Playtime! (part 2)

I message my consent to Kyle. I have decided to play with just us four. I think five will be too overwhelming, and I really want to taste and have time with the woman. I am a novice at licking a pussy, and have never touched a clit but my own, but I can feel my mouth watering at the prospect.

Kyle lets me know that he is in town on Thursday, so we will all be meeting at his hotel on Thursday evening. Jackie and Rick will meet us in the bar.

When Thursday arrives, I dress carefully, skillfully apply my makeup. I don’t want to look like a whore, but do want to look sensuous. Red heels complete my outfit of short, tight black skirt and red blouse with a plunging neckline.

As 7 pm arrives, so do I. Continue reading “Playtime! (part 2)”

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Two approaches to a problem

with a guest author

Approach 1

He could tell she was upset. Usually Mistress is right there, letting him know what he should be doing. When she says “Fucktoy”, she means it. He had 30 minutes to be ready or else.

But today, no message. He reached out, tentatively. He didn’t want to suffer her wrath, after all, since she had the power to punish as well as reward.

Her response could only be described as curt. What was going on? Mistress is in need, obviously. But for what? His ass belongs to her, and she knows it. He is at her beck and call every Sunday. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe Mistress needs to be served in a different way today.

“Mistress Peaches”, he types, “what do you need? I’m here for you.” He hits send, and anxiously waits. Will she be mad? What DOES she want?

“I need to be taken care of,” she replies.

Shit! I don’t know what that means. I mean, we’ve had vanilla sex before. But that was before. Now she’s my mistress, and I’m her toy. I need a minute to think about this. She’s been having a hard time with some stuff lately. Some losses, lots of negative in her life.

I have an idea!

“Come here, Mistress,” I reply. “I’ll take care of your needs.”

She arrives 30 minutes later. I lead her gently to the bathroom and undress her. Help her into the tub that is just the temperature she likes – very hot! I hand her a glass of wine and kneel beside the tub. I stroke her with a washcloth full of scented foam. No words are spoken, but she begins to quietly cry. I continue to stroke her arms, legs, stomach, back. Gentle always. She sips her wine, then lays back and closes her eyes, tears continuing.

I take this to mean more, so I abandon the washcloth and stroke further down her body. I rub her clit and hear her gasp. I move my hand further down until I reach her pussy. Warm water and bubbles combine with her own lubrication to allow me to bring her orgasm. I rub harder, just like she likes, and soon I feel her walls contract around my fingers. She sighs and opens her eyes.

I help her out of the tub, and dry her with the warm towel. I lead her to the bed, and get under the covers with her, warming her with my body. She turns to me and cries more, and my heart breaks for her. I hold her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out, as I whisper to her. “I have you. It will be okay. I’m here. You are safe.” I hope I am doing the right thing, but she is silent. She doesn’t move away, though, so I think it is good. I kiss her forehead, then her face. She holds me harder, as her cries subside. I reach between her legs, and she parts them willingly for me. Her pussy is swollen and still wet, and my finger slips inside easily. I reach her g-spot and she arches her back as she comes.

“Now,” she says, and I roll her onto her back. Vanilla, it is. I cover her body with mine, providing comfort as well as stimulation. I enter her and she groans loudly, pushing her hips into me. I slow her down, wanting to make sure that she is completely satisfied. “Let me,” I say, as I disengage, and slide down her body to reach her breasts. I suck one then the other, and she writes beneath my touch. I move further south to her muff. I part her lips with my fingers and begin licking her. A few licks and she is squirting into my mouth! I slide back up and enter her again, filling her with my hard dick. I stare into her eyes as I move, conveying caring and support and love. I kiss her face as I move, and she is grabbing my shoulders. Harder!, she is saying. So I pound into harder, my cock throbbing now. A loud low grunt, UNNGGGHHH, and she creams on my cock, her pussy walls grabbing me hard. I let go, I had no choice. I prayed she would not be mad at me for cumming without permission.

As we settled down, I rubbed her some more, her arms, her back.

“Thank you,” she said, for the first time.

“Yes, Mistress. You are welcome,” I replied. A different part of the relationship, but very vital.

Continue reading “Two approaches to a problem”

90 Days

“3 months!” Thwack!

I watch as his ass turns redder. He groans loudly. “Yes, Mistress. I was wrong.”

“I know you were!”

