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Friday, Outside Sir’s Front Door: MartaBefore I could lose my nerve, I fitted the ball gag into my mouth, tightened the strap behind my head, being careful not to catch my hair in it, then clicked the small padlock shut in the strap’s D-shaped metal tongue at the back. I looked back down the hallway. I hadn’t seen anyone since I got out of the elevator, and there were only two doorways between Sir’s door and there, but I was nervous. Shivering, I pulled the borrowed sweatshirt over my head, and dropped the sweatpants down to my ankles, then pulled them off.I was completely naked now, except for the leather cuffs padlocked around both ankles and both wrists, plus the dog’s collar padlocked around my neck, and the ball-gag locked around my head.I picked up the butt plug with the heart jewel on the end, and turned the switch so that it was vibrating at the highest level, cycling from nothing to very high and back again. Bending slightly, I cautiously fitted it into my ass, twisting it into my already lubed-up back passage. When it was properly seated, I could feel the vibrations running through my ass and into my cunt. I swallowed hard; I was getting awfully wet, awfully fast.I knelt down in front of his door, carefully folded the sweatpants and sweatshirt in front of me, then put my note on top, and a small box of razor blades next to it. I picked up the extra-long dildo, switched it to the highest setting, and carefully pushed it into my, by-now sopping, cunt, then rested its butt on the floor so that the dildo was pushed all the way up to my cervix, forcing me to sit up.Next, I put my feet together, turned and locked the two ankle cuffs together, fixing my ankles to each other, then spread my knees wide so my cunt and the dildo were exposed. The two vibrators were out of synch, and I was starting to tremble, both with arousal and outright nervousness. What if he rejected me?I reached down, picked up the blindfold, slipped it over my head, but not over my eyes, then reached up and rang his doorbell.I had to work quickly now. I pulled the blindfold over my eyes, then reached my hands together behind me, and, after fumbling slightly because my hands were shaking, I was able to lock both wrist cuffs almanbahis together.I was now completely helpless, naked, kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded outside his front door, in a public hallway in his condo building, being humiliated by the dildo vibrating in my cunt, and the butt plug vibrating in my ass.I hope he answers the door quickly…Six Days Earlier: MartaWhen I woke, I was groggy, and ached. My ass was bruised from being spanked with a ping-pong paddle, but worse, my anus and rectum burned from the habanero chili oil that had been shoved up them. My clit burned, also from the chili oil he had applied to it, as well as my tits. The burning sensations I felt now were a small echo of what I’d experienced earlier because Sir had carefully washed all of the oil off as best he could, using dish detergent, milk, and then olive oil. I suspected they would continue to burn for days to come, but it was a manageable level of pain, and I welcomed it.But these were almost insignificant compared to thoughts that were running through my mind.First, I have begged for mercy, crying out “red light”, letting Sir know that he had done something I thought was impossible: hurt me more than I could take, or than I wanted.But even more importantly, he had understood me, and cared enough for me that he had given me what I needed – the punishment that I craved – yet, done so with such extreme care that I was unharmed. As he said, he had hurt me, but he had not harmed me. In this perverse – perverted? – act, he had shown more affection and understanding for me than anyone I had ever known.And I didn’t even know his name.Yet, the most unbelievable thing that had happened last night was he had asked me to marry him. I could neither understand nor process what that meant, why he’d done it, and whether he was sincere. I shelved that, not knowing what to do with it, or what to think about it, but it scared me.I sat up, gingerly, careful of my hurting body. I was also stiff from straining against the bonds he’d placed on me, and suspected I would be hoarse from screaming into the gag he’d placed in my mouth. I looked around.There, on the bed, neatly folded, were my panties and bra. Hanging from the door to the almanbahis yeni giriş bathroom was the dress I’d worn last night. My purse was next to the bra and panties, as were my necklace, earrings, and my smartphone.“Hi.”I jumped slightly. It was his voice.“How are you feeling?”He was sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed, fully clothed in a banded, collarless Navy blue shirt and khaki slacks. He looked tired and concerned.“I’m – fine. Actually, I lie: my ass hurts, and I burn where you intended me to burn. But…” I looked down, then up again, “But thank you. I want you to know how much I appreciate being given what I needed, to have you do it so carefully, and…and for saying you love me?”I ended the sentence as a query.He nodded. “You’re welcome. I enjoyed hurting you, but I think I’m going to enjoy loving you even more.” And he smiled. “Now,” he said briskly, moving on, “Your time as my slave is over. In fact, I owe you some hours. It’s going on four o’clock on Saturday afternoon, and you only promised to do what I said until noon.“What would you like to do now? I am at your disposal. Your wish is my command.” And his smile broadened.Suddenly, I was feeling panicky, unsure of myself, of him, of what – we – might be or become. No one had ever said they loved me before, and it scared me, badly. “I think I’d like to leave now. Right now.”The smile faded, and he looked sad, but said, “Of course. May I suggest that I lend you some clothes, rather than have you try to get into that very formal, and rather tight, dress? We’re close in size, and while I don’t have anything suitable for a beautiful woman, I can lend you sweatpants and a sweatshirt, which might be more comfortable for you in your present state.”I nodded, really not caring, and disappeared into the bathroom. After using the facilities, I peeked out of the door, suddenly shy about showing myself to him. The sweatpants and shirt were laid out on the bed, and he was nowhere in sight, so I opened the door, quickly jumped across, grabbed the sweats and jumped back into the bathroom, closing the door firmly.Shortly thereafter, I walked out, scooping up my earrings, necklace, bra, panties, and cellphone, and dumping them in almanbahis giriş my purse, then walking towards his front door.“I’ve called you a car, and it’s prepaid for anywhere in the city. Or I could cancel it, and it would be my pleasure to drive you home. Your choice,” he said.I swallowed, then said, “Would you please drive me?”He smiled. “I would be delighted. I’ll just cancel the car.” He pulled out his phone, made a few taps, then returned it to his pocket.“Let’s go.”He led me to the elevator, and, when it came, pressed B for basement. The doors opened, and he led me to a red, sporty, two-seater. It might have been the one I rode here in last night, although that could have been a dump truck for all I noticed. Holding the door, he said, “Careful not to bang your head as you get in.”We drove in silence, with me giving directions as needed, but otherwise looking straight ahead.When we got to my condo, he got out, opened the door and handed me out, like some kind of fairy tale princess, then took my hand and kissed it.“May I call you?”I was trembling by this time, and didn’t know why.“Perhaps – with your permission – you’d let me call you first?” My voice sounded very high and almost squeaky.“You don’t need my permission ever again, unless you want it. Here’s my number.”He handed me a card. It was most peculiar as all it said was “Sir”, then the address and phone number. I guessed he’d done it on his laser printer, specially for me.“Please don’t lose it.”Then he leaned in and kissed me – on the cheek – then got back into his motor and drove quickly away.I stood on the walkway outside my condo, naked under his sweat clothes, and remembered what he had done to my body and my mind. I shivered.I turned and walked into my condo building.An Anguished Decision: MartaI spent the balance of Saturday, and most of Sunday wandering around my condo, unable to focus. Then, suddenly, on Sunday afternoon, an idea hit me, and I hurried to my study, pulling out my longhand notes, and found the flaw in my reasoning, a mistaken assumption that I had overlooked. I circled it, and scribbled some additional thoughts, then shoved the papers back in the drawer.I didn’t know how I had just realized the answer to the problem that had been driving me crazy for months, but it was suddenly just – there. I should have been pleased over something that might turn out to be a major insight, but instead it seemed a distraction from my other thoughts.