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”

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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 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.”

 

Addicted to you – Part 3

I slide my finger over your balls and feel you shudder ever so slightly. You know that I am able to give you immense pleasure, as well as immense pain, and you wonder which it will be this time. As I grab the lube from the bedside table, I order you not to move. Applying a more than generous amount to your crack, I watch as it drips from your ass cheeks to your sac, then puddle on the sheet, glistening in the candlelight.

I step to the side, quickly put on the gear, and the power. You lay still, always following my strictness.

Ever so gently, I begin again to knead your glutes. You sigh, and I know you have begun to surrender to me. You cannot turn back, even if you wanted to. I firmly press my knuckles down the middle, then flatten my hand on the way back up. I edge closer to the space, that luscious space, between the two. Quickly I dip a thumb down, not quite touching the o-ring, but inching.You tighten again. “Relax,” remind you. “I will take care of you. You can trust me.” You sigh again, and relax under the pressure of my fingertips. Implicit permission given, I boldly slip a hand between your cheeks, sliding them up and down, stopping at your nether hole, to quickly dip my index finger into your anus. Then moving on to relax more, sliding up and down, repeating until I sense you giving into me. I insert my whole finger into you, and feel your muscles grip and release, grip and release. Your balls tighten as you become aroused.

I finger your prostrate, and you cannot keep still. You thrust and move your hips to the timing of the plunges. It is time.

“Turn over!” I command, and you do so more quickly than I could have imagined. I laugh inwardly at both your obvious excitement and your eagerness. Lubing up once again, I grab your cock in one hand, and slide the lube in and out of your ass with the other. Finally I add grease to my lady-cock. “Pull up your legs,” and you do it. I position my lady-cock at the  entrance of your back end. I slowly enter you, then pull back out quickly. You gasp loudly, but never say the safe word. “No” is all it would take to stop all this. I would end immediately. But it’s clear that you intend to continue, to let me take you, take care of you.

I push my cream-colored dildo back into you, a little deeper, your cock twitches in response. I take it slowly, just for you. I watch and admire the gorgeous contrast, your ebony cheeks open to my beigeness. Grabbing your cock in my hand, I give you a few solid pumps, the lube helping me slide your manhood through my fingers. We begin a rhythm, and you grunt a bit at every thrust. “Oh, baby, you feel like heaven,” I murmur. I want to go further, to join you completely. I grab your knees, and hug them to my breasts as I pump into you. I watch your face, see the beauty as you finally totally succumb. “I love you,” you whisper. “I know,” I whisper back.

Separating your legs, I lean forward, and reach under and grab your cock. Your dick is trapped between my breasts, my hand, and your own belly. You are rock-hard. It will be soon. Increasing the speed, I, too, begin to grunt. My breasts are being tortured by the movement. My clit is huge, engorged. Each thrust has also heightened my arousal. I am ready to burst. I cannot hold back, and I press into you again and again, and I cum loudly. This gives you permission to cum as well, and you raise your head and shoulders up. Shouting, you shoot your load all over my breasts and your own stomach.

I reach up and remove your blindfold. This is the signal. We are now even again. You take my face in your hands, and kiss me gently. Place your head on my shoulder and sigh. We are still joined, and we take a moment to be still. I rub your shoulders, arms, neck. You hold onto me.

Finally, I scoot back, my lady-cock still erect, but no longer useful. I rise, and you lay back, spent. I remove the harness, then join you on the bed. The intimacy continues.

Addicted to you – part 2

I reach over to my bag, my own personal bag of tricks, you always joke. Pull out a blindfold. I don’t want you to see, only to feel, to experience. There’s a hesitancy in your eyes. “I told you, I own you,” I purr, as I slide the blindfold over your head, pushing firmly to make sure you cannot see. It is an old trick, but effective on you. You are beautiful, the blackness of the mask disappearing into your blackness.

