Promises

When he returned, he was carrying a box with a large red ribbon. Handing it to her to open, she smiled as her fingers felt the silk of the ribbon. Opening the box, she found a beautiful red silk baby doll trimmed in lace and matching panties. She remembered he had said she wouldn't need panties this weekend, so, she was a little surprised to see them. Feeling the fabric between her fingertips, she wondered how it was going to feel next to her skin. "Thank you Sir. They are beautiful." she said as she went on her toes to reach up to kiss him.

Taking the box from her, he also took the towel off of her and laid it on the edge of the tub.

"Arms up," he directed as he slid the babydoll over her head. The fabric was silky, but sheer. "Turn around. I need to tie the ribbon in the back," he told her as she turned to give him access to the ribbon that held the back of the babydoll closed at the top. He was pleased with his selection as the length just hit the middle of her bottom. Taking the panties, he bent down and had her lift each of her feet one by one and pulled the panties up slowly as she faced away from him. The panties were the same fabric as the babydoll, but trimmed with a ruffle all the way around. They reminded him of the ruffle back panties she wears from time to time to entice him.

"Don't turn around yet," he told her as he rose to his feet and took the elastic band out of her hair, letting it down. Looking at her in the mirror while standing behind her, he loved the color of the babydoll next to her skin. It brought out the natural blush of her cheeks and later on would compliment the color of her bottom.

"Hand me the brush," he breathed into her ear. He knew it wouldn't be long now before the panties he just put on her were wet.

Reaching for the brush, his eyes never left hers in the mirror as she eventually handed the brush to him.

"Hold onto the edge of the sink," he instructed. At first she thought he was going to spank her, but he didn't. She was disappointed. However, then he started brushing her hair gently. As he worked the brush through each strand of her hair, he started talking to her, giving her a hint as to what the night had in store.

"After we are done getting you ready, we are going to put that beautiful bed to use. I'm going to enjoy tying your wrists and ankles to that bed, exposing you, having you at my mercy. You like the idea of that, don't you?" he asked as she felt the moisture between her legs grow and her breath grow short. Not giving her time to answer, he continued, "You are going to be completely at my mercy. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Sir, of course I trust you," she answered knowing in her mind that no matter what was going to happen tonight, she did trust him. She trusted him completely with no reservations to know what she needed, to know what limits he could push and to keep her safe.

"Good because tonight we're going to have a guest," he said to her as he continued brushing her hair, but still watching her in the mirror. Taking a deep breath not realizing she had stopped breathing again, she let it out very slowly. She was glad he had her hold onto the edge of the sink because her legs felt weak.

"Relax baby. Trust me. You won't be disappointed and I know you aren't going to deny me this are you?"

"No Sir," she responded quietly but decisively. She knew in her heart that she would do her best not to disappoint him no matter how hard this might be on her. She was torn, her emotions in turmoil because she wasn't sure she wanted this, but at the same time, she was more aroused than she could possibly imagine.

He continued, "He is not someone you know," putting her mind at ease. "You are to follow my instructions at ALL times throughout the night. He knows how far he is allowed to go with you, but I will be telling you what I want from you. Just as when we are together, you are not to come without my permission. Your pleasure and orgasms belong to me at all times. Do not forget that tonight," he warned her.

Happy that her hair was flowing softly over her shoulders, he stood to the side of her and kissed her cheek. Just as he did that, he took the brush and pulled it back, spanking her.

"Uggghhhhhh," she moaned. Then he spanked her nine more times with the brush over her panties, alternating where the spanks landed and watching the lower part of her bottom not covered by the panties turn pink while watching her face in the mirror.

"That was just to remind you you're mine. Remember that always," he said as he lifted her hand to his lips and guided her to the bedroom. On the bed she noticed a few other things he brought with him sitting on top of the bed. There were the wrist and ankle cuffs, the tethers and a silk blindfold. How many times was she going to lose her breath tonight? She wasn't sure, but knowing that he was going to blindfold her for at least part if not all of the night once again took the air from her as her heart raced and her pussy moistened more.

