The Surprise by Sharon Sullivan
CHAPTER I
The package was delivered shortly after lunch. My co-workers were eager to know its contents, but I chose to open it in the seclusion of my office - a choice I was grateful for once it had been unwrapped! Inside the box were two items - one a white silk garment that resembled a very brief roman toga, the other a slender bamboo cane wrapped with a blue ribbon. I gazed at them for a few moments, then noticed the corner of a slip of paper protruding from the packing. It said:
- "You are to leave work wearing only this garment under your coat, along with your stockings and heels. You are to be at the corner of Main and Broadway promptly at 5:30 p.m., where you will be picked up by a Yellow Cab. You will be blindfolded by the driver, as your destination is to be unknown until such time as I choose to reveal it to you. Bring the cane - it will be a part of the evening's activities. See you tonight, slave!"
I could feel my heart pounding wildly, even as I was aware of the wetness between my legs. Though the note was unsigned, it was easy to determine that it had been written by my Master. His ability to surprise me, to dominate me, to control me, was a constant source of joy and pleasure, but this method was new and would probably be unusually exciting as well!
The remainder of the afternoon was lost. I was unable to concentrate on work for wondering what was in store for me this night. And when 5:00 finally came, I slipped quietly into the lady's room unnoticed to dress myself as instructed. I had worn a white garter belt with stockings this day and no panties and decided my Master would be very pleased with my appearance in the beautiful garment he had provided for me. I wondered - should I take the cane in the box it had come in or leave the box - and my clothes - behind? At the last minute, I decided to leave everything in my office, carrying only the cane wrapped in ribbon - a daring gesture, but exciting nonetheless!
Luckily I met no one I knew as I left the building, though I received several curious glances from men on the street - and even a few apparently envious women! I walked the few short blocks to the designated corner, glanced at my watch, it was still 10 minutes til I was to be picked up - and found a place to wait out of the way of the pedestrian traffic.
Promptly at 5:30, a Yellow Cab pulled up to the curb in front of me. As I walked over to it, the door to the back seat was opened, and I was immediately struck by its interior. This was either a very new cab, or another type of vehicle altogether. The seats were covered in expensive black leather, the fixtures were of gleaming chrome, the driver was dressed in formal attire, and there was beautiful soft music playing on a very nice stereo system. It was warm inside, and as the door shut, I noticed the windows were heavily tinted, restricting the view from the outside world. "Remove your coat, Miss", the driver said to me. The leather felt cool, yet very erotic, against the exposed skin of my upper thighs and buttocks. My coat was taken from me, and I was instructed to lean forward. The driver tied a leather blindfold over my eyes, then said "You are not to remove this during our drive. Do not worry - you are safe here. Your Master wishes the site of the evening to be a surprise." I was also told to hold the cane across my lap, contemplating how it would feel if it were striking my thighs rather than lying across them - a statement which surprised me, yet sent tingles of excitement coursing through my body.
I am unsure how long we drove. The music, the comfortable seat, the warmth soothed me somewhat, but my curiosity, mixed with my fear of events to come kept me on edge. I considered reaching down to stroke my pussy with my fingertips - I was becoming more and more excited. Surely I could do it in a way that would be unnoticed by my driver! I slowly inched my hand between my legs, parting my thighs just slightly to allow two fingers to surround my clit. The sensation was immediate, intense, and so strong - I stroked gently, rolling, exciting myself, being careful not to make even a tiny sound, attempting to monitor my breathing, but soon becoming lost in the feeling of my approaching orgasm. And then I could feel it - my body singing, every nerve alive, the very special feelings that only come when I pleasure myself. When it was over, I could not help but sink back, my head resting on the seat, basking in the glow of satisfaction.
The car slowed, then stopped, and the motor was turned off. I heard the driver get out, then come around to open the door beside me. My blindfold was removed and the cane was taken from me. "Extend your hands in front of you, palms up", the driver said. I looked at him, confused, but complied with his instruction. He brought the cane down hard, once across each palm - I could not help but cry out sharply, tears filling my eyes. "You were not instructed to play with yourself during the drive", he said. "This will be reported to your Master." He handed me my coat, which I put on, and I got out of the car and followed him.
We were at a hotel, one I was not familiar with. We crossed the lobby to the elevators - no other passengers were present as we entered and began to go up. I noticed the driver had pushed the button for the 7th floor. "Please - may I ask where we are?" But he appeared not to have heard me. From his pocket, the driver drew out a set of nipple clips joined by a delicate silver chain. He pushed aside my coat and my garment and snapped them firmly on my nipples. As the door to the elevator opened, he took the chain, pulled me forward, and said "Come, slave, come with me". I was mortified - what if we should meet other guests in the halls? But again I was lucky - the halls were deserted.
