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| Sept 2011 in Melbourne |
Sunday 2 October 2011
Teased and Fucked
Written 29/8/2008
The click of her heels echoed across the almost-bare room as
she approached the bed. Then silence.
He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in
vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at
this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she
was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of
the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on
his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him.
He whispered her name as a half-curse, half-plea. She laughed
softly, the sound of a woman who know she holds the power and know how
to use it. "Bitch," he moaned with another futile attempt to pull his
wrists loose.
She let him wait for her another few minutes. The
anticipation of what she would do was almost as arousing as her actual
movements. His hips rocked up off the bed, jerking upward when his
imagination couldn't take anymore.
She sighed. "You're too impatient." He gritted his teeth and
moaned again. She leaned down over his prone body. Her hair snaked
over his chest, teasing across his nipples, sliding down over his
tensed stomach. He felt her hot breath against the base of his neck.
She let him just experience this torture for several minutes, not
moving except to blow her breath against his skin and to
ever-so-slightly shift her hair over his sensitized body.
She waited until his breath hissed between his gritted teeth
and the tension was obvious in his forearms from pulling on the
bindings at his wrists, before she kissed him. She licked the hollow
of his neck, sliding just the tip of her tongue into that slight
depression before running it up one collarbone to his shoulder. His
moan only spurred her on. She did the same to the other shoulder.
Then she began with her teeth.
She nibbled on the projection of bone, so prominent since his
hands were tied above his head. He bent his knees, raising his hips
and thrusting into the air. She made a tsk-tsk sound once she caught
his movements out of the corner of her eye.
She pulled away from him and moved off the bed. "You know you
can't move until I tell you that you can. You didn't ask either." He
swallowed noticeably, his increasing heart rate in ample evidence by
the throbbing of his cock. She moved down between his spread legs,
kneeling between them.
"Please," he whispered. "Please what?" she demanded, her
fingernails dragging lightly over his thighs. First over the corded
muscle of the front of his thighs, then along the soft inner thighs.
She watched his chest rise and fall even faster with his increased
breathing, his arousal too much to hide any longer.
"You want it, don't you?" she asked, her nails going just a
little deeper into his already heated, taught skin. He moaned even
louder, beyond words. "You have to ask for it." His head thrashed on
the pillow, the muscles in his arms defined by his struggle against
his bonds. "you have to beg for it." She bent her head to lick the
skin she had just scratched, licking the red furrows of irritated
flesh. His legs fell limp to the mattress. His body began to shudder
with the force of his repressed climax. "You know you want it."
Scratch even deeper, higher on the inside of his thighs, followed by a
lick higher yet.
He arched his back, thrusting his hips into the air again.
This time she was prepared for it and held his hips down with her
hands. "No," she reminded him.
He tucked his head against his arm and she could hear his
faint whisper of, "Oh, God," in a repetitive breath. "Please, let
me--" his plea was interrupted by her tongue on the head of his cock,
running over it to collect the precum that had leaked out. A
noise somewhere between a moan and a scream escaped his throat.
"Please take me in your mouth," he begged, his pride driven into the
ground by his lust for this woman. She laughed, the sound scraping
over his aroused body like claws.
"You want me to do what?" she asked, making it seem as if
sucking cock was beyond her repetoire. He writhed underneather her
hands and tongue. She had driven him mad. Driven him to the point of
begging. But his blindfold had prevented him from seeing any part of
her. From seeing her hair spread across his chest, from seeing her
kneeling between his thighs, from seeing the look of control and power
on her face as she held him just on the brink of orgasm, but not
allowing him to cross the line.
She moved up closer to him, now holding his thighs apart with
her knees. She slid her hands, fingernails pressing hard into his
skin, up to cradle his cock between her hands, almost presenting it to
be licked.
His body went slack. His head fell back, mouth open with deep
breathing, his tongue sneaking over his dry lips intermittently.
"Please," he whispered, his voice tortured from his dry mouth. She
began to stroke him. His moan cut through the air, his hips jerking
upwards between her hands. "Do it," he demanded.
She pulled completely away from him. "You never demand," she
reminded in a voice that was meant to soften his cock, but only had
the opposite effect. He hissed, "I'm sorry. Please suck my cock."
"No," she answered. He heard her heels click on the wood
floor yet again as she walked up the side of the bed to lean down over
his chest again. She began to lick over his nipples, teasing him in
the same manner he was aching to do to her. Licking all around them
with just the tip of her tongue, then over the aroused skin. As she
did this, she began to stroke his bound arms, reinforcing the fact
that he was at her mercy.
He began a constant soft moaning, punctuated by a deep breath.
She climbed atop the bed, straddling his waist. He became aware of
the damp heat that was radiating from her pussy, steaming his
contracted stomach muscles. "Please," he begged, trying to move his
hips to slide himself into that inviting warmth.
"How much do you want it?" she asked, moving slightly down to
let him feel her damp pubic hairs against his skin. A spasm ran
through his body, so close to the breaking point, but not allowed to
go over.
He gave up his pride to his need. "Please fuck me . . . I
want your pussy around my cock, I want you to fuck me, ride me."
She slithered down his body to cradle his cock in her slit,
not taking him inside, but relieving some of his agony. "Oh, please,
please," he began to repeat, his head thrashing on the pillow,
slamming back and forth, his arms shaking with the strain. "If your
cunt doesn't surround my cock, I'm going to die."
That was closer to what she wanted to hear. "Now, remember,
you can't thrust until I say you can," she told him, moving to take
just the head and no more of his cock into her pussy. He screamed
with an agony of need and frustration. She slid two more inches
inside her. "You can't cum until I say you can." With that, she
slammed him deep inside her, all the way in. She was so wet, she left
a ring of juices around the base of his cock.
"Oh God, please let me cum, please," he murmured, his body
shaking more violently. He could feel her heels resting against,
almost digging into, the skin on his thighs. She didn't move except
to squeeze his cock as it lay inside her body. Squeeze, release,
squeeze, release. She stopped for a moment to allow his climax to edge
off, but then began to fuck him slowly, riding up and down like she
was riding a stallion at a walk.
"More, faster," he whispered. His pride lay in tatters on the
bed. He wanted her so badly, he couldn't think, and all he wanted to
do was cum up inside her wet little pussy. She began to move a little
faster, squeezing him constantly now, so it seemed as if he was
sliding into a virgin since she was so tight.
Her own climax was close, so she began to ride him with no
mercy, slamming him deep inside her. Her moans joined his. He felt a
flood of warmth and wetness around his cock when she came, her
fingernails digging and scratching into the skin of his chest.
"Please let me cum, I want to cum in your wet cunt, please," he
groveled. His climax was so close, he knew he was about to cum
whether or not she said he could.
She fell on top of his body, her heavy breathing against his
neck. She bit the skin at his shoulder and neck and whispered in his
ear, "Flood my pussy. Cum for me."
His cock began to drive up into her, pounding upwards. After
a few thrusts, she could feel his cum splash inside her. His climax
drove her to her second, cumming again around his cock, squeezing and
milking every drop from him. A scream of completion echoed in the
room as he pushed his last bit of cum into her drenched pussy.
They both lay limp on the bed, her on top of him. She reached
up and untied his hands, kissing him deeply as she did. He took his
blindfold off and, grabbing her head, kissed her again. Then he said
what he had been hoping to all night, but she wouldn't let him,
"You're a great fuck, wife."
she approached the bed. Then silence.
He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in
vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at
this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she
was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of
the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on
his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him.
He whispered her name as a half-curse, half-plea. She laughed
softly, the sound of a woman who know she holds the power and know how
to use it. "Bitch," he moaned with another futile attempt to pull his
wrists loose.
She let him wait for her another few minutes. The
anticipation of what she would do was almost as arousing as her actual
movements. His hips rocked up off the bed, jerking upward when his
imagination couldn't take anymore.
She sighed. "You're too impatient." He gritted his teeth and
moaned again. She leaned down over his prone body. Her hair snaked
over his chest, teasing across his nipples, sliding down over his
tensed stomach. He felt her hot breath against the base of his neck.
She let him just experience this torture for several minutes, not
moving except to blow her breath against his skin and to
ever-so-slightly shift her hair over his sensitized body.
She waited until his breath hissed between his gritted teeth
and the tension was obvious in his forearms from pulling on the
bindings at his wrists, before she kissed him. She licked the hollow
of his neck, sliding just the tip of her tongue into that slight
depression before running it up one collarbone to his shoulder. His
moan only spurred her on. She did the same to the other shoulder.
Then she began with her teeth.
She nibbled on the projection of bone, so prominent since his
hands were tied above his head. He bent his knees, raising his hips
and thrusting into the air. She made a tsk-tsk sound once she caught
his movements out of the corner of her eye.
She pulled away from him and moved off the bed. "You know you
can't move until I tell you that you can. You didn't ask either." He
swallowed noticeably, his increasing heart rate in ample evidence by
the throbbing of his cock. She moved down between his spread legs,
kneeling between them.
"Please," he whispered. "Please what?" she demanded, her
fingernails dragging lightly over his thighs. First over the corded
muscle of the front of his thighs, then along the soft inner thighs.
She watched his chest rise and fall even faster with his increased
breathing, his arousal too much to hide any longer.
"You want it, don't you?" she asked, her nails going just a
little deeper into his already heated, taught skin. He moaned even
louder, beyond words. "You have to ask for it." His head thrashed on
the pillow, the muscles in his arms defined by his struggle against
his bonds. "you have to beg for it." She bent her head to lick the
skin she had just scratched, licking the red furrows of irritated
flesh. His legs fell limp to the mattress. His body began to shudder
with the force of his repressed climax. "You know you want it."
Scratch even deeper, higher on the inside of his thighs, followed by a
lick higher yet.
He arched his back, thrusting his hips into the air again.
This time she was prepared for it and held his hips down with her
hands. "No," she reminded him.
