James knows a sub when he sees one — easily sniffing out his next submissive and inviting her home to experience a world of breathtaking BDSM delights.

No matter how many times I tell my friends I don’t like the bar scene — or the type of women I usually meet in gin joints — they insist on dragging me out. I’ve endured countless “happy hours” in the name of being a good sport, always wishing I were somewhere else, perhaps a venue that catered to my interests and predilections. That’s why, when I once again agreed to another night of sharing pitchers and watching my buddies hit on the unsuspecting women of our fair city, I wasn’t prepared to meet Amelia.

She was our waitress, a petite blonde with a shy smile. Dressed in her uniform, she resembled the rest of her colleagues, although cuter. Still, no one in my group noticed her except when it came time to order another round. Amelia caught my attention right away — or rather her bracelet did — a black leather band encircling her wrist, a D-ring hanging from its buckle.

I didn’t verbally acknowledge what I’d observed because what I appreciate in the bedroom is none of my friends’ business. I couldn’t tell whether she had any idea that I’d noticed the bracelet, but she did catch on that I’d noticed her. She gave me several longing glances, and as soon as our eyes met, she’d blush sweetly and look away. There was no doubt that she was interested in me, but I waited until after last call to make my move. I scribbled my address on a napkin, along with the words “see you in an hour” and handed the note to her as I left the bar.

Then I went home and waited. I was confident she would show up, and she didn’t disappoint. My doorbell rang exactly one hour from when I’d handed her the napkin. Still dressed in her uniform, she stepped into my foyer and, without having to be told, wordlessly offered me her wrist.

I was prepared. Taking her hand, I attached the clasp of the lead I was holding to the D-ring. She smiled as it clicked into place, then I led her to my bedroom. Before things went any further, I told her she was free to leave at any time, but if she stayed and obeyed me, I’d be a fair and caring master. “Do you understand?” I asked, and demurely, eyes cast downward, she nodded her assent.

“Good,” I said and stepped closer to unbutton her blouse. Her breath caught at my touch. My cock surged at the thought of sliding into her cunt, but I tried to tamp down my enthusiasm. It was too soon; I needed to display my mastery over her before fully indulging my lust.

Her blouse now open, I unlatched the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts were small and firm, capped by rosy nipples that stiffened at my touch. When I gave each a sharp pinch, she remained silent and composed, which impressed me. Moving behind her, I pulled down her zipper and tugged her skirt over her hips until it dropped to the floor.

She wasn’t wearing stockings, and I was pleased to see that her undergarment was a thong that exposed the perfect globes of her ass. Her skin was creamy white, and I wondered what it would look like emblazoned with reddened handprints. Curious enough to find out, I drew back my arm and swung forward until my palm connected with her posterior. My hand landed with a loud smack, catching Amelia off-guard, and she was jostled slightly but quickly regained her composure. Most notable, however, was that she didn’t wince; in fact, she let out a low moan, proving that my instincts about her had been correct.

It was time to find out how subservient she could be. Moving back to face her, I told her finish undressing and then kneel in front of me. She did both without question and looked to me for her next instruction. “Unzip me,” I said. She reached up and undid my fly, bringing herself closer to my burgeoning erection, now shielded only by my boxers. “Take it out,” was my next command, and she slipped her hand into the slit in my shorts, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and pulled out my throbbing member.

The way she licked her lips told me she knew what was coming next, but like a good submissive, she waited for further instruction. Glancing down, I saw pre-come oozing from the tip of my prick, so I ordered her to lick me. She did, her wet, warm tongue feeling incredible against my cockhead. Wanting to feel more of her mouth, I told her, “Now the shaft.”

She grasped me at the root to hold me steady, and then she took leisurely swipes along my prick, leaving shiny trails of saliva. As she worked, she rested the broad side of her fist against my sac, which increased the pressure on my dick. I felt my climax rushing upon me, and fearing I would come too soon, I barked, “Mouth only!”

Not missing a beat, Amelia let go of my dick and immediately recommenced laving my shaft. Closing my eyes, I luxuriated in the sensations as her tongue rasped over my bone and periodically flicked at my crown to collect more of my pre-come. The longer she worked, the more she got into the blowjob, and after a while, she forgot my edict and gripped the base of my cock again, almost overwhelming me with further pressure against my balls.

