A Bath at Jay’s
I hear the tumbling of water as I walk down the hallway. I can hear by the density of it falling that the tub is almost full.
My feet ache, my back is tense and my neck so sore. My eyes are nearly closed as I move with weary feet towards the door. I can feel the steam on my face and smell the faint fragrance of Roses caressing the air. My mind grows lax and I shut my eyes and inhale deeply, drawing the scent into my body then releasing it on a sigh.
My senses awaken again as I feel your hand stroke the side of my face. My head tilts slightly into your palm - you linger there briefly before drawing me near in an embrace so delightfully tight, i sigh in pleasure at being there.
Hands that never seem to be rested travel up my back with controlled pressure. You run them down my shoulder blades, on either side of my spine to the small of my back, causing me to arch my breasts into you. You continue on as if you hadn’t noticed, over my waist, my hips, holding me there and squeezing once before moving to the zipper at the back of my skirt.
In lazy motions you slide the zipper down as you hook your thumbs beneath the waistband, taking the skirt and my underwear with it, you push them to the floor.
Crouched down in front of me you let your skilful hands wander back up my legs and stomach, you follow your hands as you rise up before me again. Under my shirt, your aching touch travels to cup my breasts, while indulgently you flick a nipple, I really try not to moan.
Rounding my ribs to my back and down, your hands firmly push into my now naked ass. You squeeze those curvaceous mounds almost angrily, negligently releasing them to flutter your fingers calmly again over my stomach, undoing each tiny pearl button from the base of my shirt up.
Your work hardened hands push into my breasts as my head falls back, curving my spine away from you. I feel once again the barely controlled need behind your touch. I want to wrap my leg around your waist and draw you in, but I don’t.
Eyes shut and lost in enjoying your hands cool touch holding me, it’s a shock when you release them with one last firm squeeze. Denied of your touch, my eyes and mind are bought back instantly to the present.
My head giddy and swirling, my orientation slightly off balance, you un-clasp my bra, running your hands over my shoulders, almost in a perceived kind of boredom, you remove the last of my clothing. They hit the floor unnoticed as your hands hold my arms firmly in place. I’m locked still, before you lazily draw your large hands downward over the length of my arms, taking my hand to guide me gracefully into the water.
I sit gingerly at first into the heat and steam of the bath, then wrap my arms around my upraised knees. Chill bumps surface along my flesh when I make contact with the water sending shivers over my scalp and causing my hair to feel as though its standing on end.
You squeeze hot water from a sponge rhythmically over my back, hypnotizing me with its silent warmth and tranquil pattern. My chin rests on my knees as my hands drop to my sides. I move my head around in slight circles as the tension begins to ease. Your hand on my shoulder forces me back to submerge fully into the water.
Keeping my eyes shut, I feel your stare as it roams my body. I ignore the lust emanating from you as you watch me, with water so still and you so silent.
I can feel you moving around now, the steam in the room stirring, as you move on silent feet. The click of a switch distracts me until the soothing strains of music gently caresses my ears and brings a smile to my face
The water ripples as you reach down disturbing its still state, you raise my knee to the side. With eyes still shut I raise a brow in silent enquiry, you answer by reaching across and moving my other knee.
I lay in the draining heat, resting back, eyes shut, drifting in the peace I’m feeling, with legs wide open to the waters soothing embrace and your eyes, an unblinking stare fixed upon me.
I’m nearly asleep when the first cold rush hits my now warm skin, the sound of water pumping through jets, drones on in my head.
I shiver at first, until the jubilant bubbles dance over me and hot water rushes through, warming once again.
Lost in my own calm and languid absorption, a tingling sensation surprises me reaching my very core, awakening my desire.
The warm tingles begin to quicken my pulse and I start to get restless. My hand glides over my stomach trailing the backs of my nails over my skin to my breasts, my neck, my throat, where splayed tense fingers touch, feel and explore. Around my jaw and down my throat, my hand moves and my head starts to roll from side to side.
