A Weekend with Sir Anthony Part One We meet late Friday night, in Manhattan, for a drink. I can see the anticipation boiling over within you. You have imagined what a weekend might be like with me, what it would mean to fulfill your most intimate desires. Finding yourself on the brink of realization has you trembling with excitement and delight. As we leave the bar and head into the blackness of night, I remind you of your safe words. If at any time, what I do becomes too intense or uncomfortable, simple utter the word mercy, and I will ease up or slow down. If at any time, you are no longer enjoying yourself, the word red, will bring our time together to an end. As we walk, I promise to respect your limits, while devilishly pushing them to the verge of surrender. In a matter of moments you find yourself, holding my hand, at the entrance to dreams. As we walk down the long black staircase, which leads to the Hellfire club, I can feel you trembling with excitement. We stop at the coat check so that you may remove your cover and reveal yourself to all. We part the curtain and enter the front of the club. You immediately feel every eye upon you, as you strut around in only a back bra, thong, and high heels. I introduce you to my friends as you place my fur lined leather collar around your neck stroke your hair, as you wrap the leather fur lined cuffs around your wrists and plant soft kisses and nibble on your ears, as you enshroud your ankles with my fur lined ankle restraints. I lead you over to the huge chain link spider web and shackle you to it, facing the audience that has gathered around us. I slip the leather, fur lined, blind fold over your eyes as darkness befalls your senses. I glide my fingertips across your lips, your tongue swirls around it. I gently stroke your cheek, then slap it, I caress the other and slap it hard as well. My hands dance over your bra then from your wrists to your armpits. My touch quickly becomes tickling as you burst out with laughter. Your arms are secure high over your head, you try lower them as my tickling becomes more ravenous. I move up and down your body, the tickling is rapidly becoming an excruciatingly wicked torment. I allow you to catch a quick breath, slap your face, and resume your ticklish torture. Suddenly, the tickling turns to scratching as I rake my fingernails along your flesh. I push my left hand firmly between your legs as my right claws you. I whisper softly in your ear that I want you to cum. I instruct you to cum load so that everyone watching will know how much of a little slut you really are. My fingernails are replaced by one of my softer leather whips. I continue to stroke you with the whip as I feverishly massage your pussy through your panties. You begin to scream as you cum and yank on the chains your bound to. I wipe the sweat from your fore head, slip off the blindfold, and I release you from the webs hold. I fasten a leash to your collar and walk you into Hellfire's back room. I wrap my arms around you as we watch the evenings entertainment. Your eyes dance with delight as gaze upon a man being whipped by his Mistress, a young girl being torment with candle wax, another over her Masters knee receiving a spanking straight form the bowels of hell. After an hour of watching others your head is absolutely spinning with desire. I order you to strip and place your bra and thong into my toy bag. I lead you on your leash, naked, with all eyes on you, into the far back rooms of the club. We peak into each of the small room, where couples are delightfully suffering the pleasures only decadence can bestow. I move you into the first room on the left. There is a leather covered bondage horse in the center, the walls are gray cinder block and you are soon bound to the horse, with your ass facing the door. I whisper to you that you are to be punished for finding this all so exciting, for being such a nasty little girl. You are instructed to say each number followed by thank you Master you quietly node with agreement. I bring the leather down across your left ass cheek, the words, One, thank you Master! echo against the walls the second slaps you on the right Two, thank you Master! draws a crowd to the door. Your whipping continues, slowly, gently, then hard and quick crisscrossing your ass, up and down your thighs, I change whips Twenty five, thank you Master! I turn and stroke you back as the leather continues to fall upon your ass Thirty, thank you Master! I change to my paddles, rake my hands through your soft hair, twirling my fingertip along your ear lobe, Forty, thank you Master! I pinch, tug, and pull down on your nipples as the whipping continues Fifty, thank you Master! I switch the paddles for my crops, first the flexible ones followed by my stiffest cane, each slapping your tender ass, again and again Seventy, thank you Master! I move on to my breaded satin whips Eighty, thank you Master! My bare hand slaps you for the next ten Ninety, thank you Master! I pick up my heaviest whip and bring it down upon you over and over until One