Carnal Nights: 04 Acceptance

Authors Note: Thanks again to everyone that read the first three parts and left me stars! I was super nervous about my writing before this, but all the great ratings and encouragement in DM have really helped me find my groove. Apologies that part 4 took a little longer, I hope the extra effort that I put in makes up for the delays. This episode picks up from right where we left off, with Dennis finishing his first bedtime story on a major cliffhanger. Disclaimer - This episode contains scenes involving femdom, anal play, and light CNC. Enjoy!

The room filled with dark commanding anger as Amy threw her legs over the side of the bed and rose to her feet. With each authoritative footfall, the triumphant grin on Dennis' face was consumed by the fear growing in the pit of his stomach until it had morphed into a mask of awestruck contrition. His mind raced, unable to tell if she was truly enraged, or simply playing a role. Regardless of his uncertainty, the palms of his hands grew slick with cold sweat, and he could feel the hammering of his heart pounding in his chest and thumping in his groin. Inside her newly christened toy drawer, she retrieved a shiny black leather crop. She held it in her right hand, and with her left, traced the length of the crop from its handle, up the thin stalk flexing it into a slight bend until her finger slid off the square tip allowing it to spring back into arrow straightness. Each step she took possessed the feline grace of a jungle cat, an apex predator stalking her helpless prey. The thin fabric and netting of her bodystocking rippled as she moved and Dennis could see thr glistening wetness of her bare pussy beginning to spread onto her inner thighs. Dennis followed her with his gaze, and as she strode past the end of the bed, she picked up the end of the leash before disappearing behind him. He tried turning his head and twisting his torso to keep Amy in his field of vision, but with a yank on his leash, she stopped him, "Crawl," She commanded, increasing the tension on the collar around his neck. "Head up, eyes down." With no other choice but to be dragged, Dennis did as he was told. They made it just a few feet further from the bed before she stopped, "Kneel." Being sure to keep his head up, and eyes down, Dennis rose up onto his knees, allowing himself to sit on his heels with his thighs clamped tight together. With the tip of the crop, she tapped the inside of his knees, the taps growing stronger and more frequent until Dennis had separated them to her liking. "Place your hands on your head, and interlock your fingers." Without hesitation, he complied. Again she circled him, and again she repeated the gesture of adjusting him with her crop, tapping the sides of his ass until it lifted up off his heels. She then did the same to the small of his back to correct his posture.

"If I say 'Present' this is the position I expect you to be in. You're not to move unless instructed." Again, she disappeared behind him, and when she returned, she had a short length of chain which she used to connect the rings on his two wrist cuffs.

Amy really wasn't sure what she intended to do, she simply allowed the current of dominance inside her to guide her actions. She stepped back around in front of Dennis and sneered at him, noting the chastity cage on his groin bulging and twitching. Still wearing her pumps, she brought her foot up slowly until Dennis' straining cock was resting on her toes. She flicked her foot, causing it to bounce and jiggle, then took it away, letting his cock flop back down as she stood back. Gently, she let the tip of the crop trace the contours of his chest, teasing each of his nipples then flicking them with the square leather patch on the end of the crop. It continued to meander down his torso until it reached his caged manhood. She traced around it, tapped his balls twice, then once more, only this time harder. Dennis winced in pain, but the blow wasn't hard enough for him to lose his composure. She stalked around behind him once again, and with a series of booming cracks, the crop struck his ass cheeks. Searing hot pain shot through Dennis' rear, then cooled to leave warm stripes as an insistent reminder. Dennis yelped, but was cut off by another salvo of red hot lines.

The pain was interrupted by the sound of Amy digging in the drawer again. Dennis could feel her closing in, then finally felt her warm breath on the back of his neck. "Good boy." She said in a hoarse whisper. She traced the outline of his spine with her fingernail all the way down into the crack of his ass and beyond. Pausing to give his balls a tight twisting squeeze, she then began working her way back up, dragging her finger along his underside and stopping at his anus. Dennis used all of his concentration to resist the feral instinct to clench his cheeks in self defense. She pressed on his hole, massaging it until it grasped at her finger, then she let her finger retreat. "I've got a little treat for you. Let's call it a new accessory." A squirting sound, like that of a ketchup bottle, sent shivers down Dennis' spine. He felt the finger return, only this time coated in a slick slime. It ran up and down the crevice between his cheeks, leaving an unnatural slippery feeling behind, then again it rubbed and prodded his hole until it slipped in. Amy worked the one finger in and out, careful to make sure that every millimeter was thoroughly lubed before slipping a second finger in. Using her two fingers, she kneaded and stretched the opening until she could pump them in and out with little resistance, then pushed until both fingers disappeared, curling them down toward Dennis' trapped package eliciting a guttural moan. Lost in the pleasure of Amy's fingers rubbing his prostate, Dennis tried to push back on them, causing Amy to remove them entirely and replace them with a hard slap on his ass cheek. "Did I ask you to fuck yourself?" She whispered.