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The pulse at the base of my throat picks up an erratic beat as tense fingers move to the tops of my breasts. My pulse is racing faster as my other hand comes up to help push my breasts up and together.
They move, these hands of mine, with a single mindedness of their own to the undersides of my breasts pushing them up with forceful palms to roughen nipples that are now hard. My fingers play and pluck and pucker them more. I can’t resist a pinch and twist as my head falls back on the edge of the tub, a small moan of pleasure escapes from my throat as I leave my pleasured breasts.
With my uncontrolled hands moving and trailing each other to the insides of my thighs, my nails rake the soft flesh there and proceed to twine themselves in the closely trimmed matt of hair that covers my aching flesh.
With lips pulled back, and a steady flow of water hitting me, my mind spins out of control once again, my finger slides over my clit and a gasp of surprise is wrenched from my mouth as I feel, unbelievably, the thick silky dew clinging to me.
In my pleased state I begin to twirl, flick, twist, push and squeeze that little bud. Fingers dip in and out of me, hard, fast and deep.
My legs tense up as I feel my face reddening and warm alarmingly, I know my climax draws near. My temperature rises with the speed at which my fingers move. Water splashes around me, my legs close, locking my hands in place, then release again as I acknowledge the enhanced pleasure it creates.
I cum in a blinding flash that has my back arched and hands firmly locked between thighs that now shake. My eyes remain closed as my muscles begin to relax and calm as the now stilling water does.
My hands, not game to move away from the twitching shock of what my clit and cunt has gone through, remain trapped between my legs as they fall to one side.
So lost in my satisfaction I forgot about you, until a firm grip is attached to my chin, jerking my head around sharply. I look up into harsh lust crazed black eyes, eyes that promise a thousand promises of retribution and your alarmingly gruff whispered “Get Out Now” has me jumping from the tub quivering again in need.
You grab my hair and propel me from the room dripping wet. I try to gain my footing as I slip and slide down the hallway with you pushing me roughly in the back, past your room, past the kitchen and into the dining room. A harsh push from you on my shoulder forces me to my knees.
I know I’ve fucked up and I’m ready to pay the price. You yell at me to stay put and I quiver deeply inside. You leave the room and I can hear you stomping around, realizing how stupid I’ve been. I know your mad, so very mad at me and as my body shivers I know the time has come to give you more of myself.
You come back into the room and my head is lowered, showing you that I’m yours for whatever you need. I think I’m prepared to give whatever it takes to remove that cold hard look in your eye, but I need you to give me that look of pride that shines from you when I make you proud.
I’m scared but the underlining need in me to please you is a heady turn on. I keep this knowledge to myself; it’s your right and tonight its time for me to give to you.
You wrap your hand in my hair and pull my head firmly towards you and whisper in my ear. “You like to cum do you my love?”
“Yes.” I unthinkingly reply.
“Yes what?”, you bellow in my ear like a wounded bear, as my head is yanked back and a squeal is dragged from my throat. I close my eyes and think to myself, God why does this man make me forget who he is.
“Yes Sir”, I reply while forcing myself to open my eyes to look directly into yours, eyes that are normally so beautiful, are so cold and mocking in your rage for me, that I feel your displeasure swirling around me.
Almost desperately I’m filled with the need to please you. And it’s that need that makes me lower my eyes and forget about any challenge I would normally of protested.
You start to pull me up from my bowed position, slowly, so very slowly, the muscles in my legs strain from the slow climb and my neck aches from the grip you have on me. When I’m standing in front of you, I bow my head as you’ve taught me to, my still wet body shivering as I stand there waiting for your next instruction.
“Spread your legs” I do so and quickly.
“Is that cunt of yours still wet?”, you ask with sarcasm dripping from every word.
“Yes sir.” You reach down and feel the slickness between my thighs - whipping a coiled towel off your shoulder you thrust it between my legs. One end is behind my back and the other at my stomach. You lean over my shoulder and twine the end of the towel around your large hand, the friction this creates against my wet pussy is more arousing then punishing.
