Since our last meet there have been a lot of texts between Sarah and I, but needless to say she is loving it so far and has been for another visit. I consider myself a thoughtful, maybe cunning master and sometimes preparation is the key to success. This evenings preparation included some soft jute rope, a dining table, a paddle and some bungee cord… As I open the door she is, as requested, dressed in a fabulous pair of Fuck me boots, fishnets, little black dress that finishes half way down her thighs, made up nicely her shoulder length blonde hair in waves she looks hot…really HOT. I close the door she says hello and I smile and slide her jacket off her shoulders popping it on a hanger. She starts to walk towards the front room but I grab her shoulders and direct her into the dining room. In the center of the dining room is a solid oak table roughly five feet by three feet, the chairs are placed in the corners of the room. A length of rope is coiled on the table. I march Sarah over to the table sit her on its edge. “Wrists“ I command her hands come out in front of her. I tie the ends if the rope to her wrist with perhaps four feet of loose rope between. I stand close, her large breasts press against my chest I swear I can feel her nipples sticking into me. I run my hand up her back fingers into her hair and move my mouth towards her, our lips touch hers start to part seeking a more passionate kiss, I pull her head back and away look her in the eyes and smile….I reach down with my left hand and grab the hem of her dress and with a little wiggle of assistance from Sarah the lower part of her dress is now around her waist, she smiles and licks her lips with expectation of what I wonder… I spin her round and bend her over the table pressing her gently but firmly against it and say “STAY” I walk to the head of the table taking hold of the rope and secure it to a bungee cord fastened around the table legs, it pulls it taut , but allows some flexibility of movement, but she can feel it is a restraint. I look her in the eye... she looks nervous but excited. I walk to the other end of the table, stroking down Sarah’s back and unzipping her dress as I go exposes the milky flesh off her back. Oh, what a sight I behold, her skirt around her waist, a fabulous bottom encased in petite white panties, hold up fishnet stockings, I slide my hand over her buttocks and down to her crotch she parts her legs her dampness is already obvious. I stand behind her, and kneel as I drop rubbing my face against her breathing deeply and smelling her musk. Under the table are two short coils of rope I force Sarah’s legs wider apart and tie her ankles to the table legs. I cross to the corner of the room sitting on a dining chair, she lifts her head to look at me, but doesn’t speak, she understands the folly of that now. The only thing she is permitted to say without a question is her safety word. I can’t help but notice the fullness of her cleavage with her breast pressed down against the table and added to everything else so far, frankly, it excites me a lot. Not quite as planned but time for some improvisation……. Looking straight at Sarah, I stand, undo my belt my trouser button and zip and slowly slide them and my boxers down watching Sarah’s expression closely as my semi erect cock is exposed. Her tongue wipes over her red lips and she gives me that come over her look of hers. I step out of my trousers and boxers and sit down she sighs in disappointment I hope, and I take my cock in my hand stroking it slowly, time and again enjoying the sensation as my hand travels from tip to base, the end of my cock is flushed with blood Christ I am hard. I walk over to the table, I place my hands over Sarah’s wrists and my cock reaches forwards towards Sarah, she tries to move to take it in her mouth but the ankle ropes stop her, I laugh, “Bastard” she says…that’s not the safety word just raw frustration, I return to the chair. I reach down to the right side and pick up a small leather valise, I rest it on my thighs and pop the catch, I reach inside and pull out a pair of scissors, stainless steel, five inch blade, Sarah looks a little worried I think now is the moment she truly realizes she is tied to the table and at my whim and mercy. I walk behind her grabbing the material of her panties at her hips and snip, other side and snip and they are gone thrown across the room. I stand back and luck at Sarah’s ass and pussy so nice, I see the glisten of moisture so take my still hard cock in hand and rub my tip up and down between her lips and press it against her clit, for a moment she feels us aligned and tries to push back so I enter her but it’s not time yet and although I could happily take her right now I step away. I hear her mutter "Bastard" again I return to the chair and the bag, and slowly reveal a paddle. It’s one of my favorites, about 15 inches long, double sided one a soft padded fur the other plain leather besides the handle there is a good spanking area of maybe 10 by 3 inches Sarah’s eyes widen as I stork the fur side up and down my cock. I move to her and slowly stoke the fur side of the paddle up her right arm across her face and down her left arm, as I reach her hand I spin the paddle and bring it down on the table leather side first the cracking sound makes her twitch and pull on her bonds. ... to be continued