I keep changing hairstyles and health clubs and stockbrokers, but I’m quite set in my ways sexually. Besides the man I date the rest of the week, I see a special friend for S&M on Friday evenings. When I hang up the phone after checking in each Wednesday, my hands are trembling with excitement and my pussy is sending waves of pleasure throbbing outward, all the way to my fingers and toes. I wonder how I’ll make it to Friday.

So last Friday I took the afternoon off, stopping at Victoria’s Secret to pick up another garter belt and stockings with seams, as ordered. At home I took a hot bath, adding a dollop of scented oil to the steaming water. I shaved carefully and trimmed my dark pubic bush into a neat triangle, almost heart shaped. I dabbed a drop of perfume behind my ears, another in my cleavage, and again on the insides of my thighs. I slipped into a silk blouse, leaving it unbuttoned Just enough to expose a hint of décolletage. As I am not permitted to wear a bra, the luxurious fabric teased my nipples. A flowing skirt completed my outfit.

I paused to admire myself in the full-length mirror before I left. The woman I saw before me was not the lady executive who had gone to the office that morning, but, rather, a softened female creature exuding an aura of sensuality. I liked the change. Every week I like change.

“Vivian.” I heard his commanding voice as I stepped inside the lounge. My master sat in a corner booth, and I quickly took in his handsome face as I sat down across from him at the small table. “You look lovely,” he said, but I felt too shy to look at him past the monogram on his shirt cuff. His voice reminded me again that I would do anything for this man.

It took us only a few minutes to finish the bottle of champagne which had been waiting. We left the bar and drove to his place, with me floating on a cloud of champagne bubbles. In his car, Master ordered me to raise my skirt, so that my bare thighs rested on the leather seat. The feel of the gartered stockings was the first of an intoxicating array of strange sensations which highlight my Friday evenings.

As soon as the door was closed, I felt his presence behind me, and then the smooth texture of a blindfold encircled my head. At his command, I removed my skirt and blouse and stood naked but for the blindfold and my new garter belt and stockings. When Master ordered, I knelt, the deep pile of the carpet cushioning my knees. I felt him in front of me, my other senses heightened by the blindfold covering my eyes.

Master stepped closer, and I felt something brush my cheek and lips. “Open your mouth,” he said, and seconds later I was totally filled with Master’s erect cock. I was surprised by the size, and I stretched my lips to accommodate it. I was surprised again when he plunged quickly against the back of my throat, and I gagged involuntarily, pulling back and reaching up with my hands to grasp the thrusting phallus, which was now slippery with the wetness of my saliva.

“Stand up.” Master’s tone had changed from comforting to stern. I realized that he must now be seated, as his hand on my back pushed me down and over his lap. In rapid succession, three stinging blows landed on my upturned ass. At once I felt the heat of searing pain where his hand had landed. As always, the sensation was electrifying.

My entire body was awake and alive, excited signals rushing from my inflamed asscheeks to my brain and back down to my rapidly aroused cunt. I heard soft moans escaping my throat and I involuntarily ground my pubic mound against Master’s thigh, relishing the pressure against my engorged slit.

“You are rebellious tonight,” Master observed coolly.

Again and again his open palms slapped my burning cheeks. The heat of the blows melted my will to resist and inflamed my passion. I longed for the spanking to be over, and then suddenly I found myself again on my knees, my lips stretched around the purple, mushroom-shaped head of his cock.

Master placed his hands behind my head and guided my now willing mouth down around his cock, forcing my throat to open to accommodate his pressing need to penetrate me. I felt his pace increase. Time seemed to stand still as he fucked my mouth, until I realized that his hot come was spurting down my open throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to suck on his shrinking organ, until at last I collapsed in a heap on the rug at Master’s feet. I wrapped my arms around his ankles and rested my cheek against his feet.

Master reached down, took my hand and raised me to my feet. He led me, still blindfolded, into his bedroom. “Stand still,” he whispered and removed my blindfold.

The room was lit with three flickering candles, the flames reflected in a large mirror. Master lay down with his back against the headboard. He motioned for me to join him, and I quickly clambered onto the bed. I snuggled up close to him, resting my head against his warm chest, matching my breathing to his calm, even breaths.

With a surprisingly tender touch, Master stroked the side of my face, pushing a few stray strands of hair away from my cheek. At that moment I felt a bond forming between us, an emotional tie unlike any I had known before.

“Stretch yourself across my lap, my little slave girl,” he said, speaking each word deliberately. “I love the sight of you offering me your beautiful ass.”

I hastened to obey, anticipating that my still sore bottom would now receive an additional spanking but strangely eager to feel Master’s hand on my reddened flesh. To my surprise, I felt a cool sensation overcome the heat radiating from my punished ass as Master began smoothing soothing cream on my burning skin. The cool lotion eased the sting, and I almost purred as he spread it across the blazing expanse of my buttocks.

When all of the fiery welts were soothed, Master squeezed another dollop from the bottle and worked the lotion down the crack of my ass. I felt the cool white cream reach my anus. In and out I felt him work his finger as my stretched sphincter relaxed to accommodate the intrusion. Now there were two fingers, and my asshole stretched to accept them. With his other hand, Master applied a generous amount of the same lotion to his again throbbing erection. With one hand he stroked his impatient member while the other continued to pump my behind.

Master lifted me off his lap and set me on all fours. He climbed behind me and spread my cheeks wide apart. Feeling his slick cock pressed against me excited me so much that I wiggled my ass against him and heard myself saying, “Please, sir, fuck me in the ass.”

Before the words had left my mouth, the full length of his greased tool was buried all the way up my ass in one stroke. I felt him slide it slowly in and out.

“You like my cock up your ass, don’t you?” he whispered.

The surprising pulse in my pussy answered, “Oh, yes, sir.”

Harder and harder I felt his piston ram into me, banging against my inflamed cheeks with every stroke. I felt myself close to coming again.

“Please, sir, may I come?” I asked. Through the building excitement I remembered to ask his permission.

Ignoring my request, he continued to batter my behind. “Tell me what you want,” he grunted between rasping breaths.

“Come in my ass, sir.” My words were almost shouted over our growing passion. “Come in me. Oh, please, sir.”

I felt Master push one more time, deeper and harder, and then he seemed to explode, and I felt his hot come deep in my bowels.

“Oh, yes,” I screamed, pushed over the edge, my orgasmic contraction squeezing his pulsing cock and gripping it deep inside me. I shuddered from the surprising strength of the erotic wave which rolled out of my liquid core. We collapsed together on the bed, two panting bodies struggling to catch our breath.

In the afterglow of our passion, the events of the evening rolled by in review What a triumph this night had been, as many of them were. I know that I can stand tall in the business world, eyeball to eyeball with any man, but I also know that within me is a passionate slave girl ready to go down on her knees every Friday night.