"I-I-I uh, no." He sputtered.

"Who are you talking to again?" Another slap landed.

"Uh, No, Mistress." Dennis managed to say.

"That's better. Time for an experiment." She picked up the smallest plug out of the silicon training set from the bed, coated it in lube, and turned back to him. She let the plug slide up and down his crack, then pressed it against his hole until it disappeared inside. "Well that was a little too easy." She joked sadistically, pumping it in and out of him. "Let's try bigger." She tossed the first one on the bed, and picked up the next size larger. This one only offered the slightest resistance and still she was able to slide it in and out of him with relative ease. Dennis moaned in pleasure as she did. "Someone is a little loose down there, have you been practicing on your own without telling me?" She paused, waiting for a response, and when it didn't come, she goaded it out with a hard slap to his outer thigh.

"I-I -uh yes, yes Mistress."

"How cute! I didn't know I had a little anal slut on my hands." She giggled. "I might have to do a little more shopping tomorrow." She let go of the plug when it was about halfway out of his ass, and let it fall to the floor. Turning back to the bed, she skipped over the third plug, and went right to the largest. After applying a liberal smothering of lube, she used her free hand to spread Dennis' cheeks. She pressed the plug firmly against his anus, and it began to slide in. Dennis yelped in pain as he felt the plug spreading his hole further and further, causing Amy to ease up a bit then reapply pressure. She worked it back and forth until finally, his ass loosened up enough for it to gobble up the plug. She pushed and poked and prodded, each touch sent a sharp pain rippling through Dennis' abdomen as the plug pushed against his still tight inner sphincter. Once she was satisfied, she stood up and took a step back to admire her handiwork, then came around in front of Dennis. She bent at the waist and got nose to nose with him, and staring into his eyes, said "I'm glad we both like your new jewelry, but I think you've had enough pleasure for one night." Rising up, she stepped forward, grabbed Dennis by the hair, and buried his face in her crotch. "That's it baby, get me nice and wet for my new toys." She moaned. "Here, let me help you a bit." She pulled his head back and held it there firmly while she collected a pool of saliva on her tongue, then opened her mouth and let it dribble down onto Dennis' face. A loud smack reverberated as she used her free hand to slap him across the face and rub the spit into his cheeks and forehead, then she drove his head back into her pussy.

Dennis tried as best as he could to lick and suck on Amy's clit, but her gyrating hips and the forceful use of her hand on his head made it virtually impossible. He could feel the growing redness and irritation caused by the mesh fabric of the body stocking scrubbing the combination of fluids into his nose, chin and forehead, but all he could managed to do was hold his tongue out. It was apparent that Amy was more interested in turning Dennis' face into a sloppy mess than she was an orgasm. Like an artist admiring their recent work, she released him, took a step back, and paused for a moment to appreciate the wreckage of spit, pussy juice, and snot coating Dennis' face. His chin and forehead had turned an angry red with the faint outline of tiny grid squares left by the mesh body stocking, as if he'd been pressing his face against a window screen. She grabbed both of his nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers, and tugged up on them, forcing Dennis to rise to his feet. "Go in the bathroom and get your replacements. And don't you even think about washing my masterpiece off your face."

"Yes Miss," Dennis said, resigned. He brought his still cuffed hands down in front of him, and scurried for the bathroom sink, where he'd left Amy's new toys to dry. Each uneasy step was met with both pain and pleasure as the plug simultaneously rubbed against his prostate and bumped against his loosening inner sphincter. The constant assault on his rectum combined with his time spent kneeling made his gate uneven and each footfall jittery. He gathered up the collection of dildos in his arms, and ran back into the bedroom. After dumping them on the bed, he stood off to the side and waited for instructions on wobbly legs.

