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Episode II: Facing the Wall
Episode II: Facing the Wall
You arrive just after work and enter the house, pausing to hang up your coat on the rack in the hallway. You find the hook with your Collar hanging from and it and remove it replacing it with your coat. You pat the dog hello and head upstairs. You take a few moments in the bathroom, and then head over to The Room. You wander around for a few moments, reading the titles of the books on the shelves, picking up a few objects from the shelves and set them back carefully. You know you have at least a half hour before He arrives. You kick off your shoes and set them under the sofa. You go over to the shelf with the black and yellow box, opening it and removing the Blindfold. You run the fabric through your hands a couple of times. You wonder what keeps bringing you back here, but really deep down inside you know.
You start to get nervous with anticipation and decide to get ready. You set the Blindfold and Collar on His chair and you strip, placing your clothes on the empty shelf. When you are completely naked, you glance at yourself in the mirror, appreciating what you see. You take a deep breath and move over to His chair. You pick up the Blindfold and Collar again and sit down in His chair, the cold wood slowly warming with the heat from your body. You buckle the Collar around your neck. Minutes pass. You think you hear a car outside so you jump up and move over into the corner, turning so your back is against the wall. You reach up and tie the Blindfold around your eyes. Your already slightly hard cock is now fully erect and throbbing. Your pulse quickens.
After a few moments, you realize that it must have been the neighbors across the street. You relax a little, running a hand down your side and pausing to scratch your left buttock. You hear another car pull in the driveway, and hear the dog getting excited downstairs. You realize this must be Him.
You hear Him enter the house, and greet the dog. You can hear Him take the dog to the back door and let him out. By now He has seen your coat and the missing Collar and He knows that you are waiting upstairs. You heart races and your cock seems harder then ever with anticipation. You can hear Him moving around downstairs. A few moments pass and you hear Him let the dog back inside.
You reach back to scratch yourself once more and just as you hear the footsteps on the stairs, you make an impulse decision and turn to face the wall, taking the time to stroke your cock a couple of times. You manage to get your hand back on the wall just as the door opens and He enters the room.
You can feel His eyes sliding over your naked form and you know when His eyes focus on your ass. He walks over and gently caresses your ass. “Good. It’s been a few weeks since I last played with your backside.” You swallow, and your cock begins to throb. You know He’s right. You wonder if your impulsive decision was the right one - the hours He spends playing with your cock are some of the fondest memories of pleasure that you have, but the three times He played with your butt were also extremely pleasurable in ways that having your cock played with could never be.
You hear Him open the door and head across to His room. You hear another door open, and something shuffle around. You think that He must be pulling out His tools for the evening. You hear Him go back downstairs, and hear ice being placed into a glass, and a liquid being added. It always amazes you how many sounds you can recognize when you have the Blindfold on. You take a moment and stroke your cock again several times. Footsteps come back up the steps and you quickly place your hand back on the wall. The door opens again, then closes.
You hear a box open and the rattle of the chains. You hear them click into place on the walls and puddle in the center of the floor. You feel His hand on your shoulder, and then you feel it on your cock as He uses it as a leash to guide you into the center of the room. He raises your arms up and out to the side, and you feel the cloth covering over the chains wrap around your wrists, first the left and then the right. Your feet are moved slightly past shoulder-width apart. Your cock is throbbing fiercely now and you start to regret taking those stokes your self, realizing that those few seconds of pleasure may cut your session short today if you cum too soon.
The door opens again and closes. You hear Him cross to His room. You can hear the sound of His shoes hitting the floor and Him undressing. You hear the faucet in the bathroom running for a few moments and the rustle of a robe that He must be putting on. The door opens again then closes.
You hear Him setting things down and moving things around. The room grows quiet for several seconds and all you can hear is the sound of your breathing, and His and you are amazed at how His breathing seems to match the pulse of blood making your cock throb. Finally you feel His hands upon your lower back. Instead of moving down like you expect, they move up to your shoulders, massaging them gently. You can feel His silk robe against your ass, and He reaches around to caress your chest, pausing to swirl the hair around your nipples. His hands slide further down your hairy chest onto your belly, then lower, slowly they move lower until you can feel His fingertips in your pubes. Just as you are certain He will stroke your cock, His hands slip to the side and begin to travel down your thighs.
You feel His breath on your back slip lower and lower until it ruffles the hair on your ass as His hands continue to caress your legs, slowly inching up from your calves, on the inside of your thighs this time. Unconsciously, you clench your ass, and shuffle your feet a bit, spreading your legs a bit further apart. Just as His hands reach the top of your thighs, almost touching the hair on your balls, they slip from contact with your body. Your cock is starting to leak now and you feel a drop of pre-cum slowly traveling down its length to your nuts. Your nipples are rock hard too, and you wish that He would reach up and touch them again, but you know that He won’t today. You faced the wall and now you have to live with that decision.
You hear Him move His chair into place behind you. “Hmm,” He murmurs. The next thing you feel is His breath on your ass again, and then His tongue as He gently reaches out and licks your left cheek, close to where the itch was earlier. You feel His tongue on your right cheek then as well. You feel His hands reach up and caress your hips and then gently rub His saliva into the skin of your cheeks. His fingertips graze your crack, and you tense, but they continue to caress and stroke your butt. His hands slide up your body again, one up past your thigh and onto your belly, the other to the small of your back. He gently encourages you to slide your feet back and bend at the waist, giving Him better access to your butt.
