“What’s wrong?” she said, with the corners of her mouth slightly curling up.
“I’m just…surprised…that’s all,” he replied, eyes wide open.
John was humming a song under his breath as he waited at a single table in the corner of a quiet restaurant. He wasn’t the impatient sort of person, so he didn’t mind that his date was a little late. In reality, he was more nervous than anything. Suddenly, he heard the faint click of heels against the floor, and he looked up. Ayame was wearing a simple black dress that clung to her body and emphasized her natural curves. When she approached, having been instructed to the table by a waiter, John stood up and pulled a chair out for her.
“What a gentleman,” she said, flashing him a bright smile.
Dinner went really well. They talked about work (which was how they met each other), the local news, and some of their common interests. Ayame seemed like the absolute perfect girlfriend for John. She laughed at all of his jokes, didn’t say anything about him being nervous, and had a lot in common with him. Also, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was a Japanese woman with long, black hair and dazzling eyes. She was fairly petite but had larger breasts than most women her size – something that John appreciated.
After dinner, they took a nice walk around a park and then got some ice cream. It was quite a pleasant evening. The sky was clear, and the stars were twinkling above in the night sky. Neither of them really wanted to date to end, but they knew it had to at some point.
Eventually, they made their way back to the parking lot where John had parked. They were about to go their separate ways when John asked Ayame where her car was. It turned out that she had taken the subway, so John offered to drive her home. Gladly accepting, Ayame got into the car, and they drove off.
As they stood outside her house, John gave Ayame a kiss on the lips. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him in for a second one, and then a third. Things heated up really fast, and it wasn’t long before Ayame had one hand running through John’s hair and the other starting to unbutton her shirt. John fumbled to grab her keys, which she had been holding and opened the door.
The couple didn’t break contact as they stumbled through the house toward Ayame’s bedroom. When they were just outside the door, John pressed Ayamae against the wall and ran his hands down the curves of her body. He licked her neck and went lower to her collar bone. From there, he found his lips drifting towards her breasts, where he kissed her nipples on top of her clothing. This made her release a little whimper and then she grabbed John’s hand.
“Follow me,” she whispered seductively in his ear.
The two went into the bedroom, and that’s when John stopped in his tracks. His eyes enlarged as he scanned the room. Luckily, he kept his jaw from dropping.
“What’s wrong?” she said, with the corners of her mouth slightly curling up.
“I’m just…surprised…that’s all,” he replied, still trying to process what he saw.
All over the room were BDSM toys. There were articles of lingerie, chains, rope, and riding crops. Her bed had posts on it with places that looked like they were intentionally created to attach restraints to. There were ball-gags near the foot of the bed and blindfolds and scarfs hanging by the door. She had everything from handcuffs to collars in her room.
“What…?” he began to ask.
She grabbed his hand before he could reply, “Come on in…make me your slave…”
John followed her, still amazed. However, being shocked did not keep him from becoming fully erect. It turns out that they had a lot more in common than John had originally anticipated. He wasn’t sure if this was some huge coincidence or if one of his exes might’ve got in contact with Ayame. Either way, this was sure to be fun.
She handed him a collar and got on her knees in front of him.
“Here, master. I’m your slave,” she said, biting her lip.
“You sure you want to be a slave?” he asked, teasing her.
“Yes, master. Oh, please use me. I’m begging you…”
“Beg more.”
“Please master, I’ll do anything,” she said, looking straight up at him.
“Anything?” he asked, a smile on his face.
“Yes, just use me,” she responded.
“Undress. I like my slaves naked,” he commanded.
Ayame stripped completely, making a show of it. She made sure that John watched as she rubbed the smooth fabric of her dress across her skin. When she was entirely naked, she knelt down before him again. He quickly fastened the collar around her neck and pulled her chain. She followed him to the bed, where he tied her up with her arms behind her back. He placed a gag in her mouth and then lay down on the bed.
Slowly, while making sure she was watching him; he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. With one hand, he rubbed himself, and with the other he reached towards her and pinched her nipples. It was driving her wild to have him do that, and he could hear her trying to beg to be used, so he made her wait even longer. Periodically, he moved his hand down and rubbed her clit. He even moved his hand down to feel her pussy, and was pleased with what he found. It was soft, warm, and dripping wet.
Not being able to resist her much longer, John grabbed either side of her waist and lifted her wet pussy right onto her dick. She moaned into the gag as it went into her and adjusted her legs so that her knees were on either side of her.
“Fuck me,” he commanded, and she complied.
John kept one hand on her waist, while the other made its way around to her ass. Her butt was smooth and firm, and he squeezed it tightly. Then, he brought his hand a few inches away from her skin and back down again, spanking her. This made her jump a little, and she contracted the muscles of her pussy around his dick. That, of course, felt amazing, so he smacked her ass again. The same thing happened.
“You’ve been a bad slave,” he told her. “So now, I’m going to punish you.”
He fucked her harder and harder until she came on his dick, but he continued fucking her. After much spanking and rough fucking, she came a second time. That’s when he removed her from on top of him and made her lie on the bed with her face in the pillows and her ass in the air. Her hands were still bound behind her back, so there wasn’t much she could do to resist him (not that she wanted to).
John grabbed some lubricant that he found on her nightstand and rubbed it all over his cock. He then took his dick and gently rubbed the head all around Ayame’s pussy and assholes, making sure to get her even wetter. Then, he thrust his dick into her ass, fucking her in and out. One of his hands drifted under her body to her delicious breasts, which he fondled. The other hand went straight to her pussy, and he alternated between fingering her and rubbing her clit.
While in this position, she came a third time. After her orgasm, John flipped her over and once again fucked her pussy, but this time he removed the gag so he could hear her loud moans. With each thrust, she squirmed and moaned and begged him.
“Oh please master…,” she pleaded.
“I’m not letting you go, slave,” he responded.
“Then make me come, oh please…,” she begged.
“When I’m ready for it, you’ll come.”
She pleaded some more, and he grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them. He played with her nipples and pinched them, which only resulted in more moans. It wasn’t long before he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. He was so hard fucking this hot Japanese girl who wanted to be his slave. It drove him wild to be having sex with her. When he hit his climax, his body experienced a sudden rush of heat, and there was an explosion in his dick as he shot cum deep into her body. She had her orgasm at the same time, and her moans only intensified the experience. It was absolutely mind-blowing for both of them.