He tucked his head against his arm and she could hear his
faint whisper of, "Oh, God," in a repetitive breath. "Please, let
me--" his plea was interrupted by her tongue on the head of his cock,
running over it to collect the precum that had leaked out. A
noise somewhere between a moan and a scream escaped his throat.
"Please take me in your mouth," he begged, his pride driven into the
ground by his lust for this woman. She laughed, the sound scraping
over his aroused body like claws.
"You want me to do what?" she asked, making it seem as if
sucking cock was beyond her repetoire. He writhed underneather her
hands and tongue. She had driven him mad. Driven him to the point of
begging. But his blindfold had prevented him from seeing any part of
her. From seeing her hair spread across his chest, from seeing her
kneeling between his thighs, from seeing the look of control and power
on her face as she held him just on the brink of orgasm, but not
allowing him to cross the line.
She moved up closer to him, now holding his thighs apart with
her knees. She slid her hands, fingernails pressing hard into his
skin, up to cradle his cock between her hands, almost presenting it to
be licked.
His body went slack. His head fell back, mouth open with deep
breathing, his tongue sneaking over his dry lips intermittently.
"Please," he whispered, his voice tortured from his dry mouth. She
began to stroke him. His moan cut through the air, his hips jerking
upwards between her hands. "Do it," he demanded.
She pulled completely away from him. "You never demand," she
reminded in a voice that was meant to soften his cock, but only had
the opposite effect. He hissed, "I'm sorry. Please suck my cock."
"No," she answered. He heard her heels click on the wood
floor yet again as she walked up the side of the bed to lean down over
his chest again. She began to lick over his nipples, teasing him in
the same manner he was aching to do to her. Licking all around them
with just the tip of her tongue, then over the aroused skin. As she
did this, she began to stroke his bound arms, reinforcing the fact
that he was at her mercy.
He began a constant soft moaning, punctuated by a deep breath.
She climbed atop the bed, straddling his waist. He became aware of
the damp heat that was radiating from her pussy, steaming his
contracted stomach muscles. "Please," he begged, trying to move his
hips to slide himself into that inviting warmth.
"How much do you want it?" she asked, moving slightly down to
let him feel her damp pubic hairs against his skin. A spasm ran
through his body, so close to the breaking point, but not allowed to
go over.
He gave up his pride to his need. "Please fuck me . . . I
want your pussy around my cock, I want you to fuck me, ride me."
She slithered down his body to cradle his cock in her slit,
not taking him inside, but relieving some of his agony. "Oh, please,
please," he began to repeat, his head thrashing on the pillow,
slamming back and forth, his arms shaking with the strain. "If your
cunt doesn't surround my cock, I'm going to die."
That was closer to what she wanted to hear. "Now, remember,
you can't thrust until I say you can," she told him, moving to take
just the head and no more of his cock into her pussy. He screamed
with an agony of need and frustration. She slid two more inches
inside her. "You can't cum until I say you can." With that, she
slammed him deep inside her, all the way in. She was so wet, she left
a ring of juices around the base of his cock.
"Oh God, please let me cum, please," he murmured, his body
shaking more violently. He could feel her heels resting against,
almost digging into, the skin on his thighs. She didn't move except
to squeeze his cock as it lay inside her body. Squeeze, release,
squeeze, release. She stopped for a moment to allow his climax to edge
off, but then began to fuck him slowly, riding up and down like she
was riding a stallion at a walk.
"More, faster," he whispered. His pride lay in tatters on the
bed. He wanted her so badly, he couldn't think, and all he wanted to
do was cum up inside her wet little pussy. She began to move a little
faster, squeezing him constantly now, so it seemed as if he was
sliding into a virgin since she was so tight.
Her own climax was close, so she began to ride him with no
mercy, slamming him deep inside her. Her moans joined his. He felt a
flood of warmth and wetness around his cock when she came, her
fingernails digging and scratching into the skin of his chest.
"Please let me cum, I want to cum in your wet cunt, please," he
groveled. His climax was so close, he knew he was about to cum
whether or not she said he could.
She fell on top of his body, her heavy breathing against his
neck. She bit the skin at his shoulder and neck and whispered in his
ear, "Flood my pussy. Cum for me."
His cock began to drive up into her, pounding upwards. After
a few thrusts, she could feel his cum splash inside her. His climax
drove her to her second, cumming again around his cock, squeezing and
milking every drop from him. A scream of completion echoed in the
room as he pushed his last bit of cum into her drenched pussy.
They both lay limp on the bed, her on top of him. She reached
up and untied his hands, kissing him deeply as she did. He took his
blindfold off and, grabbing her head, kissed her again. Then he said
what he had been hoping to all night, but she wouldn't let him,
"You're a great fuck, wife."
Saturday 1 October 2011
Unexpected
She walked through the door with her usual confidence and smile looking superb this particular evening for no other reason than just looking superb. She strode towards you wearing her thigh high PVC boots, PVC mini skirt and tight fitting PVC corset. She was a vision. Her submissive waited patiently for her as she walked towards him, hand extended. He greeted her with words and kissed her hand as was the protocol.She stepped back and look down at him. All of a sudden, She got a sense something was brewing within her submissive but could not put her finger on exactly what was different about him this evening.
She tilted her head slightly, puzzled, but let it go and turned to move into the lounge room, however, before she could take a couple of steps her wrist was grasped by her submissive’s strong hand. She stopped, turned her head to see what was happening and immediately saw the lustful look in his eyes…and it was not just the lusting look there was an intensity in the eyes as well. She looked down and saw his cock was hard – she had not noticed this when She arrived.
She said to him, what? He stood up immediately and towered above her. She met his full gaze, and said, what?
In a split second, he pulled on her wrist roughly which brought her beautiful body close to his naked one. His hand immediately moved to her throat and locked around it as he pushed her up against the wall. She looked up into his eyes, locked with them, as her breath quickened in shock and something else… something primal stirring within which she had not been felt in a very long time.
His hand tightened around her throat and she gasped for breath. “Stop” she managed to whisper but he tightened again. Her body flushed at this unexpected turn of events. She could take back the control of this situation she found herself to be in but was somewhat intrigued to see where this would lead. This turn of events happened within seconds, milliseconds.
He was so intense and his lips were curled almost animal-like. He was so strong and beautiful. Her alpha submissive.
He moved his other hand around the contour of her chin and brought his face closer to her. She was mesmerised by his boldness… it was so unlike him to behave in this manner.
Her sense of smell was heightened because of this unusual situation she found herself to be in… she could smell him, smell his body, smell his strength, smell his extraordinary power which she had never been witnessed before. She felt something shift within her and it was an incredible feeling to be in a position which she could be overpowered due to physical strength. Again this was all split second thinking whilst she pushed up against the wall by her submissive.
Holding her chin, he leans forward and kisses her mouth… firmly. Her mouth remains closed. He pushes his tongue against her lips, forcing her mouth open. He wins, her mouth opens and slowly responds to his lustful attention. His hand moves from her chin down to his breast and squeezes… hard. He had never touched in his way… it hurt, she endured. He moved his hand to other breast, found her nipple and twisted extremely hard. It hurt, and she whimpered. This brought a smile to his face and his eyes glinted, his breathing quickened as he twisted it again slowly and viciously. She whispered “stop” and he leaned forward and licked her face all over… then whispered “shut up, Mistress”. This shocked her, and she tried to push away from his body but couldn’t budge him away from her. His hand went immediately to her neck again and pinned her to the wall.
He whispers “Mistress, I am in the mood to enjoy you the way I want to for a change”. She looked up into his eyes with a touch of uncertainty reflected in her eyes. She was fighting with herself wondering why she was allowing him to take control.
He then ran his fingers through her hair until he got to the back of her, intertwined his fingers in her hair, twisted and pushed her down to her knees. She was not happy about this position but stayed there. He says “Now, Mistress how do you feel being on your knees in front of your submissive?” She refused to speak. He repeated the question. She still did not speak as she was horrified. Horrified that he had forced her into this position, and she was enjoying it.
She made up her mind to give him a good flogging at their next time together however she made the decision to continue with this ‘scene’.
She responded to his question with one word “interesting”. He slapped her face and said be expansive in your response to my question. She was stunned that he dare lay a hand on her in this way, stunned and speechless. She then responded: “well, its an interesting position to be in phil”. He says “but how do you feel being in this position?”. She says “I don’t like it particularly if you want an honest response”. He responds “well if you don’t like it, how come I can see your nipples protruding through your top, and the flush in your cheeks?”. She looked down and her body was indeed betraying her – she was excited. Shit! She looked back up and asked “may I stand up, phil?” “No, Mistress you may not” was his response. He let go of her hair, and took one step backwards.
He stared at her, his eyes unreadable. He continued to stare and she lowered her beautiful brown eyes as she was becoming uncomfortable with his gaze. She waited for his next move.
He instructed her to remove her PVC corset… slowly. She did so without hesitation. She was wearing a black lacy push up bra. He leant forward and began to caress the mounds. She sighed with pleasure and he immediately slapped the other side of her face. She squeaked and raised her hand to her face to rub it. Her eyes watered. He recommenced caressing the mounds of generous breast flesh. She remained quiet as he touched her expertly, gently but firmly. She liked it.
“Stand up, Mistress”. She did. Go into the lounge room and stand in front of the massage table. She did. Now remove your skirt, you sexy bitch. She felt a shock run up and down her spine. Did he really call her a sexy bitch? Shit! She followed his instruction and removed her PVC skirt. Now lean over the massage table, Mistress. “I am not comfortable doing this, phil”. “I don’t fucken care how you feel Mistress, just lean over the damn table now”. He grabbed her left arm and tied it to one end, then the right arm to the other end. Unexpectedly, he gagged her with a silk scarf. Now, she was nervous.
