Please play safe at home. Make sure to use safe words and gestures... and that all parties are consenting.... Now enjoy some BDSM fantasy!
Marc had no question about when he had turned control over to his girlfriend... er, Mistress, now... That would be that first fateful spanking for cheating. He had agreed to that, mind you, albeit a bit coerced... Not that he hadn't deserved it.... And he had admitted to her that he liked her in charge... Well, let's just say that his traitorous dick had told her... But, now things might be out of control, he thought, rather ironically. He would laugh, accept that he was naked, tied spread eagle on the bed, red ball gag firmly strapped in place across his mouth. He tested the restraints again, and knew that he wasn't going anywhere until she let him up. Again his damn cock was slapping against his abdomen... and it had no idea what she had in mind for them! But as she walked into the room he lost it, body humming with excitement and adrenaline, his heart pounding in his chest.
Jenna strutted in, in her new knee high black leather boots. Her ginger hair framed her pretty face and she smiled at him so sweetly. There was a gleeful sparkle in her blue eyes... almost wicked. She loved this game! A black leather corset dress laced up the front, pushing her breast up and outward. The dress ended mid-thigh, showing off a stretch of firm leg. She held a slapper crop over her shoulder, letting him drink her in with those big brown eyes... soon she knew he would be surfing that wave of pleasure and pain... and his focus would not be quite as sharp as it was right now. Now she had his undivided attention, and he had hers! She stood there at the foot of the bed, visually devouring him. Watching him writhe against the restraints, muscles flexing, mouth stretched around the ball gag... Ummm, delicious!! As their eyes locked, he silently pleaded with her to start already!!
She had made him wait like that, strapped to the bed, for 10 or 15 long minutes. They had agreed on safe words and gestures before they started. It was something he played off, but she insisted on. She had tied him down while she was still dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. This was his first look at her in the new outfit. Lust was filling his eyes, and she grinned more broadly.
"See something you like?" she asked, striking a pose with the crop, turning from side to side.
"Uhhhmmmhhh" came his muffled reply, as he nodded furiously.
"I'll take that as a yes" she grinned again. "And I think this guy is voting yes, too". She lifted his stiff dick with the riding crop. He stiffened, bracing, as she toyed with his cock. Taking it in her hand, she brought the crop down in a light quick slap against the shaft. He groaned in pain, trying to bring his knees up, but his legs were tied down. His dick stiffened more, if that was possible. "Traitor!" he thought again.
"He likes being spanked too, I see" Jenna said gleefully. Marc shook his head in a vigorous "No".
"But he does, see?" She pointed out, slapping his shaft again. Marc ground his teeth against the gag as she smacked it several more times. The front of his cock was turning bright pink and rigid. He attempted to twist away from her assault.
"I'm afraid that he needs as much training as you do, dear.... I think he is a very bad boy, and has been doing too much thinking for you!.... Now, hold still, understand me?!!" Her tone had gone from sweet to very stern. Looking up from her work on his poor dick, she pinned him with her gaze. He forced himself to stay still. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. The pain and pleasure was intoxicating and frightening all at the same time. The riding crop slapped away at his cock several more times, and he did his best to remain still, though he clenched his abs with each smack.
"Are you getting hot my new toy?" Jenna asked his dick. She did not appear to be addressing him, so Marc stayed quiet. Jenna reached for the bottle of lube...it was the warm tingly kind. Squirting some into her hand, she began stroking his cock. Marc shuddered at the contact. It felt so amazingly good, but the warming lube caused a burn against the spanked skin on his shaft. She stroked him until he was seconds from cumming. His balls tightened up in his sac. Precum oozed from the tip of his slit. Then she dropped his rock hard cock back to his abdomen. He threw his head back and groaned in frustration.
"Look down here, lover" she commanded. "Right now!" When she had his attention, she dipped her finger in his precum. Staring up into his eyes, she brought the finger up to her mouth. "Oh yum!" she exclaimed... "This is such a treat. You have to try some!"
Marc had never tasted cum, and he was sure he did not want to. Leave that to the girls and gay boys, he thought.... But she had him pinned with her eyes. He started to shake his head "no", but she nodded "yes", eyes sparkling. Reaching up with the other hand, she unsnapped the ball gag, finally freeing his mouth... but now he almost wanted it back on, so he wouldn't have to taste the sticky substance on her finger tip. Holding his gaze, she brought the finger toward his mouth. He tried to turn away.
"Marc! " Jenna growled, " you have been happy to have girls suck your dick for years... now you will know what they were tasting! Tongue out!" She snapped. He slowly stretched his tongue out of his mouth, as ordered. His lips were reddened and slightly puffy from the pressure of the ball gag. There was a faint red ring to the skin surrounding his mouth. Jenna savored the view of her boy, his slightly punished mouth, tongue so obediently held out. She shivered with lust, taking her time, as she stared at him. He blushed and looked away from her predatory gaze. His cock throbbed.
