"No, Master!"

There's a limit of what you are ready to reveal about yourself, and despite the growing arousal, you simply can't bring yourself to admit how stimulated you are.

"No, Master!", you say.

The look on the man in front of you turns sour. Your heart skips a beat. This was the wrong answer, you realise.

"Stupid ****!", Steve says, "You will never, and I repeat, never lie to your Master. That is one of the most serious transgressions you can commit as my ****. Never lie!"

You cower, but Steve is already on you, reaching for the front ring in your collar, and pulling you upwards. "I am sorry, but I must punish you for this, and you will learn what it means to trust your Master, to always tell him the truth, and to let go of your silly false shame and pudency!"

You stumble after him, stunned and somehow thrown from excitement into confusion. This is still a game, right? You could tell him to stop, and he would stop. Or would he? For a brief moment, you wonder what you have gotten into here, and if it was wise at all to meet this man at his house without telling anybody. What if Steve is a lunatic? A sadist? A murderer?

On the other hand, if this is, as you hope, still part of the game, isn't that what you wanted? To experience something unexpected. To be thrown into something that you cannot control, where you don't know what's next... And, you must admit: You have no clue what's next.

Steve leads you to a strange kind of furniture, some kind of padded bench, his finger still on your collar, forcing you to bend over and connecting the collar ring to a short chain at the end of the bench. You feel the soft, cold leather on your breasts and your belly, and you try to rise, but the chain is too short. Steve is quick to close some unseen restraints around your ankles and shortly later your thighs, so that you stand fixed and restrained against the bench, bent over and very helpless. The shiver of excitement rushing through your body is half arousal and half panic. You feel how a tight belt is fastened around your lower body and strapped tight, pinning you into the padded leather. Lastly, Steve guides your hands to grip some sort of handle on the bench in front of you, before closing leather restraints around your wrists. The whole situation is more than surreal, and you have not yet decided if you can even hold this position for longer. There is something quite uncomfortable hard on the lower end, pressing into your body.

"I will spank you now as punishment", says Steve.

"No, no, no, wait...!", you start, panicking. You did not sign up for this! You struggle against your restraints but find yourself not only helpless but in fact quite immobile. Arms, legs, torso... even your head is connected tight to the bench.

"... wait, I am not sure, if...!" You are interrupted by a buzzing sound and a totally unexpected sensation. What you had only identified first as "something hard" has sprung to life! It seems that your lower body and especially your nether lips are pressed against a vibrator.

"Nononono...!", you babble, as you feel how the vibrations are immediatly stimulating your clit. What is this? How is this even...? You remember experimenting with a small, cheap pocket vibrator as a young student, more out of curiosity, with the result of being rather unimpressed. This, tonight, is completely different. Is that because the device is much stronger, or because you are a few years more experienced? Or... because of your continued arousal during these last days?

Whatever the reason, your "nono" turns into a moaning "nnnnmmm!" and your struggle against the bonds becomes more of an excited wriggle.

"You will count each slapp and thank me for it, ****!", you hear Steve's voice.

What?

SMACK!

Something hard and biting has landed on your exposed butt. You scream. The vibrator continues to buzz. The mixture of sexual stimulation and pain creates a very weird flutter in your lower abdomen. Almost like an overkill of your senses.

"That was neither counting nor a thank you, ****", says Steve. "Every slap without is repeated. Your choice how long we do this!"

No, no, no, this can't be real!

SMACK!

You howl. "No, stop, please!", you shout. Did the vibrator just turn up a notch? How is it even possible that you are still feeling aroused by the buzzing and the vibrations, when you are being spanked at the same time? That's not logic. Not a single bit. Oh yes, it certainly hurts. It hurts like hell! But at the same time, it's... it's...

"You will leave tomorrow with a bruised ass if you don't start counting, ****!", says Steve. "I don't want to hurt you more than I must, but...!"

SMACK!

You whimper. "One!", you howl. "And... thank you!" Is this even real? "... Master", you add quickly. The buzzing intensifies. The vibrations as well. How strong is this thing? How much stronger can it get? If this continues, then... then you might... orgasm right here on the spot. While being spanked. How humiliating! No, no, no, you can't let that happen. Most certainly not.

SMACK!

"Two", you immediatly cry. "Thank you, Master!" You hear yourself breathing. Panting. Heavily. You are sweating. You are completely overstimulated by pleasure and pain. You feebly try to push against your restraints, but you realise at the same time that you don't want to. The pleasure is too intense. You don't want to resist. You just want to give in. To submit. Submit to the pleasure. To your place. Here. At the mercy of this man. You want to melt in his hands. Melt and... and...

BZZZZZZZZZZ!

The vibrations have intensified once more. Your eyes are rolling backwards. You feel your hip starting to spasm uncontrollably against the bench and the vibrator head. You feel your hands losing their grip. Fuck! This is not...! Fuck! You are really close to cummm...

SMACK!

"Three!", you shout, and it feels like a reflex, but as the word is leaving your mouth, you feel the orgasm engulfing you, ignited by the last slap on your flaming butt. "Eeeee-aaaaaahhhh-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!", you scream, thrashing against your restraints, throwing your head to the sides, letting the feeling rush over you. A feeling you are sure not having felt as intense and as overwhelming ever in your life.

You feel a warm hand touching you gently on your bruised butt, caressing you gently.

"Excellent, ****", says a suddenly rather soft and compassionate voice, as you plunge into darkness.