"On the bed," he directed. As she crawled on the bed, he thought to himself that he was going to remember to have her on her hands and knees on that bed many times that weekend. "Turn around and lay on your back in the middle." As she did that, he ran his hand down her leg, feeling her tremble. Catching one of her ankles in his hand, he put the cuff on and then quickly did the same with her other ankle. She was still free to move her legs until he used the tethers to keep her in place which would be shortly. Moving up to her side, he then took her wrists, taking the cuffs and placing one on each of her wrists. He then took the red silk ribbon that had wrapped her package and tied her two lower arms together and attached the tether to the cuffs, hooking it to the headboard. She looked like a delightful package waiting to be unwrapped with that ribbon. He could tell she was starting to squirm. He was going to have to tether her ankles sooner than later.

Trailing his finger over her cheek, down her neck and over her chest and naval, he avoided her pussy, instead going to the side over her hip to her ankle, where she felt him tie the tether to the cuff. Moving around to the other side of the footboard, he did the same with her other ankle. He took it all in as she tried to watch him. He stepped away from her, walking to the bathroom, to get his shirt. Walking back in the bedroom, she turned her head to watch him start buttoning his shirt down his chest. She was disappointed. She would rather be unbuttoning those buttons instead of watching him cover himself up, but obviously, she was in no position to do that now. She pouted a little. She wanted him not someone else.

As he approached the bed, she saw him check his watch. He knew it was almost time. It was almost 8 PM and their guest should be arriving soon. As he got to the side of the bed, she saw him lift the blindfold in his hands.

"Lift up your head," he told her as she lifted her neck to give him access to tie the blindfold behind her. He knew there was no chance she'd be able to see from the sides or anything with this blindfold. They had found it in a shop a few months back and it was formed to her eyes. As he tied the ribbon behind her head, he felt her body stiffen, her breath get shallow and her heart pound even faster. To satisfy his own curiosity, he took his right hand and slipped it into her panties to see how wet she was. She gasped and almost begged, "Please Sir." He quickly withdrew his hand. The moisture was spreading up to her clit and he knew she was ultra sensitive already and didn't want her to come just yet.

She sighed, a whimper of frustration, when he pulled his hand away and pulled the front of her babydoll down to cover her just as there was a knock on the door. His heart started racing at that point too. Quickly, he leaned down, kissed her one more time, and said to her, "If at any time, you need this to stop, you know the word," as she heard him start walking to the door.

She heard the door open, but didn't hear a voice. She wanted to hear a voice. She wanted to know who was at the door, but nothing. The door simply closed. Was there someone else in the room or not? She wasn't sure. If there was, she was on display to someone other than him. That thought caused her to blush, the blush going from her cheeks down her chest, and then she heard a voice, a voice she didn't recognize say, "Quite a site I must say." He sounded older than him. He had a bit of an accent she couldn't place. Her mind was running away from her trying to figure out who it could be and turning her head towards the door as if she thought she might be able to see him.

All of a sudden, she felt a hand touch her hair. She couldn't feel the hand on her skin, so, she didn't know whose hand it was, but then she heard Sir's voice, "Now, remember baby, listen to me. I'm going to be sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you at all times. Pay attention."

Her reply, "Yes Sir," was soft, almost tentative because someone else was there.

The hand that was touching her hair, left, which told her it was his. She longed for him to touch her again, comfort her, hold her, but then she felt a hand rougher than his lay flat on her chest. His touch was firm and caused her to raise her back a little because it was foreign.

"Lay back baby," she heard from the foot of the bed. He didn't lie. He was watching and would be there, that thought took her somewhere deep, somewhere that told her this was okay. Relaxing, she let her body take in all the sensations. She felt the hand that was on her chest move down over her breast, pausing a moment to pinch her nipple through the fabric. Letting out another small whimper, his hand continued down her body and over her panties, down between her legs.

"What do we have here?" he asked. She didn't say anything and then she heard his voice again from the foot of the bed.

"Our guest asked you a question, you are to respond. Remember your manners. By the way, you may call him by his name, Mark" her Sir said to her.