“I said mouth only!” I pulled myself from her grasp. Looking sheepish, she apologized and asked if I would please let her try again. I told her yes, but before her lips touched my cock once more, I moved behind her and pulled back her arms. After crossing them at the wrists, I secured them tightly with the leash that still dangled from her bracelet. I took a moment to admire the way her bound hands lay against that beautiful ass before reclaiming my place in front of her.

I was also pleased with what I saw from this side. The position of her arms caused her perky breasts to jut out. Her nipples were even harder than they’d been earlier, and I gave each another pinch, eliciting small gasps from her pretty lips.

While her mouth was still slightly agape, I stepped forward and introduced my cockhead to it. When she opened her lips wider, I began feeding her my prick, and first she only sucked on the crown. Then she started swishing her tongue across the tip, which felt so incredible that my asscheeks clenched. Once again, I found myself closer to climax than I wanted, so I stopped that by pressing forward, sliding into her mouth, and making my way down her throat.

She relaxed to allow my entry, and I was amazed that she took my entire length so easily. My balls brushed against her chin in a few seconds, so I threaded my fingers through her hair and started guiding her back and forth in a slow, easy rhythm. Amelia immediately responded, tightening her lips around my shaft.

She was clearly well practiced at this. She definitely knew how to make me feel good. In addition to her tightened lips, her tongue caused spine-tingling sensations that thrilled me to my core. Her head bobbed forward and back over my erection, her lips still forming a snug seal. Every time my crown hit the back of her throat, her chin bumped my ball sac. I let the pressure build, and I was soon ready to fill Amelia’s mouth with my load.

I halted her movements, and when she glanced upward I asked, “Do you want me to come?” She nodded, so I followed with another question, “Are you going to let my load spill on the carpet?” This time, she shook her head, so I released her scalp to let her know I was ready for her to suck me to completion.

Her movements were no longer as smooth because, without either me to guide her or the use of her hands, she had trouble maintaining her balance. Still, she managed to give an impressive blowjob, keeping her tongue busy and her lips pursed around my shaft. Looking down, I watched my length moving in and out of her mouth, repeatedly disappearing and then reappearing. Her tits bounced enticingly as her body shifted back and forth.

I was soon grunting with pleasure, and Amelia increased her efforts because she could tell the end was near. A second later, when her nose was once again buried in my pubic hair, I ordered, “Stay!” and she ceased moving. However, she continued sucking my prick, and I gave her a mouthful of semen.

True to her promise, Amelia swallowed every bit of my load. I complimented her on a job well done and gave her a moment to catch her breath and collect herself. Since she had pleased me, it seemed only fair to reward her, so when her breathing returned to normal, I unbound her wrists and led her to my bed by her leash. After telling her to sit on the edge facing me, I spread her legs wide and knelt between them.

My mouth watered as I brought my face to her split. I ran my tongue up one side of her slippery inner folds and then down the other. Her entire body shook, so I kept my touch light and avoided her clit for as long as I could. In the meantime, I gorged myself on her copious juices, delighting in her flavor.

Glancing up as I ate Amelia, I saw her eyes were closed tight and she was biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to remain composed. Someone had obviously trained her well; she knew not to let go until I gave her permission to climax. To test her, I moved toward her clitoris, and though she gasped and her knees clapped against my ears, she managed to control herself — but barely.

After prying her thighs from the sides of my head, I raised my face from her cunt long enough to whisper, “It’s okay.” Then I reapplied my tongue to her sex, darting it over her outer and inner labia before heading back to her throbbing button. I flicked at her clit lightly and felt her shudder. I followed with more pressure and her ass rose up off the mattress so fast that her pussy crashed against my mouth. As I sucked at the sensitive nubbin, she thrashed around on the bed, and I grasped her legs to keep her from sliding off.

I didn’t stop licking and sucking her until she made little mewling sounds that told me she’d had enough. Then I raised my head, stood and pulled her into my arms for a long kiss. After she’d sucked all of her juices from my tongue, I detached her leash and told her to get dressed. As she did, I called her a cab, which arrived at my door not long after. Handing her money for her ride home, I told her to return to my apartment at the same time the following week, but not before removing the leather band from her wrist and putting it in my pocket. Just as she was about to step into the idling taxi, I stopped her with a caveat: “And next week… come naked.”