I begin to humour you and your brand of punishment. You must have detected that I’m feeling this way as a sigh of pleasure barely audible but still heard, escapes my mouth. You pull the coil up roughly and the abrasive towel spreads my lower lips, I gasp loudly as a slight sting to my cunt is created with your movement. “Mm feel good my girl”
“Yes sir.” I reply as I lean into your hard chest.
“Is this for my pleasure or yours?”, you ask flatly.
“Yours sir.”
“That’s right girl, mine not yours.”, you state as you draw the towel up higher on my stomach, scratching it over my clit roughly sending shooting spasms of pleasured pain through me.
I start to writhe against it, subtly, hoping you don’t notice as you pull it back and forth in between my lips and butt again and again.
Not being able to help myself even as I feel my moisture being dried and wiped away from me, I moan out loud and you pull back on my hair forcing my head backwards and stretching my neck taut. You push me forward the few remaining steps to the table and hold me down by the neck.
As my breasts press into the cold surface, my chin rests just beyond the table’s edge. I feel a resounding slap followed by a sharp pain on my behind. In automated protest I reach my hand around to protect and rub my aching cheek, only to have you grab a hold of my arm, twisting it up and behind my back, pinning me down to the hard surface like a butterfly to a board.
I try and squirm out of your grasp as another slap rings in my ears and on my ass. I scream out as another is placed directly over the first and as tears start to run unchecked from my eyes you slap me again.
I’m weeping now in genuine pain as my ass smarts with each slap, but still, I hold back the oaths of names that I’d like to call you as they run through my mind.
You release my arm and tell me not to move just in the nick of time, because my runaway tongue was about to lash you. I can’t move anyway but agree with a snuffling, “Yes sir.”
When you enter the room next I’m not game to move a muscle, you run your hands leisurely over my ass cheeks and thighs, and my legs quiver and strain as I await the next slap. It doesn’t come and instead I feel your finger run the length of my crack all the way down to my clit where you circle it once and feel the moisture I’m not able to hide.
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Your firm hands cruise down the backs of my thighs and I feel you crouching behind me, my breath is locked in suspended animation as I feel you tap the inside of one ankle. I move my leg as you silently request and I feel you tie it to the table leg, with twin actions you do the same to the other.
Once again your warm strong hands travel the length of me and over my ass, commenting on how my white globes have turned pink, as a single finger traces lovingly your hand print there.
You continue up running your hands over my back, my shoulders and down my arms into the palms of each hand, swirling a finger around in there, sending goose bumps down my spine, calming me, petting me. You lean in and gently tell me to put my hands behind my back, I hesitated for one second too long and another slap to my rear has my arms moving quick enough.
You bind them there tightly and walk around me. Your dark blue robe is tied loosely at your waist as you stand in front of me, your erection prominent in it stance. You pull back your robe with the belt still tied and grab my hair once again, this time the tension is not nearly so great as you enjoy seeing me tied down and bending to a will greater then my own.
You rub your cock over my lips, moisturizing them with your seed as it lubricates you. You start to taunt me with it and my temperature builds once again. You ask what I want, with your cock and I tell you, “Sir I want your cock in my mouth.”
You pull my head up higher and ram it straight into my throat. I gag at first, at your unexpected full thrust. Thankfully you hold still until I can breath again and you ask me on your withdrawal if I want to be fucked in the mouth. “Yes sir, please sir, fuck my mouth.”, again you push in all the way but this time I’m ready for you.
You fuck my mouth using it brutally as you pound into me while I hold my jaw locked so I don’t unintentionally scrape you with my teeth. I can’t catch a breath even as I breathe through my nose; your thrusts are so great.
I can feel your seed rising from your balls and taste its almost arrival. You pull out of my mouth and clamp your hand around your balls and the base of your cock, walking around behind me and rub your cock up and down over my slick cunt and lips, I’m so wet, you can feel it and smell it all around me.
