Treat? For whom? “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you ready?”
“I don’t know, Sir,” she said. “Will it hurt?”
He smiled. “Stand up,” he said, moving a leather ottoman to the center of the room. “Hands flat on the seat, legs spread,” he said while retrieving the plug and the lubricant.
She watched him for a moment, then stood in front of the ottoman.
“Down,” he said.
She glanced at him from over her shoulder before taking her legs wide and bending forward to place her hands on the seat. She lifted her ass just so.
“Lovely,” he said. “I can watch you like this all day. Maybe I will.” He moved behind her and she turned back to find him spreading lubricant onto his fingers. “Down onto your elbows, Emma.”
She groaned but did as he said, knowing how this posture would expose her even more than she already was. One large hand settled over her left buttock and spread it away from the right. She blushed red, but the sensation of him spreading the stuff over her anus soon overpowered that.
Her pussy was soaked through within moments and she closed her eyes. He was patient and seemed to enjoy his work as he pressed against the hole, then circled more lubricant around it, trying again and again until it gave way and his finger slid into her. She moaned, wanting desperately for him to touch her clit and make her come.
When his second finger joined the first, her hips found rhythm with his movements until she was on the very precipice of orgasm.
“Please,” she begged.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, pulling his fingers out altogether and leaving her totally empty and unsatisfied.
She turned to see him greasing the plug, which was about two inches long and an inch in diameter. Although not large, it was still bigger than his fingers had been.
“Don’t look so scared just yet. It isn’t anywhere near the size of my cock,” he said, reading her expression. He brought the tip to her anus and began to play the smooth toy over her ready opening. To her surprise, it slid in easily, stretching her to a point of constant awareness of that part of her body.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’m going to wash my hands and when I’m back, we can go ahead with this morning’s lesson. Hold your position.”
She didn’t turn to watch him go but wondered about the other implements he’d brought with him. Was he going to bind her before spanking her and would he use the flogger? Was that what he’d meant with having something different in mind? She wiggled her bottom at the thought, tensing her muscles around the plug and finding the feeling not unpleasant.
“Nothing like walking into a room where a woman is waiting for me just as you are,” he said. “Perhaps even better than finding her on her knees.”
She watched over her shoulder as he approached. He’d taken his shirt off; the lean muscles that defined his chest, shoulders, and arms made her mouth water with desire. “Face forward,” he said, stepping behind her and just touching the base of the plug. “Nice and snug. You may straighten.”
He picked up the cuffs. “I’m going to bind your arms together both at the wrists and just above your elbows. Are you comfortable with that?”
“I guess so, Sir,” she said.
“If you have any pain, let me know. Bring your hands together, please,” he said.
She did, clasping them behind her back. He slid the first cuff over one wrist, then the other. The fur was warm and soft and they weren’t tight enough to cause discomfort. Then came the other set.
“Draw your elbows together for me,” he said. “There you go.”
She realized why he wanted to cuff her arms like this. By bringing her elbows together, it forced her to push her chest straight out, her breasts thrusting forward, her nipples already pebbling.
“How do you feel?” he asked, turning her to face him. His eyes roamed over her chest approvingly.
“Sexy,” she said, the muscles of her anus tightening and relaxing around the plug almost of their own accord. She was more than aroused, but she didn’t know what he had in mind for her just yet.
“You look sexy,” he said, “but we’re not close to ready yet.” He picked up the two straps and stood behind her once again. “Just a couple more things,” he said, laying the first of the set just over her breasts and buckling it snug at her back. The next one he placed just below her breasts, bringing it around her arms once again and buckling it. He turned her to face him. If she’d felt exposed a moment ago, it was nothing compared to how she felt now with her full, round breasts framed as they were.