One way to use a leash

I drew in a slow breath, despite my need for more air. 'Only the beginning,' he had said and I wondered what else he wanted. He unwound the leash from his hand, keeping only the loop at the end on his hand. He filled my glass with water again and motioned me to climb off the bed. Unsteadily I got to my feet.
He pushed the glass of water into my hands. "Drink," he said and took a sip from his while watching me drink.
As I handed him the half full glass back he shook his head. "Drink it all, ma chèrie."
I slowly drank the rest then gave him the empty glass, which he placed back on the trolley. Next he headed towards the bathroom, giving a little tug on the leash to make me follow. Once inside he took the leash off his hand and slipped the loop over a tab on the nearby sink. Then with his back to me, he took a pee. The sound of the clattering liquid was a little annoying and when I heard the sound of his zipper, I said, "Jacques, can I go too?"
He turned and looked me over, then shook his head, "Ah, now you don't call me Jacques, ma chèrie. Mister, Master, or Maître, will do. And non, you'll have to wait a little longer."
He washed his hands, then after drying them, he took the leash of the tap. He guided me back to the bed and I was about to climb back onto it when he stopped me.

"Take off your... culottes," then seeing my puzzled expression, "your ehm... knickers? ... Ah non, panties."
As I hiked my dress up, I realized I had made a mistake with the garters for this occasion. I unbuttoned the garter's straps from my stockings, then took off my panties and placed them in his hand which he had holding out. His fingers wrapped around them, then seeing his expression, I refastened the garter straps on my stockings.
"Back on the bed, ma chèrie, just like before," he ordered.
I climbed back on the bed, knelled towards him and made sure my knees were as far apart as before. He smiled as I moved the fabric off my dress to my side, exposing my naked sex for him.
"Look down," he said as he pushed against the back of my head. I saw him pushing the loop end of the leash down the front of my dress, his other hand moved up over my belly under the dress and then tugged the leash down. He guided it between my legs then said, "put your wrists behind your back."
I felt him slip one leg of my wet panties on my wrist, then apparently twisted the rest as I felt it tightening around my wrist. He tugged on the leash, which moved over my sex, then while it was moving against my sex, I felt him tugging the other leg of my panties over my hand onto my wrist. He gently pulled my wrists away from my back and I gasped as the taut leash pressed into my folds. He let go and stepped in front of me.
"Look at me," he said, then as I looked into his eyes, he tested the leash on my chest. Apparently not quite satisfied he pushed my head down and made a little loop. He pulled the leash while increasing the loop and in effect tugged my wrists tightly against me while he knotted it.
"Look at me again," he said as he let go of the knot. I lifted my head and felt the leash tugging on the panties on my wrists and tightening into my sex. I gasped at the somewhat pleasant sensations of the soft leather against my sex. He grinned, "Good, that seems to be the way it should be. Now look down, ma chèrie." As I lowered my head, he gently pushed against my shoulders, making me bend a little. "Can you see how it is following the length of your sex?" he asked while holding my dress aside.
"Yes," I answered, "But..."
"Shhhh, no questions." He untied his tie, then climbed onto the bed behind me. He moved my hair aside and I felt him tying it to my collar. Then he tugged it, forcing me to straighten. I gasped again at the sudden tightness of the leash against my sex. "Excellent," he whispered, while slacking the tie and gently pushing my head forward. I heard the rustling of clothes behind me and felt him move over the bed. After a little while he climbed behind me, placing his bare knees alongside mine and I felt his flaccid warm cock against my fingers. I wrapped them almost instantly around it and heard him chuckle before he said, "Just hold it, nothing else, ma chèrie avide. I do admire your enthusiasm."

His hand moved onto my pubis, his fingers pointing down as he followed the leash onto my sex. He moved it aside, dragged his fingertips through my juices and I moaned soft in delight. I felt the leash being moved back, then a fingertip sliding up underneath it to my nub and stopped just below it. He tugged on the tie with his other hand, making me straighten my head and lean back. The leash tightened against me and his fingertip slipped up onto my clit. I moaned again. His fingertip didn't quite move when he pressed, then released it on my nub. He repeated this several times in a slow pace of pressing then release the pressure as much as the leash allowed. I felt my arousal building rapidly.
When the pitch of my moans changed due to the increasing pleasure spreading through me, he whispered, "Don't come, ma chèrie, unless I tell you to. Understood?" Releasing the tension on my collar, he allowed me to straighten my head.
I barely nodded and said, "Yes, Jac... ehm... mister Du Pont."
"Hmmm, try Maître," he whispered.
"Yes, Maître," I whispered.
He gave a little press on my nub and I moaned, "Better, now use oui for yes and non for no, okay, ma chèrie?"
"Oui Maître," I whisper obediently.
"Parfait!" he said, "you are indeed a diamond in the rough."
I was a little puzzled at that, how much did he know about me? "Thank you, Maître," I whispered.
He chuckled, "As for thanking, use merci and feel free to call me 'mon Maître', ma chèrie, it makes it a little more intimate."
I guessed he was waiting for me to say it correctly, so I whispered, "Merci, mon Maître." The last word came out as a moan, as he pressed firmly on my clit.