I hurried to follow him quickly, trying to lessen the pull of the chain as he walked. He stopped in front of an unmarked door and knocked. It was opened almost immediately by my Master, who was wearing a very sexy navy silk robe. "Here she is, sir", he said. Then, before I was allowed to enter, the driver described to him in great detail how I had played with myself during the ride. I hung my head, but my Master only smiled, stroked my cheek, and said "My hot little bitch - you just cannot wait for the pleasure I give you, can you?" He took the cane from the driver, took my hand, led me inside the room and shut the door.
CHAPTER II
Once inside, he took me in his arms and kissed me - long, hard, passionately. My body responded instantly to his embrace - "Ah, I love you like that, my slave", he said. He removed my coat and said, "Are you hungry? I have a wonderful dinner for us."
He walked over to the table in the room and sat down. I moved to sit in the other chair, but he stopped me - "Kneel beside me, with your hands at your sides", he said. He took the chain to the nipple clamps and attached it to a hook set in the corner of the table. "You will eat your dinner from my hand tonight, slave". The dinner was indeed delicious, and the experience of being fed from his hand, and drinking wine from his cup increased my excitement more than I could believe possible.
When dinner was over, he rose from the table, leaving me secured as he moved around the room. He lit candles, attended the fire in the fireplace, put a tape in the stereo. He returned to me, removed the nipple clips - the pain increasing sharply as they were removed, but soon subsiding - and again pulled me to him for a tender kiss. My mind reeled again - my body so incredibly excited, knowing I was under his complete, total and perfect control. And when I was sure I was going to cum just from the excitement of his kiss, he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me across the room to the couch. He again made me kneel in front of him as he sat down. He parted his robe, exposing his beautiful cock, and pressed my head into his lap. I needed no further encouragement to begin to lick and suck and caress him with my mouth.
He sat silently for a few minutes, apparently enjoying my attention. Then he began to speak to me as I sucked him, his words exciting me even more. He said "I know you are eager to be whipped with the gift I sent you this day, my slave and you shall be. But you must know that you are not being whipped for punishment, although you might deserve punishment, especially for your actions in the cab on the way here. No, you will be whipped only because I am your Master, and it gives me pleasure to do so. And I will whip you as long and as hard as I wish to, enjoying your cries and your pleadings for me to stop, but not using them to judge the length or the intensity of your whipping. And be assured that I know how much pleasure this gives you also, my slave." My body was on fire at his words. I knew he was very close to orgasm, and I increased my efforts to bring him to the top, but at the last second he pushed me away. This frightened me - I knew my whipping would be that much worse in his current state of extreme arousal.
He pulled me to my feet, reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out his soft leather collar. "I neglected this detail upon your arrival", he said, and placed it around my neck. To the ring set in the collar he attached a length of chain. He bound my hands in front of me with leather wrist cuffs, then attached them with a hook to the ring in the collar. Then he led me to another part of the room that I had not noticed up to this point. Two steps down from the main level - "this is my spanking bar, sweet slave", he said. It was exactly the height of my waist, and he pushed me forward over it. He attached the chain to a hook protruding from the wall in front of the bar, pulling my hips firmly against the wood. I felt a strap being placed across my waist, then my ankles were pulled apart and placed in chains attached to the floor. I was completely helpless to move at all.
He placed his hand in front of my face. "Kiss it", he instructed, and I eagerly complied, loving the feel of his palm against my lips. Then he placed the cane in front of me - "now kiss the object that will whip you, slave". I did this a little less eagerly.
He spent a few minutes caressing my back, my buttocks, my thighs, arousing me to such heights with his touch. He said "Are you ready?" "Yes, Master", I whispered. The first stroke burned across my cheeks, and I gasped in surprise. The second blow was placed below the first, and a moan escaped my lips. Again and again, he whipped me - I resolved not to beg, trying to maintain some level of composure, but that was impossible - and not what he intended at all. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and wetness was drenching my thighs from my excitement. He stopped momentarily to grasp my cunt, as if to reassure himself of my excitement, then leaned over to whisper, "it's almost over, my lovely, brave submissive. Only ten more strokes - but these will be the hardest of all." And they were. I was begging in earnest now - "Oh please, Master, no more, no more, no more", but my cries were not heeded.
And then the whipping was over. The room seemed silent, with only the sounds of the soft music left behind. Suddenly I felt him - his cock plunging into my pussy with a hard, deep thrust that felt as if it were never going to stop. He remained still for a moment - I tried to press closer to him, tried to move against him, but my bonds would not allow me to move even now. Then he began thrusting in and out, a slow rhythm that drove me wild, bringing me just to the brink of orgasm but not quite enough to actually come yet. And then I could not believe it - he withdrew his penis from inside me.
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