"Besides..." She chuckled ominously, "this is only precum. We'll try real cum later". He blushed crimson, his breathing becoming heavy, tongue remaining out. Gently, Jenna wiped her fingertip over his tongue, saying "wait" before he closed his mouth. She reached back down and scooped up more of the clear honey from his abdomen. This time, there was a string of precum dangling from her finger, and she lowered it onto his tongue.
"Look at me" she ordered again, finger resting on his tongue. When he complied, mouth still open, tongue extended, she smiled at him. Big brown eyes stared at her with naked vulnerability.
"Now you will close your mouth, my sweet thing. And suck every drop off of my finger" She commanded gently. Eyes fixed on hers, he did as she bid. Sucking on her finger, he wrapped his tongue around it, and then lapped at her finger pad as she slowly slid it out of his mouth. He swallowed experimentally. When he didn't gag or vomit, she grinned at him.
"Not bad, now, hum Lover?" He shook his head 'no' in a shy response to her question. It was such an odd contrast, to see her normally confident boyfriend looking so shy and vulnerable. Jenna felt a sudden rush of tenderness toward him. She crawled up the bed until they came face to face. Reaching behind his head she pulled his surprised mouth to hers, claiming him, yet again, with an urgent kiss. "Love you" she murmured into his mouth, "Fucking love you!" He returned her kiss with the same urgency, so relieved by the reassurance. They kissed for a long moment, each tasting the pre-cum on his tongue. Finally she broke it off with a sigh and a wink.
"Would love to lie here just kissing you.... But a Mistress's work is never done!" She laughed. He grinned behind a groan, dick jumping.
"Yes Ma'am", he managed, finally remembering his manners.
The crop was back in her hand, but now she was eyeing his nipples. If Marc's hands were not tied, he would have attempted to cover them. She loved to torture his nipples. He was not sure why, it was just one of her things. Truth be told, before her, no girl had ever messed with them....except to rub her hands lightly across them. Jenna was the first girl to tweak and twist them during sex, often bringing him over the edge to a much harder orgasm. That had been when their sex was still vanilla and kink was something he accidentally bumped into on a Porn site. Now his nipples were frequent subjects of her torture. This was both as scary and exciting as it was painful and erotic. His breath quickened as he did his best to peer down at them and then back up at her. What did she have in mind for them tonight? She had been talking about getting them pierced, something he would have never chosen to do on his own, but....
SMACK... the crop slapped down on his right nipple. "AHHHH" he cried out, the erotic pain burning through him.
SMACK...the left nipple was struck. "Uuuhhhhh" he ground between his teeth. And it was on... sharp crisp slaps rained down on his nipples alternating sides, the pain building to a crescendo... and suddenly he was flying, floating on the pain, his cries with each smack becoming more guttural. Both nipples were becoming swollen and reddened, with a square of pink/red skin surrounding them. Then she stopped. He looked at her through glassy eyes, panting raggedly. Dazed, he watched her reach for the clamps. A whimper of fear and desire escaped him. His cock throbbed painfully. One by one, she pulled the swollen nubs up and closed a clamp around the base of each one. A metal chain swung between the clamps. It was strong enough to hold weights, if needed. He groaned in agony, arching his back up toward her. Soon the nipples would become numb, if the clamps were left there, untouched. He doubted she would let that happen.
"My God" she breathed, leaning back to look at him, "you are so fucking hot!" He rolled his head to the side to look at her with hooded eyes, high from the pain. His muscled body glistened with sweat and his short blond curls were damp. His lips were reddened and puffy still.
"I am so fucking wet for you" she growled.
"Fuck me, please!" he implored, in a soft urgent tone.
"Not yet, baby" she grinned. "First you're going to taste me!"
"Oh Yes, please Ma'am!" he murmured, nodding his head vigorously.
Marc watched silently, breath heavy, as Jenna slide the soft leather dress up and stripped off a pair of black thongs. Climbing up onto the bed, she straddled his abdomen. Wet pussy ground against his hard abds. She loosened the ties of the bodice, freeing her breast. Leaning forward, scrapping roughly against his clamped nipples, she lowered a breast toward his face. He winced and moaned, but quickly opened his mouth. He sucked gently on her nipple, rolling it softly against the roof of his mouth. One hand braced on the bed behind him, she used the other hand to pull his head closer against her breast. He had become an expert at tending to her breast, just the right amount of tenderness and friction. If she gripped harder on the back of his head, he knew to increase pressure. Much of this he had learned before their relationship had changed, but now it was even more finely tuned. She pulled the nipple from his mouth and gave him the other breast, throwing her head back in ecstasy, as he went to work.