Michael and I have been in a female-led relationship for a few months. It was only 2 weeks ago that we agreed that I, and only I, would determine when he came. IF he came. For 3 months. To help, I bought a cock cage for him to wear. Feeling the weight of the key around my neck every day gave me a little additional rush of enjoyment.

But now? He broke the rules and came without permission. He knows the consequences of this, beyond the ass correction. I will keep him caged for another month AND I will take his ass. His virginity is mine. He has always refused being pegged, and thought he would be able to abide by my rules pretty easily when I added this “extra” as a punishment for breaking the agreement. Continue reading “90 Days”

He calls to me

“Come here,” he says, seductive low voice on the phone. I want to resist. Tell myself to say no.

But I don’t. He knows this, knows me too well. He calls, and I answer. That’s how we are, how we work. “OK,” I say.

I arrive in short time, and he pulls me into his arms. He slides his hand down to my ass and pulls me into him. I feel the strength in his arms, feel his large hand as he grabs me by the back of the head and mashes his lips onto mine.

This is what I love about him – his possessiveness is all-encompassing. He does not stop, assaulting my mouth until my legs are weak and my pussy is throbbing.

It’s been too long since I last saw him. Work and other responsibilities keep us apart, but never for long.

Finally, he releases me, only to kiss my neck, lips suckling, and he growls “Mine” in my ear.

I gather myself together enough to respond, “Always” I say. He envelops me in his arms in a thick hug.

We pull apart and look into each other’s eyes. (Cue stupid romantic music here). These stolen moments, these frozen moments, they are my release.

He grabs my hand and pulls me along to the bedroom. Once there, he hugs me again, holds me close, rubs his strong hands up and down my back. I hold him tightly to myself, giving back just as much.

“I missed you, my love” he whispers. “Always,” I say again.

A deep kiss follows, souls fueled on one another. He breathes in suddenly as I grab his ass, massage it, pull him to me. I suddenly cannot be without this man,  need him with me, in me.

Clothes fly, and the kisses become quicker, breaths faster. He lifts me onto the bed and plunges in quickly, filling me instantly. But then he stops, gazes down at me, and his eyes water. “What?” I ask.

“You’re just so much,” he says. I smile. “Always,” I say. He smiles back, and we continue our lovemaking.

Scenes and senses

The warmth of the sun heats my shoulders in my little sundress. My aunt is showing me how to pick strawberries, how to choose the ripe ones. Barely ripe, that is. Their sweetness and tartness combine, as I bite, red juices flowing down my throat. Seeds are hard little nubs to my young self. Slightly crunchy. My lips are stained as I bite into the flesh. I hear the summer birds in the trees, as I move from plant to plant, pulling the larger red ones, leaving the green. The rough texture becomes familiar as move down the rows of plants. I choose another, tongue sliding into

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his mouth. He refuses to let me go. One hand behind my head as he smashed his lips onto mine. Teeth clinking together, there is no escape. He consumes me, breathes into me, as I into him. His other hand up my skirt. Thick fingers dig into my pussy, reaching the spot, taking me quickly over the edge. I cum around his fingers, pulsing. Groans swallowed his mouth, hands entwined in my hair, my eyes closed in

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the darkness. I awaken quickly, hum of the refrigerator in the next room. I reach out my hand, across the king size bed, finally finding his back, deep under the covers. I roll and slide over to him, his back, my front. Breasts smashed against him. Knees drawn up to match his. My arm drapes over his side, and he grabs my hand. Pulls it to his chest, as he sighs deeply, nestling back to sleep. I smell his shampoo as I too, drift, feeling

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warm, slippery. The water cascades over my shoulders. I sing loudly to Pandora. I have on Adele, “Nevermind, I’ll find someone like yououuuuu!!” I belt out to no-one. Alone in the house, I enjoy being as loud and as bad as I can. The music changes to Christina Perry, “Heart beats fast, colors and promises, How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” I put emotion into it, grabbing the back scrubber to use in my Grammy-worthy performance. Steam fills the air, the warm water drops my vast audience. My music assaults the walls of the bathroom, as if it had ears. “Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The flowery scent of body wash fills my

