Earning So Much More

A sequel to: Earning His Domme’s Approval

He was unsurprised when his Domme turned up at his door without warning. He didn’t hesitate to get in the car with her. He listened to the CD she played with a growing sense of familiarity. He expected the turn that took them out of town and into the countryside.

She would be taking him to a secluded car park where he would be expected to strip, be blindfolded, put on his knees and made to suck cock. He was becoming accustomed to servicing men he neither saw nor spoke to. He was his Domme’s whore, a fact reinforced by the money these anonymous men inevitably pressed into his hand. His services, his mouth, bought and paid for. Continue reading “Earning So Much More”

Before The Flight

He had to make a short business trip. He would be away only two nights. His Domme had asked to see him before he left.
“Come by on your way to the airport”, she had told him “with at least an hour to spend with me”.

He turned up promptly as arranged. He was smartly dressed in a grey suit that he found comfortable for travel. His Domme looked at him admiringly, he did look good dressed like that but there was no time to waste.
“Strip” she commanded simply.
He obeyed quickly, folding his clothes neatly as he took them off and leaving them on a small stool on one side of the room. Continue reading “Before The Flight”

Parent’s Evening

I decided to enter a story writing competition. Stories had to be school themed erotica but had, according to the rules, to not contain any ‘illegal acts’. Well I’m not sure what jurisdiction they were considering and I’m not a lawyer but here’s the story I wrote.

Pete’s daughter Sarah had come home from school with a letter. With a deep sigh he read it carefully, parent’s evening had come round again. It wasn’t called parents evening of course; instead the letter explained how it was about having a one to one with your child’s form teacher, getting to know how your child was getting on and discussing the work being done that term. Ever a dutiful parent, he filled in the form requesting an appointment and slipped it back into his daughter’s book bag. Continue reading “Parent’s Evening”

A Home Visit

Started in: New Boy At School
Continued from: Coffee With A Colleague

Paul and Emily parted company in the staff car park, by an almost unspoken agreement coffee was postponed. Paul wondered if it was actually cancelled, after what she had seen, he blushed at the memory, he was sure she wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him again.

Paul went home, he took a long, steamy shower and got into comfy clothes. He lounged on the sofa and replayed the scene in the headmistress’ office. The whipping, being forced to make himself come in front of both her and Emily. He shuddered with shame but his trousers were tented with an opinion of their own. Continue reading “A Home Visit”

Earning His Domme’s Approval

His Domme arrives at his flat one evening. She stands on the doorstep without attempting to enter. She grabs the hair at the back of his head and gazes at him intently.
“You are mine, my submissive slut and my whore”, it is not a question.
“Yes, Mistress”, admission comes readily to his lips.
“Get in the car”, she tells him briefly.
A quick look at her and his words of protest die on his lips, she means business tonight. He grabs no more than a door key and follows her out to her car. As he climbs into the passenger seat he asks where they are going. Continue reading “Earning His Domme’s Approval”

Providing A Public Convenience

It is a sunny afternoon. The garden is full of people, standing around in groups talking and drinking. The party is in full swing. People move back and forth merrily between the drinks table set up against the house and the long lawn with flower beds along each edge.

At the far end of the garden in the shadow of the slightly overgrown hedge kneels a naked man. He kneels back on his heels, hands held behind his back, head bowed. He is unbound. He has been ordered to remain here by his Domme who is hosting the party and so he does. Beside him a hand written sign attached to a stake in the ground reads “Public Convenience”. Continue reading “Providing A Public Convenience”

Awake

I am awake. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep. I lie in bed, thinking.

I come into your room. I push open your door, and move straight to the bed. My hand covers your mouth, preventing you crying out, controlling your breathing. With my other hand I reach under the duvet and find your cock. It is semi-hard already, as you are lost in your own dreams, but I stroke it gently until it stiffens further.

One hand still across your face, I resist your sleepy struggles. Throwing back the duvet I reach my body down to take your cock in my mouth and suck it briefly until your body flexes under me.

Quickly moving position, I straddle you now. I guide your cock into me; sighing as I feel its length fill me. I shift my grip to your throat, tilting your head back, restricting your breath as I ride you. One hand snakes between my legs and I stroke my clit as I continue to rock upon you. My breath is as ragged as yours as I take myself over the edge, trembling as orgasm takes me.

I relax my grip on your throat, my body falling forward to lie against yours. I whisper my praise; you are my Good Boy, your cock at my service and you have served me well.

Well satisfied I dismount and gently pull the duvet back over you. Sleep now my Little One and thank you.