He began to run his hands up and down her lower body. She moved against his hands, she loved the feel of his strong hands and fingers. In the next moment as she was reveling in his touch, *whack* on her suspender covered arse. She winced in pain, and a muffled moan emanated from behind the gag. “Did you like that, Mistress?” In her head, she was yelling “Hell, No”. Instead, she shook her head. She felt him move behind her, felt a weight on the massage table, and next moment, *whack* again. She winced and gasped. Before she realised what was happening, a bare hand spanking ensued. Her arse was smarting in pain. This was not enjoyable at all. The pain was increasing. She felt hot – this wasn’t happening. Oh no! She fell against the Massage table for support. Her submissive continued to spank her very firmly. He says “Mistress, now you know how it feels to be spanked like you do me”. Her eyes were watering from the pain and she couldn’t even say a thing except murmur in pain. She wanted it to stop. He’d only been spanking her for five minutes.
He spoke and said “why do you think I am doing this, Mistress?” She couldn’t answer because she was gagged. He pulled her hair which raised her head, and repeated he question. Her eyes were glazed in pain, and she shook her head ha she did not know. He states “well, Mistress I thought you should experience being topped for a change”. “I’ve had a feeling you may enjoy the experience although I can see at this moment you are not enjoying it at all… but I am”. She heard him chuckle.
He continued to spank her with firms steady smacks. “OK Mistress lets see if you are enjoying this”. He pushes her legs open with his to expose her bare arse and pussy. He inserts a finger into her pussy and feels the wetness. Yes her body was betraying her again. “Oh, it appears my Mistress is loving the spanking”. He tastes his wet finger and says thickly, “yes you taste beautiful as usual my Mistress”.
Another five minutes of spanking ensued. She endured although her groans of pain continue to emanate from her gagged mouth.
He stopped and asked “have you had enough, Mistress?” She nods, yes.
He moves to untie both arms, she sags to the floor on her side. Her arse was red and sore. He ungagged her. Her mouth felt free from the restraint. He leant over her and she looked up at him. “Are you ready for our next scene, Mistress?” No, she said. “Are you sure, Mistress?” She remained mute but watched him closely to see what his next move would be. He told her to stand up. She did, slowly, as she felt tender, and a little fragile.
“OK, phil what’s next?” He gazed at her and slapped her face. “Keep your mouth shut until I ask you a question, Mistress”. She felt breathless and could not believe this was happening. She waited.
He placed his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, and pressed his lips down onto her lips, bruising her lips. She responded to the kiss. OK Mistress that’s enough sugar”. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the corner where restraints were hanging from the roof. He put her in both restraints but did not gag her this time. She was swinging slightly. He removed her bra and her back was completely uncovered. “Mistress, it is time for a flogging”. She nodded in resignation.
The flogging commenced. She screamed and whimpered as he continued to flog. It lasted fifteen minutes and she had begun to zone out. He stopped. “Mistress, have you had enough?” She nods slowly. She felt hot all over and wanted to rest. He undid her restraints and supported her as she fell into his arms. Her legs felt weak. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
She lay quietly on the bed and whimpered every so often. He covered her with butterfly kisses which were soothing for her. She fell asleep… for a few minutes.
She was pulled out of her sleep with from the probing of her arse. She moaned… a combination of pleasure and pain, well discomfort actually. Her submissive had turned her on to her stomach and was finger fucking her lubricated arse. She was totally enjoying this attention to her rear end as she had a bad feeling what was to follow.
“How’s my sexy hot bitch of a Mistress doing?” he whispered harshly in her ear. All she could do was gasp at being addressed in this manner. She was feeling really rather non-articulate this evening. The evening had turned out to be something totally unexpected. She had been overpowered by her submissive and it was still a little unsettling for her however if she was truly honest with herself, it was more than a little thrilling.
He continued to anally finger fuck her, and for her the pain and discomfort was subsiding as pleasure took over completely. “That’s it Mistress, revel in this pleasure”. She moaned softly into the pillow. “I have another surprise for you, Mistress”. “Do you want me to describe what I am going to do to you next, or should I just do it?” She turned her head to the side and whispered, “just do it, phil”. His fingers left her arse. They returned wet with lubricant and entered and explored her arse deeply. She gasped at the depth of those fingers and was thinking thankfully it was only fingers. She had only be fucked once anally and it had been an awful experience.
“Mistress, I have a choice for you and I want you to make a decision about which one you want to be fucked with?”. She turned slowly and lined up were all the dildos she normally used on her submissive. She thought – shit – no way do I want to be fucked by those monsters. And started to push herself up and away. Her submissive dived on her and pushed her back on the bed. “Not so fast, Mistress” “you will stay put and make a decision”. She yelled “No, I don’t want any of them”. Well, Mistress I thought I would give you a chance to choose but since you are being resistant, I will have to choose for you”. She looked directly into his eyes and said “if I had to choose, I would prefer your cock phil”. He laughed. “of course, Mistress, I would be happy to oblige but I will have to tie you to the bed and gag you just in case you change your mind”.
He tied her to the bed, stomach down, arms and legs akimbo. He placed a ball gag into her mouth this time. She felt very full in her mouth. Almost helpless. Not a great feeling at all.
She felt his weight between her legs then he pulled her arse up slight so he could enter her. She was tense. As he entered her, she whimpered in pain, it hurt. He pulled out, and waited for her to relax. He entered hera gain a little deeper. She whimpered but it wasn’t as painful. He pulled out, then entered and felt her start to relax as her arse muscles started to open up more. He began to pump into her and slowly she started to respond to his movements. She was moaning behind the gag. Her enjoyment was evident. Who would have thought. He fucked his Mistress and she could hear is growls of pleasure. His fingers holding her waist were tight and she fleetingly thought, I am going to be bruised.
He continued to fuck his Mistress for a little longer and unexpectedly he stopped and pulled out. She was so caught up in the sensations she was disappointed at his disappearance. His fingers inserted more lubricant into her and she was overjoyed knowing he was going to continue.
He lay on top of her and said “Mistress, since you couldn’t make a decision about the dildo cocks, I have decided to do so for you”. She froze. And tried to speak through the ball gag – “No, don’t you dare phil” – in a muffled way.
He laughed wickedly and she felt the hair rise all over her body. Shit!
He taunted her with the 8inch, 9inch and 10inch. She screamed in horror. “hm, which one should it be, Mistress?”. She was horrified and trapped. She kicked her legs and arms trying to get out of the bondage. She felt herself dribbling because of the ball gag. Her body was preparing for flight but she was restrained. She trusted him but she still wanted to escape.
“OK, Mistress I have decided to go gentle with you and let you experience the 8inch dildo cock”. She shook her head in protest. “Oh Mistress, I am sure you will enjoy it after the initial penetration”. She squirmed on the bed and in a muffled tone yelled “fuck you, phil”. “Oh but that is what I am going to do to you, Mistress, fuck you”. Again that wicked laugh.
She felt the tip of the dildo caress her arse. She struggled. She felt it enter the passage and screamed, a muffled scream. “Oh Mistress, just shut up and relax”. Oh was he going to pay for speaking to her in this manner, she thought viciously. He slowly pushed the dildo into her and she felt immediately full and knew she couldn’t handle anymore of its length or girth. He pulled out and there was such relief felt. He lubricated her more, then pushed the dildo in again. She squirmed but it was not as bad as the first time. He pushed and pulled, slowly, until she got used to its size and he felt her visibly relax. Her muffled screams changed in tone and pitch, she appeared to be enjoying the invasion of her beautiful arse. “See, Mistress, I knew you would like it”. She did not respond as she was not going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
He fucked her for a while and it was very pleasurable for her. After twenty minutes, he could see she was exhausted and stopped.
She lay still and even if she wanted to move she couldn’t. She had been spanked, flogged and fucked by her submissive and it was something she had never experienced before and had to get her headspace around what had occurred. Was she Angry? Annoyed? Shocked? Vengeful? Intrigued by her various reactions? So much to think about it but not tonight. She was too exhausted and what she needed now was a hug from her submissive. He untied her, removed the ball gag, turned her over, brushed the hair from her face, wiped the perspiration from her body, cleaned her pussy and arse, hydrated her, fed her from the fruit platter – all with tenderness, love and care. “I love you, Mistress”. She knew he did.
~10/11~
Yes...
She lay breathless above him.
He stared down at her.
She was hot and wet.
He was growling deep within his throat
She was mesmerised by his animal magnetism.
He wanted this beautiful woman very much.
She wanted him and her lustful eyes reflected her want.
He whispers “are you ready for me to demonstrate my lust and love for you”
She says, Yes.
Rough
I came across this story by M Rush and was so impressed with his creative writing, I had to share it with you. Thank you M Rush.
***
Why are you crying? Shut up bitch. I'm taking what I want tonight! I'm sitting here still amazed, as I reminisce about the harsh words that I said to you last night. It seems that every now and then to prove my love, I must sometimes become nasty and beat the shit out of you while I rape your asshole.
Last night was one of those nights where I felt it was time for some sexual bondage. As soon as you came home from work, I wasted no time grabbing you by the throat and throwing you to the ground. No hellos', no kisses to greet you. Just me taking firm control over your helpless body. "Do you want this dick?" "Beg for this dick women!"
Down on your knees, you beg for me to fuck you, because tonight, you could see the look of seduction as you gazed into my eyes. I gave you only a few seconds to undress or you would have to face severe punishment. Two seconds over my time limit requires a serious ass whipping. I pulled off my belt and began to spank you for your sins. You seem to love the physical abuse being handed to you. You began to get very hot as your screams turned into passionate moans with each blow I delivered. I whipped your ass with enough force to leave contusions on your body.
Your behind was red, but I didn't seem to care. "Next time when I tell you to do something you better damn well do it." "Can I suck your dick?!" "No" I said, since you still didn't deserve a taste of my hard cock. I wanted my dick in your mouth very badly. I could feel the same fire and desire that you felt. But I was determined to torture the hell out of you before giving you any of this hot beef injection.
My madness was taking over my usual calm persona. I now have my belt tied tight around your neck, as I look deep into your eyes. "Are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy says"! "Yes Sir", you said!
