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This is part two of a three part story. Ideally you will have read part one before this.

As you return to the room from the bathroom, wearing only your pink thong and your black socks, you are instructed again to stand in the centre of the room, hands on head and feet apart.

I can see the apprehension in your face.  Not knowing what is coming next.

Myself, I am feeling very comfortable having thought through and planned the next few hours in my head many, many times over!

I pick up the 80cm spreader bar from the bed and get down between your legs attaching the leather cuffs at each end of the bar tightly to your ankles.  When I’m there between your legs I notice a small fresh urine stain on your pink thong but say nothing at this time. I then attach a heavy chain collar around your neck and then insert the ball gag and fasten its leather straps behind your head.  The red silicone ball is pressing down on your tongue allowing only unintelligible grunts from here on.

I stand up and grab your junk squeezing hard which causes you to wince slightly, but you can’t say anything or move away from the source of your pain.

“What did I say would happen if you got piss on your underwear?” I ask knowing the answer and knowing that you cannot!  With that I rip the sides of the thong, pulling it roughly from your body and hold it up to your face.  “Look, do you see that?  You disgusting boy. You slut! What is coming next will now be doubled” I say without explaining what is coming next.  I scrunch the thongs up and toss them in the trash.  You’ll not be wearing them to go home.

You’re now standing there naked apart from your black socks. I cup your cock and balls with one hand giving it another squeeze.  “Is your wife satisfied with that?  “I say trying to humiliate you further.  “It feels almost fully hard, yet I can get your cock and balls in my one hand.”

“Now waddle over to the bed please,” I ask, making sure you do so safely and don’t fall over. “Keep your hands on your head” As you reach the end of the bed, I give you a gentle push and you have no choice but to fall face-first onto the bed.

I then take each hand, attach a leather cuff to each and then attach the cuffs to the chains I’ve pre-installed at the four corners of the bed.  Then, leaving the spreader bar in place I attach its cuffs to the chains at the bottom corners of the bed.  I then take a wide leather belt and buckle that around your waist attaching the hoops on that to the chain that wraps around the middle of the bed.

You are now attached to the bed on all four corners and around your middle preventing very little movement or escape from what will come next.

Finally, I take the blackout hood and slip that over your head.

I stand back, ogling your gorgeous bubble butt staring back at me temptingly and take some more pictures.

I ask you how it feels to be a straight guy lying, tied up naked and helpless on a hotel bed with a gay guy in the room – forgetting that you can’t speak!

I then get up and draw back the curtains in the room.  I watch as you struggle imagining that you might be seen by anyone overlooking the room.  “it’s okay” I say, “I don’t think there will be too many people working late in the offices across the road at this time of night.” Little do you know but I already knew the room wasn’t overlooked but the act of opening the curtains still concerned you greatly.

“Where do I start?” I say out loud.

I am so tempted by that gorgeous ass.  I kneel on the bed between your thighs and sniff the air around your ass.  The scents are heavenly, and I can’t resist the natural next step which is to stick my nose between those cheeks and then start licking the delicate hairs that are there between your cheeks. You're obviously not as embarrassed by the act of rimming as I thought as you push your ass back into my face.

I continue to lick your rosebud, moistening it up for what will come next.  I could spend the rest of the night in this position, but I have so much else planned.  I stop, much to your disappointment, and reach for the small black butt plug and start to push it gently into your arse.  After everything that’s gone on and been discussed you’re not entirely sure at this stage if what is pressing against your sphincter is finger, penis, dildo or butt plug but regardless I feel you pushing back obviously wanting whatever it is.

Finally, it slips in, and your ass muscles close up locking the butt plug in.

“Now it’s time for your first punishment slut” I say as I reach for one of the canes.  I choose the slender one and swipe it through the air a few times leaving no mistake about what is to come next.  You can’t have failed to have heard that distinctive loud swish.

“So, my plan was to give you six of the best tonight leaving you marked such that you’ll have to hide your pretty ass from your wife for a few days if you want to avoid any embarrassing questioning, but you were in too much of hurry at the toilet and dribbled in your underpants. That means six becomes twelve!”

I stand beside the bed lining up my arm and the cane against your bottom.  I lay the cane gently on your bottom just touching leaving it there.  It was just a few seconds, but it probably felt like minutes!  I raise my arm and return the cane to contact your bottom at about 50% of full force.  It takes you completely by surprise and your whole body reacts and leaps as far as the restraints will allow you from the bed.

I spare you the embarrassment and difficulty of counting out the strokes.

I watch as a faint red line appears across your white ass and line up for the second hit.  Again, I wait silently for a few seconds, longer this time, before bringing the cane back down on your ass.  “Two" I say out loud.  The third is delivered with a bit more force and on a spot on your ass not yet reddened.  I continue with the next five leaving almost a whole minute in between each stroke.  Despite the body movements you are silent, and I’m impressed with how you are taking the caning.

Although I do recall that you said you had been caned before by your Mistress.  I wonder how the strength compares? I take a mental note to ask later.

The final strokes are delivered in quick succession one after the other with no gap between – the complete opposite delivery to the first eight.

“That was the last stroke,” I say.  I reach for a bottle of expensive body lotion that I brought with me and after a few minutes start to gently rub the lotion in small swirling strokes across your ass.  I take time to admire my work – each stripe is exactly perpendicular to your body.  I wasn’t off-target with any stroke.

I pull the hood off and then unbuckle the gag to check that everything is still okay.  I then have a bit of a panic to myself when I realise that you might have tried to use the safe word there and I would never have known.  I’m relieved when your comment back to me was a brief “thank you Master”!

I gently pull the small butt plug out, apply some more lube, and then insert the next size up.

I want you on your back now so start undoing the six straps holding your body down.

Once they're off I also remove the spreader bar and your socks, allow you to turn over and then reapply the chains to the ankle and wrist cuffs and then the waist belt. I’m surprised but pleased to see your cock standing erect, twitching and flopping on your belly.

Once you are secure and given that you can now see me, I strip my outer layers of clothes off leaving just my signature white CK briefs.

The final part (3) will be along soon...