I’ve learned to take you at your word, so I waste no time looking after the cleanup and shower. Once I’m cleaned and shaved, I put the collar and cuffs back and replace the plug. I head upstairs to find you lounging on the couch drinking a glass of wine and flicking through some Imgur.
“Good. You’re ready. I’m going to play some music and look at some pictures. Sit here beside my feet and massage them for me.”
Still admonished not to speak, I sit beside you and start rubbing from the soles and back up the calves to the knees.
“Slave, stop. I have another instruction for you. When you’re in my presence, you will always stand or sit with your legs spread, so that I have easy access.”
I shift immediately so that I have my back against the couch and spread my legs. “Good boy.” Then you take your crop and use it to tap and tease my penis and balls while I massage your feet and legs.
I know how you like the pressure and you coo with enjoyment. You’ve found some R&B that’s good for the mood and you sip your wine while having your feet attended. You look blissful and happy.
After about 10 minutes you tell me to refill your glass and get something for myself.
“Give me your glass.”
“Now, stand in front of me.”
You grab my hardening penis and point it down. It’s no surprise to me, as you’ve done this before, when you bring the glass up to my cock and dip it in as far as it would go. For good measure you stir it around.
“There. That should improve the flavour. I know how much you enjoy your own taste.”
“I’m going to go have a shower. When I come out, I will find you on the bed with your ankles tied to the bed posts and your hands shackled and locked together behind your back. Make sure you are blindfolded. On the dresser, I expect to find the lube, the new black butt plug and the glass dildo all cleaned and ready to go. Also, bring down the rum and two shot glasses.”
With that you head downstairs while I gather the glasses and the bottle from the kitchen. I run upstairs and grab some rope from our collection. After a few minutes I have all the requested toys laid out along with the glasses and the rum. Then I set to work on the ropes creating loops for my ankles which I secure to the bed’s legs. So, when I’m attached and slide up the bed my ankles are pulled to the corners leaving me open for you. I finish off by putting on the blindfold and then clipping the wrist restraints behind my back and lie down.
From the bathroom, I hear the sounds of you preparing yourself. I think I hear the sounds of the zipper on your new boots. Mmmm. My cock hardens at the thought of you in your red boots and and pvc dress.
With a puff of warm wet air, you open the door from the bathroom and come in to inspect my work.
“Nice work slave. Though, I think you could have done a cleaner job on the ropes. Not a terrible job so the punishment will be light.”
I feel you grab the end of my penis and hear the distinct sound of the leash being clipped onto my frenum ring. A moment later you pull the leash up to my mouth so my penis and balls are stretched up my body.
“Bite it.”
I take the leash in my mouth, leaving me entirely exposed.
Whir, whir. I hear you playing with the crop and I fear what you might be doing with it.
Then, I feel you dragging it down over my chest and then my belly and along side my stretched penis. At the balls, you stop and tap them a few times. I can feel them contracting from the sudden contact.
“Bite hard on the leash, slave.”
You slam the head of the crop down onto one of my balls with a loud smack. I can’t help but convulse from the pain and shock.
“Don’t move or I will add five more slaps. I’ll count them as your fingers aren’t visible for us to keep track.”
“That was the practice. We’ll start now.”
Whack! “One.” Whack. “Two. Oh, that seems to have hurt. Remember, don’t make a sound.” Whack!
I can’t help myself and let out a yelp.
“Oh slave. What have you done? Why make this hard on yourself? Once again, I’m going to be really nice and help you so that you can’t make the same mistake again.”
You reach between my legs and pull out the metal plug. “I hope you did a good job cleaning yourself.”
“Open your mouth. There. Suck on that. It will keep your mouth closed. Oh, and don’t let the leash go.”
“Oh wait. I can’t leave you empty like that.”
You reach up and grab the big black plug.
“Last time this was a lot for you to take. Hopefully, having worn the metal one for the last couple hours has loosened you a bit.”
You lube it up and press it against my hole. The tip goes in without a problem but it’s a challenge to go much further.
“Slave, don’t piss me off. It’s been all games to this point, but if you make it hard for me to get this plug in, there will be serious repercussions.”