Still your words didn't convince me. Two hours prior to your arrival, I set the oven to broil, so I could rest your ass on top of the stove while I ate your pussy. Still bruised from your beating, the heat from the stove drove you mad, as I began to have my supper. Your pussy tasted very delicious! I had you screaming and creaming as I began nibbling then biting your clitoris. You can really endure pain honey, because even I could barely keep my hand on the hot stove that I made you sit upon.
My tongue was way deep inside your pussy which caused you to have convulsions. "You better not move", goddamit you better not move", I said to you. "If you even flinch, you will suffer the consequences". Just as I thought you would, you flinched. My tongue, and the immense heat from the oven made you loose control. I grab you by the hair, and admonish you as if you were my child. "I thought I told you not to move goddamit!" "I'm sorry sir". "Apologies will get you nowhere", as I sunk my fist inside your pussy hole to let you know I meant business. "It hurts Sam, God it hurts".
The minute you started to enjoy my fisting, I pulled it out not giving you the satisfaction of cumming just yet. I broiled a pot of hot water and kept it nice and hot for the possibilities of you disobeying me. I love taking cups of steaming hot water and pouring it on your naked body. Hot enough to make you scream, but warm enough for you to feel the sensation. I started licking your wet body down from head to toe. "Sam I'm starting to cum!" "You better not cum women, I'm warning you." I could feel the wetness of your pussy while I finger fucked you, still warning you at your attempts to orgasm. I'm now becoming partially annoyed watching you enjoy this punishment. In reality I love it, but my facial expressions remain as cold as the moment when you first walked in the house. With my two fingers fucking your pussy, you were begging for me not to stop. So of course, I stopped seeing that you were reaching climax.
"You think this is a game bitch", I say to you after seeing a smile on your face "No Sir", you tell me! Still your responses does nothing but make me want to take advantage of you even more. I give you a command. I tell you to go upstairs and maturbate, but still give the order of not allowing yourself to cum. "If you cum I promise to make you suffer". I stayed down stairs and jerked my dick thinking of the erotic episode we were in the middle of.
Ten minutes later, I come upstairs and opened the bedroom door to find what I expected to see. You made yourself cum in a matter of minutes, and now you must pay. I take my cigarette lighter off the dresser and burn the tip of your nipples as you yell with excitement. "You're going to learn to do as I say, or else". I can see the tears coming down from your eyes. But deep down you want me to continue my display of torture. Once again your cries turn into soft moans, as I let the fire burn on your left nipple a little longer to make you scream loudly. With my belt still around your neck, I pull on it and give you a command to "shut the fuck up!" Your cries can do nothing for you. I burn each nipple, since I indeed do love to taste them when their nice and hot. I give you the satisfaction of feeling my wet tongue cool your burning nipples as you continue to let out moans. "I thought I told you to be the fuck quiet." You just don't learn do you? Do I have to fuck your asshole until you shit on my dick? Well do I? "Please give it to me, give it all to me", you tell me! You are now hot enough where you deserve a big piece of my love.
My hard dick fucks the inside of your ass, while I pull on the belt that's wrapped around your neck. What a slutty bitch you are! You love it when I choke you and stroke you all at once? The more I smacked you on your ass, the more you seem to give me all the asshole I could handle. Since you love screaming so much, I bit you on your back as hard as I could to leave my mark. You are my bitch, and I got the teeth marks to prove it. If you ever gave my pussy away you would drive me further over the edge than I am right now.
"Do you like Jay", I asked you? "Did you like fucking Jay?' "No sir", you replied. I retort by saying, "You lying bitch"! The annoying thoughts of you fucking someone else made me fuck your asshole at a ferocious pace. I spread your ass cheeks open wider and give you all 9 1/2 inches of what you've been begging for all night. The tightness of your ass feels so good, almost as good as fucking your pussy. I hope you realize everytime you scream my name it makes fuck harder and harder. For a second there I thought I was trying to split your asshole wide open. Making your ass wet was one thing, but when I felt you shit on my dick, I knew I had did my damage. I take the belt from around your neck, and spanked your ass all the way to the bathroom. "Get in the shower and clean yourself up" I ordered. Since you have shitted on me, I have no other choice but to piss on you, I mean that's what you deserve, and that's what you're going to get! It felt as if I was cumming when I began pissing on your body. I think I could get use to this kind of shit.
You nasty whore, peeing on you only seems to drive you further into a rapturous state. My dick is still hard as a rock and ready to shoot a heavy load inside your pussy hole. I lift you up in my arms and place you under the shower while I fuck you as hard as I could. The water drowns out your screams as you spit into my face. That was a bad move you just made. Is this water hot enough for you, as I turn the knob up a little. You want to be so goddam bad, well this is what you get. This is much hotter water than previously, you really feel warm vibes as the water rains down on your beautiful wet body. I take the pain like a man, as you bite my chest so I could feel the pleasure and pain you felt.
Even after all your abuse, you still fuck with such vigor and confidence. Baby you are indeed the best fuck I've ever had. Nothing could compare to the feeling I get from my dick going in and out of your pussy. My hands caressing your ass, my legs weakening, but still refusing to let go. "Ouch bitch, you bit my lip and made me bleed." I release you from my arms only to choke you while I roughly kiss on your lips and make you taste my blood. Making love to you this way has me so excited! I choke you until you can't breath, then loosen my grip as you gasp for air. "What bitch, you can't breath with my hands around your neck?" "Well get on your knees and choke on this!" I draw my hand back as if to slap you if you didn't do as I say. You got on your knees and did as I command. With my dick fully erect, you grabbed it and slowly inserted it into your mouth.
First you started gently with the tip of my head, sucking and slurping on my hard cock like I ordered. Not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me moan with pleasure, I withhold all my sexual excitement inside, not letting my outside show how much I love your lips around my cock. You are able to get most of my dick deep down your throat, which was all that was needed to make me shoot cum right in your mouth. If you didn't swallow, I threatened to deliver a blow that would have made you wish that you did. Of course you know I could never hit you, but in my crazed state of mind, it would be unwise for you to disobey. Damn, you must like being tortured, because you swallowed some, but not all my cum like I asked. "Get out the shower bitch!" I take you to the bedroom and tie you up and blind fold you. Your ears become your vision, as you can only imagine what I have in store for you now. Your inquiries only made me gag you so I would no longer have to listen to your voice. I used my ole trusty nipple clamps to make you a slave to my every command. I put clamps on your nipples and stretched them to the point where you could feel the immense pain. "Will you learn to obey me women"? "I can't hear you!" I took away the gag from your mouth to hear incessant replies of "yes sir, yes sir!" I think that painful adrenaline rush made you a bit tired. You no longer had anything left. I untied you since I knew you were now mine for the taking. You were now ready for some passionate love making. As you lied helpless, and weak, I fucked your pussy for at least thirty six minutes. Driving my hard dick inside your pussy, with your legs behind your head. It gives me deeper penetration when I have your legs open as wide as I can get them.
You came at least three times during that short time span, making you fall asleep in my arms. I licked your beautiful wet twat as you slept. I just love the taste of your cum. Actually I Iove making you cum, it makes my day seemed fulfilled. I continued to stay awake with an erect dick, as I fondle my balls thinking of this beautiful night. It might be awhile before I get the guts to put you through anymore pain, even though I do somewhat enjoy being in control. You played the role beautifully. Sometimes I could tell by your eyes that you really weren't sure how crazy I could have been, especially when I brung up "Jay's" name. I finally fell asleep with your bruised body held tightly in my arms. But I could still feel the kiss you placed on my lips, later on, thanking me in your only little way for one hell of a night. I guess you truly indeed like it rough. I know I do! During our next episode, I promise to give it too you even rougher, if that's what your body truly wants.... What could we possibly think of next?!
***
Why are you crying? Shut up bitch. I'm taking what I want tonight! I'm sitting here still amazed, as I reminisce about the harsh words that I said to you last night. It seems that every now and then to prove my love, I must sometimes become nasty and beat the shit out of you while I rape your asshole.
Last night was one of those nights where I felt it was time for some sexual bondage. As soon as you came home from work, I wasted no time grabbing you by the throat and throwing you to the ground. No hellos', no kisses to greet you. Just me taking firm control over your helpless body. "Do you want this dick?" "Beg for this dick women!"
Down on your knees, you beg for me to fuck you, because tonight, you could see the look of seduction as you gazed into my eyes. I gave you only a few seconds to undress or you would have to face severe punishment. Two seconds over my time limit requires a serious ass whipping. I pulled off my belt and began to spank you for your sins. You seem to love the physical abuse being handed to you. You began to get very hot as your screams turned into passionate moans with each blow I delivered. I whipped your ass with enough force to leave contusions on your body.
Your behind was red, but I didn't seem to care. "Next time when I tell you to do something you better damn well do it." "Can I suck your dick?!" "No" I said, since you still didn't deserve a taste of my hard cock. I wanted my dick in your mouth very badly. I could feel the same fire and desire that you felt. But I was determined to torture the hell out of you before giving you any of this hot beef injection.
My madness was taking over my usual calm persona. I now have my belt tied tight around your neck, as I look deep into your eyes. "Are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy says"! "Yes Sir", you said!
Still your words didn't convince me. Two hours prior to your arrival, I set the oven to broil, so I could rest your ass on top of the stove while I ate your pussy. Still bruised from your beating, the heat from the stove drove you mad, as I began to have my supper. Your pussy tasted very delicious! I had you screaming and creaming as I began nibbling then biting your clitoris. You can really endure pain honey, because even I could barely keep my hand on the hot stove that I made you sit upon.
My tongue was way deep inside your pussy which caused you to have convulsions. "You better not move", goddamit you better not move", I said to you. "If you even flinch, you will suffer the consequences". Just as I thought you would, you flinched. My tongue, and the immense heat from the oven made you loose control. I grab you by the hair, and admonish you as if you were my child. "I thought I told you not to move goddamit!" "I'm sorry sir". "Apologies will get you nowhere", as I sunk my fist inside your pussy hole to let you know I meant business. "It hurts Sam, God it hurts".
