The Weekend

By Will P Kirk

Things never seemed to work out for long-time friends, David and Jess. For one thing, he lived in London, while she resided an ocean away, in Ohio. It seemed as though one or the other was always involved with someone else; the timing was always wrong and the distance just too great. That is, until Jess confides in David and tells him of a dream she had recently. This dream left her with a lingering curiosity of what it would be like to be sexually submissive. He has a strong desire to be the one that makes her dream come true. They make an agreement: one weekend together, then they never speak of it again. Will their experience strengthen, or harm, their friendship? Two independent tales show the conflicting emotions of each participant in a BDSM experience. Get a glimpse of their lives, inner thoughts, and emotions as they commit themselves to completely trusting each other. Will you start with his point of view, or hers?

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

• Language: English
• Publisher: Will P Kirk
• Release date: Nov 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005031640

Will P Kirk

Kind of funny that while I can paint a whole world with words, describe characters to where you could probably pick them out of a line up, I hate describing myself.I like writing smut, and living vicariously thought my characters.hopefully you like what you read and if you do I thank you for the bottom of my heart, if not...well thanks for stopping by.

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The Weekend

By

Will. P. Kirk

Table of Contents

His Story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Her Story

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

His story

Chapter one Friday

I looked around the room, it was one of the dearest rooms in the hotel. While it wasn't as fancy as I had wanted it to be, it was the only hotel with a room that had everything I wanted available: big bathtub, a massive shower, and a four-poster bed. I made sure that everything was in place, and that I knew where all the items were. I didn’t want to have to waste any time looking for stuff or having to dig it out. I probably bought far too much, but I figured I would rather have stuff that doesn’t get used than wish I had gotten it and brought it with me. This weekend has been talked about to near death, and I was starting to get nervous that it wasn’t going to live up to her expectations.

She was a really old friend, had been since we were like twelve. It was weird that we had met on an online fan-fiction roleplay of the horror genre, but now neither of us really watched any. She was recently single, as was I. It was a first, really, for us to both be single. She had confessed to having a dream of being totally dominated. While I had no experience in actually really being a dominant, I figured that I would play along and tell her to come over. Teasing that I would give her a domination weekend that she would never forget. I fully expected that she would back out, telling me it was a joke or something.

To my surprise she took me up on the offer, quickly booking the flights once I promised my offer was genuine. While there was a good bit of time from when we talked about it originally, it gave us plenty of time to agree on some rules and what we were prepared to do and what lines we weren’t willing to cross.

At first the kind of things I was asking about doing and having her doing was pretty bog standard sexual stuff; but she never said no to anything. So, I started thinking up more and more complex scenarios and pushing boundaries but, again, she didn’t say no to any of it. The only thing I didn’t suggest was bringing in another guy or girl, I wanted the weekend to be about us.

We made a rule, which I didn’t want to agree to but it seemed to be a deal breaker, that it was one weekend only. After the weekend was over we would be back to just being friends. This was to be a friends with benefits one-time deal where she was willing to be, for lack of a better term, my sex slave.

I look at the handcuffs and ropes that I have brought with me. I had planned on having them on the bed before meeting up with her, but didn’t want to scare her off. I went down to the bar of the hotel and ordered a JD, ginger, and a splash of lime cordial. Then waited for my slave.

I saw this tall redhead come in and look around the bar hesitantly, as if unsure about where she should be or who she was looking for. I assumed that she was Jessica and she was even more beautiful than I imagined. The dress that she was wearing was perfect. I was very pleased to see that it was exactly what I had asked for; low cut, showing ample cleavage without being too slutty, and just past her thighs. I hoped she was also wearing red suspenders or tights, but I would find out about that later.

I finish my drink and move towards her, Hi, I say with a smile.

Hey, Jessica said, still looking unsure, but starting to smile back. I had hoped that she would recognize me straight away. Not that I am particularly memorable, 6-foot average build, starting to get on the heavy side and a face that could be easily lost in a crowd. But from the pictures that had been shared…I hoped that she recognized me.

Jess? I ask knowing full well that it was her now, she looked a million times better than any picture she ever sent me.

Her partial smile now bloomed full on her face as she nods and says, Yeah.

I saw that she didn't have any bags with her and smiled at this, as this was also part of the arranged instructions for the weekend. I did consider telling her no that David had sent me but couldn't bring myself to start things that way.

I take her hand as we move towards the bar and sit at one of the tables, I order food as I hadn't eaten that day yet, she declines, saying just a strong drink. I thought it odd, but didn’t linger on the subject. I eat while we make small talk and, while we knew each other very well already, I suppose it was a getting to know each other fresh period. We sit and have a few more drinks after I finish eating; eventually talk turned to the weekend and what we had planned.

So now you have met me, are you sure you still want to go ahead with the weekend? I ask giving her a very easy out.

Jessica smiled, Of course! Before asking, We are agreed on the safe words?

Of course, I wouldn't want to hurt you or make you do anything you weren't completely comfortable with. Once we go into the room we start?

She gulps and nods, smiling at me.

I go and pay and we meet back at the entrance to the bar. We take hands and walk to the room. I open the door then look at her and smile, Last chance, I say with a raised eyebrow.

She smiles and walks into the room, kicking off her shoes and turning around to look at me, What is your command my master? She says it with a devilish smirk while reaching out to take my hand.

I smile, walk in and close the door behind me, So, my little sex slave, you don't speak unless you get asked a question. You can only answer the question nothing else, understood? I use my free hand to gently caress her cheek with the back of my hand.

