Steven is, in addition to a magnificent lover and no nonsense Dominant, a brilliant carpenter. He bult a wardrobe in our front entryway. Once side is actually for hanging coats, hats, and umbrellas, but there, always locked, is a secret door to His private place.

The room is decorated in a Victorian Gentleman’s bedchamber style. It boasts tapestries, velvet armchairs, two tables, a king sized bed. It also boasts a washstand, chamber pot, and a spanking bench, a cupboard filled with devious, amazing tools, and a small liquor cabinet.

Steven sent me a text earlier stating that he expected me to be in the room. I was to make sure the ice bucket was filled, the water bottle filled, and I should be naked and bend over the spanking bench. I had also better be clean – inside and out – shaved, and in a submissive mindset.

I was in position when I heard the front door open. To my surprise, he didn’t immediately enter the Secret Room. Instead, I waited, in place, for quite a while. Finally, he came into the room. I heard him clink some ice into a heavy bottomed glass and pour liquid into it. I so very much wanted to ask him several questions, to look at him, but I knew better. A good submissive is patient. I was, after all, a very well trained, good submissive. Instead of submitting to my instincts, I counted my breaths.

He ran a hand down my back and over my bottom. Then, he began to spank. Hard. In my head, I counted. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. When I got to Fifty, he paused. I jumped and squealed as cold water from his melting ice dripped on my scorched flesh.

“I adore the gooseflesh rising on your scarlet ass. It’s so very enticing,” he stated calmly. He ran the ice cube through my slit.

I moaned, but kept silent. He held the cube against my clit for several seconds until I was gasping.

“Go on, then. Beg.”

“Please, please let me come.”

“Oh, now, you can do better than that,” he scolded gently, moving the tiny bit of ice to my slick tunnel and pressing it inside.

“PLEASE, Stephen! I need to come. Please!” I begged, tears flowing down my face and my body trembling.

“Very well.”

I exploded, shouting my pleasure as earthquakes erupted throughout my body. So engrossed was I in my own pleasure, that I didn’t hear him step out of his trousers, if he had been wearing any at all! Suddenly, his cock was pounding into me, his fingers digging into my hips.

“You’re such a beautiful slut,” he grunted. “So. Very. Beautiful!”

He shot his hot cum deep inside of me. I came again, pleased that he had found his pleasure so quickly.

He stepped back and helped me to stand. He handed me his glass – water. I took a long gulp, grateful to replenish some of the moisture my body had lost.

“Well done. Now, go put pillows on the bed. I want you on that, ass in the air.”

I nodded and, still in a post come daze, did as he said.

“Spread your legs.”

I spread them. I heard him rummaging about then felt a cold gel being pushed inside my ass. I jumped and, instinctively, reached back.

His reaction was quick. He grabbed my hand and placed it back close to the corner of the bed. He wrapped the silk rope around my wrist, the other end tied to the headboard. He did the same with the other then tied my ankles to the foot posts.

“I’m not tying your wrists because I’m going to be leaving you here for a time. However,” he warned while he spread my cheeks and pressed the first small ball into my lubed anus, “I’ve wrapped the cord three times around each.” He continued to press the balls inward. “Unless there is an emergency, I expect you to be exactly as I leave you when I return.”

I moaned. He finally pressed the last and largest ball into my filled anus. He slapped my ass once more and said, “Remember. EXACTLY like this. My cum dripping from your puss, all ten balls inside of you, and the cords just like this. Of course, if there is an emergency, you can easily free yourself. The safety scissors are on the bedside table. I have a meeting with a client. If he or I hear the slightest sound from you, your skin will be belt kissed.”

He shifted my hair and kissed my neck. I heard the door to our Secret Room close and lock. I heard the doorbell, male voices, and the clock beside me ticking. I felt his cum slowly drip down my slit and settle on my clit before soaking into the pillow, leaving a lovely and frustrating wet spot. My nose itched. The skin of my spanked ass tingled. The balls in my anus felt massive and invasive. Again, I heard male voices.

Finally, I heard the door unlock and open.

“Well done,” he said. I heard the sounds of him undressing. “Unfortunately, you’re still going to be punished, although not severely.”

“May I as why?”

“Absolutely. Because the image of you lying there distracted me so greatly during my meeting that I had difficulty concentrating. I think four belt kisses should do it, don’t you?”

I gulped and sighed. Yes, the belt would hurt, but I can’t deny that I love his belt.

“Yes, Stephen. That will do nicely.”

He chuckled then whipped his belt across my raised bottom. I shrieked and felt myself grow wet.

“And when I’m finished, I’m going to make love to you. Slowly.” Another kiss of his belt.

“You will come. And each time you do, I’ll pull out one of those balls.” Another kiss.

“And when the final one is out, I’m going to pull out of you and spray my cum all over that beautifully marked ass.”

The final kiss.

I screamed again. This time, I screamed “YES!” just as his cock plunged inside of my dripping pussy and I came for the first of ten times.