The minute you started to enjoy my fisting, I pulled it out not giving you the satisfaction of cumming just yet. I broiled a pot of hot water and kept it nice and hot for the possibilities of you disobeying me. I love taking cups of steaming hot water and pouring it on your naked body. Hot enough to make you scream, but warm enough for you to feel the sensation. I started licking your wet body down from head to toe. "Sam I'm starting to cum!" "You better not cum women, I'm warning you." I could feel the wetness of your pussy while I finger fucked you, still warning you at your attempts to orgasm. I'm now becoming partially annoyed watching you enjoy this punishment. In reality I love it, but my facial expressions remain as cold as the moment when you first walked in the house. With my two fingers fucking your pussy, you were begging for me not to stop. So of course, I stopped seeing that you were reaching climax.
"You think this is a game bitch", I say to you after seeing a smile on your face "No Sir", you tell me! Still your responses does nothing but make me want to take advantage of you even more. I give you a command. I tell you to go upstairs and maturbate, but still give the order of not allowing yourself to cum. "If you cum I promise to make you suffer". I stayed down stairs and jerked my dick thinking of the erotic episode we were in the middle of.
Ten minutes later, I come upstairs and opened the bedroom door to find what I expected to see. You made yourself cum in a matter of minutes, and now you must pay. I take my cigarette lighter off the dresser and burn the tip of your nipples as you yell with excitement. "You're going to learn to do as I say, or else". I can see the tears coming down from your eyes. But deep down you want me to continue my display of torture. Once again your cries turn into soft moans, as I let the fire burn on your left nipple a little longer to make you scream loudly. With my belt still around your neck, I pull on it and give you a command to "shut the fuck up!" Your cries can do nothing for you. I burn each nipple, since I indeed do love to taste them when their nice and hot. I give you the satisfaction of feeling my wet tongue cool your burning nipples as you continue to let out moans. "I thought I told you to be the fuck quiet." You just don't learn do you? Do I have to fuck your asshole until you shit on my dick? Well do I? "Please give it to me, give it all to me", you tell me! You are now hot enough where you deserve a big piece of my love.
My hard dick fucks the inside of your ass, while I pull on the belt that's wrapped around your neck. What a slutty bitch you are! You love it when I choke you and stroke you all at once? The more I smacked you on your ass, the more you seem to give me all the asshole I could handle. Since you love screaming so much, I bit you on your back as hard as I could to leave my mark. You are my bitch, and I got the teeth marks to prove it. If you ever gave my pussy away you would drive me further over the edge than I am right now.
"Do you like Jay", I asked you? "Did you like fucking Jay?' "No sir", you replied. I retort by saying, "You lying bitch"! The annoying thoughts of you fucking someone else made me fuck your asshole at a ferocious pace. I spread your ass cheeks open wider and give you all 9 1/2 inches of what you've been begging for all night. The tightness of your ass feels so good, almost as good as fucking your pussy. I hope you realize everytime you scream my name it makes fuck harder and harder. For a second there I thought I was trying to split your asshole wide open. Making your ass wet was one thing, but when I felt you shit on my dick, I knew I had did my damage. I take the belt from around your neck, and spanked your ass all the way to the bathroom. "Get in the shower and clean yourself up" I ordered. Since you have shitted on me, I have no other choice but to piss on you, I mean that's what you deserve, and that's what you're going to get! It felt as if I was cumming when I began pissing on your body. I think I could get use to this kind of shit.
You nasty whore, peeing on you only seems to drive you further into a rapturous state. My dick is still hard as a rock and ready to shoot a heavy load inside your pussy hole. I lift you up in my arms and place you under the shower while I fuck you as hard as I could. The water drowns out your screams as you spit into my face. That was a bad move you just made. Is this water hot enough for you, as I turn the knob up a little. You want to be so goddam bad, well this is what you get. This is much hotter water than previously, you really feel warm vibes as the water rains down on your beautiful wet body. I take the pain like a man, as you bite my chest so I could feel the pleasure and pain you felt.
Even after all your abuse, you still fuck with such vigor and confidence. Baby you are indeed the best fuck I've ever had. Nothing could compare to the feeling I get from my dick going in and out of your pussy. My hands caressing your ass, my legs weakening, but still refusing to let go. "Ouch bitch, you bit my lip and made me bleed." I release you from my arms only to choke you while I roughly kiss on your lips and make you taste my blood. Making love to you this way has me so excited! I choke you until you can't breath, then loosen my grip as you gasp for air. "What bitch, you can't breath with my hands around your neck?" "Well get on your knees and choke on this!" I draw my hand back as if to slap you if you didn't do as I say. You got on your knees and did as I command. With my dick fully erect, you grabbed it and slowly inserted it into your mouth.
First you started gently with the tip of my head, sucking and slurping on my hard cock like I ordered. Not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me moan with pleasure, I withhold all my sexual excitement inside, not letting my outside show how much I love your lips around my cock. You are able to get most of my dick deep down your throat, which was all that was needed to make me shoot cum right in your mouth. If you didn't swallow, I threatened to deliver a blow that would have made you wish that you did. Of course you know I could never hit you, but in my crazed state of mind, it would be unwise for you to disobey. Damn, you must like being tortured, because you swallowed some, but not all my cum like I asked. "Get out the shower bitch!" I take you to the bedroom and tie you up and blind fold you. Your ears become your vision, as you can only imagine what I have in store for you now. Your inquiries only made me gag you so I would no longer have to listen to your voice. I used my ole trusty nipple clamps to make you a slave to my every command. I put clamps on your nipples and stretched them to the point where you could feel the immense pain. "Will you learn to obey me women"? "I can't hear you!" I took away the gag from your mouth to hear incessant replies of "yes sir, yes sir!" I think that painful adrenaline rush made you a bit tired. You no longer had anything left. I untied you since I knew you were now mine for the taking. You were now ready for some passionate love making. As you lied helpless, and weak, I fucked your pussy for at least thirty six minutes. Driving my hard dick inside your pussy, with your legs behind your head. It gives me deeper penetration when I have your legs open as wide as I can get them.
You came at least three times during that short time span, making you fall asleep in my arms. I licked your beautiful wet twat as you slept. I just love the taste of your cum. Actually I Iove making you cum, it makes my day seemed fulfilled. I continued to stay awake with an erect dick, as I fondle my balls thinking of this beautiful night. It might be awhile before I get the guts to put you through anymore pain, even though I do somewhat enjoy being in control. You played the role beautifully. Sometimes I could tell by your eyes that you really weren't sure how crazy I could have been, especially when I brung up "Jay's" name. I finally fell asleep with your bruised body held tightly in my arms. But I could still feel the kiss you placed on my lips, later on, thanking me in your only little way for one hell of a night. I guess you truly indeed like it rough. I know I do! During our next episode, I promise to give it too you even rougher, if that's what your body truly wants.... What could we possibly think of next?!
Sunday 4 September 2011
Bound and Fucked: 4/9/11
I’m feeling flushed with the plan I have for this evening’s scene. Tonight I have decided to wear my PVC outfit with fish net stockings held in place with a suspender belt and ankle boots. I arrive at his place, my heart beating slightly faster than usual, I enter the house and there he is, kneeling as is the protocol for my arrival.
He kisses my right hand as usual and tell him to wait for a moment while I put my bags down.
I picked up the item that was sitting at the top of my bag along with a piece of rope. I stand in front of my submissive and let him view me from the waist down, I place my hand under his chin and tilt his head up towards me and smile… immediately, I whip out the item I am holding in my left hand behind my back. My submissive is puzzled with the sudden movement and next minute is head is covered with a dark pillow case. My sub grunts. A rubber band is placed over this head down to his neck to keep the pillowcase in place.
I move behind him and push him down onto floor, kneel down, pull his arms behind his back and rope bondage the wrists. I can hear his breathing escalating, part excitement, part fear of this unexpected scene.
I whisper in his right ear, and say “are you ready for me, you dirty little bitch?” “it’s time for your fantasy”. I kicked him in the thigh to make my point of what’s to come. Then kicked him in the waist… just because.
I bent down and yelled at him to stand up but remain on his knees and walk on his kneels into the lounge room.
I then reach down and untie his hands from the back, all the while swearing at the bitch for being so fucken cute because everyone who meets him wants him. I handcuff his hands in front and tell him to bend forward.
I proceed to stand on his limbs, slapping him on his cute bitch arse, scratching his balls, flicking his balls, telling him he better fucken remain loyal to me, and only me for a long time and to not fuck me around… ever. He whimpers, “yes, Mistress”.
Before you know what’s happening, you feel your bitch arse invaded with my fingers and the insertion of lubricant. I hear your excited whimpers and I tell you to remain still as I pushed my 8 inch Strap on into you. There was no time for warm up, I push and your arse accepts the pain and pleasure of the Strap on cock. Your whole being has immersed itself into pure submission.
I proceed to fuck you, and interrogate you… simultaneously. Some of the questions are confronting but you managed to answer them all in order to satisfy your Mistress.
You squirm, so I pull out my cock out and insert more lubricant into you, then shove my big hard rubber cock back into you. I know you are loving it, and have you tell me how much. You respond: “yes, Mistress, I am dirty slut and this is the position I always want to be in, I am a dog, who needs to be at your feet always, and I will take anything you want to dish out to me Mistress”. “Hurt me, fuck me, use me, this is what I have always wanted – this makes me happy, Mistress”.
Mistress laughs because I know you, sub. I continue to pound you and you gratefully, or is that helplessly, accept the fullness, flushed with happiness and excitement.
Mistress is soaking from all the excitement of this scene. I pull out my Strap On cock and push you to the ground, to the side, and place your ankles into rope bondage. Your cock hardens right before my eyes. I remove my cock, and kick “my” cock with my boots, you grunt.
I sit on your face and wipe my wetness all over the pillowcase so you smell my scent through it. I hear you growling so I slap your face to shut you up. You grunt. And, so I slap your face again just for the pleasure of it.
