What I Want
At least I think I do!
You have decided that I have been an impatient lover and you are going to teach me to be more restrained, shall we say.
I enter the bedroom to find you wearing a rather intimidating outfit. Black thigh high stockings, black stilettos, a black push-up bra, and black gloves. Your hair and make-up are impeccable and your just shaved pussy looks delicious.
I immediately rush over to you to try and lay you back on the bed and ravish you. You halt me in my tracks with a quick command to stop right there as you brandish a small riding crop.
I am brought up short by your command and don't know how to react to this newfound aggressive side to your bedroom personality.
You command me to undress and kneel in front of you. I quickly oblige but can't help but to lean forward to try and kiss you. You quickly sidestep my forward lunge and land a quick lash with the crop on my exposed buttocks. This gets my attention and I quickly realize that you have some definite plans for my training in patience.
You again command me to my knees. This time I obey and kneel as instructed. You command me to cross my wrists in front of me where you proceed to tie them with a length of rope. I go along with this because I trust that you will be teaching me a very valuable lesson. My cock is hard from the unusual treatment and the uncertainty of the situation. And besides, you look absolutely stunning in your outfit.
With a wry smile you command me to watch for a few minutes. You sit in the chair and raise your legs to the foot stool, splaying them wide. Using the riding crop you tease your clit with short quick strokes and a few light taps. My cock twitches at the sight. You summon me closer. I crawl over to you on my knees. You tell me to kiss the crop which you hold out to me. I do and I can smell your juices on it. I lick it tentatively. You quickly pull it away and administer two quick light but still stinging slaps to my rigid cock. I twitch uncontrollably and beg your forgiveness.
You resume playing with your pussy using both the crop and the fingers of your other hand. I can see that you are getting excited too as your lips glisten in the soft light.
You command me to lean forward over the foot stool and I do, my face inches from your hot core. I can hear your fingers working in the wet folds. I moan softly and reach out my tongue. You respond by giving me two quick swipes to my upturned ass, harder than any I have yet received. "Haven't you learned yet that you are not to do anything until I have commanded it?" you ask.
Obviously not.
"This warrants a severe punishment you bad boy. Come with me into the bathroom." You command.
I follow you to the bathroom where you are already removing your shoes and stockings. Your bra quickly follows, along with your gloves. "Into the tub and kneel at the shower end." You command. As I climb into the tub I have an inkling of what is to come and I begin to shake. You climb into the tub with me. Facing towards me you sit on the edge of the tub, one leg raised on the edge and one in the corner. You begin to play with your pussy again. Unknown to me, you have been drinking glass after glass of water for the last two hours and are straining to hold in your pee.
"Come closer." You instruct, "But, don't touch or you will get another taste of the crop!"
"Yes Mistress." I respond without even thinking.
As I edge closer on my knees, I lower my face to within inches of your pussy. You are rubbing your clit furiously and juices are dripping out of your pussy down to your puckered ass. All at once I see that you are beginning to pee, a slight dribble comes out and runs down your ass. You quickly pull the lips of your pussy open and angle your pelvis upward. Straining slightly you produce a quick spurt that hits me in the chest. I gasp as the warm fluid runs down my torso to my raging cock. It is clear and does not smell much at all.
Another short dribble is followed by an even stronger spray. This time you keep the flow going, letting your bladder force the stream up into the air. Arcing above my head, I lean back and it hits me in the face. I gasp and some drips off my lips and enters my mouth. My initial revulsion is replaced by passion and I open my mouth again, this time leaning in closer. The stream is intense. Your fingers keep your pussy lips spread wide and the stream darts around my face.
"Suck my clit NOW!" you scream. I obey, clamping my mouth on your engorged bud. Your pee continues to hit me in the chin. As the stream dwindles you begin to convulse as your orgasm overtakes your body. I support you as you come down from your orgasm.
"Now it's my turn?" I ask.
"No." you coo softly with a hint of mischief in your voice. "You're just getting started."
We shower together, soaping each other up. We caress and fondle each other, which is difficult for me since my hands are still tied together. You order me to bend over and place my hands on the edge of the tub. I eye you suspiciously, but a quick slap on my ass makes me comply.
With a fresh handful of soap you run your hands over my ass. Your fingers graze my asshole lightly and my cock which has remained nearly hard through the entire last hour twitches uncontrollably. You reach between my legs and soap the entire length of my tool and then gently cradle and massage my balls. I groan in absolute torment and pleasure.
Your hand roams back to my ass and you finger circles my tight hole. "What's good for the gander must be good for the goose as well." You chide.
"I don't know bout this." I stammer.
"You don't really have a choice." You purr into my ear, as you ease your index finger into my ass up to the first knuckle. The sensations are intense and I instinctively tighten up.
"I don't think this will work." I plead, but as I say the words you reach around with your other hand and stroke my cock which has never been harder.
