I took my keys from my pants pocket and took the key to my apartment off the ring and walked into my kitchen and turned the coffee pot off as I was quite sure by the time I got back it would be burned on the bottom of the pot if not at the very least, mud....I decided to keep my tv on and walked to my door. Looking out the peephole, I didn't see anyone moving about in the hallway. Taking a deep breath and hoping none of my other neighbors decided to come out of theirs in the next 10 seconds I dashed out my door and realized I hadn't locked my door as it closed and I was halfway to the door next door. Spinning on a dime, I went back and opened my door and just as I was turning the lock I heard the sound of the door directly across from me start to open so I slipped into my own door and closed it hard. Peeking out I saw my neighbor, old Mrs. Lane, stare at my door. Did she see me? I sure hope not...She walked slowly down the hall. As I waited for her to clear the doorway out of the building I started to think about how wonderful the dark purple panties felt on my skin. They were wonderful. My cock jumped in them as the silky panties moved from my jumping back and forth on my feet in anxious anticipation. Finally, I faintly heard the door close to the outside door, and opened my door, locked it, and dashed out. Something told me to look down the hall, and just my luck, coming back down the hall towards me, Mrs. Lane looked right at me. CRAP!!! Too late now, I dashed to the door next door and turned the knob, only to find it LOCKED!!!! I heard a snicker on the other side of the door. "Please Mistress", I hissed quietly, "Open the door"...."Well, since you said please, I guess so. You must count to five before you open it though". One, two, three, four, five, and in I went.....I can only imagine the embarrassment I was going to have the next time Mrs. Lane and I crossed paths. I closed the door and immediately turned facing it, dropped to my knees, and leaned my head upon the door as previously intructed to do.
My heart was racing, a light sweat was pouring from me, and my mind was rushing in anticipation for what was ahead for me. I heard music softly playing in the background, smelled a beautiful lilac scent in the air, and heard nothing else. Was she standing behind me? I didn't even try to look around the room when I entered. Just bowed my head and did what I had been told to do. She left me like this for what seemed an eternity. My knees were starting to get a bit sore when a leather hand slid over my face. I felt her press herself against my back. The leather on her body was cold as it touched my skin on my back, legs, and feet. I was shaking with anticipation, fear, and cold leather. She leaned even more into me as I felt her kiss my cheek. There was a strong odor of leather everywhere, mixed with a musky perfume. "Welcome slave", she breathed into my ear. She kissed at the bottom of my ear and then bit it and pulled roughly. Her other hand slid around from my waiste and grabbed my hard nipple in between her leather fingers and pinched it, and then twisted it. I moaned and leaned back against her. "Oooooohhhhhhh, you like your nipple twisted and pinched alot, don't you slave"? "Yessssss, Mistress", I could barely get out. Her leather hand slid over to my other nipple and gave it equal opportunity to enjoy her touch. I was swooning from the contact. My body jumped in joy and I became even more aware of the silky underware that was tightly wrapped around my ass and cock. She released my nipple and then a silky scarf was wrapped around my eyes, blinding me. I felt it secured tightly and double tied into a knot. "Put your hands behind you slave, so I can cuff them". I obeyed. Swiftly the cuffs were put on. Fortunately they were not as tight as she could have clicked them. "If your a good slave, I won't be forced to put these on any tighter". Then, pulling me up on my feet, she guided me deeper into her apartment.
"Welcome to my temporary lair slave. Back here in the bedroom is going to work wonderfully. The Fullers across the hall are gone for a week, Mrs. Lane can't hear a thing anyway, and the Curry's are too far away on the other side of your apartment to hear a thing from here. Soooo basically, I can, or should I say YOU CAN, make all the noise you would like. I am going to turn my stereo up just a bit to make sure anyone in the hallway who happens to be out there won't hear us way back in the bedroom. This should scare you slave, because you have much in the way of punishment to look forward to". She giggled softly as she suddenly pushed me forward and I fell onto her bed and bounced once and then settled upon it. I laid quietly as I heard the swish of her leather leave the room. Then the music, "The Pretenders Brass in Pocket", moderately filled the air with one of my favorite songs. As Chrissy Hynde's breathful exultation of what she was going to do with her fingers filled my ears, Mistress came back and laid upon me. "I just love this song slave, don't you? I know you do, cause I got the cd from your collection. The Pretenders greatest hits. Lots of good songs on it, but I looooove this song. I love how she tells her lover that she is going to use him. That she's special, sooooo special, and demands he give his attention, to her". I had always felt the same way about the song, and had on more then one occasion masturbated to a picture of Chrissy in a pair of skin tight leather pants as she sang to me. I wonder what she would think of that? Would she be pleased she had that effect on me, or repulsed? I like to think she would loooooove knowing that she had gotten me to give my spunk to her, as she commanded me in her sultry voice to, "Give it to me".....
My newfound Mistress drilled her tongue into my ear, bringing me back to the here and now. Her body ground into me as she laid upon me. I gasped in pain and pleasure. Pain, because my cuffed hands were pinned behind me, between her body and mine. Pleasure, because everything she was doing had an effect upon me. I loved her tongue and breath in my ear. I loved the feel of her tight leather touching my body everywhere. When she pulled my rather long hair off of my neck, and kissed, licked, and then roughly bit me, I screamed and almost came right then. I love having my neck bitten. Its soooo erotic to me, and always has been. It also makes me melt completely to my lover in complete surrender. Of course, no lover of mine knew about this, as it was something I hadn't found the right girl to share it with. I mean, they knew it turned me on, but I had never shared why. I heard my Mistress moan as she continued to suck at, and bite my neck. This turned me on even more. "Oooooohhhhhh, Mistress", I moaned. Suddenly, she was off of me. In a mere few seconds I went from complete ecstacy, to complete pain as she began whipping me hard. Wham! Wham! Wham! Over and over. "Its your brush slave. The one you keep in your bathroom on the sink. Never knew it could hurt so good did you"? I heard her giggle again and then she continued to introduce me to the pain it could cause me. It was a severe pain also. She smacked me back and forth on both cheeks, picking up the intensity of it. She had remarkable endurance to do so, I could already tell, and for the first time, became a bit scared of what might be ahead this long evening.