. He wriggled around not sure if he wanted to get away or get closer and then he was desperate not to come because he knew that would cause a much worse beating. He was trying to beg her to stop through the gag and right on the edge when she let him go.

He had no time to relax, she stood up and started thrashing him hard and fast. He jerked with each stroke and was shouting into the gag. Each stroke burned into him and he was desperate for her to stop, the pain felt unbearable but he could not move away. At last she stopped and he collapsed, crying behind the blindfold. She came and sat in the chair in front of him, pulling his head up and waited for him to stop gasping. She took out the gag. And watched him without saying anything then pulled his face into her cunt. He licked as carefully as he could, knowing he had to please her and she came quickly. 'God, I like to make you cry' she said and then '36?' He felt a real fear take hold 'Oh, god no' he said, I couldn't stand it, no, please - 12, 24 but I couldn't do 36' the first words he had spoken since he arrived. 'Fair enough' she said and buckled the gag back on 'head down, nice and wide' and the beating started again. This time some of the strokes fell across his thighs and hurt more than he believed possible. He knew that if this carried on he would not be able to take any strokes in silence. At last she stopped again. '24?' she said and he nodded, knowing it was nearly impossible as she took out the gag.

The first stroke was terrible. His whole body jerked in the effort not to cry out and his hands pulled down so hard his collar cut into his neck. 'Mmm' she said thoughtfully as he tried to get his hands back down. She thought for a while then untied him, laid him down on the bed and retied him spread eagled face down. She had beaten him like this before and he knew he could manage it better. He pressed his face into the sheets and concentrated on the number 23. The second stroke burned into him but she had tied him tight enough that he couldn't really buck against it and he just pressed his face harder into the sheets and moaned. 'Shh' she murmured almost lovingly as she waited for him to be still before striking again. She beat him slowly, methodically - waiting for him to be still and his moans to stop after each stroke. He lay there, concentrating on the number of strokes left, tensing his body as tight as he could against his bonds, completely focussed on the burning pain and the need to keep quiet. One stroke caught him across his thighs and he only half managed to stifle a scream against the sheets. She stayed silent and ran the cane across his back as his shoulders shook then when he was quiet started in again.

At last it was over. He was shaking with sobs and tears leaked from under his blindfold. She untied him and he simply lay there shaking. She turned him over gently and kneeling over him kissed him on the lips. She reached for his cock and suddenly it was hard again, if felt tight enough to burst as she kneeled over him and guided it into her cunt. After all the pain it was as though he had never felt anything so smooth, so welcoming as he thrust into her. Almost immediately she was coming and he couldn't hold on and came in a huge shuddering orgasm with her as she kissed him. She sat back on his cock and he collapsed back on to the bed, his arse on fire and his chest bursting with love and satisfied desire for her.

She lay down beside him and they held each other in their arms and slept.

Much later he woke. He was still blindfolded. She was pulling him out of the bed. His hands were tied again, in front of him now, and she was guiding him to the foot of the bed. He could feel that she had put on a nightgown as she pushed him down on to the carpet and kissed him again and locked his ankles together. “Sleep well” she said and left him lying on the floor at the foot of the bed where he belonged while she got back between the sheets and went to sleep.

--oooOOOooo--

He had been kneeling at the foot of the bed for an hour, maybe two, lost in his thoughts of the night before when he heard a key in the door and his heart leapt at her return. But it wasn't her. He heard two women come in, pushing a trolley and speaking quietly in French. For a moment he wondered wildly what he should do. But gagged, blindfolded and bound as he was there was nothing he could do. Anyway, he soon guessed that they were expecting him to be there, or at least were used to the strange habits of their guests, as they went quietly about making up the room. He waited with no idea what would happen next. Would they just clean around him and go?

But no. One of them came over and said in strongly accented English 'Now for this'. The other maid came over and they untied his feet and helped him up. After crouching for so long he was stiff and slow. They took him to the shower and tied his hands to a support rail. Then they took off his blindfold. They were dressed in the discrete grey uniforms of the hotel with big plastic aprons over them. One held a big scrubbing brush and the other reached up and took down the shower hand piece. Watching them he felt his cock go hard. There was an irritated sigh and one of them spoke: 'Oh, monsieur, if it going to be like that then we will have to lock you up'. She went back to the bedroom and returned with a shiny metal cock cage and locking ring. By now his cock was rock hard and huge and he knew they would never get it on to him. He didn't wonder what they would do for long. One of them reached past him and turned the shower on. A hard jet of freezing water hit him, almost knocking the breath out of him. They pulled down the hand piece and started washing him with the ice cold water. His cock shrank almost instantly and they tucked his cock into the cage, locking the ring behind his testicles.

