Thomas and Joan were sharing a bottle of white wine bathtub. Thomas removed Joan’s hair and kissed her on the neck. He seemed to have gotten a stone lifted of his heart during their earlier brief love confession, and felt able to do so, without scaring Joan about the nature of their relationship - now they both knew they felt love for one another.

 “I’ve booked you a full day of massage on Sunday, to make sure your feet and body is not too tired for the competition – and I also think you have deserved it, after the hard work you put in”, Thomas said while fiddling with the remote to change the music. “Thank you master, I look forward to that”, Joan answered.
“I hope you do, but this is first on Sunday. I have something very different planned for you tomorrow”, Thomas said with a smirk on his face. “Yes, my master?”, Joan asked excited about what might await her. “Tomorrow, we’ll play some games. You’ll be allowed to remove the belt also”, he added. “I won’t reveal what it is until tomorrow though. So for now, go and get the dessert, slave – and don’t forget to bring your “dessert kit”. The “dessert kit” was a term they had invented, during their weekly plays. Thomas and Joan enjoyed good desserts in the evening, and often liked to combine it with their plays. The “dessert kit”, was a box full of equipment for punishments for Joan. She also had a special tray strapped around her neck and connected via two chains to her nipples. Joan got out of the tube, wiped herself dry - and went downstairs.

Soon after she came back; wearing the “dessert kit”, having two small plates with chocolate cake and a wooden box on her big metal tray. She had also added – on her own initiative – a latex maid outfit. She had bought it as a surprise for her master, and hoped she’d please him. “Oh, you’ve stepped up your maid game I see, slave?”, Thomas said. He was now sitting dressed in a pair of blue pajamas pants and a tight white t-shirt, but barefoot and with slightly wet hair. “Come over here, and let me have my dessert”, he commanded. He removed everything from the plate, and put it on the coffee table at the sofa ensemble he was seated in. He grabbed the two spoons, and cut out two small pieces. One he took for himself, the other he gave to – the still standing – Joan. “What do you think slave? Was the baker worth the money?”, he asked. “Yes, master. I enjoy it”, she repeated while keeping her eyes fixed straight, as she had been trained to. “Hmmm, that’s good to heard. But I have more pleasure for you slave”, Thomas said while opening the wooded box slowly. Inside there were many different things. Nipple rings, weights, clamps, butt plugs, a candle and some lube. Thomas took out the clamps, and started adding them in lines on her breasts. She didn’t whimper during this treatment, as she knew this would give further punishment – and it was also just the beginning. After this, Thomas took another piece of chocolate cake. But instead of feeding it to her or eating it himself, he asked Joan to bite down on the opposite side of the spoon, and keep it in her mouth. If she at any point dropped the chocolate cake, she would be severely punished he said. Joan was now very excited, and almost felt the urge to drop it on purpose. But excited to see what Thomas wanted to do with her, she decided to oblige and keep the spoon in her mouth.
Thomas kept up with the clamps, and started adding more and more to her breasts, stomach and pussy lips. When he was done, he removed the tray and the chains from Joan’s breasts. Instead he added the nipple rings, and the weights. This was a pretty hard exercise as this also made it a bit harder for Joan to stand straight. Next he lit the candle, and slowly lifted it up towards her face – when we as just above her breasts, he with a small smile, tilted the candle, and let the hot wax hit her breasts and nipples. Joan flinched a little, but still managed to keep her cool. “I’ve trained you well I see. You’re not the worst maid a master could have”, Thomas said while moving over towards a cabin next to the sofas. He took out a black battery driven Hitachi, and turned it on. He went over next to Joan, and put it on her inner tight, and secured it with a small black belt. “Now I want you to stand there and cum for me slave. I will still punish you if you drop the tiniest bit of chocolate”, he said and sat back down in the sofa, and kept eating his cake.

Joan didn’t last long. Despite all her different “pains”, she has been deprived of vaginal pleasure for a while and had been craving it like a mad person. She came with a muffled moan, going down a bit in her knees and tilting the spoon a little. But luckily nothing fell off. Thomas went over an shut of the Hitachi, and said: “Well done, very well done slave!”. “You managed to resist all my tortures, and I think you’ve deserved a reward. Although I would have loved to punish you, I’ll be fair and save that for another day”, he said while removing all the clamps and nipple rings. When he had removed all the equipment, he ordered Joan to lie own on her back on the sofa. He then proceeded spoon fed her the last of her cake with one hand, while playing with her pussy with the other hand, shifting from playing with the clitoris to penetrating her with a finger or two. When she finished the cake, he got between her legs and started licking Joan in to the seventh heaven. Joan loved it. Thomas had on several occasions displayed his oral skills as a reward, and he never disappointed. He always took his time, shifted his focus and made sure to tease her, before allowing her to climax.
after about 25 minutes of cunnilingus Joan came with a load moan. Thomas was now so turned on that he didn’t allow her to lie and enjoy her experience for too long. He pulled her – still on her back – by the legs, and penetrated her with his throbbing penis. He thrusted hard and quick into her pussy. “Thank you master, fuck me harder master”, Joan moaned. Thomas kept on slamming into her wet pussy. After a while he turned her around, taking her from behind. Joan reached behind and slid her right hand middle finger into her anus, and could feel the penis sliding in an out. Thomas could also feel the finger touching the penis in the anal cavity. He grabbed Joan by the hair and increased his thrusting speed. He kept going for a little while and then he came in a load groan!  

Afterwards they kept lying on each other for a few minutes to catch the breath and kiss a little. “It’s been a while since we had some sex like this. Damn I missed it!”, Thomas said when he got of Joan. “Me too”, she said while instinctively reaching for Thomas penis and cleaning it with her mouth. “Mmm, once a slave, always a slave”, Thomas said while putting his hand behind her head. “Of course my master”, Joan said while looking up into his eyes.