He gently pushed my head a little forward and I felt his fingers move under the leash over my sex. Two tips explored the muscles in my entrance and I moaned longingly. Slowly his fingers slipped a little further into me. Suddenly I felt a tug on my collar, pulling my head back and his fingers into me. I shuddered from the sensations.
"Hmmm, do you know how to tighten these muscles?" he asked while pressing his fingers against my pelvic muscles.
I gave a slight nod and whispered, "Oui, mon Maître."
"Excellent, then tighten them when I finish speaking and count to five before letting go."
I gripped my muscles and counted out loud, "One, two, three, four, five." Then relaxed them, shuddering with a moan.
I felt his member stiffening in my hand. "Good," he whispered and pushed my head a little forward, "Again, ma chèrie."
I tightened my muscles and counted again, "One, two." His fingers moved further into me, making me moan and quiver during the rest of the count. As I relaxed, his fingers moved back a little.
I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered, "Now I want you to count to ten, but remember, don't come."
"Oui, mon Maître," I whispered. I took a deep breath, then swallowed before I gripped my pussy and started to count, "One, two." My hips quivered as he pushed his fingers into me. "Three, four," I moaned and his fingers slipped a little deeper. "Five, six," my moans turned more longingly as hot arousal spread through me more urging and my hips quivered from both pleasure and tension. His fingers pressed a little further. "Seven, eight," I moaned quivering and the jolts of pleasure indicated that I was heading rapidly for a climax. I fought against the sensations as I counted further, "Nine." He tugged on the collar, his fingers slipped further into me and I shuddered on the edge of my climax as my fingers tightened around his hard shaft and I moaned, "Ten." I released my muscles, which caused a wave of shudders, but at least took me away a little from the edge.
I gasped for air while he whispered, "Just hold it, ma chèrie." I felt him twitch his cock in my grasp, then quickly released it.
"Sorry, mon Maître," I panted.
I felt the tension on my collar subside and moved my head back up. He whispered, "You're doing well, ma chèrie. Now it'll be a little different. You count to five and with each count I want you to tighten your muscles and release them. You understand?"
I nodded and whispered, "Oui, mon Maître."
"Good, then count," he said.
I began to count, tense my muscles on each and felt him thrust and withdraw his fingers at the same time. At three, I slowed down. I was getting very close to climaxing, my body shuddered. I felt my muscles wanting to spasm and I fought against it as I moaned, "Four." I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled while trying to stay in control over my impending climax. My eyes fluttered involuntarily as I moaned the final, "Five." His fingers thrust deep into me and held still while I was quivering, shuddering and trembling in my fight against my climax. I really wanted to give in, but I also wanted to obey and please him.
The immediate urge subsided a little as I tried to breathe in an even pace. Somehow I had remembered to breathe in through my nose and exhale through my mouth when I tried to control my breathing.
His fingers moved in me again, little thrusts at the pace of my breathing. The shudders began to increase again as I fought against the increasing arousal.
"When I say 'grip', you grip my fingers, Ma chèrie," he said and I nodded.
I barely managed to whisper, "Oui, mon Maître," between breaths.
His fingers slowed, almost remained still, then suddenly he said, "Grip!"
I tightened my muscles, jolts of pleasure shot through me. He tugged my head back, curled his fingers inside me, then ordered, "Come NOW!"
Even if he hadn't ordered it, I couldn't have stopped the intense waves that shot through me. Somewhere in the midst of the crashing waves of climatic delight, my rippling body, quivering thighs and spasming pussy, I managed to moan, "Oh, merci, mon Maître!"

He guided my body sideways onto the bed, while jolts still coursed through me. I felt him caressing my stocking clad thigh as my climax subsided. I was still in the haze of the remnants of my climax as he removed the panties from my wrists.
After my climax had subsided and opened my eyes, I saw him smiling at me. When I wanted to speak, he pressed a fingertip against my lips and I smelled my own juices on it, causing another quiver to course through me. He chuckled, then urged me to sit up.
"Come with me, ma chèrie," he said as he stood up from the bed, holding the tie without pulling it.
"Oui, mon Maître," I managed to whisper as I got off the bed with my unsteady legs.
Once inside the bathroom, he pointed at the toilet and said, "Pee." Then turned his back to me as I sat down.
I moaned, as the sudden release of the contents of my bladder sent another almost climatic wave through me. After I finished, I dabbed my sex with a wad of toilet paper, wiping wasn't an option, it would be too slippery.
After I flushed, he turned and smiled, "Another wonderful gift, ma chèrie, you exceeded my expectations."
"Merci, mon Maître," I whispered and felt my cheeks flush.
He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my shoulders, then guided me back to the bed.
"Sit down like you normally would," he said as we reached it.
I did as told and he filled a glass of water, then handed it to me. Eagerly I drank from it while watching him take a few sips himself. His cock was standing proud against his nice body. He looked better than I had expected when I saw him in his suit.
"Do you need a little bite to eat?" he asked friendly.