Once his cock was locked up they let the water warm up and began soaping him and playing the stream of water all over him. One of them reached up and washed his hair while the other soaped around his cock and arse. The warm water felt hot against the welts from last night and he flinched when she touched him. Soon he was hard again and his cock strained against the cage so hard it hurt. Now both maids were lathering their hands and soaping his stomach, arse and testicles. He was writhing around in the shower trying to get his trapped dick away from them and they were soaping him and beginning to giggle. At last they stopped and rinsed him down, got him out and dried him off roughly, making him flinch again as they dried his beaten arse. They led him back to the bed and made him kneel next to it. One of them locked his collar around his neck and chained it to the head of the bed. When they left he saw that they had left a plate of dried bread and a glass of water on the bedside table. He guessed that this was breakfast and remembering that he hadn't eaten since the flight and feeling tremendously hungry he sat on the bed and at the lot. In the end it turned out to be lunch as well.

He was asleep on the bed when she came back in. He was suddenly jerked awake by her pulling hard on the chain and hissing in his ear 'You. Who said you could lie on the bed? What a mess - get off it and kneel there while I straighten it'. He knelt at the foot of the bed as quickly as possible.

This was the first time he had been able to look at her since the evening before. She was wearing a black smock that came down to mid thigh, black stockings and expensive looking riding boots. She looked somehow demure and dangerous. And angry. 'Look at that, your fucking cock has dribbled all over the bedspread. You've just been getting far too comfortable'.

She went to one of the bags she had put down and pulled out a leather harness and told him to put it on. While he was buckling it up she went and got a stainless steel butt plug. She came back, clipped his wrist cuffs to the harness and unbuckled and tightened the straps as much as she could so that the straps cut in to him. The harness had a cock ring but she unclipped it and clipped the front strap to the locking ring of his cage and another strap from the ring up to the back of the harness. She pulled that one tight as well and the strap went deep between his buttocks. 'Lie down' she said pointing to the floor and then locked his wrists and ankles in a tight hog-tie. The straps of the harness bit into him and the cock cage, especially now he was hard again, cut into his pubis. He tried arching up to take some weight off it but knew that he wouldn't be able to hold the position for long before his arms and legs tired. She watched him wriggling as she lubricated the plug then knelt behind him and forced it in to him. It was big and hurt as it opened him up but once in it just felt cold and hard and heavy. She pulled the strap of the harness over the end of the plug to hold it in and patted him almost gently on the buttocks. 'That's better; you can stay there while I think about what to wear.'

She went and had a bath. He could hear her splashing a little then a long silence as she just luxuriated in the warmth. His discomfort was growing steadily. No position was comfortable for long and the ache from the tightness of the straps grew and grew. At last he heard her get out of the bath and dry herself. She came back into the room completely naked and began to look through the bags she had bought back with her, ignoring him completely. He watched her long legs tighten and her small but surprisingly heavy breasts swing out as she bent over to look in the bags on the bed. She was absent mindedly rubbing herself between her thighs as she thought and despite his discomfort he began to get hard again.

Eventually she opened a packet of stockings and came over to sit on the bed near him to pull them on. They stopped quite high up the thigh and had lace tops with elastic to hold them up. They were black, slightly more sheer than normal but otherwise very like what she usually wore. She went back to her shopping and pulled out a long flat box and carefully unwrapped the tissue paper from the contents. It was a black silk bodysuit. She held it up in front of herself in the mirror and then stepping gracefully put it on. The legs were not particularly high cut but made her legs look longer and it was very tight and slightly shiny. She zipped it up over her breasts and looked over to see him staring. She turned and said 'Look' and reached through her legs to show him the double zip that started so she could open up her backside and pussy without undoing the front zip. She reached inside and started fondling herself properly. 'Very convenient, don't you think?' Now he was rock hard. She turned back to her bags. She took a pair of shoes from a box and looked at them for a while before putting them down and taking out another. These she slipped on. They were a pair of expensive looking black court shoes, not particularly high but beautifully made.