"Yes Sir," she replied. She was relieved. She had hoped he wouldn't make her call him Sir. She never wanted anyone else to have that title.

Then their guest asked her again as she felt him press a finger against the wet spot in her panties, "What is this?"

"My panties are wet. They were wet before you got here," she said quickly, wanting him to know that her Sir did this to her, not him. She heard him laugh a little as he pressed his finger deeper in between her folds, pushing her panties into her wetness.

"You are one wet little slut. Aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, I am a wet slut, my Sir's wet slut," she responded with a little hint of frustration in her voice.

This was going to be harder than they both thought and then her Sir once again reminded her, "Baby, If you disrespect him, you disrespect me and you know the punishment for that. Do you want a punishment in front of Mark?" he asked.

"No Sir," she answered quickly. "I'm sorry Sir. I'll be good."

"That's better."

During that exchange, Mark's hand never left her panties, In fact, he was continuing to work the fabric between her folds, getting them even more wet. Then she felt him gently tapping her pussy with his palm. She let out a small moan and began to let herself relax. He kept tapping her pussy and soon she was raising her hips a bit trying to reach his hand.

"She responds beautifully," Mark said to her Sir, talking as if she wasn't there. Sir didn't respond, but she knew he was still there.

All of a sudden she realized that there was no way their guest could take her panties off the way she was bound. She felt a sense of relief at that moment. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be more exposed to him than she already was at the time she thought. However, in reality, the panties offered her little protection. In fact, they may have heightened the sensations she was feeling because she felt the wet fabric against her and it reminded her of how aroused she truly was at that moment.

Letting his taps of her pussy lighten, she started moving her head side to side gently. She was losing herself, but then she felt him firmly pull her panties to the side, giving him access to her. Quickly she felt him slide a finger in her. Gasping and whimpering, she heard her Sir say, "That's it baby. Let him hear you. Let me hear you." That reminded her that she was doing this for him.

Having his permission, the signs and moans got a little louder as Mark slid his finger faster in and out of her pussy, taking time to spread the moisture up to her clit.

Her breathing was becoming more ragged and then suddenly she felt two fingers enter her not just one. She was full and let out a loud moan. If this was Sir's hands, she likely would have already been begging to come, but although she wasn't far, it wasn't the same. Then she felt him try to slide a a third finger inter her and she tried to squirm away. Grabbing her thigh gently, he tried to steady her, but then she heard Sir's voice again, this time directed towards Mark.

"Gentle, remember gentle. No more than two fingers. I don't want her stretched out," he said matter of factly.

Letting out another deep breath, she was once again relaxed. He knew she was always aware of how small her pussy was and only on the times where they had a lot of playtime to get her relaxed did he ever try to use more than two fingers in her or any larger toys, and he knew that tonight of all times, she wouldn't be as relaxed as needed for more than that and didn't want her hurt. Plus, her tight pussy brought him quite a bit of pleasure and he didn't want to jeopardize that especially since he planned on using her well after Mark left, but she didn't know that.

Feeling Mark's two fingers in her again starting to move rhythmically, she felt his other hand start to rub her swollen and wet clit. She started to feel her pussy walls start contracting around his fingers and she let out, "Sir, may I please come? I need to come Sir."

"No baby. Not yet," was his short response. Her body getting rigid, fighting off her orgasm, she groaned in frustration and tried to find the strength to stop from coming. However, Mark didn't let up on her at all. In fact, his fingers started moving faster almost willing her to come around them without permission. They both could tell she was fighting her release.

When Mark realized she wouldn't be coming, he removed his fingers from her pussy and used his hands to put the top of her babydoll down, releasing her breasts, exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room. Her nipples immediately started to harden, but then she felt him take each one between his thumbs as he squeezed and twisted a little, harder than she was used to or so it felt. Letting out another groan, he kept pinching and twisting. Then all of a sudden she felt his fingers leave her nipples. All too soon though they were replaced by some clamps, but she was confused because as the clamps went in place she felt a finger in the lips of her pussy.

