As I lay here, I can't help but think of him. My mind always wanders in his direction. I think of his sweet smile, those mischievous eyes, and the way he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room that matters. I long for his touch. I lay back and a fantasy of us begins to flit across my mind...
We are driving together on our way home from dinner with friends. I can tell by his silence he is plotting something as we proceed on our way to the house. I made a smart-assed comment during dinner to him which I knew was going to get me in to trouble. My pussy begins to get moist wondering what terribly wonderful things he has in store for me.
By the time we arrive to the house, my legs are nearly cramping from squeezing my legs together attempting to relieve the heat between them. Before I begin to reach for the door, he places his hand on mine, leans in, and kisses me sweetly. In a calm, but stern voice he tells me to go in to the house and prepare myself for him. Then, I am to present myself to him in the play room. As he is telling me this, he slowly slides his hand in to my hair and collects a handful. He squeezes, pulling my hair and whispers, "And don't worry, I didn't forget about what happened at dinner." My face becomes flush as he releases my hair and kisses me on the cheek.
I walk in the house heading straight for the bathroom. I am quickly undressed and in the water; breathing in the steam and letting the heat cleanse my skin. I shave my body leaving only a small, soft patch of fur above my clitoris. I rinse off enjoying the last moments of warmth before my skin is exposed to the cool evening air. Thinking only of servicing him, I lotion my skin, brush my hair, and make sure all of my makeup from the evening is gone. I want to be completely exposed to him.
Naked, I walk from the bathroom through the house and to the room that is usually kept locked. He is there, sitting in his favorite chair, waiting for my arrival. Without hesitation, I walk to him and sit on my knees in front of him. I hold my head high and look at my Sir as his eyes inspect my body. He always smiles at this part. He looks upon me as if critiquing a work of the renaissance era; examining every scar and curve as if he is trying to commit every bit to memory. I attempted to dry my cunt of its juices as I was toweling off, but I could begin to feel my wetness collecting on my labia. In that moment I would have done anything he requested, and he knew it.
He stands up and steps forward which places his zipper right in front of my eyes. He runs his hand through my hair and looks down upon me. I begin to reach for his zipper, and he allows me to fasten his pants, reach in and pull out his semi-hard member. I always love getting to it at this stage. I want to feel it grow in my mouth. I part my lips and lick the tip gently. Pre-cum has gathered there and deposits on my tongue as I run it along the slit. I close my lips around the head savoring the taste of him in my mouth.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I gently guide in as much of him as I can fit. I close my lips around the shaft and gently begin to suck as my tongue runs up and down the length of him. He begins to grow soon leaving the tip at the back of my throat constricting my airflow. I hold him there until my lungs begin to scream for air and my gag reflex begins to protest his intrusion. I remove his now hard and glistening cock from my mouth and grasp for breath as my hand continues to please him. Only a short break is taken before I have him inside of my mouth. Once again he invades my throat leaving me gagging and gasping.
He begins to gently rock his hips back and forth while holding my head steady with my hair. He encourages me to take him as deeply as I can, like a good girl. He tells me that I have an amazing mouth, but should be more careful about what comes out of it. I know at that moment what my punishment will be and I begin to dread it. He continues to use my mouth to his pleasure and with each thrust I am surer he will force me to swallow his load. I have always had an aversion to swallowing. It makes me gag and turns my stomach. The thought of being forced to do it has always turned me on, however. My pussy becomes even wetter as he gets closer to using my mouth as his receptacle, but I dread it all the same.
Soon he is no longer being gentle, fucking my face while holding my hair for support. He groans and fucks until I feel him pull most of his dick out of my mouth leaving in only the head. He begins to stroke its length as it swells in preparation of an orgasm. "Do not swallow yet, girl. I want you to savor my cum." I feel his cock pulse as his load begins to spray in to my mouth. He finishes inside my mouth and I can feel his cum on my tongue. Normally, he lets me take it in the back of my throat so I am not forced to taste it as much, but this time he wants to watch me suffer. I hold it in my mouth until he gives me the order to swallow. I gag, but swallow every drop before he releases my hair and allows me to catch my breath.
I regain composure and look up at him while wiping off the tears running down my cheeks. He smiles at me, petting my hair and praising me for doing a good job. "You are not done yet, girl," he says grabbing a fist full of my hair and gently pulling me on all fours. He leads me to the St. Andrew's cross and instructs me to stand facing the wall. I can feel him moving behind me as I wait for what's next. My stomach turns slightly as it does every time I find myself in trouble. I hate it when he isn't happy with me. I breathe deep in preparation for what is to come. He uses thick leather cuffs to secure my arms to the cross and places a blindfold over my eyes.
My skin begins to feel electric as all of my senses are heightened. I hear him lift a tool off of the rack on the wall and race myself for the impending sensations. Suddenly, I feel a shock as the leather strap meets my skin. I let out a high pitched yelp and pull at the bindings as I attempt to catch my breath. Before I am able to recover another assault lands the strap across my ass. My eyes fill with tears. Three more swings and the strap meets my ass and thighs leaving red welts across my skin. He leans in close to my ear, grabs a handful of hair and whispers, "Now, girl, we will be much more careful as to what we say, won't we."
"Yes, Sir." I reply breathlessly.
"Good girl," he pulls my head back and brings his lips to mine, kissing me passionately. "Now, your punishment is over, but I am still not done with you. Back in position, babygirl." I happily comply because I know the fun part was finally beginning. I hear him moving behind me and change weapons. The first strike is a bit mild, but still more painful than normal because my nerves are already exposed. I know he is testing where I am and gauging my reaction before he moves forward. My Sir begins to rhythmically attack my cheeks and thighs with the soft leather flogger. The sensation is mild and enjoyable. I push my ass out from the cross a bit more to increase his ease of access, then wiggle it a touch just to tease him.