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nostrils as I smell the flowers you brought. Roses, daisies, each beautiful in their own way. Delicate petals, soft, brilliant in hue. Smiling, I raise my eyes and kiss you in thanks. I rub my hands over your shoulders, down your arms. Pull you closer, deepen the kiss. My hands lift your shirt. Stopping to pull it off. You drag my shirt out of my jeans, sliding your hands down inside the back. Grip my thong with one finger and pull, making the thin fabric taut across my clit. Gasping, I hold your hips as your other hand wanders up my blouse, under my bra, to cup my breast. You tweak my nipple between your fingers as I dig my tongue into your mouth. I separate, pull back from your lips, your grasp. Reaching forward, I undo your pants, pull them and your underwear down below your knees. You step out, and I kneel. Taking your cock into my mouth, I inhale the scent of you, your manliness, testosterone. Thickness fills my mouth, my saliva mixing with your pre-cum. I gently massage your balls as I suck you. You use your hands to hold my head still, fucking my face as you near orgasm. Now it is your turn to groan. But I quickly stop you, that is not what I want, need, desire. Standing, I grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

Just another day

I love going out with my girl. Whether we hit the gym, the pool hall, or a hoity-toity concert, she is who I want by my side. She is adventurous, and full of a playfulness that most couples can’t sustain after the first few months. She is always surprising me with new ideas, and I just hold on for the ride.

Take just the other day. We had attended one of the aforementioned hoity-toity concerts. Arriving a bit late, we had to park a little farther away than I like. Even in heels, she can strut her stuff. I prefer walking a bit behind her, so I can watch the swing of her ass. It was a nice long walk to the concert hall, and by the time we arrived, I was sporting a bit of swelling beneath the belt.

I can’t tell you much about the concert, because I was so distracted by the finger she was rubbing along my leg the whole time. Every time I glanced over, I got a great look at the beautiful swell of her breasts in her low-cut dress. I swear she does this to torment me since the deep V gives just enough for me to drool over.

Finally the conclusion of the concert and we could get out of there. Another long walk back to our car. Halfway there, she turns to me, smiles softly, says, “I’ve seem to have forgotten my panties tonight.”

What was a moderate swelling has now turned into a full-fledged erection, rock hard and ready to be touched.

She continues to walk, and I follow like the obedient puppy I am. I am anxious to reach home before I explode in my pants. I have fantasies of coming up behind her, lifting her dress, and fucking her right now, but a steady stream of cars and the busy road near us deter that one quickly.

Reaching the car, I open her door for her, and she slides her hand down my front from my chest to my groin. “Thanks, baby,” she purrs, the vixen. Buckled, I begin the relatively short drive home. In 30 minutes, we’ll hit the bed. But it seems that my girl has a different idea. Propping a leg on the dash, she lets her dress slide, and a fabulous leg showing. Then she does the one thing she knows will excite me the most. She takes one beautifully manicured hand and dips it below the dress. I watch from the corner of my eye as she begins to play with herself. I can’t stop myself, I have to touch her! I reach over and trail my hand up to her muff. She is dripping wet! I push her hand aside and dip my finger into her pussy. Her low groans tell me she is close to coming. I split my focus between the road and this lovely vision of hotness by my side. A second finger, a few more dips into the honeyhole, and she begins to buck her hips. I look over and her eyes are closed in concentration, her moans fill the air. Her pussy grabs my fingers in a death grip as orgasm waves flow through her. I look to see if anyone in a car near us can see, and a man in the car next to us is staring at her.

“I want you now,” she says, and I feel the same. I steer to a dark parking lot, and pray that the patrols in this area are few and far between. Scrambling to the back seat, I quickly lower my pants to let my erection free. She leans over and takes my length into her mouth. She works it hard, up and down, practically swallowing my cock fully. She climbs on my lap and my dick slides into her cunt without a moment’s hesitation. I grab her ass, her gorgeous round ass, and move her back and forth on my lap. She pulls down the V of her dress, revealing her nipples. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, she pulls and twists them hard. She holds one up and I lean in and take it in my teeth. Her hips are moving faster, and she gasps loudly. Sucking harder, I pull her ass cheeks apart and together, over and over, finding the rhythm. Her tone increases, I hit the point of no return, and I feel the familiar swelling at the base of my cock. Before I could come, I feel her tightening hard against my dick, sucking me in and grabbing it. She squirts all over the both of us as I hold her, my cock buried as deep as it could go, and spew my cum into her.

After a moment, she looks up and kisses me. “We should probably get home,” she says.

I agree. Much more adventure awaits us there.

The Greatest Gift I Ever Gave (Guest Author)

She had done so much for me… how could I possibly deny her the one fantasy she had dreamed about for years? A fantasy that she only recently shared with me.