"Oh god," was all she managed to say as Sir said to her, "Very nice baby." He needed to feel how her body was reacting, but he was quick. She wished more than anything that he'd play with her. Did she want two sets of hands on her? She liked that thought, but she was denied that pleasure this time. She heard Sir sit back down and Mark said to him, "I want to see her ass."

She felt the tethers tied to her ankles being loosened one by one and soon her legs were free.

"Uh oh," she thought to herself as the second ankle was freed and she felt Mark's hands at the side of her hips, sliding his fingers under the sides of her panties to pull them off. She knew she could resist now that her legs were free, but she knew better and lifted her bottom a bit to make it easier.

"Good girl," she heard Sir say. She smiled and felt joy fill her as she felt Mark try to flip her on her tummy.

"Hmmm...," she thought to herself, "So this is why is why he bound my arms like this," as she realized she didn't have to be released completely to be repositioned. Flipping her over, she felt Mark's hands start massaging her lower back. As he massaged her lower back, he worked his way down over her bottom and then she realized the nipple clamps were still on. The pressure from the mattress now made the clamps feel as if they got tighter, but she knew that was just her mind.

As his hands worked her bottom, she started to move her thighs together trying to get some relief between her legs. Noticing what she was doing, she heard the voice from the footboard again order her, "Keep them apart baby. I want to see how well your pussy is responding to his touches." That statement got her even more wet. Was being with someone else arousing her? Was it the fact that Sir was watching her exciting her more exciting or was it just because she was doing it for him that she was so aroused? There was no doubt what the answer was in her mind.

As one of Mark's hands continued to rub her bottom, his other hand slipped between her legs once again, entering her from behind. "Uggghhhhh," she moaned. "Up on your knees," Mark told her. She struggled a bit with her hands tied, but managed to get up on her knees, displaying her bottom. His finger never left her pussy as she got in position. How she loved being entered from behind. It felt like everything was deeper that way. Now that her legs were free, she was able to move herself against his finger and she did. Rolling her hips back trying to get more of her finger inside of her, she was getting greedy now. Mark was encouraging her, telling her to take his finger and how much he wished it was his cock. That made her wonder... Would he? ... As his finger moved faster, she heard him moisten his other hand with his mouth and then placed his moistened finger at the entrance of her ass. He was going to fill both holes. "Did he know how hot this made her?" she questioned herself. Again, she started losing herself in the moment, and she heard Sir ask her, "Do you want to come baby? Do you need to come?"

"Yes Sir, Please Sir, I need to come, Please let me come...." she begged.

"No baby. You are not to come. In fact, because your pleasure belongs to me, you will only come for me," he told her as Mark's fingers started moving quicker in and out each of her holes.

"UUUUUGGGHHHHHHHH," she screamed as the frustration and tension grew between her legs and Mark removed the finger from her bottom, using that hand to spank her. "Uggghhhhhh," she let out again. She had no idea how she wasn't going to come. Her pussy was quivering around Mark's fingers, but she would fight it. When she didn't think she could fight it anymore, both of Mark's hands left her body.

Hearing the familiar sound of a zipper being undone, she had to stop herself from using her word. She got tense as she felt him push her over by her hips, flipping her over again so that she was on her back. He cupped her pussy, using his palm to press against her clit while at the same time entering her with his finger again. Despite being scared, her body responded and her hips began moving against his hand.

"That's it baby," Sir said to her, "Feel it. Feel your body. It is hungry baby."

"Uggghhh...Please Sir, please, I need to come."

"No baby. No." he ordered her. Groaning louder, she felt the weight of someone getting on the bed. She knew at that moment that if she was going to feel a cock in her pussy, no matter whose it was, that she would come. She couldn't. She didn't want to get in trouble because she knew he'd make her pay for that later.

She felt the weight on the bed shift up, closer to her chest and then she could sense that he was kneeling over her. She knew it had to be Mark as she had just heard Sir's voice from the foot of the bed. She could feel the fabric of his pants next to her shoulders. She was surprised that he was still dressed, but that turned her on even more. She loved being used while her Sir was still dressed and Sir knew it.