I leave you so I can find something to drink. I am dehydrated and need water. I drink until I am satiated. I take a mouthful of water and spit it over your body.
I move to you again and pull out my metal, shiny, sharp implements – there is more wicked fun to be had although not so much fun for you but what can you do – you’re tied up and can only crawl around the floor to get away from me… slowly.
Now the real fun begins… did I mention, I like the colour… RED so let’s see how your skin likes that colour!
Sunday 28 August 2011
In excess
written 2/8/2008
There is something wrong with me. Or at least that is what I used to think. You see I cum. Not just a little bit, but I drench whatever or whom ever happens to be lower than my pussy when I cum. My past boyfriends used to give me a rash of shit whenever that happened and even picked on me in front of others. I think it was some sort of power play or something. A few guys I dated refused to finger me or eat me out since that's really the only time it happens.
For some reason it doesn't happen as intensely when they're fucking me with their cocks. My orgasms aren't as powerful when they fuck me. They still feel great, but not as intense as when they go down on me. That just about killed me. I absolutely love being eaten out. There is nothing quite like the feel of someone licking my throbbing swollen clit to orgasmic waves.
I can get guys at just about any time I want to. Don't get me wrong, I am far from being conceited, but I do look good. My dark brown shoulder length hair caresses my face, highlighting my mocha skin and deep brown eyes. I have a great figure and have been told so too. The hourglass look I guess you would call it. The problem I used to have was keeping a steady boyfriend after they saw how explosively I came. Notice I said used to.
I found one at last! It takes me a while to get to the point where I'll let him go down on me. Not because I don't want it, but because I don't want these guys running off with their tail tucked between their legs. I think it was about a month after seeing him on our first date that I let him go down on me:
We had come back to my place after a great date. He took me to one of the local Italian restaurants, Lillian's, which is my favorite place to eat. Then we caught a movie.
He sat down next to me on the couch. The sexual tension that existed between us as I flipped through the pre-view channels could have been cut with a knife. We'd had sex before, but for some reason tonight was really intense. After a few of flipping through the channels and making idle chit chat he laid his hand on my thigh and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues intertwined almost instantly and as our kiss deepened he slowly worked his hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt. He continued to kiss me, increasing his body weight against mine until I was pushed back into the couch as I could go. His hand found the crotch of my panties and aptly slid them past the elastic band to my already soaking wet pussy. The moan that escaped my lips surprised me and urged him on in the same breath. I couldn't believe I was about to blow it with him. Every other guy was disgusted with my gift to cum, why shouldn't he be any different. What the hell, at least I'd get to explode.
He began rubbing tenderly against my lips, finding my swelling clit, rolling his fingers across it all the while deepening our kiss. I quivered slightly and felt goose bumps rise over my skin. My heart began to race as I felt his fingers find my swollen clit.
He then broke off our kiss and climbed down from the couch, lifted up my skirt and pulled off my panties. He trailed kisses down over my jaw line, to the side of my neck, his tongue dipping out, tracing down my skin slowly. I slid my hands over his shoulders and to his upper back. My clit was throbbing, aching in anticipation. I loved his touch and lost myself in it, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time.
I rocked my hips against his hand, my clit rubbing against his finger. Mark 's eyes lifted up to mine then brought his mouth to my soaking wet cunt. I smiled down at him; my body was aching for this release. He'd been warned and dismissed it. He was in for a bit surprise.
I whimpered as I felt his tongue touch my clit. I tilted my head back, my long, dark brown hair spilling over my shoulders and closed my eyes. Mark's tongue entrapped my clit, pulling it between his lips as they puckered around it, suckling softly.
His sucking became more intense, his licking grew faster, and my moans grew louder. I was getting closer and closer: about to explode!
I began to quiver all over, my heart racing, my stirring getting much more intense. I began to grind my hips against his face. Mark nursed against my clit, pinning it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, his moans escaping from his lips, vibrating against me. I could feel my climax start to rush over me and the pressure inside my wetness intensified until I couldn't hold it back any longer!
I exploded all over Mark, covering his face, head, shoulders and the rest of his body as my cum came showering down on him. My body was tense from the strength of my peak.
He didn't move, he kept right on licking until he felt me begin to relax a bit.
As he took his mouth from my clit, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and smiled at me.
"Damn girl, you weren't kidding."
At first I was getting ready to say goodbye to him but he spoke before I could. He asked me when we could do this again! The man was completely covered in my cum. The carpet would have to be cleaned, since a nice sized puddle had formed around him, not to mention the other puddle about two feet passed him where my unblocked flow landed.
I couldn't believe it. I found a guy I liked and he didn't mind my talent. This one is a keeper!
Spanking
Written 29/1/2009
Now I knew she was serious. She ignored me as I disrobed. I was a little slow to see what she would do, "Hurry up! What do you think this is anyway, bitch . Get those rags off and in that bag!"
Now I really knew who was in charge. I placed them in the extra garbage bag that was inside the plastic pail, tied up the sides in a granny knot, and raced into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to a nice warm, strong stream, and began washing my hair. Soon, I was washed, cleaned and shaved.
I vigorously dried myself, combed and dried my hair, and brushed my teeth. As soon as I opened the door, I was grabbed and faced toward the bedroom door. "You barely made it, bitch. Don't turn your head. Keep your nose to the door. You are my bitch now, ."
I listened for Mistress Neta as she walked away from me. She went into the bathroom and took a shower herself. I knew better than to move. I was never sure when she might be looking. Even though the water was on, I couldn't be sure she wasn't in the shower. It seemed like a long time. I could see out the peep-hole and felt very exposed as I watched people pass by and enter and exit their rooms. What seemed like a long time was probably not. About 30 minutes later, I heard Mistress Neta's voice behind me, "Don't move . I'm putting a blindfold on you."
This was no ordinary blindfold. First, Mistress Neta put a sleeping blindfold over my head. These blindfolds are usually used to sleep in. And, they are quite effective at keeping the light out. But, next, Mistress Neta put a bandana around the blindfold and tied it snugly on my head. "There, that should keep you deprived of your sight, bitch."
"Now, put your hands behind your back." Soon, I heard the tell-tale click of handcuffs and felt the cold metal against my skin. "That should keep your hands from getting into trouble. And these should keep you from running away." The next feeling I had was what felt like handcuffs on my ankles. This confused me. I knew none of the handcuffs I had would even fit!
"These are leg-cuffs. I bought them from a supplier. When you walk, take small steps. There is only about two feet of chain between them. I don't want you falling. I can't damage my property."
"Now, turn around bitch. Slowly. I'll guide you." Mistress said.
Mistress Neta was treating me, truly, like a bitch. As soon as I was turned sufficiently, Mistress Neta stopped me. Then, I felt something rough around my neck. It was a collar. It felt skinny, but big enough to be a dog's collar. Soon, a leash clicked into place around the front of my neck.
"I will lead you now. Follow the pull of the leash, My bitch, and you will be quite safe."
Following the leash, I had no idea where I was going. Soon my cock clit began to enlarge and grow to a full erection.
"Now, sit back . There is a chair behind you. When you sit, make sure your knees are parted."
I moved back, hesitantly, until the front of the chair bumped the backs of my legs. Now I knew where I was going. The feeling was reassuring. I sat down and spread my legs as asked. My handcuffed wrists stuck out behind the back of the chair.
"Now," Mistress Neta announced, "to instill your total subservience to Me. You'll have to be trained. And, I enjoy training My boys through spanking. You won't be disappointed. 20 strokes ought to be enough, but, to make sure, I think I will write down some numbers on pieces of paper and let you pick the additional strokes that should make you remember your spanking."
I know Mistress Neta is REALLY serious and my cock clit responds by getting as hard as I think it has been in quite a while. But, how was I going to pick those pieces of paper?
Soon, I found out. Pressed into my face was a hat. I couldn't figure out what kind of hat it was since I hadn't worn any. But, that's what it was. "Open your mouth and grab a piece of paper, . There are five in there." Mistress Neta shook the hat a little and replaced it over by face. I opened my mouth and found nothing. So, I stuck out my tongue and touched a piece of paper, brought it to my lips and held on. I signalled that I had one.
"Ok, let's see what we have here." Mistress Neta took the paper from my mouth and giggled. "oh bitch , you are going to get it. This is pretty good. This piece of paper has the number 20 on it! You will be getting 40 on the pussy arse. After this spanking, you will truly serve Me as will be expected of you.
Mistress Neta began tugging on my leash. I got the signal and stood. "What's next Mistress Neta?"
"Did I give you permission to talk, bitch? I don't think I did. How would you like to pick another number out of the hat?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so, . Consider that a warning."
Mistress Neta then pushed me from behind so that my calves met the bed. I wasn't sure what side. She helped me up to my knees on the bed. "Now, I have planned this for quite some time, as if you didn't notice. In front of you are three instruments. One will be my hand. The other will be your very own belt. And the third will be a paddle. They don't lay in order in front of you. You will pick a number from 1 to 3. I will then pick that instrument from right to left using the number you give me. I will then use that instrument to give you your well earned spanking. Now pick, My bitch ."
This was very interesting and exciting. Not only was I being deprived of most of my senses, I was having to pick my own outcome in this punishment! I was in control of my destiny yet, Mistress Neta was in total control. It was driving me wild.
I have not experienced anything like this. It was erotic/semi-humiliation/and very exciting.
I was apprehensive. I could pick any number, and it could be anything. I decided not to waste any time and anger Mistress Neta. So, I picked number two.
"Ah, you got lucky. It is only the paddle." Only the paddle!?! Oh my…
Mistress Neta stood me up and began to tease me. She knew how much I like my cock clit stimulated in any way. She gently caressed my balls and traced her soft fingers around the head of my cock clit. Pre-cum had already oozed out the tip, but she spread it around to make room for more to come.
