(This is a femdom pegging story with graphic depictions of sexual and BDSM interactions, including cunnilingus, spanking, a remote-controlled anal toy, prostate orgasm, and some humiliation through awkward social situations and getting caught. It also shows some affectionate boundary negotiations. All participants are enthusiastically consenting and, of course, over 18. This story follows the same characters from "Under Everyday Clothes" but can be read in any order.)
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Waking up naturally is a delicious thing. Waking up naturally in a cozy bed after a good fuck to the smell of fresh pancakes and a faint whiff of barbecue is pretty close to heaven.
It felt as if we must have been asleep for at least ten hours, so I rolled over and reached for Conner. His side of the bed was empty, but still just as warm as the sheets beneath me.
While I was still stretching, rubbing my eyes, and luxuriating in the warmth, the door opened with an abrupt jerk.
"It's almost noon," said Conner.
"Are we keeping them waiting?" I asked, guessing by his short tone.
His adorable aunt and uncle were graciously hosting us in their London home, and had no doubt lovingly crafted a packed itinerary for showing us the sights.
"No, they're still working on a big welcome breakfast for us," said Conner.
He crossed his arms and ducked his chin toward his chest, deliberately
not
sounding reassuring, and thoroughly gave himself away.
"Are you trying to be angry with me?" I asked.
"
Trying?
" he spluttered at me. "You completely humiliated me last night!"
"Yeah, I did do a pretty great job at that, didn't I?" I said, smirking at the memory as much as his fake indignance at it.
After the same game had turned out so well at his parents' house, Conner and I had agreed that he should wear his remote-controlled vibrating anal plug for our visit to his aunt and uncle's. I'd pushed him a little harder with it this time, turning it up to full while we were sharing a nightcap with our hosts and leaving it that way for... a while. Eventually, Conner started sweating so profusely that his aunt scooted in next to him on the couch to feel his forehead, close enough that she could actually feel the discreet vibrations through the cushions.
I had to give her credit. For a sweet, middle-aged Londoner, she must have lived an interesting life, or at least an interesting
fantasy
life, because she caught on fast.
The knowing look on her face when she realized what we were doing was absolutely priceless. It was almost as cute as the look on Conner's face when
he
realized that
she'd
realized it.
"Oh! Conner, is your young lady a.... Oh, what's the word...?" His aunt snapped her fingers a few times while she reached for it. "Dom... doma... dominatrix? Is that right?"
"Actually, a dominatrix is usually a hired professional," I had the pleasure of explaining to her, while Conner tried to hide as much of his red face behind his hands as he could. "I'm just an adventurous girlfriend... to an adventurous boyfriend."
I ruffled his hair affectionately at this point. He swatted me away.
"But you're not far off," I acknowledged, before his aunt could feel bad. "We do a lot of the same things."
"So, right now, you're controlling what he's experiencing with a... a...?"
I pulled the plug's remote out of my purse to show her, and pushed a button. The vibrations took on a pulsing rhythm, and Conner's aunt got to hear him react with a soft gasp in real time.
"What a clever idea," she said. "And it's so quiet! Would you look at that, dear?" she beckoned her husband in closer.
"I can see it," he said from his end of the couch. His face was almost as red as Conner's, but it seemed to be from holding in laughter.
"Forgive me," Conner's aunt said, while he curled himself up into a ball against the armrest. "This kind of thing would be a prelude to, well, something more private, wouldn't it?"
"Usually," I acknowledged.
"Right, well, we should let you go, then," she said. "I don't think this one can wait much longer."
She patted Conner on the head, gathered up the glasses, and directed me on how to escort him up to this lovely little guest room.
As soon as the door closed that night, we were all over each other. Conner was so worked up from the ordeal that I barely needed to touch him. He came twice, and more to the point, he did not use his safeword at all that evening.
By the way he was looking at me now, it looked like he'd been up all night concocting an alternate version of his side of events.
"Oh, sweetie, are you looking for an
apology?
" I asked.
He shuffled his weight back and forth on his feet. "Yeah, I am."
I reached for the plug remote on the nightstand and switched it on.
Conner immediately clenched every muscle in his legs, trying to stay standing as the vibration's effects radiated outward from his ass.
"So," I said, shutting the toy back off. "You're saying you woke up this morning, furious with me about what a
terrible
time you had last night, because of the way I used your plug. And one of the first things you did, probably somewhere between brushing your teeth and ambushing me with your sulky mood, was
put the plug back in?