Yes, Master, she closes her eyes as my hand makes contact with her skin.

Good girl, I say smiling at her.

She smiles back and opens her eyes. Starting to blush, she lowers her head, but keeps her eyes focused on me, Thank you, Master.

I swiftly pull my hand free and slap her on the ass. She gives me a surprised look as she yelps. I smirk, I didn't ask you a question. You break the rules you get punished...the severity of the infraction and my mood will determine on the punishment. Understood?

She nods her head and breathlessly sighs, Yes.

I sit down on the chair, smile at her and say, So, let's start getting you out of those clothes. Take off the dress, and jacket.

She looks at me as she slowly lets the jacket slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She starts to untie parts of the dress, letting her hands linger, taking her time. She slips her shoulders out of the dress slowly pulls it down so it’s level with her breasts. She turns back to me as she slides the dress the rest of the way down. She bends over at the waist and lowers it all the way to the ground; giving me a wonderful view of her ass. The underwear that she is wearing is a nice pair of red lace panties and practically see-thru. She steps out of the dress and turns around, placing her hands behind her back again waiting patiently for my next instruction.

I stand up and run my hand up the inside of her arm, letting my finger brush over her bra. I place my hands on her shoulders and gently push down, Kneel down in front of me, I command. When she's kneeling in front of me, her hands automatically go to the zipper of my jeans, anticipating what my next command will be. I step back, taking myself out of reach, Now, now, I didn't tell you to help me, hands behind your back like a good little slut. I pull down my zip and pull out my rock-hard cock.

She places her hands behind her back as I step forward again running my cock from the top of her head, over her eyes, tapping it on her nose, then I place it in front of her mouth, OK, now you may open up and suck my cock.

She slowly runs her tongue over her lips, causing the tip of her tongue to graze my cock. She parts her lips and tenderly kisses the tip, turning her head to run kisses down the length of my shaft. As she works her way back up to do the same down the other side I bring my hands up to her face. I hold her still and slowly push my cock inside of her mouth, I said suck it not tease it. I move a hand around behind her head running my fingers through her hair. I gently pull her head towards me. Holding some of her hair, I start to move her head forwards and back on my cock, helping her with the motions. As she starts getting into it more, she moves her hands and starts to rub them up my leg.

I step back pulling my cock out of her mouth, it’s glistening with a mix of her saliva and some pre-cum. She whines at being denied something she was enjoying. Now, now, my little slave you weren't to use your hands, I say walking over to one of the dressers and lifting one of the lengths of ropes that I had in the room.

Put your hands behind your back again. I step behind her, leaning down to lift her arms. I bring her hands together and loop the rope around them tying a knot to secure them behind her back.

I move back around. My cock twitching as I stand in front of her, I take my cock in one hand and rub it over her lips. With the other, I push her head towards my cock, letting it slip back into her waiting mouth. Again, I use a grip on her hair to pull and push her lips along my cock. She quickly gets back into the rhythm of sucking me, a bit more aggressively without the use of her hands. As I get closer to cumming I start to slightly thrust against her.

She moves her mouth down my shaft and I tell her, between breaths, that I'm close to cumming and that I want her to swallow all of it. I place my hands on her head holding her in place as I push myself against her. I cum, shooting my load inside her mouth feeling it around my cock as she tries to swallow it. When I'm finished, I pull my cock out and use it to scoop the bit of cum that leaked from her lips. I let her lick the remainder from my still hard cock and she does so with a smile.

I lean down and kiss the top of her head, Good girl, and I help her to her feet. I move my hands behind her to remove the rope from her hands, then move my hands back round in front of her. Running my fingers over her bra. Running my hands down her body. Resting my fingers against her panties and playfully rub along the outer fabric.

Hmm these seem a little wet to me, I better take a closer look. Sit down on the chair and spread your legs over the arms, like a good little girl.

I help her down into the chair, and adjust her legs so they are spread over the arms. I position her hands, resting them on the arms of the chair, just behind her legs. I get more rope and use them to tie her arms and legs to the chair, holding her in position on the chair so she can't move.

I smile as I kneel down, Now let's see what's happened to these panties of yours. I run my finger over from one edge to the other. Oh yes, these definitely feel a little damp to me. Let's see if we can't make them a lot wetter I say. I start to kiss from her lower thigh all the way up to edge of the fabric of her panties. As I pass over them, barely being close enough so she can feel my breath, a soft moan escapes from her lips. I bring my mouth down against the other edge of fabric to kiss my way down her thigh once again.

I bring my hand up and run it along the edge of her panties before gently slipping it inside the fabric.  Sliding it across her pussy to the other side and pulling the panties to one side, exposing her now glistening pussy. I run my finger down her lips, and start to tap at the opening of her pussy. I tease my finger in and out of it, running my finger up to flick at her clit then bringing it down again. I start to finger her. I alternate between bringing my finger in and out to swirling it around inside her pussy, then removing it to rub her clit. I go back to barely tapping in and out of her pussy as the rhythm repeats and she squirms as best she can while restrained in the chair. I start to let my little finger hang down and tap it against her asshole, run it up to her pussy to collect some of her juices, then bring it back down to her asshole, wetting it with the juices from her pussy.

As I let my little finger slip inside her ass she let a moan escape her lips. Her pussy tightens on my fingers that are buried inside and she cums. I bring my glistening fingers out and take them up to her mouth, Taste yourself, my little slut,

I say as I rub her cum over her lips. She opens