hundred, thank you Master! You deserve a reward for being such a filthy little whore, for loving your punishment so very much, for finding this all so delicious. I slip my finger along your dripping pussy, tickle your clit, and force two fingers deep into you. With my fingers moving in and out of your tight hole, I lay soft kisses over your trembling ass. I order you not to cum without permission, I want to make you beg, to tease you into ecstasy. Please Master, may I cum? My reply is, of course no., as I increase the speed at which I'm fingering your pussy. After a short time you cry out Please Master, may I please cum? Not yet, you dirty little slut. is my wicked reply. As I begin to slide other hand between your legs, you begin to shake and scream out Please Master! Please! I pause a moment then sternly command you to cum. Your cry of passion slams into every ones ears throughout the club. With the night ending, I release you form your bounds, and pack up my toy bag. I do not hand you your bra and thong, instead you place your coat over your naked body and we leave the club. We cuddle in the back of the cab, on our way to Penn Station. I walk you to the ticket window, no one knows our naughty little secret, no one knows your nude under your long coat. We board the train, sit in the last row, the conductor takes our money, and we settle back in for a long trip back. As we ride toward home, I force your face down into crotch, you can feel my cock stiffening beneath my pants. I pull my rock hard cock out and force it deep down your slutty throat. I enjoy watch you gag, choke, and slobber all over me. I yank you up by the hair, slap you in the face hard, then, shove my thick cock back into your whorish mouth. You will continue to suck your Master form station to station until we are, at last, at the final stop. I hold you by the hand as we exit the train. I turn to you on the platform, glide my hands through your hair and passionately kiss you. Our tongues dance as I hold you tight with desire. I take your hand and we walk to the parking lot. As we approach my car, I order you to remove your coat, and stand there naked in the parking lot. The cool, misty morning air kisses your nipples and they quickly grow firm and erect. I enter my car, slam the door, turn over the engine, and move piercing my eyes to you will I leave you there, in the parking lot, naked, awaiting to be ravaged by strangers, your pussy grows moist with anticipation. I reach over and unlock the door, as you move to get in, I instruct you to wait. I place both of my, delightfully sharp, Vampire gloves, points up on the passenger seat; and tell you to sit. Your naked ass is rapidly over come with torment; as one hundred devilishly wicked pin points begin to dig into your exposed cheeks. As we drive, back to my apartment, your breasts bounce and the spikes burrow deeper into you with each bump in the road. I pull into my driveway, tell you to remain in the car, while I carry my toy bag back into the apartment. You are left sitting there, with the spikes still digging at your aching ass, for what seems like an eternity. I exit my apartment and approach the passenger side door and open it for you. As you get up we notice my Vampire gloves are stuck to you. I have you walk, naked, to my apartment door, I turn and kiss you, softly upon your lips, and we enter. I lift the leather gloves from off your ass, as I begin caressing your flesh. My living room light reveals that your skin is reddened form your earlier whipping. My strong hands gently glide up and down your legs, across your back, through your hair, and along your breasts. Your legs buckle as I kiss the backs of your knees My hot mouth splits your pussy lips apart as I start to whip your clit with my tongue. I devoir your dripping flesh with feverishly sweet fury until you cum. I lay your limp body upon your back, and slide my thick cock along your quivering crotch. Your eyes come to life with a gasp, as I push myself deep into you and open my little girl up wide. I take you, with your legs together, apart, up over your head and back again. I flip you around and have you from behind with animalistic passion. I pull back by a loch of your hair as I slip my fingers into your parched mouth, so that you may suck them, like the little whore you are. I whisper into and bite you ears as you orgasm explodes again. I turn you on your side, slide my dripping cock into your mouth, and stroke it while my other hand slips between your legs. I massage your clit and instruct you to tell me as your approach your climax. I wish for us to cum simultaneously. As you get closer my ecstasy heightens, as you get wetter my cock grows steadily harder, as you tighten and cum, I fill your mouth with my juice. You drink me down as I place a soft kiss on your forehead. I take you by both hands, guide you into my bedroom, lay you down upon my bed and we watch the sun begins to rise. As we fall asleep, cuddled in each others arms, your mind is filled with wonderment what does Saturday hold in store for you?