You walk in the room to find me naked, kneeling on the floor waiting for you. My hair is in a high pony tail, I'm sitting back on my heels with my legs spread and my hands resting on my thighs. My breath catches as you saunter slowly towards me. You crouch down before me, trail a hand from my cheek, down my neck and in between my breasts, then further down my belly until your fingers bury themselves between my pussy lips. I'm soaked, and you remove your fingers only to raise them to my mouth in a silent order. I open for you and suck them clean, returning your stare as my chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly.
You stand and begin to undress as I watch every move you make. When you finally drop your pants I suck in an excited breath, knowing what's coming next, and lick my lips. My hand begins involuntarily to move towards my crotch, and you shake your head and say, "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself."
I jerk my hand back to its original position and blush, embarrassed. You step directly into my space and I'm presented with your raging hard on. I'm already about to open my mouth when you tell me to suck your dick.
I gladly take you in my mouth as I feel another gush of wetness between my thighs. I use only my mouth at first. After a short time I move my hand to touch your ankle while I look up at you with my lips still wrapped around your cock, silently asking you if it's okay to use my hands as well. You nod yes and for several minutes you allow me to do my thing; stroking, sucking and teasing you.
When you get tired of the game, you tell me "hands down, but you can play with yourself." I make an excited noise from around your shaft and reach down to rub my pussy as you grab hold of my ponytail. You use it as a handle as you start to fuck my mouth slowly.
You know it drives me crazy to give you control like this. You know exactly how much I get off on it. As you begin to thrust faster into my mouth I rub harder on my clit, making little muffled sounds of pleasure. Finally you slam into my mouth and I take you all in, deep. You hold me there, my face pressed against your belly as you cum down the back of my throat and I swallow instinctively, moaning around your cock as I find my own release.
You pull out, and we both catch our breath for a second. Then you start to chuckle and I look up at you, confused. "I don't remember saying that you could cum."
Oh shit!
Your grin broadens at my gasp and the startled expression on my face. You take me by the hand and pull me up from my kneeling position, kiss me thoroughly and whisper in my ear with a smile, "you just earned yourself a spanking."
I sag in relief, understanding that you're not upset or disappointed with me. Rather you're quite pleased with my minor fuck up and the opportunity it provides. So you take me by the hand and lead me over to a sturdy round table in the corner of the room. You bend me over the table and I shiver a little as the cold wood meets my belly and breasts. You pat me lightly on the ass and tell me not to move, then go in search of the toy bag you had me bring in anticipation of games such as this.
You find it under the bed, a nondescript black duffel bag. Carrying it back to the table, you retrieve 4 leather cuffs with D rings and buckle them around my wrists and ankles. My breath comes faster as you rummage through the bag for some rope, then attach it to the rings in the cuffs around my wrists and tie each one securely to a table leg. Returning to the bag, you grab a few more implements and I twist my head around to see, but you're out of my sight. I feel your hands push on the insides of my calves, telling me to spread my legs for you. When I do you attach a spreader bar to the cuffs on my ankles.
My widened stance steals the slack remaining in the restraints on my wrists and the rope pulls tight. You take a moment to admire your handiwork as I wiggle to test my bonds, and my heartbeat accelerates with excitement at discovering there's no way I'm getting out of this until you untie me. Your cock twitches at the sight of my bare, glistening pussy spread before you, my legs spread wide so there's nothing to obstruct your ministrations. Your hand runs up the inside of my thigh and a finger taps my clit lightly before you add another and push them into my pussy, pumping in and out until I'm panting with need.
You pause to retrieve the last toy you've set aside for the night. I feel your hand on my ass cheek and then a cold wetness on my hole. You massage my left cheek as you gently insert the plug into my bottom. I heave a shaky sigh as it slides in fully and I feel myself close around the base. Then you turn it on to a low vibration and I whisper "Oh God!"
You bend over me, pushing the plug in deeper and press a light kiss between my shoulder blades. Tell me that my safe word is
red
. Then you stand up and begin to spank my ass. You start off light, little slaps to warm me up and I wiggle my bottom in pleasure. But as your blows gradually increase in strength and speed my cheeks burn and throb. I start to cry out each time your hand makes contact, my skin now bright red. Despite the pain (or because of it) my arousal skyrockets and as you continue to spank me and the plug in my ass buzzes away I want nothing more than for you to bury yourself in my soaking pussy.
When I think I can't take one more blow and I'm seriously considering safe wording you change the trajectory of your hand and bring it down with much less force, slapping directly onto my pussy. I writhe and moan in the pleasure/pain and feel an enormous orgasm about to unleash. You do it again twice more and I'm almost there but before I can reach it you stop and rub my back gently.
I groan in relief or frustration, I'm not even sure which. My body relaxes a little, muscles I didn't even know were clenched release slightly. You keep stroking my back as I calm down and come partially back to Earth. I still feel lightheaded and dizzy, and I need so bad to have some friction between my legs. I wiggle my ass, a silent plea and you oblige, running your hands lower to my ass and kneading my tortured flesh. It makes me jump and squeak, and you chuckle, then move down and begin to rub my pussy lightly, circling my clit but not touching - teasing me.