Surprising me, Mistress Neta sternly turned me around and unfastened the handcuffs. But, before I could do anything, she left my right wrist secured, brought my wrists in front of me, and relocked the handcuffs. Then, I was bent over Mistress Neta's knees. I was beginning to get apprehensive.
Mistress Neta carefully made sure my cock clit was between her knees. I could tell she was naked, and enjoying herself. Even though I couldn't see, I knew she was smiling. And, she was enjoying this. So was I.
The first 'blow' fell with a resounding SMACK. It didn't hurt too much. But, no sooner than I began to think about how intense it was, another fell *SMACK*. Gradually, Mistress Neta paddled my pussy arse, slowly increasing the intensity. All through the spanking, Mistress Neta made sure to move her thighs about, mostly up and down. This was sheer torture for my cock clit which was buried between her chocolate thighs. Several times I came close to cumming...she knew it. And, she laughed each time. By 30, I was praying she would stop early. But, she didn't. She prolonged my anxiety. At 30, she slowed the pace of her 'blows' waiting for a random amount of time between each one. She also made each stroke much harder. At 38, she warned, "Now, these last two are going to be quite hard. Don't move...or I shall have more fun with you later on, bitch ." As promised, the last two were quite hard. However, they probably felt worse than they actually were after all the others I received.
She let me recover a few minutes and caressed my red pussy arse rubbing in what I thought was baby oil. My pussy arse was hot, but it was going to be soft too.
Mistress Neta again guided me to my feet. This time, I was led to a bed. Carefully, Mistress Neta helped me lie face up on the bed. I heard Mistress Neta enter the bathroom. The wait was terrible. But soon, Mistress Neta was back...
Saturday 27 August 2011
The Squeeze
written: 28/8/11
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| Strong hand for squeezing |
I pulled his head closer and sucked on his tongue. I pushed my tongue to invade his mouth. He loves when I do this. He gasped with pleasure, he mewled in pleasure. I pushed him on to his back and pushed my body weight down on to his chest. He gasped again. His breathing constricted by my weight. My hand went around his throat and squeezed… I repeated this action three times and each time he gasped for breath. His face was flushed with the excitement, his cock had grown harder underneath me. Oh the excitement for him. Feeling my power. His head was still hanging over the bed and I observed his excitement showing in his face; his murmuring, panting, gasping and mumbling of my name repeatedly.
I slid down, leaving a wet trail down his stomach. His cock was rock hard beneath me and I slowly lowered my Royalness down on to his cock. It was pure heaven as I felt the envelopment of his cock. He moaned loudly. My hand went around his neck again and squeezed and I felt him spasm within me. His eyes were large with lust, his tongue was licking his lips as he continued to moan with pleasure. What a rush.
I rode him for a while. The sliding of my Royalness down his pretty little cock was divine. Up, Down, Up Down. Slowly at first as I watched his eyes, watched his passion, watched his love for me. He loves to feel my physical strength, my sexual power.
It was exquisite. I sat back and pushed down onto his cock and felt it go deeper within me – that was fucken awesome. He kept whispering “Mistress, Mistress, you are the best Mistress in the world.” I leant forward, stared into eyes, leant back, then proceeded to fuck him fast, hard and fast. He was panting and mewling with excessive excitement. I kept fucking him fast and brought myself pleasure – it was a beautiful orgasm. After all, it was all about my pleasure.
After I climaxed, I raised myself off him – after all, no need for him to orgasm this was my pleasure scene. I smiled at him, kissed him and then strode off to the toilet to release my bladder. Aah very satisfying.
Sunday 7 August 2011
My beautiful slave...
written 9/3/2009
I push you up against the wall, spread your pussy arse cheeks, lubricate My fingers, insert My fingers into your pussy arse, and when you are stretched just enough I slowly work My whole hand into you. You yelp, stiffen but endure. I fuck you fast and hard but steadily whilst pulling your delicious cock clitty. You moan, groan, sigh, pant, whimper, and murmur for more...you want more… My bitch, My slut I want to hear you scream and yelp in pain which I know will eventually transform into pleasure… when you finally relax and enjoy your Mistress’ devoted attention to fucking your pretty pussy arse, I remove My hand, direct you to turn around, extend My hand towards you and order you to lick it clean of all your shit while I continue to caress your cock clitty… you moan with pleasure – you know it is such an honour to suck My fingers and proceed to lick My hand clean all the while entranced while I look into your eyes… and all the while you think how you love the extreme intensity Your Mistress brings to our fuck sessions…
Lucy...
written 18/12/2009
Undress for Me, bitch lucy, lean up against the wall, hands down by your side, push your pussy arse out for Me and spread your legs...let Me see your pussy balls hanging
Undress for Me, bitch lucy, lean up against the wall, hands down by your side, push your pussy arse out for Me and spread your legs...let Me see your pussy balls hanging
now tell Me that you want My Strap On cock, bitch lucy... and you want some rough fucking... hard fucking... extreme fucking… you want to feel your Mistress inside you... I move up behind you.... and slide my fingers into your pussy arse... your pussy arse is stretched a little more... and your Mistress can push four fingers in a lot more easily now... you push your pussy arse outwards meeting My sliding fingers…
As I fuck you in your pussy arse and pull your cock clit, you find it difficult to remain upright against the wall, you start to pant from the pleasure your Mistress is bringing... I allow you sag again the wall... but continue My relentless aggressive fucking of your pussy arse, bitch lucy… you are now screaming and you are close to orgasm... I pull My fingers out of your pussy arse, and cease pulling your cock clit... I move away… your disappointment is obvious…
Your pussy arse is shining from the lubricant... your cock clit is wet from the precum you are producing... you are panting.... you are pleading with your eyes for Me to finish you off... I stand and watch you yearning for more of My love... My truly magnificent love fucking
You groan aloud, whispering for Me, your Mistress, to push My whole hand into you.... “please its what I want... its want I need”... My hand is well lubricated just as your pussy arse is... and I slowly push my hand into your arse... and you squeal from the pressure and pain encompassing you... yet you push your pussy arse out to meet My fist...I proceed to fuck you hard and fast, My delicious bitch...
Visualise... half My arm up deep inside your pussy arse... hard and fast...as I fuck you I reach around to your very hard cock clit and start pulling it... You are thrusting back and grunting with intense excitement... your cock clit is saturated with precum…it is streaming everywhere… slut.
You crawl towards Me...
I command you to move on to the plastic sheet, remain still down as I position Myself on your pussy arse. I commence to piss My Golden Nectar down the crack of your pussy arse - long and hard – My bladder is rather full and I need somewhere to piss... so why not on you, My toilet bitch...
As I piss, I command you to pull your cock clit hard and fast... obediently, you do... although with a little difficulty as you are trying to balance on 3 limbs and pull your pretty cock clit simultaneously – I continue to piss down your pussy arse... My piss enters your arse since it is stretched from the fist fucking... and you are screaming like the bitch that you are.... screaming in total pleasure that is... when I have finished... I kick you over onto your back, you are now bathing in My piss, I sit on your face... while you are still pulling your cock clit... you lick my thighs and My Royal Pussy clean... well, as clean as you can since there is Golden Nectar everywhere.... you pull your cock clit, grunt, albeit a muffled grunt, due to My Royal Pussy smothering your slut mouth... you suck and lick Me, and then I whisper “you may cum now, slut” .... you cum explosively... My next words are…”and of course, you know what to do next, My dirty slut bitch, bitch lucy, – don’t you?”. mmmmm
I want...
written 26/7/11
I want to beat him – definition of “beat”: face slapping, kicking him, stomping him with my high heels, pinching him, punching him, strangling him, biting him, and clawing him.
A darkness resides within me but it is necessary to keep it restrained… I know I have the power to hurt, even harm… I don’t want to but I so want too!
I look at him, and he is too beautiful to hurt the way I want to so I will enjoy him in other ways… milder ways, tamer ways, softer ways because he is… extra special.
Tuesday 19 July 2011
The Pub
The Pub written by bill on 18/7/11
Story for my gorgeous Mistress Neta
"The Pub ", no exciting name, no bright lights, just "The Pub" Extinct of a view to an energy filled bar or an inviting windowed door where you are eased into an atmosphere. No this place, old school, the actions and people all hidden from view.You know what it is like, opening the door to places like this. The eyes, ears, nose and skin all smacked with a change to the senses instantly.
Katherine did not like what see saw but all the excited eyes definitely widened slightly by her sight. She thought she could have worn a more exposing outfit but knew she was in her prime and just about anything would get a males attention. Her clothes were actually toned down compared to her normal atire. She could not go without her shoes though. Black studded leather shoes with five inches of stiletto that hammered the wooden floor with a sound that makes mere males go weak at the knees. Black fishnet stockings, always catching the imagination. Men always wondering their style, higher up the leg away from prying eyes. These disappeared quickly as Katherine was wearing a black tight fitting skirt that almost reached the knees. So tight men could see the muscles in her cheeks working as she walked past to the bar. A bright red collared buttoned blouse, tailor fitted, tapering in to essenuate her thin waist. A couple of buttons were undone. Did not look as if they could ever be done up ! Breasts were tightly pushing into the blouse. Her black hair falling to her shoulders, increasing the intensity to the colour of her red gloss lipstick.
She ordered a bottle of red wine, two glasses and tried to fine a quite table.
It took Katherine a long time to make this isolation around her at the corner table. Five or six men had approached with all their pathetic one liners and she had politely but firmly declined their advances that would have continued in bullshit. Each male rushing back to their pack to be jeered and stirred about their failed plans. Two other males had approached, alone, they may have only wanted conversation. No tonight was not the night for conversation. She watched one trail off back to his lonely table and pull out a keno card and try to busy his life with other thoughts. The other, back to the bar to drown his failure. Oh there were others, older men with big mouths who "only wished they were younger" swarking like Heckle and Jeckle. Others again defeating themselves by her sheer strength of form. Looking at her tight body bill-boarding her beauty, but showing underlyings of strength and determination. A jaw line showing maturity though no simple transgression to the neck. A sharp form of bone and muscle enforcing that the natural resting place of this head is held high. Men convincing themselves that she would only be trouble. These men giving her the largest freedom of space.