I can even remember the night she opened up. It was after a particularly hard session… the kind of session where her body was intricately marked from the back of her shoulders to her ankles. A session she begged for at the start, but midway through had a brief moment of regret. That is until the delicious stroke of Daddy’s crop against her skin. That leather taunting her body that instantly sent her through what little pain she might have been feeling to that deep place of true bliss. That point where every stroke after sent a streak through her body causing it to race with excitement and her pussy gush like a geyser at a national park.

That night, after that intense session, as she laid in bed in Daddy’s arms feeling safe, vulnerable, exposed, yet protected in every way, my sub raised her head and sheepishly shared her fantasy. The fact that she choose that moment to open up, made me so proud and honored. And while I had not thought about partaking in her fantasy before, because she took a chance to share, it was done. I knew I would help her live out this fantasy… Only she never knew when it would happen!

It was the end of June, the end of the week, the end of her day. I was picking her up from work because her car was in the shop.

As I drove up to the front of her office there she was… A vision! Short, but tasteful skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her glasses glistening from the sunlight as she slipped into the passenger seat. I leaned over to give her a little kiss and whispered, “Show me.” Immediately she knew how to respond. Slowly sliding her skirt up so I could see she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, just her unshaven, hairy pussy patch. She’s not allowed to ever shave down there. It’s my way of “collaring” her in a way. When she does wear panties… thongs mostly, the occasional boy short or bikini, that hair creeps around the sides. That feeling of her hair in whatever she’s wearing, reminds her she is owned by Daddy.

With a smile, I handed her a water, told her to drink up and drove away.

Now the drive to my home was not that far, but we took a little detour to Target on the way there. As we parked, I told her to finish her water bottle so she could throw it away in the store. I added, “We need to pick up a little something-something.”

Together we headed straight for the lingerie section. I told her to pick out three examples of boy shorts that she thought Daddy would like to see her in.

Like the eager girl she is, she pulled three very tasteful and normally pretty sexy lace examples, but that’s not what I wanted. I took her to the section where there were three pretty basic white, blue, and yellow boy shorts. I could see a little confusion on her face when I made my selection and then told her to find them all in two sizes smaller!

We left after I made our purchase and in the car I handed her another bottle of water and told her to drink some more.

Before she had a chance to finish anything we had arrived at home and as customary, she quickly disrobed, got her collar and kneeled on the floor in front of the bed waiting for me to put it on. She is always so pretty when she’s waiting. As I placed her collar on I leaned in and said, “There is a bottle of champagne in the kitchen. Open it and bring us two glasses.

My little sub quickly jumped up and returned with the bottle and glasses. I poured and we laid in bed talking as I lightly stroked her body, helping her come down from the day.

Finally as the bottle was nearing the end, she asked me is she could excuse herself and go to the restroom. I said, “No!” A mixture of shock and excitement took over her face.

As we finished the bottle I sent her back to the kitchen for a couple of large glasses of water and upon her returned told her to drink all of hers right away… To swallow like she swallows my delicious cum… She followed the directions perfectly!

As soon as she finished her glass she asked again if she could go pee and I said no! Only this time I could see it was becoming harder and harder for her to hold it.

That’s when I left the bed and pulled out the white boy shorts we had bought.

“Put them on!”

Slightly tipsy, she struggled to get them pulled up, but untimely she did. They were extremely tight, barely covering her amazing ass and presenting a pronounced camel-toe.

“Finish my water,” I ordered in a stern voice and then stood behind her, my erect cock touching her body from behind.

Once she finished I continued to tease her with my cock and kisses on her neck. Each kiss… Each brush with my cock made her gasp for air. But before long the need to “go” took over and with little tears in the corner of her eyes she begged one more time to be excused. This time instead of ONLY saying no, I led her to the bathroom.

There I stripped and ordered her to step into the shower. There I told her to rub her clit from the outside of her boy shorts.

As she did, I sat on the edge of the tub watching her go from pleasure to pain as she fought to hold it in.

I stood up next to her and put my hand on top of the one that was rubbing her clit and in her ear said, “When you get close to cumming you may dribble a little and wet your panties.”

“Yes Daddy,” she eagerly responded. “But DON’T pee too much, just a little and don’t cum!”

Well it took less than 20 seconds and my little one was dripping through her boy shorts and at the same time I could see she was close to cumming… Dangerously so, so I ordered her to stop and placed her hands at her side.

