An Evening

After dinner, we talked, cuddled, chilled. Then he turned to me, “Take your clothes off”.
The tone told me he was serious. I stood up and slipped off my skirt, followed rapidly by the rest of my clothes. Practicality attempted to rear its head.

“I need the toilet” I pointed out, reasonably.

“Perhaps” he said evilly. He turned and left the room, I heard distant noises as he went to a cupboard, and returned with a large plastic bowl which he placed on the floor. I regarded it in horror.

“You can use that” he commanded.

I knew better than to try to argue. I went and squatted awkwardly over the bowl feeling horribly self-conscious and attempted to perform. I closed my eyes as I sought to relax my muscles.

“Look at me” he demanded.

I opened my eyes and gazed at him, as I tried to concentrate on my body my eyes dropped. Again he insisted on my attention. Finally, my eyes fixed on his, my body cooperated and I felt the relief as my bladder emptied. He handed me paper to wipe with. I did so, feeling more humiliated by his regard than ever.

After clearing it away, I was sent upstairs to the bedroom where he soon followed me.
With twisted humour he sent me back downstairs again to fetch two pegs. I returned, all too full of foreboding.

He ordered me onto all fours, and proceeded to attach the pegs to my nipples. They were mercifully gentle, but I knew more was to come.  He proceeded to spank me. His hand setting up an insistent rhythm. I let it take me away, living in the moment. As I struggled with the pain I sagged under the blows.

“Tell me when you’ve had enough of my hand” he insisted in a tone which left me sure worse was to follow. I debated internally how much bravery to show.

“I’ve had enough” I admitted.

He fetched the crop then, and told me there would be ten strokes, I was to be in the same position for each one.  He began then, in a steady rhythm, not too fast. Each stroke, with power behind it, first on the left, and then the right. That made it easier to take, and I held firm for several strokes before collapsing downwards.

Breathing hard, I was aware of him waiting patiently above me.  I could delay the remaining strokes indefinitely, all I had to do was lie still.  I wondered briefly if I could avoid the remaining strokes entirely by refusing to resume my position. Even as I thought it, I realised how much I would hate such an outcome.

I forced myself back onto my hands and knees, eager to complete this challenge. The last few strokes were delivered evenly. I felt the burning in my bottom, and wondered what more was in store.

He pushed me down now, so I lay on my front.
He moved behind me, forcing my legs apart, and kneeling between them. His hand ran up my thigh, his fingers swirling in the dampness between them. I shuddered at his touch, knowing he could tell how turned on I was by everything he had done.

I felt his cock then, pushing into my pussy. His body over mine pressing against the soreness in my bottom.

“Push your ass up to me” he ordered.

As I did so, I felt him go deeper, and I cried out helplessly at the total penetration. His pounding intensified, and I struggled to hold position. I felt his urgency, and pushed back eagerly until I felt him cum inside me, crying out with his pleasure.

I collapsed downwards now. Him lying on me, sated.

Then he withdrew, and lifted his weight off me. His hand snaked between my legs, as I lay there, with such little touches needed until I too was crying out with delight.

Our needs met, we snuggled together, and settled down to sleep.

Early Morning

He rolls over to snuggle behind her, his arm moves around her to cup her breasts. She moves back against him sleepily. She wasn’t fully asleep, and now she knows sleep will be impossible.

Rolling over, she embraces him and they kiss, a gentle sleepy kiss. Her hand runs down his body, appreciating the feel of his chest under her hand, his stomach, curving her touch to cup his balls and run her hand up his waking erection.

One hand still stroking his cock, the other leans on his shoulder, as she silently urges him to roll onto his back.

She straddles him now, kneeling astride him, leaning forward to kiss him again. The kiss is hungry now, tongues urgently seeking each other. As they kiss, her hips move as she seeks his erection. Finding it, she moves to take him in, he thrusts upwards, pushing further into her moist pussy.

She sits upright, fully sheathing his length, slowly she lifts off, feeling him slide out until only the tip of his cock remains inside her. Then she moves down, moaning slightly as she takes him back in.

She moves faster now, her arms stretched out for balance as she rides him. His hands come up to support her breasts, as she bounces on him. He watches her in the predawn light, admiring her beauty. This woman is his to enjoy.

As her thighs grow tired, he pinches her nipples, distracting her from one source of pain with another. Her head tilts back, breathing hard, she continues to move rhythmically.

His hands move to hold her, pulling her down to him, he kisses her, tells her what is coming next.

He takes her steel butt plug, and slides it into her ass, feeling it through her against his cock. She resumes her motions more gingerly now as she becomes accustomed to the new pressure.

He feels a new wash of moisture as she rides him, throwing her head back in pleasure. She moves more insistently, driving him urgently on. The pressure builds, his hands on her hips, guiding her strokes, until he moans, eyes widening, at the pleasure flooding through him.

She rests then, head snuggling against his neck, wrapped around him.

“Good morning darling”.

Playing With His Girls

This is a continuation of a story I started here. Two girls are with their Master in a hotel room…

“Hands behind your backs” he ordered them.

The two girls obeyed swiftly, leaving their weight supported on their shoulders.
Taking some bondage tape he bound each girls hands, wrists to elbows, leaving them vulnerable and unable to defend themselves. He stroked their wet pussies, and then slapped each raised butt, making the girls gasp.

He helped first one girl and then the other to their knees, so that they faced each other.
“kiss” he commanded, and watched with pleasure, as they leaned into each other, their mouths open, tasting each other, their breasts pressed together. He placed his hands on the small of each curved back and pushed the two women closer together, watching their bodies respond to that closeness with eager motions.

