The Fantasy Serie: 5- The S&M Master

Sam was in her bathroom, brushing her hair and tying it in a high ponytail while she was thinking about her favourite topic: Martin. A few weeks ago he moved in with her and she couldn't be more thrilled. Every morning he would prepare breakfast for her because he didn't want her to skip a meal and she had to admit, she loved to be pampered sometimes. She heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and that very sound made her smile, Martin was home.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The person she saw was like a stranger to her, smiling and radiating with happiness. It was the first time in her life that everything was going well in all domains: her private life, her work, her health and her bank account. Everything was perfect.

And when Martin crept up from behind her, encircling her waist and kissing the back of her neck, it was even more perfect.

"I missed you," she said.

"You left work only an hour before me," he laughed into her neck. "And by the way you could have waited for me to shower."

He slid his hands under her robe to caress her stomach. She leaned back into him, moaning softly.

"You know I'm blonde, sometimes I do stupid things, I just can't help it."

He chuckled. "That's too bad. I guess I'll shower alone then."

He let go of her and began stripping under Sam's heated gaze before stepping in the stall. She couldn't take her eyes off of his naked form, dripping with water through the glass door of their shower. She was mad he turned her down like this, but a small smile played on her lips as she thought of her new costume and of the many ways she could punish him tonight. Her smile turned into a smirk when she exited the bathroom to go to the kitchen to start dinner.

They ate their meal and watched TV for a while before going to bed. Sam was wearing her PJs and Martin was in his boxers and t-shirt. They cuddled a little while chatting about their plans for the next day and then fell asleep. Well Martin fell asleep, Sam couldn't. She had a plan to accomplish.

She waited to hear the light snores of her lover that indicated her he was in a deep sleep, before getting up silently and grabbing four of his ties in the closet. Fortunately for her, Martin wouldn't hear a nuclear bomb if it exploded next to him while he slept, so she didn't worry about him waking up while she tied his arms and legs to the headboard and footboard of their bed. When she was satisfied with Martin tied up in her bed, she went into the bathroom to change.

God, this thing is tight, she thought as she slipped her black leather corset on. She let her hair loose and put on some heavy make up, from the black eye liner to crimson lipstick. She put on her boots with high fuck me heels and opened the door. She could still hear Martin snoring and shook her head, smiling. He was tied up to her bed and he was still sleeping soundly. But now wasn't the time to pity him. He turned her down and he would be punished. She grabbed her whip and turned her bedroom lights on.

She looked at him spread-eagled on the bed, not even aware of his surroundings and decided it was time he received his punishment. She approached the bed and cracked her whip on the blanket, just between his legs. The force of her stroke made him yelp.

"What the...?"

He gasped and went to bring his hand to his mouth but his arm was stuck to the headboard. He looked up and saw his hands tied up with his ties. And when he looked down, his heart rate increased as he saw Sam. Especially the way she was dressed. She paced up and down one side of the bed and gave him a full view of her outfit. She was wearing a skinny little leather skirt which was cut on the front of one of her thigh, showing the soft skin of her upper leg, a black leather corset that showed enough cleavage for Martin to salivate in anticipation, and her lower belly. And the sexiest part of her costume was her boots. God Martin loved women with high boots and heels, that was his fetish.

Sam looked at him angrily and shoved her whip again right next to Martin. He jumped, well as much as he could jump while tied up and looked at her, astonished. He couldn't believe his sweet Sam dressed up as a S&M to please him. He felt a rush of blood going from his head directly to his groin, he surely wasn't sleepy anymore. And what an awakening! Nothing had been said yet but the looks they were giving each other were enough for them to see that this was a major turn-on for both of them.

"So you thought you could turn me down and get away with it?"

Her voice was husky and it sent down shivers all over his body.

"I'm sorry I won't do it again, I swear."

She slapped her whip again forcefully. God she was almost frightening.

"I didn't give you the permission to speak!"

He opened his mouth to say something but since she started to aim her whip down again, he shut his mouth. She saw him obeying her and smiled a little.

"Good boy."