You stick the head into me and leave it there. I try to wriggle back onto you and you slap my ass again making me stop. You grunt as my ass reddens more and I feel your cock thrust in between my ass cheeks, your hot cum lands on my butt, my back and the tips of my tied fingers.
I feel the warmth of your cum briefly before you dip your fingers into it and play around, swirling and rubbing it into me. Your slick fingers trail over the base of my spine and follow the hollow path to my ass hole. I feel the spent jism there a second before you plunge your finger into my hole, making my chest come off the table as I adjust to you being there.
You reach up with your other hand and push my cheek back down on the table, holding me still with one hand on my head as you fuck my ass with your finger. Lubricated as I am in my own juice you run you thumb over my clit as I feel another finger inserted into my ass. Then pulling your fingers out, you shove them into my aching pussy, my uncontrolled reaction of course, is to drench you in my heat.
You plunge with three fingers straight in and up as high as you can go, in and out as I start to drip and grip at your hand. “Do you want to cum my little slut?” You ask me ravenously.
“Yes sir please let me cum”
“NO” is your immediate reply, “you will not”.
My teeth clench down hard, gnashing them together to try and control my own body as your fingers plunge deeply yet again in my moist cunt just once before you pull out and fuck my ass with your fingers again.
You swap ass, cunt, ass, cunt again and again over and over. Giving one long hard thrust to each and back out again.
I can feel all my muscles clenching with my approaching release and just as I’m about to let go you stop all movement and slap me again. I scream from the pleasure the pain. From the loss, the denial and the frustration of being driven so close to the edge. You laugh and stick your rock hard cock into my cunt and grind it into me. I can feel your cock pushing at my womb, I feel your fingers in my ass.
I can’t move as every muscle in my body shakes in reaction to my forced denial. Straining, sweat breaks out all over me as you pull out of my cunt. Then I feel you press at my anus with the head of your dick and I start to beg you over and over and over, “Sir, please.” You push a fraction further, “Yes please sir.” Further still, “I beg you please sir.” You start to pull out of me, “No sir; please don’t I beg of you.”
“What do you want slut?”, you demand to know.
With out hesitation I say, “Please sir, do it now. Fuck my ass sir, please.” You push back into me and pause yet again, I scream out in demand and frustration and immense arousal. You slap me hard on the ass and plunge in, making me scream over and over, “Sir… sir…”
With my hands still tied behind my back and my legs attached to the table, I’m open and cant move. My breasts ache from being pushed and rubbed against the table with each of your pounding thrusts into my ass. My cunt drips with need and I’m about to explode when you ask. “Does my little fuck want to cum?”
“Yes sir please yes I do.”
“Do you want to cum for me little slut?”
“God yes sir, yes I do.”
“NO”, you bellow again at me as you continue to fuck me. My mind is numb and my body electric, I’m weeping in pain from the need to gain release, I dare not ask you again.
Reaching down between my legs you can feel me dripping, and I’m sure that if you looked you’d see a small puddle on the floor.
You touch my clit and I can’t hold back my scream and when you pull your cock out of my ass I grieve its loss until you bury it deeply into my cunt. You slide back and forth a few times before you pull out again and in one easy motion stick it up my back hole much the same as you did your fingers. You fuck my cunt then my ass with your cock over and over again, I can feel blackness descending and closing in around me, my screams are silent and my will is yours as you fuck into me.
“Will you cum on your own again girl?” You ask me.
“No sir” is my whispered reply.
“Who owns this ripe cunt girl?” You ask as you push your cock into it.
“You do sir. You do”
You push your cock into my butt and fuck it a few times before pausing half way
“I’m going to cum in your ass my little slut.”
“Yes sir, please.”