His hands return to their job caressing your ass and another pearl of juice dribbles out of your cock, which is now rubbing the top of its head against your belly, leaving its juicy souvenir in the hair on your stomach. His hands each cup one cheek and slowly pull them apart, revealing your hairy crack and its pink center to His view. You feel His breath on your asshole for several seconds before something wet slides against the pink folds. His tongue probes you and your body involuntarily shudders with pleasure causing more juice to flow onto your stomach. His tongue leaves you and a finger touches you just below your pucker and travels through the hair along the seam of your ass to the base of your balls, the nail creating intense feelings as it travels back towards your asshole. It slides back and forth several times and waves of pure pleasure shock through your body. You unconsciously slip your feet slightly further apart so that He has better access to all of the parts of your body back there. The stroking of His fingers along the seam is driving you into a frenzy and suddenly He stops, and you can feel the juice dribbling down your cock again as there is too much of it to stick to your belly now. His warm breath flows against the hairs on your ass and He pauses to allow you to recover your breath and calm down a little. His hands squeeze your cheeks and caress them again. You hear Him rise from the chair and hear the ice in the glass tingle. Moments pass and you hear the glass being set onto the ground and His hands, now cold from holding the glass, press against your cheeks and once again pull them apart. You push your ass back towards Him and His tongue contacts your hole once more. This time it is as cold as His hands were and you shiver with the effect of the cold and the pleasure that it is causing you. His tongue continues to probe you until it becomes warm again, and then is withdrawn.
He caresses your ass more and your dick is throbbing out of control now. Suddenly a slap rings out though the room and you feel a flash of warmth and a little pain on your left cheek as He swats it with His hand. A groan escapes your lips as you pull away from His hand. You feel one of His hands run up your belly, just above the pool of fluid that is collecting where your cock is resting on it. He holds you in place as His other hands lands on your right cheek. In all ten slaps are administered to both cheeks. They feel hot now, the spanking causing them to burn. His hand is withdrawn from your stomach. You hear the glass move again.
His ice-cold tongue makes contact with your left cheek and sends shivers through you again causing more juice to leak from your cock. The cold of his tongue on your hot flesh feels exquisite. His tongue travels over your other cheek as well and you continue to shiver and shudder.
You hear him stand up as the tongue is withdrawn from your flesh. Items are shuffled and you hear Him speak.
“That was good for a start but don’t think that I didn’t feel how warm my chair was when I sat in it. Someone was sitting where they shouldn’t have been and will need to be punished, now won’t they? How many strokes do you think that was worth?” He asks you.
You pause for a moment thinking before you reply. You know a response of too little will earn you twice the amount of strokes so you want to strike a fine balance of just the right amount. “I’m waiting,” He says. Finally you reply, “Twenty Sir.” Twenty is a safe number. After all it’s twice what He gave you with His hand.
“Good answer, but unfortunately the wait will cost you,” He answers. You hear Him move the couch around and place it in front of you. The chains are lowered and you are moved onto your hands and knees on the futon. The chains still remain around your hands and they slip through the frame of the futon and are placed on the walls again. Several pillows are placed under your chest. You lower your head and chest onto them so your ass is raised in the air. Your knees are spread further and your hole is completely exposed now. You never feel more vulnerable then when you are in this position which is probably why it has been so long since you faced the wall.
His breath whistles over your asshole, sending shivers through your body. His hands cares your ass again, and a wet finger swirls over your lips. His hand withdraws and you hear him looking for something. He pauses. And you wait. And wait.
Suddenly, finally, the paddle makes contact with your ass, landing right in the center, spread equally across both cheeks and your crack, even causing your asshole to sting a little. “One,” you say knowing that its your job to keep track of the strokes. A moment passes and another stroke lands squarely on your left cheek. “Two.” The right cheek. “Three.” Back over the center. “Four.” You continue to count as He continues to smack your ass. When He reaches twenty, you feel Him switch from the rough side to the smooth side of the paddle. He stops at forty and you hear the glass again. You begin to shiver with anticipation. Will it be His hands, or His tongue? Either way your ass is burning from the beating it just received and you anticipate the shock of the coolness on your skin.
All at once both of His hands make contact with your ass and His tongue is driven up your asshole, placing a piece of ice there. A different kind of burning passes through your body and your cock is throbbing unbearably. It feels like its ready to burst and you need to come like you never have before. Just one stroke will do it, and you try and rock your hips so it can rub against your belly, but its really the underside of it that needs the contact and the friction with your belly just seems to make it harder and tenser. His hands leave your cheeks, but His tongue is still working your asshole, making you shiver with delight and ecstasy, manipulating the ice as it melts in your ass. His fingers reach up and start stroking your seam again, this time the fingertips of His right hand actually make contact with your balls, making your cock twitch even more. Suddenly His tongue is withdrawn and you can feel his warm cock rubbing along your crack, sliding over and over your pulsating asshole. It pulls away a moment and you feel the slippery head now covered in plastic press against your ass. He slides into you and on the first stroke slips right up against that special place inside you. His hands slips under you and his cold fingers caress your cock just once. Only a few strokes and you start to shoot your load with some of the most intense contractions you have ever had. Your ass is like a vice on his cock and he shoots his load in the condom. You rest that way ‒ joined by his cock in your ass.
That orgasm was one of the most powerful you have ever experienced in your life and you realize that that was the reason you turned around at the last minute today. You also realize that it won’t be three weeks before you face the wall again. “Next time I may not even need to touch your cock at all.” He murmurs in your ear. Definitely not three weeks. There is definitely something to be said for facing the wall.