She climbed on the bed and straddled his form but didn't sit on him yet but instead pulled out a pair of scissors from her right boot and cut Martin's t-shirt and pulled the fabric apart, on the sides. She sat down on his chest which made him groan. Of course, he thought, she was going commando. He could feel her wetness on his torso and she slid down so that her centre was in contact with his hardening shaft.

"Oh God Sam!" he whimpered.

She stood up from him, so that her body wasn't touching his at all.

"What? I don't know any Sam. Call me Master or I'll have to punish you."

Martin wanted her to touch him and to feel her skin on his, to smell her sweet scent, so he gave up.

"Oh please Master..."

"Please what?"

"Untie me."

She laughed. "No way! This is your punishment."

"Touch me at least, if I can't touch you."

"I have a better idea."

She got up, went to her closet and rummaged through it and when she found what she was looking for, she went back to Martin hiding her new item behind her back. She bent over him as if she was about to kiss him but instead she blindfolded him with one of her scarves.

"Oh come on...", Martin grumbled.

"Hey no complaining! Otherwise I'll leave you tied up all night, understood?"

He nodded weakly. Now wasn't the time to test Sam's patience. He felt her step back from him and heard her heels clinking on the hard floor. Was she leaving him like that? He started to wonder but after a minute he heard her coming back and released the breath he didn't know he was holding. The moment of relief was kind of short when he felt something very cold in contact with his chest. He hissed out a breath. Sam had an ice cube between her teeth and was drawing an imaginary line on Martin's body. She climbed on him like before and bent over him to run the ice on his neck. She knew she was torturing him but this was a fair punishment for his earlier behavior. He couldn't stop bucking underneath her, whimpering and begging. It didn't take long for the ice to melt as his body was burning up with desire for her. She sat up and grabbed his shaft none too gently through his boxers. His moan reverberated through the room.

"Stop squirming or I take the whip back, and we both know you don't want that."

She took her scissors again and cut his boxers into pieces, careful not to touch his rock hard erection while Martin tried not to move. He didn't really trust her with scissors near his...manhood. He was so aroused it was painful. He needed to come right now! But when he felt Sam gently caressing his thigh and chest but avoiding his most sensitive part, he knew she would make it last long.

He wanted to beg so much, but he knew she wouldn't listen to him. So he tried something else.

"If you want to come you better hurry and impale yourself right now, or untie me because if you don't, I don't give a shit, I will come without you and even if I have to soil the sheets. And I don't care how embarassing it would be."

Sam looked at him, astonished. Her slave was rebelling! But oh god she loved when he talked dirty to her, she could feel her insides throbbing in anticipation. She was in the middle of an inner struggle. Either she could do what he wanted and ride him to oblivion but then he would have his wish granted and so much for his punishment. Or she could leave him wanting and even if he came like he said on the sheets, she could still coax him until he was ready for her again. Martin felt her hesitation and smiled inwardly, there was no way she could deny him this because she wanted to come as much as him. But he shouldn't have underestimated his girlfriend.

She took his hard shaft between her fingers and stroked him lightly, too lightly. Martin groaned, he never knew Sam could be so sadistic.

"Harder please!"

She spread the little drops of pre-cum over his head but didn't intensify the pace. Martin was so frustrated that he was tugging hard at the ties. He would have bruises tomorrow but he didn't care, he was in pain now. When Sam saw how hard he was pulling at his restraint, she was afraid he would break the headboard so she decided she had teased him enough for now. She sped up and applied more pressure on his member eliciting a satisfied moan from him.

It took only a few strokes before he came hard, spurting on her hand and his stomach. That was probably the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, as Sam continued to stroke him gently and his hips moved with her hand until he finished. She grabbed a few tissues on the nighstand and wiped his semen off his stomach and her hand while he was regaining his breath. She first untied his feet then his hands and took off the blindfold and lay beside him but when he reached for her to kiss her, she pushed him away.

"Now that I helped you get 'relaxed', you are going to do the same for me."

She sat against the headboard and spread her legs apart, giving him a full view of her mound. Martin smiled, finally he would have the opportunity to drive her insane but she saw his little smirk and warned him.

"You are going to lead me to climax, and if you even think of stopping before I get there, you'll regret it, I can assure you."