Thinking that you had been swatting me with a crop to the balls for the last 5 minutes wasn’t a serious repercussion motivated me to loosen up as much as possible and you press on the plug. I push to release the muscles and the plug slides past the opening and firmly into place. It’s really big but I didn’t want to imagine you getting angry.
“Okay, good. We can get back to your balls. I think we got to two, right?”
That wasn’t right, but I wasn’t about to correct you so I just looked at you and tried to show encouragement in my eyes.
Whack! “Three.” Whack. “Four” And finally, whack! “Five”
“See, that wasn’t too bad. And just like the Catholics, once your penance is done you’re in a state of grace with me.”
“I think it’s time for me to get what I want.”
I hear you fiddling with something and then feel the pliers working on the ring. In a moment you have it free.
“Mmm… your mouth is a bit dirty from your plug and I want to make out with you. Here. Take a shot and swish it around.”
I almost choke on it, but I’m more than happy to wash away the metallic taste. In truth, it was otherwise tasteless. I guess I did a good cleanup (happily!)
With the constant physical attention and the excitement of our crazy, surprise dom session, it doesn’t take a lot of effort on your part to get me good and hard.
You crawl up my body rubbing the latex of your boots and dress against my naked skin. It feels amazingly smooth and I just want to reach out and lick you.
It seems you had the same idea. With my arms conveniently tucked behind my back, it’s easy for you to throw your legs over my head and then settle back planting your pussy against my eager mouth. I know you won’t want to do this for long so I eagerly run my tongue up and down the sides of your lips and finally rub the flat of it against your clit. You rock a little to get exactly the right sensation and I feel the blood rushing to engorge it.
“Mmmh… I’m almost ready, but one more treat for you.”
You slide forward and sit up forcing your ass right above me tongue.
“Go ahead. I know how much you like it.”
I’m hardly going to complain and set to licking and sucking, but that isn’t your thrill so after about 30 seconds you slide off leaving me licking the air and straining to find you again.
“Ha ha. Don’t get used to that. That’s a treat only because I’m nice.”
With that, you swing your legs over me and hover over my hard cock.
“My turn,” as you slide down onto it in one slow motion.
I’m so turned on from all of the attention that I have to work hard to relax so as to not explode inside of you. I know you have more in store for me. As usual, it only take a couple minutes for you to be screaming and rocking with your first orgasm.
Still inside of me you lie forward and make out with me while we grind our pelvises together. I can feel you starting to get excited again so I tilt my hips forward and grind with you. Within moments you’re moaning from a second and then a few minutes later a third which sets you to hysterical laughing.
You roll off. “Good job slave. While I relax a little I’m going to take some pictures.”
Naked, blindfolded and bound I can hear you walking around the bed taking picture after picture.
“You know what, slave. I don’t think we’ve ever taken a picture after you’ve cum. I think we should try that tonight. What do you think?”
Thumb-up.
“Do you think you can fit the black plug in your mouth? Let’s give it a try.”
You spread my legs and pull on it. It’s pretty hard to release but it pops out after a couple seconds.
“Open up!”
I open my mouth as wide as possible trying not to think about it. When you bring it to my face, there’s no scent except for the lube and rubber so I don’t imagine it’ll be too bad. But when you put it in I simply can’t take it all in my mouth.
“Too bad, but I can’t blame you for that. It’s huge! Let’s clean you out with a shot before we put the gag back on.”
While I’m swallowing the rum, you reach for the glass dildo.
“I’m going to try something new. Instead of stroking you while you have the dildo in your ass, I’m just going to stimulate your prostate. If it all works as planned, it will milk you of cum but you won’t have the sensation of release that you get from having an orgasm. That means you’ll still be horny and maybe I’ll fuck you again. What do you think? Actually, I don’t care what you think. That’s what we’re doing.”
You sit between my spread legs and slide a pillow under my ass. Then you pull me down the bed a bit so I can bend my knees and give you really good access. It’s such a foreign experience to be completely exposed and mostly immobilized. Exciting and scary at the same time.
After the black plug, the glass dildo slides in easily.
“Slave, I need you to help me find the right spot. You can speak to let me know which direction to go.”