I however did not stop… I continued to play with her wet pussy from the outside of her boy shorts.

She started to squirm… She couldn’t hold out much longer and I could tell! That’s when I dropped between her legs and first teased her licking her pussy from outside of her boy shorts. She moaned in a way I had not heard before.

Then I looked up and told her to slide he shorts to the side so I could really suck her pussy!

She pulled them away and I locked my mouth onto her wet, matted pussy and started to suck on her clit which was now so large, the sign she would cum at any moment.

That’s when I looked up and said, “My gift to you! When you need to cum and go… you may!”

And with that her body started to quiver and shake… Her orgasm had arrived and so to her golden juice! At first, little squirts, but as I grabbed onto her ass to hold on and get my mouth closer, she started power squirting! A warm, strong stream that I drank all of! Her body bucking and humping my mouth like I had never seen before! Tears raced down her face as she came to the end of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had!

She could barely stand as I washed her up and led her to the bed, laying her down. I cleaned up and then returned to the bed and held her for what must have been 20 minutes before she finally had the energy to whisper to me, “Thank you Daddy…. Thank you for making my dream come true.”

(This post was written by a friend who chooses to remain anonymous)

I’m thirsty

“I’m thirsty, Mommy” the text reads.

“I’m coming, honey. Hold on. I’ll be right there” I text back. I know what my boyfriend needs.

I race to his apartment, let myself in. He is curled up on the couch, naked, watching cartoons. I take him across my lap, lay back, and lift my shirt. He turns his face and begin to suckle on my breast. I stroke his head, arm, back. I watch his face, his eyes closed, smile playing on his cheeks.

I slide my hand down to his buttocks, and feel his arm wrap around my waist. He sucks harder as I massage his ass. His hand sneaks under my skirt, and he starts to fondle me.  “Ooh, bad boy,” I tell him. But I let him continue for a while. He looks so happy doing it, like stroking a lovie.

He moves his lower torso so that his body is facing up, his erection pointing to the ceiling. I think I know what my baby needs now. I begin to gently stroke his dick, and feel him suck even harder.

“Easy baby, I got this.” I tell him. He relaxes, and I continue to stroke him. I reach under and massage his balls, feeling his straining cock against my wrist. “Let’s get you to bed,” I whisper in his ear.

He sits up, and I rise, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom. “Lay down now, and I’ll help you get to sleep. I’ll be right back.” He lays on the bed, face down, hugging a pillow. I return from the bathroom, and oil my hands. I start at his shoulders, kneading out the kinks, whispering how much I love taking care of him. I move down him, taking the stress out of his body and his mind. When I get to his ass, I pay particular attention. Adding extra oil, I slide my hand in his crack, further until I reach his nether hole. There I continue to massage, and can feel his anus tightening and loosening around my finger. I continue to play with him, then kneel between his legs.

“Back up for me baby,” I tell him, and watch him lift his hips to meet me. My strapon is already oiled and ready for him. I find his ass with the dildo and gently press until my hips meet his ass. I begin to move in and out slowly. My pussy is dripping on his ass for extra lubrication. I can hear his moans from the pillow, so I speed up, slamming into him hard.

I sit back and pull him onto his knees. Now I can stroke his cock as I enter him again. He is so ready that it doesn’t take long before he is cumming around my lady-cock and across the bed.

I pull out as he falls to the side. His face is peaceful. “Thank you, Mommy. I’m sure I’ll sleep good now.”

Anticipation – Part 3

Cam paced nervously back and forth. This was a first for both of them. They were finally going to have a threesome. This was it. No turning back. Going to do it. He kept up the self-talk. Nervous as hell, he thought. Why am I so fucking nervous?

Danna was already wet. This threesome was long-anticipated for her. But she knew that it was not a traditional threesome. Their third person was male, and bisexual. She was going to have sex with both men, and they were going to also have sex with each other. The very thought made her swell. She dressed carefully, taking her time, making sure the details were exact. Her legs were shaved, smooth, new panties, pushup bra. Over it all, a lovely sexy red gown. Ripe red lips, a touch of perfume. She was ready.

She joined Cam on the couch. He had missed a spot when he shaved, she could see. A casual shirt, khakis, slip on shoes.