"Lay down in the center of the bed and spread your arms and legs." She commanded, removing the chain connecting his cuffs. Dennis quickly obliged, and to his surprise, Amy began attaching the cuffs to straps on each corner of the bed. She knelt down at the head of the bed to do something, causing the straps to pull tight. Her hands tickled and teased the inside of his thighs before she finally crawled up on the bed between his legs and continued on until each of her knees were planted on either side of his hips. Dennis could see wet, sticky droplets forming on her labia as she lowered herself down on his trapped and helpless cock. "What's the matter baby? Can't get it up? Am I not hot enough for you? I really just want to be fucked! It's a good thing I did some shopping today." She teased, her voice oozing with malicious innocence. All Dennis could manage was a nod, a shakey, uneasy one at that.

Amy snatched up the 8" black rubber cock off the bed and planted the suction cup base firmly on Dennis' sternum. Keeping one hand wrapped around it, she walked her knees forward until the big black cock rested against her pubic mound. She stared into Dennis' eyes, idly stroking the fake cock with both hands, then rose up and then back down, letting the head run the length of her labia and pop back in front of her, she repeated the motion over and over again, teasing it as if it were the real thing. Finally it caught between her moist lips and her hands were replaced by her tight pussy. Amy let out a feral howl as she drove her hips onto the dildo, gyrating the entire way down. The first few strokes were slow, as she needed to grow accustomed to the length and girth, but before she knew it, she was bouncing on the thick black dildo with reckless abandon. Screams, moans, and howls escaped her lips and mixed with the sound of her thighs and ass slapping against Dennis' chest to create a frantic erotic symphony. Dennis moaned and writhed against his bonds, desperate for relief; His cock bulged and throbbed helplessly against the chastity cage.

Then it stopped. With the fake cock buried in Amy's pussy to the hilt, she leaned forward and released Dennis' right arm, then she raised up off the soaking dildo and let it flop down on Dennis' chest, the head almost landing on his chin. In one smooth motion, she thrust the suction cup end into Dennis' free hand, and spun around into a sixty-nine position. Dennis' view was consumed by Amy's pussy. He could feel the cool featherlight strands of hair tickling his thighs and he twitched with each movement of her head. She shifted her weight from her palms down to her elbows, and Dennis could feel her breath on his balls, then she moved her hips back, letting her clit drag up his chin and settle on his lower lip. Dennis stuck out his tongue and with the very tip, pressed and swirled against her clit.

"Fuck me good baby," Amy gasped breathlessly. With his free hand, he teased her slick pussy, running the tip of the dildo up and down her slit, until a sharp nibble on his swollen balls told him that playtime was over. The dildo slipped past Amy's labia with almost no effort as all, and Dennis pumped it in and out while simultaneously jabbing his tongue into her clit. He could taste the latex of the dildo mixed with Amy's juices as each stroke pressed its balls against the back of his tongue. He tried different angles and different speeds, but nothing would stop the fake balls from dragging across his face. Eventually, resigned to it, he closed his eyes and slammed the black 8" dong as hard as he could into Amy. He could feel Amy's mouth around his balls, and the harder he pumped, the more she moaned and screamed into them until finally, with a loud pop, she pulled her head up, yanking on his balls with her lips until they popped free. She screamed in ecstasy, and Dennis had to fight the torrent of spray from her pussy to keep the dildo both in his hand, and inside of her. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, and she shivered and spasmed in delight. Dennis' mouth filled with fluid, and he could feel the warm bitter liquid coating his face and running down his chin. Savoring the last orgasmic sensations, Amy rotated her hips, then wiggled them forward until the dildo escaped. When she felt Dennis pull it clear, she smirked, and sat up, letting the remaining fluids drain onto Dennis' face and was sure to rub them in with her pussy for good measure.

Amy rolled off of Dennis, and both of them just laid there trying to catch their breath. She idly toyed with her sensitive clit, making small delicate circles to revel in the dissipating orgasmic tingle. Dennis' cock throbbed with the hammering beat of his heart, his poor cock bulged and spasmed against its confines. He could feel the precum oozing out of the end of his cage and pooling on the sheets below. She curled up with Dennis, laying on her side with her head on his chest. The two of them just laid there for a while until Amy turned to Dennis and whispered, "I love you, you do know that right?" She fingered and toyed with the hair on his stomach and let her hands drift back and forth across his legs. When she finally stirred from her trance, it was to remove the tattered remnants of her lingerie. The legs and arms had runs, and the body was soaked in sweat, lube and her juices, worst of all, the area surrounding her crotch was torn and shredded. She tossed her shoes over the side of the bed, then stood to peel off the ragged garment and throw it in the trash. When she turned back to Dennis, her authoritative demeanor had returned. She reattached his wrist cuffs to the system of straps then kissed him deeply on the mouth, savoring the combined taste of Dennis mixed with her pussy.

