When he arrived for what would be their second meeting, he knew the ground rules already - no intercourse, no oral sex, no exchange of fluids, and no bondage. Well hell, he could live with that - it was a big world out there. He’d brought some Velcro bonds to hold her knees apart; he supposed she might bend the rules that far.

Stepping onto the porch he looked up and saw her framed in the doorway, glints of her hair flashing in the streetlights. Her hair looked soft, and strong, strong enough to pull and twist. He grinned again as he walked up to her, and she looked up at him with veiled eyes, a submissive expression he loved. Their reservation wasn’t for nearly two hours, and he figured he could have some fun in that short time even. Without a word, he lead her back into the apartment and gestured for her to fall to her knees, which she did. He looked down, satisfied, and caressed her hair, pressed her head against him. Pulling the Velcro bonds out, he asked her if she would mind. She wouldn’t mind she said, it would be her pleasure.

So, laying her on the bed still clothed, he ordered her to spread her legs wide. Her short skirt slid up as she did so, exposing the tops of the shiny silk stockings, and her pussy- already beading with moisture. Lips pouting slightly. He laid a towel down below her, and efficiently tied her legs wide apart - so she was completely vulnerable. She blushed, but said nothing. He told her he planned to shave her, but wanted to warm up the skin first. Pulling out his favorite toys, he began a steady light caress of the whip over her thighs, until they were red and tender. Beautiful, thighs that had never been properly whipped. When he saw the first few tears bead in her lashes, he switched to the pussy whip and brought a rosy hue to her labia. He could see the skin change color clearly through the light covering of hair. She was beautiful. A few flicks against her clit, and he stopped. For the moment.

Pulling out a fresh shaver, he spread shaving cream over her pussy and began to shave the sparse golden cover. He told her if she moved, she’d be punished that much harder. He was careful not to nick her, but not so careful that his fingers didn’t sometimes slip into her unannounced. His fingers came back out glistening, and with a moan from her too. She loved having something inside her. He spread some cool aloe over her skin, and lay next to her while the coolness dried. He whispered to her about what he would do that night, how he wanted to take her almost to orgasm - but not all the way. He wanted her to feel the pain of withdrawal, the pain of submission - from his hand. To know it was him, who controlled her pleasure and pain. She nodded. She didn’t need to say anything. He knew what she wanted.

A few minutes later, he returned to the whipping. This time more seriously - but respectful of the newly shaved skin. She was like a child there, tied apart and helpless. After ten stripes or so he stopped, and wandered his finger around her clit which practically leapt into his fingertips. She moaned and arched, and begged - until he stopped, and went back to the pain. He knew it was her first good whipping of this sort so he was careful. When he was satisfied, he lay the toys aside and helped her up.