I had just met him. In a couple of hours, there I was in his room, in his bed cuffed to the bedpost, naked, blindfolded, awaiting his caress, soft kne...ding, and hard slaps.That is how much I trusted him, my Master, my savior. I knew I might never see him again. I might never experience this again with anyone else. But that night, he was my Master, and I, his slave. I was thankful for it.He stroked my writs, his fingers easing into my skin, kneading it slowly to release any tension caused by the. He placed his thumb at the opening and then massaged all around it. “Good girl. Now face me and put your head in my lap, Slut.” I did as I was told. “I can see that you are in a mood to disobey your Master. I told you to get ‘everything’ ready, but yet, I do not see your at-home collar, your leash, the riding crop I bought you last week. I also see that the bar of soap is missing, the nipple clamps and most importantly the rope I need to tie up my disobedient little slut. He grabbed my hair. I feel every squeeze of your hand as a ripple in my pussy, as another trickle of wetness. Your eye contact is unwavering, and I feel you can read every dark and dirty thought running through my head. I’m sure you can sense that my sex is already clenching in anticipation of your hard cock filling it.My body temperature continues to rise, and it feels like fire is consuming me from the inside out. Finally, your head lifts from the crook of my neck. You leave my bra as it is, cups pulled down and. Now, I knew that it would be fun to fuck her. I kissed her lips and let her extremely curly hair loose. Then I started kissing her on her neck, at the same time, I stripped her saree off. She removed her own blouse and then her petticoat. She had medium sized boobs and unshaved armpits and unshaved pussy. At this point, she was sweating heavily out of nervousness. I then kissed her in her armpits and I could smell her body, which aroused me. At this point, I climbed on top of her and started.