She's late again

[ar****]

So I'm going to see my kitten of 10 years up north. It's been over six months since we last got together.
I ask her today about you best memory of our time together over the years...this is what she send me. Enjoy!
She's late. As usual, if nothing else her inconsistencies were consistent. As she climbed the stairs she saw his figure waiting at the door. His mischievous smile illuminating, summoning like a vacancy sign to a lost and tired tourist. But she was no tourist here. Beyond the threshold, through smoke and conversation, the traditional pleasantries are exchanged. She sits nervously on the sofa, fidgeting with her hair, or her bag or anything within reach. Her idle hand wonders to his back, then his thigh. Soon she's done what she tried so hard not to this time, as she pours herself upon him. Overflowing into his lap. He rises and directs her to the badroom. She eagerly obeys. She's ordered to strip to her magenta bra and panties and sits in a chair. She awkwardly sits her bare ass on the faux leather chair as her mind races, playing out each potential fantasy that could transpire. He stands before her, naked. She feels her pussy pulsing. Her heart racing. Her mouth watering in anticipation. She looks up, doe eyed. With no words she asks for permission. She wants to please him, to fulfill whatever he had hidden under the bed of his desires. Tucked away. She was to be his ideal filth personified. He granted her this privilege as he wrapped his hand around her ponytail and slide his cock down her throat. She took all of him in as she gagged and gasped for breath, him relenting only at the last perfect moment.
"I'm your filthy whore."...she said, before he plunged his delicious dick down her throat.
Seconds later, again she cried..."I'm your filthy whore".
Over and over until he stops her. With an authoritive tone he tells her to sit back. He begins tying her forearms to the arms of the chair. She watches as his fingers role over the ropes. Loops tightening. Skin pinching. eyes transfixed. She feels her pussy drenched now, she taste his cock still in her mouth. Her body is nearly vibrating. He proceeds to tie her legs back to the chair, thighs open. Defenseless. Inexcusably filth ridden and cock hungry. Her nervous mind wanders until... smack! He smacked her, now throbbing, pussy sending a jolt of oh-my-fucking-god through her.
A sultry giggle escapes his perfect mouth. He bends down to adjust the rope around her thigh before immersively licking and kissing her glistening her clit as she wiggles in inescapable pleasure. He smiled as he rose and walked over to where her reclined head was. She opened her mouth as he approached and slid himself past her lips, down her throat, as her tongue danced the length of him over and over. He plunges his fingers into her. She was already in heaven, her rocking hips and muted moans, proof themselves. Then he stops, grabs something off the floor and the positions himself in between her legs at the foot of the chair. She lets her head fall back. She doesn't want to know. Whatever the plan is she knew she'll go along with it regardless. She feels the wetness, cold lubricant drip down her ass cheek. She slips into a subspace of bliss and depravity and that's can only be compared to sin. She feels her tight asshole stretch around the form of some unspecified gadget. Now writhing in the chair she whimpers and bites her lip. She hushes her internal cry for mercy and smiles at him as he sticks the small electric pads to her. One by one. He places them strategically. Experiments like this are to be taken seriously after all and that's what this was. He takes the handset device attached to the electrodes and turns it up as he gages her eyes response. Slowly she feels it, a tingling at first. Then suddenly, her back arches in magnificent ache as the *** drives through her like a bullet. It who is excruciating. It was blissful. And it was everything she didn't know she wanted. He proceeded to adjust the knobs and watch her. She whimpered and moaned, her body contorted with each climactic pulse. She came, gloriously soaking his trophy, the thongs he'd keep. Though she did not ask permission which was unlike her, she was grateful to not be punished for such an infraction. As he increased the voltage, she worked through each bolt of shock that waved her body without her will. She was not in control. For that she was grateful. He put the device on her chest and entered her as her body still jumped from unexpected shock. Their bodies interlocking in a primal dance of rhythmic ecstasy. She felt a flood of overwhelming happiness drench her thighs as he stood back up and rubbed his cock along her swollen clit. Then, with a growl, covered her thighs with cum before sliding into her ass one last time.
They're exhausted bodies lay intertwined for a brief moment before he unties her. She smiles, grabs the towel he's handing her and awkwardly thanks him as usual.