"Stay right there, I'm going to go rinse off." She cackled. And made her way unsteadily toward the shower. While Amy had clearly come down from her erotic high, Dennis was trapped in his both figuratively and literally. The ruin of his face had begun to dry into a crusty mess, and the pressure in his groin refused to let up. His focus drifted to, and became obsessed with the plug in his ass gently pressing against his prostate. He rocked his hips to try to wiggle it against the bed, but the memory foam of the mattress proved insignificant in providing the stimulus he needed to do anything more than tease himself. He railed against his bonds in frustration, but then gave up and wallowed in his own desperation. With nothing else to do, he closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the shower. The feelings of fear and anxiety had all but faded away, and despite his aching cock, Dennis felt content.

When Amy returned to the bedroom, Dennis was sound asleep. She tiptoed over to her dresser to pick out something to sleep in, hastily grabbing a pastel blue slip dress that had spaghetti straps and lace trim with a scoop neck. She matched it with a pair of navy blue lace trim hiphugger panties. She dressed, brushed her hair and teeth, then stopped to admire the wreckage of their bedroom. Both Dennis and the bed were a mess of drying secretions, dildos and bondage gear. Amy made a mental note to pick up some waterproof sheets, if such a thing existed. With Dennis out cold, she couldn't change the linens and there was no way she was going to sleep in a puddle. She quietly picked up all the toys and dumped them in Dennis' sink, collected the rest of the gear and tossed it in her nightstand drawer, then debated on whether or not to undo Dennis' bonds. Out of concern for safety, she unclipped the straps from Dennis' cuffs, kissed him on the forehead, and turned out the lights on her way to the spare bedroom. Pausing at the side of the spare bed, she shot Dennis a text message, and the second her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.

A few hours later, Dennis woke to an aching pain in his groin. The wet sheets stuck to his back as he rolled over, only to find Amy missing from their bed. A sharp pain in his bladder sent him sprinting for the bathroom. When he sat to relieve his bladder and his aching cock, the plug in his ass gently grazed his prostate. Sitting on the toilet, he ran his hands over his face, the now dry cum coating his face shed by his touch into a million tiny flakes. Even in his exhausted state, he knew he needed to clean up a bit. He stood and gingerly removed the plug in his ass, tossing it in the sink with the other toys, but when he went to remove the cuffs, he found them to be locked with tiny suitcase combination locks. Fuck it, he thought, turning on the shower. A quick rinse was all he needed, but he took far longer than that, and when he stepped out onto the cool tile, the room was fogged with steam. He dried off and returned to the bedroom to check the time on his phone. Just after midnight, and he had a text from Amy:

Amy: I didn't want to wake you, and I wasn't going to sleep in a puddle. If you see this before morning, get cleaned up and come join me in the spare bedroom.

Without hesitation, he did just that. He crawled into bed with Amy and pulled her close. His consciousness faded into an exhausted dreamless sleep as he snuggled with his beautiful wife.

Dennis woke with the sunrise and the advent of his morning wood. Surprisingly, he'd slept well, entirely uninterrupted not only through any painful erections, but through Amy's alarms and departure. He groggily laid in bed, replaying last night's encounter with his wife's new persona in his head. At the time, he was truly afraid, both that he had incurred a severe wrath and that he pushed too far and ruined his marriage, but in hindsight he only felt the tingle of sexual thrill. Careful to avoid too much arousal, he searched out his phone, finding it in the tangle of blankets and bedsheets. He checked the time, 6:14AM, plenty of time to clean up the bedroom, change the sheets, and have breakfast ready by the time Amy finished her routine. He found four new text messages from Amy, and eagerly checked them. The first message was a picture of Dennis, spread eagle and bound to the bed, peacefully asleep. He smiled at the reminder of the delightful helplessness of the night before. The second message was a similar photo from a different angle. The third, made a lump in Dennis' throat. It was a photo of the large butt plug from last night accompanied by a bottle of anal lube and an enema bulb. The last message read: