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She fumbled for her key. It was definitely in here, she knewit. Where the fuck? If she?d lost it she?d need to call him and that was the last thing on her mind after the day she?d had. Before long, though, she knew it. It was gone, he had the spare and that was that. She shook her bag a little to level the contents, then slung it over her shoulder and sighed loudly. She spent the next 45 minutes walking around town, trying to figure out a way of getting into her flat, tracing her steps to track down where she might have dropped her keys, and then gave up. She lifted her mobile out of her back and looked up his number. As she dialled she took a deep breath, but as she put it to her ear she heard the answer phone. He?d turned it off? ?Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.? She muttered under her breath. She?d have to walk there. After another hour of walking, her feet tired in her heels, she found herself on his doorstep. Reluctantly, she knocked twice and waited for the glow of the hall light, and it wasn?t long before it came. He opened the door without even a hint of curiosity in his eyes and immediately asked ?What are you doing here? You?re not due.? ?I?m sorry, Sir, I lost my key.? She responded, her face dropping a little. ?And I am supposed to care?? ?Well you have the spare, Sir. Maybe you?d give it to me?? ?No.? He slammed the door in her face and walked back inside. She turned around and sat on the cold doorstep, her bare thighs slowly growing numb against the stone, and she waited. Her mind began to wander ? what if she got trapped outside on a Saturday night? Where else could she go, and how would she get another key? What Tunalı escort if she ended up stuck with some drunks? She started to shiver uncontrollably. While she considered knocking on the door again a shaft of incandescent light illuminated the spot on which she sat. He stared through a split in the curtains for a second, and then pulled the window open. ?Hands and knees. Alexandra!? he said, loudly enough to draw the attention of a dog walker across the street. She half smiled at the fact she was to be let in from the cold and half panicked at what he had asked. As the passers-by left her sight she turned around on the door step, knelt with her hands between her thighs and waited. As he opened the door she noticed something in his hand ? a collar. It was black, leather and studded, with a D-ring. Alexandra?s eyes widened as he gently reached behind her head, carefully adjusting her hair so it didn?t get trapped. He tightened it perfectly. It was tight enough to be felt and loose enough to be comfortable. Comfortable, that was, until he clipped on a chain lead and tugged firmly. She stumbled forward, righting herself with her palms against the dirty step, and tried to stand. ?Stop. You?re to crawl, Alexandra. You need to learn obedience. You?re not supposed to come unannounced.? She placed her palms on the floor and followed him. She was embarrassed, but as she felt herself blush she knew she was getting wet. She shuffled forward, her knees hot from the friction of running along the wooden floor, as he pulled her forward to the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the staircase he turned ulus escort bayan to face her, staring down at her as she peered up at him through her messy red hair. He didn?t smile as he unbuckled his belt, pulling out his thick cock, dropping his jeans to his ankles. ?Lick.? He commanded, wrapping his hand around his cock and aiming it upwards, out of reach. He presented his balls directly in front of her mouth and waited for her. She reluctantly ran her cute, tiny pink tongue over his balls, gliding the tip of it over them, watching him wriggle a little. She still wasn?t sure about the collar wrapped around her neck though, and he detected her self-consciousness. He stepped back out of the bundle of his clothes and she looked a little lost for a second, as though she had done wrong, but her expression quickly changed when he yanked the lead to set her walking up the stairs behind him. She followed slowly as he walked into the second room on the landing. That room? She?d wondered about it. He?d never opened the door nor mentioned it, and she knew not to ask. She had pictured all manner of things, from a neatly presented spare bedroom to a sordid dungeon, and so had no idea what to expect. The reality was more spartan than anything she?d pictured. There was no carpet, just simple a simple, plain grey linoleum floor covering. In the middle of the room was a wooden gymnastics vaulting box with a soft, PVC wrapped pad on its top, and threaded under it were four cuffs on straps. There were a few bags, neatly stacked in the corner of the room, which was illuminated by a single bulb. The walls Escort yenimahalle were white, with no pictures. It was clinical and unwelcoming ? a room with one purpose in mind, and she was about to find out what that purpose was. He stood in front of her and she stared at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was completely naked, his smooth, toned body an irresistible picture. Her fear waned as he stepped forward again, and this time he didn?t need to demand. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and started, gradually, to take it deeper into her mouth. She started slow, running her tongue over it, tasting it and trying to let it into her throat. He let out a quiet moan. ?Good girl. You?re a greedy, aren?t you?? She nodded as she carried on, and he tugged her lead, holding her head in place as he started to thrust, slowly at first, gently fucking her mouth, but gradually building speed. As he sped up he tugged the lead tighter, giving her nowhere to escape as he held her in place and built up to a crescendo, pumping her harder as he watched her eyes redden. She writhed, trying to pull back but he kept on, ?You like that, don?t you? You like having your mouth fucked, you little slut?? He pulled out to let her speak and she gasped for air, panting, before nodding and spluttering out ?Yes! I love it. I love when you fuck my mouth, and my cunt and my ass.? He grinned at her response and tugged her lead again, pulling her to the centre of the room. Her face was red and her makeup streaked down her cheeks, which made him even harder. ?Shoes, skirt and top, off. Now.? He stood and stroked himself as she undid her white shirt, revealing a purple, lace trimmed bra. She kicked off her black heels and tugged her skirt down over her knees, without getting up, and knelt wearing her knee-high socks, bra and mismatched girl boxers. He grinned. Usually she would dress for the occasion, but today he had her by surprise.