Again to the bag of tricks, I choose a Wartenberg wheel. It is a particular favorite of mine. A way to tease, and assert. I slide my hand down your arm, then follow it with the wheel. “Don’t move!” I command. You twitch, and groan, then gasp as I move the wheel across your stomach. Tiny pinpricks, and you can feel each one. Your penis is no longer hard. Fear has taken care of that. But I don’t worry, you will soon find pleasure again. Maybe.

You lay as still as you can, afraid that the next move will be full of pain. I glide the wheel over and around your body, focusing on your larger muscles, arms, legs, chest. You whimper as I press a bit harder, seeking a reaction. Finally, I am finished with this.

“Time to turn over,” I sing. You have said not a word. I know what you want, and I know what I want. There is no need for additional conversation. You have told me all, just as you know my desires as well.

I stroke your back, wanting you to relax. This time is always peaceful, although I can tell by the way your hold your muscles that you cannot fully release your tension. Still, I try. Caress your strong shoulders that hold so much burden, pain, stress. I knead and whisper loving affirmations, a verbal caress. “You are loved. You do not need to hold onto the pain. You are safe.” I glide my fingers under your shoulder blades, applying the pressure you need. Push up along your spine, releasing, tensing, releasing again.

My hands flow towards your mahogany butt cheeks. So many attachments there, so much sensitivity. I slither along the outside, and you grip your cheeks together. I use two hands to massage one side, then the other, releasing the burdens. I continue on to your leg muscles. Has anyone ever touched your here? You groan quietly as I work on the kinks. Firm hand, deep strokes.

My fingers trail up your leg, and back to your manhood.

Addicted to you – part 1

The phone lights, that tone plays and I am wet. I know what you desire, want, NEED.
I peek, and see that I am right. You have summoned me to you, to do your bidding. You proclaim your love of us, of our coupling. And I have no choice but to answer. You tease me with pictures, texts, comments. Have me wanting you until I drip, and I swell.
I fly to you, and you take me in. You are dark and lovely, a chocolate to my vanilla. Kiss my neck, and where your lips touch, I burn. I give back to you, desperately grabbing at you, your clothes, your hair. I cannot get enough of your mouth, lips, arms. I want to devour you whole, take you into my soul where we can reside as one. All we need is right here, right now. Nothing else, no-one else. We have invented passion.
I lead you to your bedroom, although you know the way. But this is part of our ritual. You know that I desire this, want you, NEED you as well. Taking you there allows you to fool yourself that I seduced you, that you have no choice.
I push you on the bed, straddle you, feel you harden against your jeans. Lean over, kiss your lips hard, thrust my tongue into your mouth, and move to bite your bottom lip. I want to mark you, to show the world you are mine. But I control myself. No marks allowed. I barely contain myself, lick instead. Slow down.
As I sit back, I run my hand over your torso, past your nipples, down your stomach. I watch as your muscles jump, your hips rising barely. I know I am teasing you, but we are dancing. You have to be seduced, to want it as much as I do. “You are mine,” I tell you. “I will have you.” More seduction. I take your hands and place them on my ass, as I lean forward again. You know what to do, and grab them with both hands, pushing and and pulling them apart, massaging me but I feel it in my nether lips. You make circles, then push them down onto your dick. Trying to up your stimulation through your clothes. You growl low, as your frustration grows a bit. But I am becoming ever more aroused, can feel my pussy straining against my panties. I rock on your jeans, giving myself pleasure, my clit beginning to become more prominent.
I slide to one side, and lean over you, unbuttoning, unzipping, you lift you hips to slide off the hated pants. I brush my fingers over your cock, make sure you know that I know you are ready for whatever I give. I slide my hands down your legs, up them, past your waiting member, again to your stomach. This time, I can see your cock twitch as I touch you. I love teasing you like this, owning your reactions, making you pant, wait, hold yourself still in anticipation of another touch. We are not at that point yet. There is still so much to do first.