“Stop” he pulled the two forcibly apart, so that they knelt back on their heels. They turned to look at him, breathing ragged, eyes wild.
The man smiled at their obvious enjoyment. He intended them to give him much more of a show than that.
“My lovely sluts, it’s time to play another game”

He helped the dark haired girl to get off the bed and stood her at the corner, hands still bound. While she watched, he went over to a bag in the corner of the room and withdrew a blindfold. She watched him nervously, but he took it to the bed and fastened it over the blonde girl’s eyes.

The blindfolded girl gasped, as sightless she felt his hands roaming her body. Then his touch was gone, and she breathed rapidly trying to distinguish the sounds in the room.

The standing girl’s hands were unbound, and again he went to his bag, to withdraw items which he passed to her.

“Sir?” she was startled.

“Silence” he ordered her swiftly, “not a word”. His hand gestures making his intentions quite clear.

She nodded, biting her lip as she looked towards the bound girl on the bed.

He moved back to the bed now, and resumed touching the girl kneeling there. He tweaked her nipples, and pulled her head back by her hair so that he could kiss and bite at her exposed throat. When she began to moan loudly at his touches he reached round and unbound her hands swiftly, letting the tape fall to the floor.

She reached to embrace him, and he moved closer, pushing her down, so that she lay back on the bed now.

“Stay there”, he told her, although she had shown no sign of attempting to rise. He stepped back and undressed quickly, catching the other girl’s eyes. as she watched in nervous fascination.

He moved over the prone girl, his body over and confining hers. She reached for him, and was delighted as he kissed her deeply. Then she felt him parting her thighs and his fingers probed her pussy. He felt her dampness, and licked it off his fingers, tasting her juices.

She moaned again as she felt his cock push against her. She spread her thighs further apart welcoming its touch. He slid into her fully, and then began to move, more and more swiftly, until he was pounding hard into her with every stroke, and her cries were throaty and incoherent.

Suddenly he withdrew. The air felt cool against her damp pussy. She moaned in disappointment.

“Sir”, her voice was tentative.

“Yes?” he encouraged her to speak.

“Sir, please…” she struggled.

“Would you like more?” he asked her dangerously.

“Yes, yes, more, please”, she begged eagerly, her body twisting on the bed.

He smiled, “More, you shall have my dear one”.

He came round to kneel beside her. with one hand he took her wrists and lifted them above her head, holding them together. With the other he guided her head until his cock pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, eagerly, tasting her own juices on him. As she, held and blindfolded, sucked eagerly on him, he gestured sternly at the waiting girl…

He stroked the blonde girls head with his free hand. She wriggled briefly, a reflex motion as she felt lube coated fingers stroking her pussy. Then again, as she felt something hard and cool probing there. She felt something slide into her eagerly damp cunt, stretching her slightly, she felt a body above her, pressing against her own.

Holding her hands still, he pulled back freeing her head to turn upwards seeking a kiss. He pulled the blindfold from her now. Her eyes opened automatically, and widened as she saw the dark haired girl above her. The girls kissed, passionately, their hips moving in a simple rhythm. He let the girl’s hands go now, and they ran down the other’s body, until they felt the straps around her hips.

He watched as one girl arched her body up, to allow the other to look, and see the strap on she was wearing, pushing into her. They moved urgently together now. His fingers probed between them, intensifying the experience, helping them to the brink. They cried out to him as they came, one and then the other. Their bodies slick with sweat entwined together.

He smiled again, he hadn’t come himself yet…

Left at Home

This is what I think about when I’m home alone.

“I have to go out tonight” he tells her as sits on the edge of the bed fastening his shoes, “but I will be thinking about you”.

She watches him sceptically. He will be having fun, with no reason to think about her. She knows however, that she will be missing him.

“Get your collar” he commands suddenly.

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Thank You Note

After all, politeness is important, even in fantasy.

It was an important meeting. She carried a briefcase and an overnight bag to the car, and kissed her husband goodbye. His hand trailed over her breasts, and she flushed slightly as she waved him goodbye, remembering the previous evening. He had found the sharpie in her briefcase, and had written on her breasts and pussy, before making love to her. The words were there still, concealed under her smart suit. She shook her head as if to clear it, she had a busy day ahead of her.

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In the Night

A fantasy from the darkness, a fragment caught on waking.

She nestled in the bed between sleep and waking. Her body curled up tightly. Her Master’s hands reached from behind her, grasping her hip. Without  warning he moved over her and pushed his erect penis inside her. She moaned a wordless sound of protest and sleepily tried to escape his grip. He held her tighter his hips thrusting, driving himself deeply inside her.  Each stroke made her gasp and she curled her arms across her belly as though to prevent his cock forcing it’s way right through her body.

He continued to fuck her, his body over hers, repeatedly filling her with his erection, slamming against her cervix. She moaned with discomfort at each stroke even as her hips pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, inviting his possession. She was lost in the sensation. she heard herself whispering “yes, yes” as he drove his cock deep into her as hard as he could.

The rhythm changed as he neared his release, and she savoured each stroke as his voice cried out inarticulately with pleasure. he collapsed then, his body draped over her, holding her immobile.

She breathed deeply, gathering herself after the onslaught. She was aware of him still inside her pussy, and of her own dampness, her helpless response to his lust. He pulled out then and rolled away and she turned to follow him pressing her breasts against his back, pushing her hips towards him.

“Master, may I cum?”

“No”, his voice was curt, “be silent and go back to sleep slut.”

Frustrated still, she obeyed.