She returned seven days later, arriving right on time. She was wearing a knee-length raincoat and a pair of pleasingly high heels, and I assumed nothing else underneath. When I took off her coat, I discovered something troubling: a lacy thong. “I thought I told you to come naked,” I said, and a flush rose to her cheeks as she stammered something about being embarrassed. “You know what this means, right?” I asked. As she nodded, I saw a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

The leash and cuff were on the table next to me, so I fastened the leather band around her wrist and led her back to my bedroom. There, I yanked down the offending panties and tossed them aside. I maneuvered her toward the bed, but this time I didn’t have her sit; instead, I sat, and she stood in front of me.

I regarded her for a moment. She didn’t meet my eyes, staring at the floor instead. Reaching out, I palmed her tits and strummed my thumbs over her perky nipples. She stayed silent, and I was impressed by her self-control. Still, she’d earned herself a punishment by disobeying me. “You know what you did wrong?” I asked her, and she nodded without looking up. “Good,” I said as I pulled her forward, positioned her over my lap and ran my palm over her cool bottom cheeks. They wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Without warning, I delivered a resounding smack. She tensed when my hand made contact, but remained quiet. I gave her another spank, this time on the other cheek, and I could clearly see the imprints of my hands on both globes. The sight was a huge turn-on, so I landed a few slaps on her upper thighs to see them redden as well. That onslaught finally made Amelia squirm, forcing me to warn her to remain still.

I wanted to really test her mettle, so I reached into the nightstand beside me and pulled out a leather slapper. I struck it against my own palm, noting how she jumped upon hearing the sound.

I placed the slapper across her buttocks, admiring the contrast between the black leather and her now-pink flesh. She was already warmed up, so I laid into her, smacking her hard. She cried out, and I cautioned her to settle down or she’d find herself gagged. “Yes, Master,” she whispered as she braced herself for the next blow.

This one landed sharply on her ass, and I felt her body tense against my lap. That didn’t stop me from giving her another spank, and then another. As I punished Amelia, her skin rapidly changed from pink to nearly crimson. And although Amelia squirmed, she remained silent, which pleased me greatly.

Her bare pussy was flush against my thigh, and she ground against me every time the slapper landed on her butt. In doing so, she let me feel the moisture that seeped from her slit. My excitement was also climbing, and my cock throbbed mercilessly. After only a few more smacks, I was no longer able to keep my dick in my pants.

“On the bed,” I commanded, and Amelia slid off my lap onto the mattress. She leaned back on her elbows with legs spread, her dripping-wet labia peeled back and ready for me. She was a beautiful sight, but that was not how I wanted to take her. “On your hands and knees!”

As she repositioned herself, I undid my fly and shoved my pants past my erection, too impatient to take them off all the way. Amelia’s cunt lips were peeking out from between her thighs; I grasped myself by my root and lined my crown up, easily finding her opening. While I pressed forward, I heard her moan, but before I could say anything, she remembered my edict and stopped herself, leaving me no need for reprimand as I slipped the rest of the way into her chasm.

Holding her hips tightly, I began sawing in and out of her pussy, which was as hot, tight and wet as I’d expected it to be. Although Amelia held still, I knew she wasn’t an unwilling — or uninterested — participant. She squeezed me rhythmically as I fucked her, and the harder and faster I moved, the tighter and more intense her palpitations became.

Suddenly, her muscles seized around my shaft, making her pussy so tight that I practically had to force my way in. The increased stimulation felt incredible, and I knew my orgasm would be arriving shortly. I could tell that she was even closer than I was because no matter how hard she tried to contain them, guttural noises escaped from deep in her throat. At this point, I didn’t mind. I also grunted as the pressure built, and when I couldn’t wait another second, I buried my full length in Amelia’s pussy, leaned close to her ear, and whispered hoarsely, “Do it. Come for me — now!”

Her breath caught, and she gasped loudly. Her body grew taut as the muscles encircling my cock contracted, trapping me in a vise-like grip. She started quivering as I joined her in her bliss, my balls sending shot after shot of viscous cream deep into her core.

The ecstasy so overwhelmed me that it became difficult to maintain my steely demeanor, and I nuzzled the nape of her neck tenderly. That feeling outlasted my climax, so when I was finished, I pulled out my prick, and embraced her and kissed her lovingly, although I didn’t remove the leash. Then we lay on the bed like two spoons, and I held her close to me as I gave her one last kiss good-night. She was mine now, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling certain that night would be the first of many Amelia would spend in my arms — and my service.

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