She went to the wardrobe and reached inside for a long black velvet cape lined with scarlet silk. The cape fell below her knees, concealing what she wore beneath and what she held in her hand. As she approached him from behind he heard the sound of a metal chain and froze in fear, but it was only the lead she sometimes used and she clipped it quickly to his collar, which was designed to give him a sharp zap if he made any sudden cries or shouts. Next she slipped a black mask over his head which covered his face from forehead to nose, but with eyeholes so he could see. She fixed this firmly in place and then bent forward to stroke him and kiss him softly on the face. 'Get up, we're going out,' she said. He stood quickly and a little unsteadily, his mind reeling at the idea of being exposed in public restrained by his harness and on a leash. To be truthful, it made him hard to think of himself as the prisoner of this woman, but the metal cock cage bit cruelly into his skin and he willed himself to focus on getting through whatever ordeal was to come.

At the door she wrapped a plain black cloak about his shoulders and with a firm tug on the lead pulled him out into the hotel corridor, along to the elevator, through the lobby and outside into the back seat of a waiting taxi. It was dark but he recognised the same African driver who had delivered him from the airport. Getting in alongside him in the car, she leaned forward and murmured something to the driver before sitting back and putting one of her hands between his legs, rubbing the skin that was becoming tender from the heaviness of the metal cage and stroking the insides of his thighs. He tried not to squirm. “We're going to meet some friends of mine so I want you to be on your best behaviour,” she said. He noticed a small black bag and riding crop slung over her other wrist and the plug suddenly felt very cold and heavy inside him.

The car sped through the night and he had no idea where they were headed. At times he almost felt he was falling asleep only to be jerked awake by a sudden turn. She paid no attention to him at all, seemingly lost in private thought. After what felt like as considerable time they stopped outside a large building with an imposing façade. “Get out,” she ordered and he moved as quickly as he could to stand beside the car door and help her to her feet. Wrapping the lead around her hand, he was drawn closer to her as she led him up a short flight of steps to the door, which she tapped lightly with her riding crop. The door swung open and a tall man in formal dress was there, smiling at the woman. “Welcome back to the Library, Mistress, we've been looking forward to seeing you and your little guest,” the man said, inclining his head slightly towards her cloaked and harnessed companion.

She stepped through the door, giving his chain another sharp tug. The tall man removed her cape and kissed her outstretched hand, glancing appreciatively at her body as he bent slightly to do so. She smiled warmly at him and agreed it had been too long since her last visit, but she was not in any hurry tonight. A small expressionless servant appeared to remove his cloak and he was left standing next to her, dressed only in his harness. “Come on then,” she said, and pulled him into a large but dimly lit room with marble floors and chandeliers and a large St Stephens cross at one end. At once a small crowd gathered around her, one passing her a glass of champagne, somebody else kissing and embracing her. He looked around the room and saw a big fireplace and several long couches and chairs pushed against the walls in which people lay or sat in various states of undress. Some were caressing and kissing each other, others were kneeling on the hard floor, busily following orders. In the dim light it was impossible to tell the gender of most people in the room, but the voices told him there was a mix of persuasions present.

He felt several hands squeezing his cheeks and pinching him. “What have you got here?” a woman's voice asked, as he felt rough hands pulling on his harness and trying to get a feel of his balls, which were tightly locked away.

“I thought we'd have some fun tonight and see just how much this one can endure,” his Mistress said. “Get him up in position,” she ordered, and at once two short but strong servants appeared on either side of him and marched him over to the cross, pulling his arms and feet out to lock them into the cuffs on the end of thick metal chains. He faced inwards, his arse, back and thighs exposed to the room.

She was close beside him now and whispering in his ear “Let's see how rough you really like it. I'm going to use all my toys on you and I don't care how loud you scream.” As she spoke her hands moved over his body, stroking him tenderly and soothingly. She pinched his nipples, removed his collar and unlocked his cock cage, reaching around to feel his cock which was again instantly hard and straining against her fingers. “I knew it,” she said crossly. “Your naughty cock has left a sticky patch on my hand! I'll fix you for that!”

Stepping back she gave a terse order to one of the waiting group “paddle!” which after a second was slapping his arse with even, heavy strokes. The skin on each cheek burned and he tried not to hyperventilate, waiting for her to stop. He lost count of the number of times the paddle hit him and tears had begun to roll down his cheeks. Then she stopped. There was some excited applause and murmuring behind him.

He heard her draw a deep breath and say “give me the crop”. Now he was afraid, but as the leather rod bit into his back and thighs he writhed about, straining against the cuffs from side to side and crying out for her to stop. The pain was amazing and he was almost fainting when again she stopped and stepped up to his ear. “You are really doing very well. Just a bit more now and if you can take it I will let you lick my cunt for as long as you like,” she said as she gave his balls a tender squeeze in one hand and touched his face to wipe away the tears.