You’d done this before on the terrace and had me close so you didn’t need any guidance finding the right spot. You could tell from my slight movements and my evident enjoyment that you had the spot. Everything thing you’d read said it would take a little while so you settled in to rhythmically stroking my prostate.
For me it was incredible. It’s what I imagine your g-spot orgasms to feel like. There’s no precise point of pleasure. Rather, the whole area tenses sending jolts of sensation down my limbs. My cock is hard but not raging and I feel like I’m so close to coming. I release my sphincter muscles and try to push a little like having a bowel movement. This brings me so close but I can’t tell if I’m going to cum.
“Tell me before you cum, slave. I still haven’t decided if I will bring you all the way there.”
You continue to slide it in and out faster hitting the prostate with each stroke and I think I’m going to come. I start bucking my hips and yell out that I’m coming.
You grab the end of my penis and seem to cover it with something hard as the seman races up and drains from my balls. I groan in pleasure and frustration as I have no sensation of release. I’m drained but still horny. WTF?
“That was amazing slave. It seems you liked it a lot. I’m just going to put something on your belly. Don’t move a millimetre so I can take some pictures.”
I feel you slide off the bed gently and hear you shooting pic after pic of deflating penis and me in my blindfolded and bound predicament.
I feel you remove the object from my belly and wipe around where the cum must have landed.
“Not a word slave. I’m not done with you yet.”
That’s fine by me as I’m still horny and almost ready to go again. I feel you slide the pillow away and you straddle me again. You rub your wet pussy over my cock and it begins to stir back to life.
“I want to let you know, slave, that I’m filming the next bit. Maybe we can find an amateur site to post it to.”
I don’t care. I just want to feel you wrap your pussy around my cock and ride me again. A moment later, you’re happy to oblige and slide down onto it.
After the milking, my head is extra sensitive and I feel like I’m going to be able to come with you riding me.
I feel you lean forward and slow down your thrusts.
“Open your mouth. Don’t swallow!”
As I open my mouth, I feel the soft edge of the shot glass. I open further but it isn’t rum but my own cum that fills my mouth. I almost choke in surprise, but I manage to keep it in my mouth.
“I’ll tell you when to swallow and if you can try to cum inside me as I ride you.”
The taste and texture are disturbing but the sensation of being thoroughly dominated and your pussy wrapped around me has me bucking into. It’s not long before I feel the familiar feeling of my balls tightening and the cum starting to move.
I buck into you harder and arch my back. I’m going to come in seconds.
“Swallow now my cum slut!”
And just as I swallow deeply, I shoot again into your pussy screaming in pleasure. I’m wrecked. I can only lay and twitch.
“Did you like that, slave? You can speak.”
“Mistress, that was amazing. I’m spent and hungry!”
“Oh? I’m glad you said that. Don’t move or speak.”
You lift off of me keeping your hand in place so you don’t drip all over the sheets. But, instead of rolling off of me, you slide up and sit on my chest. With my legs strapped and my arms behind my back and you sitting on my chest I can barely move at all.
I feel your hand tug away the blindfold and then pick up your phone again. Then you shift up a little bit further to use your knees to lock my head in place.
“You know what happens next. I wanted you to see it as you’re going to be doing it a lot more in future.”
“Open your mouth.”
I want to resist but I know if I disobey the game will be over and I loved this game. But inside me every fiber is screaming to run away.
I open my mouth.
You sit up a little so your pussy covered by your hand is right over my waiting mouth. Then you turn your hand over and smear the cum that was on them onto my waiting tongue. I look up and see the wetness of my cum all over your pussy. You lower yourself closer and command me to clean you up. I lick all over your lips and to the tip of your vagina. You sit closer and I feel you contracting to expel my seed into my waiting mouth. I can’t believe it but I can feel my cock twitching again. I don’t think I could go again, but maybe I’ve gotten over the hump of my desire to flee.
After a minute of licking and slurping. You get off and look at me. I can’t help but fear that you’re judging me, but I see from your smile that you had a good time too.
“Good job baby. I’m going to go grab a drink and a bite to eat. I’ll leave you to figure out how to get out of your bondage.”