"
Conner wound his arms tighter in front of him, shoulders pulling up into a still-sulky shrug. His teeth dug into his lower lip, and I was pretty sure he was trying to prevent it from stretching into a smile.
"Babe, we need to make some changes," I sighed. "This can't keep happening."
"What can't?" Conner asked, shoulders dropping, forced anger taking a back seat to sincere worry.
"You, giving me fake feedback," I said. "It's not fair to me, and it's not safe for you. Playacting in the heat of the moment is one thing, but coming at me later like I've actually done something wrong is another. Someday, I'm really going to hurt your feelings, and when you try to talk to me about it, I'm not going to believe you."
He hung his head, and his face tinged with a different shade of shame from yesterday.
"But... I
like
being angry with you," he said softly. "It's one of my favorite things."
This was the first time he'd admitted this in so many words. It was quite nice to hear him say it, actually.
I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, so that I could pat him comfortingly on the ass.
"Yeah," I said. "I've noticed. But like I told your aunt last night, I'm not a dominatrix, and I'm not your round-the-clock owner. I'm your girlfriend, and I won't be put solely in charge of sorting out your feelings and mine. If you want to keep playing, you're going to have to take a little responsibility."
"You're right," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry," I squeezed his ass and gave the plug one quick pulse with the remote. "I'm sure we can find a way to make your favorite work for both of us. For now, take off your clothes, lie on the bed with your hands behind your head, and wait for me. Either that, or you can take that plug out and go downstairs. We'll have a nice vanilla trip and figure out the rest when we get home."
He was already eagerly stripping himself naked as I grabbed my bag and stepped into the guestroom's attached bath, to freshen up for the day.
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When I returned, Conner was lying in the assigned position, his cock already slightly lengthened by anticipation, but still in its downward position.
He flicked his eyes once over my bare breasts and the thick, ribbed strap-on I was wearing over my panties, and grinned, unable to muster a convincing sulk.
I ignored his salacious expression and my own state of dress for now, sat down at the end of the bed near his feet, and rested my elbows on my knees, ready for a talk.
"I don't think safewords are doing the job for us anymore," I said.
"Oh," said Conner, a little nervously. "Okay. I mean, I trust you, but I thought you were worried about--"
"No, we should
definitely
still have safewords," I explained. "But they're not enough. At least, not when it's my turn to dom. It's too easy for you to pretend they don't exist. That you don't have a say in what's happening. Sometimes you almost fool me into believing it myself."
He stroked my leg with his foot. "I'm open to suggestions."
"Good. My thought is, safewords are a 'no means no' kind of thing. We need to upgrade to a 'yes and only yes means yes' system. So, from now on, you're going to have to
ask
me for what you want."
Conner looked dubious. "But what if I want you to surprise me?"
"Then you'll just have to ask me to," I said. "You'll say, out loud, so we can both hear it, 'Please, Siobhan, do something shocking. Push me and toy with me and do whatever you want to me until I tap out.' Something like that. And if I think you're starting to forget that you asked for it, you'll have to say it again if you want more."
Conner rocked his head from side to side, not a shake, not quite a nod. "And when I
want
to be angry?" he asked.
I sighed and shifted to rest my hands on his knees.
"You're going to ask permission," I said. "You're going to say, 'I want to be a rotten little brat to you for no reason today. Will you please put up with me and ignore all my complaints? I don't really mean them.'" I reached forward to brush his hair out of his eyes. "What do you think? Can you do that for me?"
He looked more thoughtful at this. "I guess so."
"Good. Because from now on, whenever you catch an attitude with me, I'm going to pause the game until we talk out what's bothering you... or until I'm convinced that it's nothing and you know it. Deal?"
"Deal," he mumbled with a petulant shrug. "So,
may
I be a rotten brat to you for no reason today?"
"Hmm..." I caught myself smiling more than I meant to at this, and I almost lost my grip on my strict-but-fair tone. It just felt so good to hear him call his behavior what it was. "I
suppose
so. How do you think I should respond when you do?"
"Well." Conner brought his arms down to cross them again, while simultaneously scooting closer and stretching one leg out on either side of me. "Obviously, you're going to have to punish me. And," he reached out to grasp my strap-on, "I bet you could use this to fuck my attitude right back into place."
"Hands behind head," I reminded him, grabbing him by the wrists and leaning over him to shove them into position. The tip of my strap-on poked against the flat bottom of his plug, and I applied just a little bit of pressure. "I could do all that," I acknowledged. "If you
asked