The next order was for the cane. The blows rained down hard and he knew his skin was broken in places now. He felt sweat and possibly blood running down his back and legs. Exhausted with trying to avoid her strikes and from crying he knew he couldn't take much more.

Then he heard her say “turn him over” and the two servants unlocked his arms and feet, turned him round to face the room and fixed him in place again. She came close to him, kissing him on the mouth. It was almost relaxing to feel her against him and smell her familiar perfume. “Just a little bit more. Can you take it? Then we can go home and I want you to fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. He looked her in the eye and willed himself to get through whatever else she had in store for him.

Stepping back she held out her hand and one of the figures in the crowd handed her a whip with small knots tied into the end of each strand. She stood in front of him, contemplating his exposed body with a small smile upon her face. The whip made an impressive noise as it flew towards him, hitting him on the inner thighs and stinging him on the balls. This pain was like fire and he worried about how much more he could take before collapsing. Nobody had ever hit him so hard or for so long, and still she appeared only mildly breathless, more with excitement than exertion. Sweat and tears ran down his face as the audience stood transfixed by the spectacle.

At last she stopped. “Enough for tonight,” she said, handing the whip to one of the small servants waiting in the shadows. Another quickly appeared to unbuckle his hands and feet and help him from the cross. His legs were weak and he leaned heavily on the servant as he was led to a nearby couch where he lay on his side as his hands were cuffed together and his cock cage roughly locked up again.

She bent over the couch, stroking his hair and offering him a sip of her wine. “Well done, I think it's time I took you home,” she said quietly as she clipped the metal chain back into his collar and held out a hand to help him to his feet.

The same driver was waiting for them as they left the big house. He no longer cared that he was naked except for his cuffs and cage, covered with the marks of his beating. The driver held the door for her and as she sat down she said “Help in here, it's a long trip and I'll need something to do.” The driver took him by the arm and hair and pushed him into the rear foot well of the car. She lifted her leg over and pulled his face into her pussy, pulling her cloak over them both so he was held in a tiny warm space of red satin, stockings and her flesh. As they drove off she unzipped the crotch of her suit and holding him by the hair had him lick her gently. She kept him there for the whole journey bringing herself close to orgasm several times but pulling his face away just before she came. The trip was timeless, he felt he had been in that warm space, cramped and with his back and legs aching from the beating. He felt the cloak brushing his wounds and sting despite its smooth lining. He just concentrated on putting his tongue exactly where she wanted it,, feeling the warmth of her thighs and the taste of her pussy. He could feel the roughness of the lace of her stockings against his face as her legs tensed just as she pulled his face away from her.

At last it was over. They pulled up outside the hotel, even at this time the lobby was brightly lit and had people sitting around the bar. The doorman came down to open the car door. As she got out she pulled her cloak around her and calmly handed the doorman the chain of his lead as if he were a dog. The driver helped him to his feet and the doorman, nonplussed for a moment, took the chain and followed her towards the lift. He was beyond caring that silence fell as he crossed the lobby and the receptionists stared. She took the chain from the doorman as the lift opened and thanked him.

As soon as they got to the room she took off her cloak and then quickly all her clothes. She unlocked his hands and took off his collar. She felt for his cock, hardening is its cage, and unlocked it, just letting the cage fall to the ground. Her hands touching him now felt so soft compared to when she had been torturing him earlier. She went down on her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth, sucking him gently until he was rock hard. She stood up and led him to the bed saying 'Fuck me, just fuck me...I want to feel you come deep inside me' and pulled him down on top of her. He entered her immediately and she moaned and wrapped her legs around his back. Her cunt felt magical wrapped around his cock - he knew it would only be seconds before he climaxed but after a few thrusts she was coming in a rush and he let himself go. His orgasm swept him away completely after all that he had been through. She held him and stroked his hair as his shuddering subsided and his breath came back. At last she rolled him over and snuggled into his arms. He lay there holding her and breathing deeply, feeling her warmth and beginning to feel the ache in his back and arse again. “Thank you” he said feeling exhaustion pull him down. “Shh,” she said, “Thank you - you were fabulous. Rest now, we can sleep in and tomorrow...museums and a dinner to remember.” They slept in each other's arms.

Paul A. Jones

Restraint

by

Paul Jones

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