Martin gulped, he surely didn't want to see the full rage of Samantha Spade so he grabbed her ass and drew her to him. At first, he sprinkled her inner thigh with light opened-mouth kisses, making her hum with desire but when his tongue grazed her clit, she bucked against him, not prepared for the wash of sensations this brought to her body. He brought a finger and ran it through her folds, spreading her wetness and dug it into her womanhood while he bit her clit gently. That was too much for Sam who plunged her fingers in his hair and tugged hard. He moaned in pain against her and the vibration almost undid her. He knew she was close so he added another finger inside her and scraped her clit with his teeth until she quaked against him, screaming and gripping the sheet with the hand that wasn't in Martin's hair.

He looked at her with a smirk while she was recovering from her orgasm. She saw him from the corner of her eye and shook her head.

"You know I can smirk as much as you after what I did to you."

"Well you're right, you've been so naughty, you deserve a little spanking," he grinned.

She shook her head: "Remember you're the slave, you're the one who should be spanked."

He crawled up to be upon her leather-clad body and whispered while nipping at her ear.

"Allow me to be naughty before spanking me."

He began to untie the laces of her corset, discarding the garment to the floor, leaving her topless underneath him. She rolled over to straddle him.

"You're not supposed to be in charge tonight."

She bent to kiss him thoroughly, wanting to arouse herself as much as him. His hands were roaming over her ass and back while hers were kneading his chest. Soon they were both moaning loudly so Sam lowered her skirt and reached for her boots to take them off but Martin stopped her.

"Please, leave them on."

She smiled. "Do they turn you on?"

"You have no idea."

"You want me to take the whip too?" she smirked.

"I think I'll pass."

She bent over to fumble in her nighstand and grabbed her handcuffs.

"No, not again!" he whined.

"Oh no you're not complaining, that goes with the part."

She cuffed him to the bed frame again and began kissing his neck, making her way downward to kiss his chest and nipples. He groaned.

"Sam, it's 3AM, could you go to the point, please?"

"You know I've never seen a slave so rebellious. I should go to sleep and leave you like this."

"You wouldn't!"

She lowered herself on his renewed erection, squeezing him with her inner muscles. He moaned, god she was tight. But then she stilled her movements, she wouldn't fall asleep on him, but she had others ways to tease him even if it was also a torture for her. He tried to move his hips underneath hers to urge her to start moving but she stayed motionless on him.

"Sam stop playing now, I want my girlfriend back."

She sighed and began moving slowly at first but she quickly intensified her pace, wanting to come so much. She bent over since the need to kiss his lips was becoming unbearable, allowing her tongue to thrust into his mouth. Her new position made it so much more pleasurable for her since his cock was rubbing against her clit at every thrust. She moaned against his mouth.

"Oh God Martin!"

"Sam, I want to touch you!" he whined.

She quickly undid the handcuffs and his hands immediatly came to stroke her skin everywhere he could reach, her ass, her hips, her sides and her breasts. She sat up again, gasping for air as she threw her head backwards, screaming his name and clenching around him, milking him as he came with her. He grabbed her hips and sat up, lowering her hard on him as he finished emptying himself in her warm body.
They were both out of breath and spent, Sam laying on Martin waiting for their heart rates to come back to normal.

"I knew you could be a weirdo sometimes," he chuckled.

She looked at him. "You're the weirdo, with your boots fetish."

They both looked at Sam's legs, still clad in her leather boots.

"You know, it's getting hot in these things, I think I'm gonna take them off."

She got up and unzipped her boots, taking them off and climbing back on Martin. He was stroking her back in gentle circles while she pulled the sheets up over them.

"Can I sleep here?" she asked.

"Sure but I may roll over during the night."

"That's ok. So ... did you like it?" she asked sheepishly.

Martin chuckled. "I definitely will remember this one. I knew you loved dominating."

"It's not too bad every now and then."

"Just remember you owe me a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. And thank God it's Saturday, at least we can sleep in the morning," he said, looking at the clock.

Sam yawned and nodded weakly.

"Good night?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's nearly 4 in the morning and I need my beauty sleep."

He tightened his grip on her body and kissed her forehead.

"Good night Sammy."

But Sam didn't respond as she was already asleep. He smiled and joined her, thinking about how lucky he was to have her in his life.

TBC