Groggily, "hello?"

    Collette recognized the tired voice on the other end of the phone, "good morning, slut."

    More awake, "mistress!"  

    It wasn't a question, it was elation.  He was happy to hear from her no matter the hour.  "May I come over?"  

    No hesitation was in his voice, "of course.  I'll put some coffee on."

    "See you in half an hour."  Collette hung up the phone smiling.  She had a place to pass the time until her meeting in the morning and she would return to pass the day until the sun crept below the horizon.  Then she would break into Kilandra's home and find the information that Christine had hired her to find.  

    Collette drove the rental car through the familiar streets and made her way to her destination.  The house looked the same as she remembered, a medium-sized split level home in the northern Chicago suburbs.  The house was covered in yellow siding, her headlights illuminating the house with their bright beams.  She noticed that there were lights on inside and the entrance to the house lit with the front porch light.  She was welcome.

    Parking the car she shut the engine off and climbed into the cool air.  She walked briefly to the door, knocked once, and entered.  In front of her was the living room, the vacant couch resting in front of the television set that sat unused and dark.  Two lamps on opposite sides of the couch were casting their brilliant light into the room.  An empty recliner sat next to the couch, also empty.  

    She heard a sound from the kitchen and Graham emerged carrying two cups of steaming coffee, "mistress," he said as he approached.  He offered Collette one of the cups and she took it gratefully.

    "Thank you," she said.  She took a  noisy sip of the dark liquid and swallowed.  "That's good."  She smacked her lips, "my favorite kind."

    Graham nodded and took a sip of his own coffee, "yes.  It is."

    The two of them sat at the dining room table and chatted about times gone by, talking about the what had happened in each of their lives during their two year absence.  Graham talked about how he had missed their visits and Collette admitted that she had thought of him occasionally during the time that they had not been in contact.  Collette told Graham about Harold and he offered his condolences with obvious sincerity.  

    They finished their coffee and unblinking Collette commanded, "strip."

    Graham stood silently and pulled the T-shirt he was wearing over his head.  He unfastened his pants and pulled them down exposing his yellow panties.  He was blushing slightly when Collette snickered, "nice panties."  Blushing, he quickly reached his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down as well.  He stepped out of his clothes and stood nude before Collette.

    "Very nice," she said.  "Exactly as I remembered."

    "Thank you, mistress," he said with reverence in his voice.  

    "Downstairs," Collette said.

    Graham walked through the kitchen and opened the door that fed into the lower level of the split-level house.  The stairs descended into the master bedroom while another half flight of stairs ascended into the darkness of the second floor.  Graham walked down the stairs with Collette following behind him.  At the bottom of the stairs he immediately turned to his right and into the bedroom.

    Collette looked around seeing things exactly as they had been the last time she had been here.  The bed sat centered on the far wall with a nightstand straddling the head board.  A large dresser rested opposite the bed with only a small gap to allow passage between the dresser and the bed.  A console television set sat to the right of the bed with a VCR displaying the time: 3:18.  She had about two hours before she had to leave to meet her supplier and made a note to herself to watch the time.

    "On the bed," Collette said throatily.

    Grahamobeyed immediately and climbed onto the bed.  He lay on his back and looked up at Collette.  

    "Where are the toys?"

    "In the closet, right hand side in the small chest in the corner."

    Collette opened the closet and pulled the chest into the room.  She opened the chest and dug through the box.  Smiling she pulled some long strands of rope from the box and holding them in her hand she stood up and walked to the foot of the bed.  "This will be fun!"

    Collette separated the rope into her hand into five pieces.  She dropped four onto the bed and used the fifth to bind Graham's right leg to the corner of his bed.  She went around the bed tying each of Graham's limbs to the bed until he was tied tightly in a wide-spread position.  Collette stood at the foot of the bed again and breathed, "struggle for me. Try to get free."

    Graham pulled against the ropes that held his hands tightly stretched towards the corners of the bed frame. He pulled against the ropes, the muscles in his arms taut as he strained.  The ropes shook but did not yield.  He tried to pull his legs towards his chest, but the ropes held firm.  He struggled against his bindings, his muscles taut, his body straining against the rope fruitlessly.  He was securely bound and realizing it he held still, "I can't get free," he admitted dejectedly.

    "I know."

    Graham looked at her, reading the desire in her eyes.  He looked at her as she swayed with a passionate shudder.  He stared at her, trying to read the thoughts behind her eyes.  What was she thinking? Was she remembering the times that had spent together previously or was she pondering the upcoming evening and whatever she had planned?  He did not know and wouldn't rush her; he would find out in time.  

    Collette glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand.  She had less than two hours before she had to leave for her meeting.  She looked at Graham and said, "I have to leave in about two hours, though I will be back.  Instead of getting undressed and having you service me, I am just going to hurt you.  How does that sound?"