Katherine looked into the window, looked into that 2mm thickness of glass, the dished and ridged surface of the privacy glass doing it job. She noticed a ridge would hold no image, the dished area greedily taking more than what it could hold, distorting the image. Is this my brain Katherine thought. A life of events pushed aside into ridges never to be processed again. Forced away by the dishes of memory that when reflected on, over and over, continue to grow. Katherine was here tonight because of a hungry dish growing, perhaps the biggest dish in her mind. Could this be distorted like the surface of the window. No ! These things did happen to her ! They happened 12 years ago and no, there was no distortion, they were as terrible then as the memories are now.
Katherine looked at a brown cigarette infested sticker on the window "Darts comp, Wednesdays 7.30pm" Knew she didn't have to look around to know there was no dart board here. Mangled and buried on the tip floor was her guess. This place, nothing changes, thats what these old men want. Five years time I will be sitting here, shick surrounds in a modern wine bar. Another sticker with the same hue "Bob Fields, Auto Electrician registered, friendly service, quick repairs" Katherine could see the phone number didn't have the modern prefix so judged the sticker to be 15 years old. Wondered, if she rang the number with the new prefix added what type of business she would get. Old Bob is probably six feet under clutching that dart board.
Katherine knew he was here now. Could hear his arrogant cocky voice. Yes thats right, talking about her, could get her phone number and more, after the others had tried. "She is waiting for someone and you have no hope" they told Gerald. She would say the same to him, for sure he wouldn't accept that, the arrogant pig and continue with his dribble.
"You look pretty lonely there honey, would you like some company ?"
"No thank you, I am waiting for someone"
"Well here I am sweetheart, you have found me"
"No I am serious, I have already ordered a bottle of wine to share with that person"
"I heard you have been waiting here a while. Looks like they are not turning up ! I wouldn't keep you waiting this long !"
He sat down. He sat down with his half full beer. He had aged. Naturally, it was 12 years ago. He would have been revolting anyway but now his facial skin was full of red veins, as was his eyes. Too much piss and gasping for breath between words to his bullshit.Katherine thought this stage would never end, a stage of many. A crucial stage. It could not be rushed.
"Stop dribbling bullshit and drink your beer" Katherine was thinking. She didn't have to put on any charisma, just listen. This male was fully self obsessed.
"I'll get another beer"
"You might as well have a drink of wine. Looks like you're right. I have been stood up and couldn't drink it all myself"
"Not that shit, I don't want that crap !"
" Oh please, it will make me happy and who knows what will happen then"
" Hm.....pour me one then sweetheart.......God that tastes like shit, don't know how you women can drink this crap"
"It's only because you have had a beer before hand. Have another sip. Taste better now ?"
"Not really, bit will help you drink it"
Gerald decided to get the torture over and done with and sculled the full glass.
"There ! Going to get another beer"
Katherine was shocked ! God, only have half an hour and he will be passed out. Got to get moving.
"Gerald, I can't hear you properly here, my place is a bit quieter. I so love listening to you"
" Hold the beer boys, Gerald is heading home" pointing at Katherine
All planned to a tee, Katherine has it, just didn't realise it would be happening so quickly. Gerald has the passenger unlocked for him and settles into the seat beside her. This is the closest he has been to her and can smell her perfume strongly. Closes his eyes to breath in her beautiful scent.
Opening his eyes, he expects to see the lights of other cars as they move along. A blur. A gray blur. Too close to focus. Pulling his head back he realises he is on the floor looking at carpet. Gray carpet. His hands are cuffed ! Not just wrist to wrist. Wrist to elbow joint, wrist to elbow joint. Can feel the stretch in his pectoral muscles. A leash leading away from his neck, lying on the floor. " Am I collared as well !" Gerald to his astonishment also realises his feet are shackled !
Thought process. This is a practical joke ! Who's house is this. A friends house, but nothing looks familiar.
Stilettos on the wooden floor.
Katherine ! Though not Katherine. Now the hair is tired back, the red blouse is replaced by a black latex top and the black skirt is replaced by a shorter latex skirt. The fishnet stocking are still ther. They go right up to Katherine's waist.
" What the fuck, let me out of here !"
Katherine grabs the leash and pulls Gerald to his knees. Smack, across the face.
"You treat me with the respect I deserve dog !"
"I'm not having any of this crazy shit. Untie me bitch !"
Smack, stronger with a lasting sting.
"Fucken crazy bitch !"
Smack, strong enough to make Gerald pause and think about the situation.
"I am in control now and you will be taught a lesson. You will respect me and grovel at my feet when I am finished with you prick.....Mistress Katherine to you, you fucken shit !"
Gerald tries to struggle, realising very quickly Katherine easily has the upper hand. Another smack and he realises he will have to obey until he gets his chance.
"Right, you probably don't remember me from 12 years ago but you stuck that prick into me without asking shitter !"
Katherine kicks at Geralds cock while holding him by the leash. Luckily for Gerald the kick only had intent to bring Geralds cock to notice.
They are in a living room, who's Gerald is not sure. Katherine's he supposes. Katherine reaches for a brown paper bag in the side table.
"Now it is my turn to stick this cock into you without asking !"
Katherine doesn't pull the cock from the bag. Instead, holds the cock in front of Geralds face and removes the bag, just like a magician removing a rabbit from a top hat. "Da Dah !" All to good effect. Geralds eyes bulge. It is black and nine inches long ! It even has it's own balls and life like veins. Gerald can feel the blood boiling in his veins. He can't take this, he has to escape ! Without warning he rises from his knees, but before he can fully extend to his feet Katherine kicks him in the chest. Not balanced, Gerald flys to the floor crashing heavily, not having his arms to cushion his fall.
"God she is quick !"
Then the feeling of welts on his back. Katherine had a flogger close by and as soon as Gerald hit the floor she started using it to good effect ! Ten flogs in ten seconds ! "Oh ! fuck stop please !"
"Turn over and face me worm"
Gerald struggles to roll over. Katherine's stiletto shoe approaches until it blurs. He can feel the sole placed firmly on his cheek. Removed. The arch of the stiletto ia then over Geralds neck. Pressing.....pressing.
"You will learn to obey me"
"You will learn to be obedient......your answer Gerald ?"
"Yes.......yes Katherine"
"Mistress Katherine.......Say it !"
"Yes Mistress Katherine"
"Right on your knees ! Head down "
Gerald feels cool lube on his arse and Mistress Katherine's finger pushing it into him, prying him open. Gerald has never been penetrated before and beads of sweat are building up even before the stress of the huge black dildo can be felt.
"Don't worry Gerald, you'll learn quickly. You better learn quickly for your sake "
Now no longer the feeling of Mistress Katherine's warm fingers. Now the cold feeling of rubber pressing. Pressing harder. Bursting the seal on his virgin arse. It's in ! He is sure he can feel the rough veins sliding on his tight anal passage, deeper and deeper. Discomfort turns to pain. Beads of sweat to trickles. A grimace turns to a yell.
"There Gerald. all the way in. You didn't give me a choice so why should I, you. Mistress Katherine then pulls some rope from the side table draw, Tightly ties a length around his waist. Another length is tired to the rope around his waist, near the belly button, runs down tightly to the black dildo. Katherine wraps this around the base of the dildo then continues on her merry way between Geralds cheeks and up to the rope crossing Geralds back. Pulling tight before tying off to this waist rope. Gerald lets out a yell. He is sure the dildo went in another inch !
"Well you never gave me a choice either pig !"
"I need to change your behaviour dog. You are full of arrogance and I need to beat it out of you ! No need to move, you are in the perfect position."
Mistress Katherine picks up her flogger and tells Gerald to count. A set of ten.
"You need to thank me Gerald for my efforts !"
"Thank you "
Five quick flogs...."Say it correctly !"
"Thank you Mistress Katherine"
"Better"
Another set of ten and Gerald thanks her straight away. Another set for good measure. Katherine decides to stop, there will be plenty of opportunities.
"Stay there"
Katherine now grabs a broom stick and ties it to Geralds lower arms that are tied wrist to elbow joint, so running horizontally across Geralds back.
"Right get up and lay on your back !"
Gerald obeys quickly
"Nice to see this behaviour modification is already working !"
Mistress Katherine then grabs two lengths of rope, one for each ankle. Bending Geralds knees, pulls this rope up to the broom handle.
"There ! Totally immobilised !"
Gerald feels like a helpless crab. Back to that side table, full of wonderful devices Mistress Katherine goes. Returning with a funnel.
"I want that cock hard or you shall feel the flogger again !"
Gerald is at a loss, totally humiliated, he should be angry, but can feel something burning inside, an excitement he should not have, Hearing the orders from Mistress Katherine his cock does become hard. Katherine now grabs it firmly and aggressively pumps. Gerald is not expecting this but can feel excitement flowing because of the strength of this woman. Mistress Katherine collects the load in the funnel then immediately tells Gerald to open his mouth. Gerald is shocked, "No you have got to be kidding"
"What happened to your behaviour modification slut !"
Slap across the face. Gerald holds his mouth closed.
Slap again. Mistress Katherine then grabs Geralds nose and squeezes, holding the tube of the funnel against his lips. Gerald must open for air.
"Too easy"
Rubber bands were attached to the funnel and wrapped around the back of Geralds head.
"Right time for me to go to the toilet "
Mistress Katherine doesn't remove her fishnet stockings, but pisses straight through them. This is too much for Gerald to comprehend. Humiliated by being forced to eat his own cum, but having it washed down by Mistress Katherine's golden shower. This has broken his spirit !
Mistress Katherine can see this, impressed with her progress, she locks the leash to a mounting point in the wall and unties Geralds arms and releases his legs.
"Your first lesson in behaviour modification dog, many more to come"
He hears Mistress Katherines stilettos leave the room.
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