Reunited with My Good Boy

You've been away in Scotland for 2 weeks. 2 weeks of not seeing each other and we are both crazy horny. When you pick me up from my road, all you want to do is jump on me but I've already made it perfectly clear that there's no vanilla boyfriend in sight this evening. You will start off as my little bitch and you will damn we'll work hard if you want to climb the ranks and get to my good boy before we have to say goodbye.

I climb in the van, turn to you, place my hand on your upper thigh, dig in my nails, and say 'drive'. You go to ask me where, but I put my finger to your lips and whisper shhh as I point straight ahead. You see, you didn't book anywhere for us to stay, and you thought we were just seeing each other for a few hours, as we hadn't discussed it, but I booked a little surprise for you, well, for me really, as this evening isn't about your pleasure, no, not one bit, tonight is all about me, and doing what I want, when I want to you. My little bitch. My property. All mine.

I silently instruct you where to drive, my right hand never leaving your thigh, my nails continuing to dig a groove into your skin through your jeans. We get to our destination half an hour later, it's a log cabin, just past Corfe castle, which is totally set apart from anywhere else, secluded, isolated, just as I wanted, so nobody can hear the noises you are going to be making as I put you through your paces, as I push you to your hard limits and break you...

I put your collar and lead on you in the van, as the keys are in a box right by us, and I lead you, stood up, much to your relief, into the cabin, where I shut the door and push you onto your knees, back against it, pulling on the lead so that your head tips back and you are looking up at me, where I stand in front of you, a small smile playing on my lips as I admire you knelt before me. I tell you that I am going to push you to your limits, that I am going to do with you what I want, because you are my property, that our time apart has just made me realise how much I want to dominate you full time, but that I need to train you more before you can be my full time toy.

I tell you to get yourself undressed and to crawl into the bathroom, then I hose you down in the shower with cold water, until you are trembling before me, all shivery and cold, such a pathetic little bitch you are being. I throw you a towel, and tell you to dry yourself off, then I tell you to follow me into the kitchen, where I have the ingredients for you to make me dinner. Don't think about getting dressed though. You are going to cook for me stark naked, well, apart from that adorable pink collar I got for you, and matching pink butt plug, which I tell you to push into your own ass before getting on with preparing our meal.

You get to work, chopping vegetables, frying meat, getting everything together. You are feeling much too well with everything, so I grab a little whip and start making it harder for you, whacking you across the backs of the legs, your ass, up your back, telling you to keep cooking for me, not to spill a drop of anything. You are trying so hard, but it's so humiliating having me hit you whilst you are cooking naked for me, with the girly butt plug inside you, and the hot pink collar pulling against your neck, the lead being tugged on by me every so often.

Despite the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, that little button of yours has got rock hard, and is standing to attention, even whilst you mix ingredients together, putting the finishing touches to the dish. I decide to make things even harder for you, and grab some ice cubes from the freezer, kneeling down in front of you and pushing the freezing cold ice up against your balls, onto the soft, sensitive skin in between the balls and your little button, on your button itself, all along the shaft, and up your inner thighs, until your whole body begins shaking, from the exertion, the bittersweet pleasure and pain, and the pain of the cold ice hitting your body.

When I think you can't take it any longer, and at the risk of dinner burning, I stop what I'm doing and smack your still shaking ass, telling you to serve me my dinner. You go to serve yourself some but I shake my head and laugh, "little bitches don't get to sit at the dinner table to eat..." I murmur, as I pull out a metal bowl and tell you to put yours into it, before placing it next to the table, where I sit, pushing you down onto all fours as I begin to eat my food and drink the glass of wine you poured me.

You get to work on your dinner, using just your mouth to eat every last bit, knowing that it will please me for you to avoid using your hands. I reward you by stroking the back of your head, rubbing your hair, calling you my good little slut, telling you that you have managed to reach the next, that you can be my slut now... I finish my own food at my leisure, picking up the lead and pulling you into the lounge as I lay down on the sofa and instruct you to fall into submission in front of me, patiently waiting for your next instruction.

"Worship my feet, Slut" I command, and you immediately snap to attention and start. You rub, stroke and kiss my feet, my calves, the arch of my foot... you are so involved with your task, you don't notice me lighting a candle until you feel the sensation of hot wax being drizzled from above across your back, your round ass, the backs of your thighs as you are there on all fours, still paying attention to my feet, even as I pour wax over you. You moan as the wax hits your skin and hardens there, as your button rises and bobs around, wanting so badly to fuck be, but you know that's not allowed.

I tell you to stop what you are doing and to crawl into the bedroom, where I have laid out an outfit for you to wear. It's all white frills and pretty pink bows, the girliest thing you've ever seen. You don't hesitate when I instruct you to put it on, reaching under to attach the stockings, the lace material caressing your balls as it pulls against you. I stand back and admire you, telling you what a pretty little slut you are, stroking your hair as I attach you, spread-eagle on the bed.

I tie your wrists and ankles, telling you that I am going to fuck your face with my strap on, before making you take it up the ass, you dirty, filthy little slut. You nod your head, as I also attach a gag, stopping you from being able to talk, although the deep, guttural moans you are making work their way through the gag, making me instantly wet as I also attach the strap on to my body. Once secure, and confident that you can't move a muscle, I climb onto your chest and position my cock over your mouth until you're ready for me to fuck your face.

I smile down at you, so turned on about your submission, as I push inside that mouth of yours and start to vigorously fuck your face, holding a hand to your throat as I do it, enjoying your breathing stuttering before you begin to gasp for air. I stop, let you recover for a split second, and then start again, harder this time, and without mercy. Your body is shaking so hard, you have a thin sheen of sweat all over you. I keep whispering in your ear, whilst I fuck your mouth and kiss down your chest, that you are such a good little slut, that I will treat you if you are good for me. Then I reach down and start touching you, "do you want to be my good boy, for me?" I ask, smiling when you eagerly attempt to nod yes. "Then take my cock in your ass" I moan, as I start fucking you in the ass, your legs up in the air, your breathing still all over the place.

Whilst I fuck your ass, I also start stroking your button, enjoying the moans you are now making, along with your body shaking. I bring you to the edge over and over again, whilst I ride your ass, and then, just as Suddenly as it started, it stopped again... I blindfold you, removing the gag, as lean down and kiss you hard, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you further into me. "If you want to be my good boy, you need to make me cum, using just your hands" I tell you, untying you and lying down where you were bound. I tell you that you can remove the blindfold, you have to feel your way and make me cum, hard, if you want to be good. You get to work, really trying hard to get me to cum. I surrender myself to you, enjoying the sensation of you pushing your fingers inside me, how it feels to be filled up. I feel myself reaching the peak, and let myself go, pulling your head in between my legs as I'm riding wave after wave of pleasure.

"Good boy" I say as I come back down to earth... "now, fuck your goddess like I told you to"... you don't need to be told twice, you rip off the blindfold, push yourself on top of me and go to town, fucking me hard and fast, Grinding your hips into my body, enjoying the sensation of your button, getting soaking wet inside me. As you get closer to the edge, I wrap my arms around you and cling on tight, feeling you inside me, all over me, as I cum again, this time with you, your cum filling me up to the brim as we both collapse back onto the bed in a sweaty mess.