    She was toying with him and he knew it when he honestly replied, "whatever you want, mistress."

    Collette turned her back to Graham and stepped towards his box of toys.  She dug through the box and picked up a pair of nipple clamps.  They were silver with a thick chain connecting the two clamps.  She turned back to Graham and showed the clamps to him, "remember these?"

    "Yes, mistress."

    Collette climbed onto the bed with Graham and straddled his hips.  She held one of the clamps in her hand and opened the teeth wide.  She showed the clamp to Graham and snapped it shut.  His eyes were wide as he stared at the hated clamps.  He had suffered with them burning his chest for hours for Collette's pleasure and the pain of the clamps was evident in his eyes.  

    "How long?"  

    "Mistress?"  Graham asked, confused by the question.

    "How long have you worn these at one time?"

    "Just over three hours," he said, staring at the clamp, not seeing the woman sitting on his hips.

    Collette simply smiled and secured the clamps to Graham's nipples.  He hissed with each one, a sound that caused Collette to shudder in pleasure.   "Oh, yes," she purred as his chest rose in silent protest to the growing pain his nipples were enduring.  

    Collette bent forward and pressed her lips to Graham's.  She kissed him passionately, her tongue snaking into his mouth, dominating his mouth with the pressure of her lips and power of her tongue.  Her tongue slid from Graham's mouth and up his nose and between his eyes.  He shut his eyes, feeling the pleasure of Collette's tongue on his face and he moaned at the pain in his chest as the nipple clamps bit painfully at his nipples.

    "Yes?" Collette asked, taunting the involuntary moan that escaped his lips. She felt an electric rush of pleasure coarse through her body at the sound.  It was the sound of his submission and pain and it excited her.  She kissed his forehead and then quickly climbed from the bed.  "Don't go anywhere," she teased.

    He groaned in response.

    Collette walked over to the chest of toys.  She dug past leather cuffs and links of chain; past vibrators and dildos and rope and paddles, and pulled out a small whip with nine leather fingers.  She turned back to Graham and smiled at her acquisition.  She slapped it against her palm, feeling the sting.  "Look what I have for you."

    Graham struggled against the ropes that held him immobile and Collette felt her pussy gush with desire.  The sight of Graham straining against the ropes, trying to pull away from what Collette had shown him.  He wiggled erotically and the sheets wrinkled under him.  His eyes were wide as Collette stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at him as he struggled.

    Collette smiled at Graham's growing cock.  He was struggling but Collette knew that he was somewhat of a masochist.  A man's cock was always an accurate barometer of his excitement and what caused that excitement.  From the times she and Graham had played before she knew that pain excited him.  Not as much as inflicting it excited her, but still, it was a fairly close match.  Graham's cock twitched in anticipation even as he struggled; more afraid of the thought of the pain than the pain itself.

    Collette said, "are you ready, Graham?"

    A weak, "yes, mistress."

    "Good."

    Collette crawled onto the bed and sat on her heels between Graham's widely parted and bound legs.  She swung the small whip again, hitting her palm with a loud slapping noise that caused Graham to jerk against the bonds that held him immobile.  Smiling at his obvious unease Collette swung the whip and lightly slapped his helpless and defenseless cock.

    Graham yelped and jumped as far as the bonds that held him would allow.  His hips rotated, his growing cock giving away his growing excitement.  He shut his eyes tightly, his body tense as he anticipated another blow from Collette's whip.

    Collette struck him again.  

    He gasped in pain, his hips bucking as he tried to shift away from the pain in his crotch.

    Collette purred, her sex burning, her panties growing damp.  She watched with rising passion as Graham bucked and moaned, his face squinting in pain.  His mouth twisted as he sucked in wet breaths and the sound of it caused her pulse to race.  It was the sound of pain and it excited her.  Collette felt her face flush and breathing heatedly Collette struck Graham's erect cock again.

    Graham squealed in pain, his hips bucking as his body twisted in evident agony.  Her blows were not forceful, but the leather fronds of the whip stung like the sting of countless bees as they slapped against his skin.  Graham's eyes were shut tight and his chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths.  

    Collette set the whip down and slapped Graham's balls with her hand. His cock was turgid and strong, throbbing with every beat of his heart.  He gasped at the stinging pain, his head shifting from side to side.  He bared his teeth as he sucked in another painful breath.  "Ow," he said nearly incoherently.

    That single syllable caused Collette to melt.  It was the sound of submission and agony merged into a single, simple tone that revealed the depths of his soul.  His cock was burning in a fiery pain and his mind was spinning on itself, relieving each of the painful slaps be it with leather or skin.  The two were one, the pain and memory of the pain combining to cause him to simply submit to anything that was done to him.  His head fell to his chest and he lay there, bound to the bed, his cock belying his misery.  