She placed her hand on Cam’s knee. “Calm,” she said. “You will be fine.” She smiled slightly, and he relaxed. She poured them both a glass of champagne. “To new adventures,” he said, and they clinked glasses. A third glass waited for the arrival.

A firm knock on the door startled them both. Cam rose to answer the door, a firm black man, tall, strong. He opened to see their pick, an older white man, same height as Cam, but less bulk. “Welcome,” Cam took his hand. “Come in, please. You must be Scott.”

“Nice to meet you,” replied Scott. He was a bit nervous, but found both of these people attractive, and knew their evening was going to be great fun for all of them. Danna was so sexy in her red, with her porcelain skin a nice contrast. He wondered how Cam was going to respond tonight. According to Danna, he had never touched a man sexually. But he was willing to play tonight. That’s what mattered.

The three shared another glass of champagne, Scott sitting on the couch between them. It felt comfortable, which surprised all of them. No awkward pauses, there were so many shared interests.

Danna was ready. She could not wait another moment. She placed her hand on Scott’s knee. Trailed her fingers up and down. She could easily see his bulge beginning to grow. VERY nice, she thought. Cam watched her with amusement, she was enjoying herself. He watched as she turned Scott’s face to hers, and kissed him deeply, her tongue darting in and out. She stopped and turned to Cam, your turn. “Um,” he replied.

“Put your hand on his knee,” she ordered. She loved being in charge, and knew Cam needed a little incentive to get going. “Now!”

Cam complied. “Yes, mistress,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this. Danna took his hand, rubbing up and down Scott’s leg. “Feel how nice and strong this is,” she said. “Now higher.” Cam moved his hand higher on Scott’s leg.

Scott watched, smiling, as the tug of war commenced. He was willing to do whatever the couple wanted, as they wanted it. He was hoping for certain things, but would take what he could get. No hurry. He knew that Cam was inexperienced, so he would wait.

Danna reached over to unbuckle and unzip Scott’s pants. “Oooh, that’s beautiful,” she told him. “Your cock is nice.” She began to stroke his hardness. “Your turn,” she told Cam. Cam tentatively touched  the tip of his penis. It felt like his own. He was aware of his own cock growing. He wondered how it would feel in his mouth.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” purred Danna.

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Anticipation – Part 2 (Merry Christmas)

He waits as instructed. The room is very dim, the door unlocked. Wine is poured, and soft music is playing. He was to be face down on the bed, naked. He was to wait, quietly, for her to arrive. Mistress will be pleased that he is following instructions. He even shaved “down there”. He isn’t used to it, and it took far longer than he would have anticipated. And now he has a vague itch in the area that he dare not scratch.

Mistress has made it clear that he is not to move until told, and that he was to follow all directions exactly as given, or he would not ever see her again. He has cleaned his home thoroughly, afraid that she would find it lacking. Stocked up on all kinds of wine, food, condoms. He prayed that he wouldn’t forget anything.

He lay there, tried to think of not thinking. Let his mind go. Had a hard time because his cock was being smushed on the bed. Her imminent arrival kept him a constant low state of arousal. He would become fully erect at the memory of her pictures, then become flaccid as he worried about expectations. Will she hurt me for real? Do I get an orgasm? Will I be able to please her? Am I doing this right?

He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind. He heard a click as the front door opened and shut. Instantly, he was hard again. He thought of her promises of what was to come. Although he had been pegged before, the girl he was with at the time was not really into it. Mistress knew that pegging was a particular favorite of his. His mind again went quickly to all her instructions. Did he do this right?

He had no further time to worry as he felt his left arm rudely jerked to the side and up, handcuffs applied to his wrist and the metal headboard. A few moments later, his right arm followed. He quietly wondered how many sets of cuffs she owned.

She did not speak. She traced a finger down his body, to his ass. He had lubed up, as instructed. He prayed it was enough. He felt her hand dip into his crack, and finger prod into his tight hole. “Relax,” he told himself, over and over again, as she massaged his prostrate. He felt her weight as she got on the bed, knelt between his legs. She used her knees to pry his legs farther apart, as she got closer.

He tried to lift his hips higher, to give her better access to his ass, when he felt a sudden slap. With a quick intake of breath, Mistress hissed, “You were not told to move.” Three successive slaps followed. He could not believe the pain on his buttocks. It felt like a small fire. He wanted to cry.

But just as quickly, he felt a soft massage. “Now do as I say,” Mistress purred, “and open your pretty little ass to me.”