    It begged for more; throbbing in need as if to say, "do your worst."

    Collette wrapped her fingers around Graham's cock.  His skin was warm, his cock strong.  She pumped it, masturbating him with her hand.  Graham purred softly at the touch.  Collette stroked him and said to him, "don't come."

    He moaned at the command.

    Collette continued to masturbate Graham until he whimpered, "please."

    It was not a question, it was a plea.  "Please what?  Please stop?"  And with her playful words she did stop.  She pulled her hand from his cock and smiled at his twitching organ.  

    "Please," he whimpered again, a soft, mournful cry.

    Collette moved up on the bed and pressed her lips to Graham's.  She kissed her, her tongue snaking into Graham's warm mouth.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth, pinning his tongue to the floor of his mouth.  Yes, her tongue said, I command you.  You will submit to me.   And submit his tongue did, Collette held Graham's tongue firmly pinned.

    Her lips pressed against his forcefully.  Collette then sat back up and began rubbing Graham's cock again.  It throbbed in her hand, hard and warm and strong.  She masturbated him slowly, her hand gripping his cock firmly in her hand.  She watched Graham's head shift on his pillow, rocking side to side with his eyes shut as his pleasure climbed.  

    When his hips slowly lifted from the bed Collette pulled her hand from Graham's cock.  He whimpered again, a begging sound of need, "please let me come."

    "I will," Collette said playfully. Then she added, "eventually."

    Collette looked at the alarm clock sitting peacefully on the night stand.  She still had time to play with Graham and she was enjoying herself immensely.  Graham had his eyes shut and his head tilted back, the veins in his neck taut.  Smiling evilly Collette quickly reached up and grabbed the interconnecting chain of the nipple clamps.  She pulled the chain and yanked both tight clamps from Graham's nipples.

    His eyes flew open and he gasped in agony.  He screeched and bucked against the bonds that held him firm.  His fingers dug into his sheets and his breathing came in short, fast bursts.  He moaned again and lay still, only his chest rising and falling to his shallow breaths gave indication to how he was feeling.

    "That was great," Collette said softly, more to herself than to Graham.

    Graham seemed not to hear and remained silent.

    Collette shook in ecstasy and with an evil grin on her face she bent forward and reattached the clamps to Graham's already sore nipples.  He moaned, his head rocking side to side on the pillow, as the clamps once again bit into his nipples.  His cock remained firm, the pain fueling his desire.  He groaned again as Collette tugged on the chain connecting the two clamps.

    The clock continued to show the passage of time and Collette realized that if she went much further she would miss the meeting for the supplies she would need.  Her passion would overtake her senses and she would rip her clothes off and mount his face until she came explosively only to sit there for multiple orgasms.  She was already ready to do just that and she realized she needed to tear herself away.

    Collette slowly climbed from the bed and said to Graham, "I'll be back for you."  It was a promise.

    Graham moaned in reply.

    Collette climbed the stairs slowly, steadying herself on the banister.  Her panties were damp and she could feel her body alive with passion.  She glanced back at the bedroom and the bound form of Graham and shuddered in pleasure at the site of him bound naked to the bed.  She tore her eyes from him and climbed onto the main floor.  She left the house, grabbing Graham's keys as she left.  She locked him in and as she drove away she was already anxious for her return.

    Collette drove through the silent streets waiting for the time to pass.  She was looking forward to returning to Graham's side and to have him pleasure her with his mouth until the sun was high in the sky and the day was half done.  She was looking forward to that more than the job that she had been hired to do.  The job was secondary, returning to Graham foremost on her mind.

    She drove through an all-night donut shop for a large cup of freshly brewed coffee and sipped it slowly outside the empty warehouse where she would acquire the items she would need for a successful completion of her job.  She kept the engine running with the lights off, the heat blowing on her.  The air outside was freezing and Collette had to keep the defroster running to keep the windshield clear.

    An hour later a car drove up and parked next to her.  

    A lone horn rang out.

    Collette answered with a single blaring of her own horn.

    Collette shut off her car and opened the door only to step into the car next to her.   "It's good to see you again," she said, shutting the door behind her.

    The man opposite her was heavyset with large hands.  His hair was brown and thin and unkempt, controlled by the wind more than a comb.  He was wearing a dark coat and a black suit.  He smiled at Collette and spoke to her in English with a thick Spanish accent, "and you, my friend.  It has been too long."

    Indeed it had.  Collette had not seen Carlos for more than two years.   She had used Carlos for more purchases than she could count and their contact had dwindled when she had met Harold and had disappeared totally when the two of them had moved in together.  Collette had taken a normal job when she became engaged, only drifting back into her current occupation when Harold had been shot.

    She had tried to cut her ties to her past to protect her fianc