“Yes sir I don’t think so, you should know what to call me by now”
I take a deep breath as I say the words I never thought I would say. “Yes Master cum in my ass”
You build up the pressure in me as you fuck me over and over harder and deeper and wilder - I know that I’m going to cum and I don’t have the strength to fight it this time. Just as I know my will and my body struggle with each other and give one last fight you demand of me. “Cum slut, cum.”
“Master!” I scream into the night over and over again.
As my screams die off and you slump against me, I feel you untie my arms and they fall to my sides limply as your cock does the same from my ass. Minutes or hours I know not which I feel you carrying me to your room where you tuck me under your arm safely for the night while you gently stroke my hair, I can feel your smile as I drift into a deep, deep sleep.
The End
Together Again
She could see her own hand shaking as she reached for the car door handle. She was nervous, excited, aroused … and so much more that she couldn’t even put words to. Her black heels splashed in the puddle of rain next to the car. The cool droplets falling from above clung to her skirt and the sweater. Despite the cool temperature, she knew her cheeks were flushed when she opened the passenger door of His car.
Smiling, she slipped into the front seat, nervously crossing her legs and tugging down her skirt. He smiled at her and made her head spin. He leaned toward her and she took the cue and pressed close, hugging Him tight, somehow preventing herself from clinging. She was glad He couldn’t see her close her eyes and that He couldn’t hear her thoughts, the thoughts that spoke of her need for Him, for this connection, the physical connection that she often ached for.
As they pulled apart she looked up at Him and they softly kissed. She felt herself melt. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She had been thinking about this moment for two days. She cherished the moment, absorbing it, imprinting the feeling of His touch, His kiss, in her memory to be recalled later when she longed for His touch again.
She sat back in her seat, holding her own car key in her shaking hands, absently playing with the keyring. He teased her a bit about how pink her cheeks were, which of course, only made her blush another shade of red. They talked for a few minutes of seemingly trivial things and she knew He was waiting for her to relax just a bit.
“Do you like Your necklace?” He asked her with a smile.
She was wearing the gold chain He’d given her, something she treasured. Smiling, she said “i do.”
And then He asked the question she’d been waiting for. “Did you wear panties?”
She looked over at Him and then lowered her eyes. “Of course not,” she said quietly. He had told her one requirement of T/their meeting was that she should not wear panties … and that she should be prepared to prove she hadn’t. He stared at her until her eyes met His. He didn’t say anything for a moment. She squirmed a bit in the seat and half whimpered “what?” knowing exactly what He wanted.
“You have two options little subbie. Either show Me or hand Me the panties.”
“But i didn’t bring them,” she said, her hands still nervously toying with the keychain.
“Well then I guess 50 percent of your options just went away,” He laughed.
She looked up at Him, took a deep breath, set the keys down on the console and shifted in her seat. She scooted her ass to the edge of the seat and turned herself toward her Master a bit as she pulled her skirt up around her hips and spread her legs. She felt the heat in her cheeks as she sat exposed to His gaze.
She gasped as His hand moved over her stockinged thigh and His finger pressed against her cunt. “Oh my you’re wet little subbie,” He said as His finger pressed between her already dripping lips and teased her. She didn’t think she could blush anymore.
She tried to look up at Him but couldn’t make herself. Something about being so exposed, knowing that He knew how it aroused her, knowing He could do anything to her, made her blush and tremble at the same time. She knew He sensed the struggle she was having between embarrassment and the need to please Him.
In that voice that made her world turn upside down He said her name and then “Who is your Master?”
Her eyes met His. “You are Sir,” she said breathlessly as His finger continued to rub against her clit.
“Who owns you?” He asked.
“You do Sir,” she whimpered as His finger pressed harder.
“Whose clit is this?” He asked as His finger flicked over her hard, aching clit.
“Yours,” she whispered. His finger slid down a bit, making her breath catch and her body jolt.
“And whose cunt is this?” He asked her.
“Yours,” she replied on a moan. His finger slid a bit lower still.
“And this ass, whose is it little subbie?” He asked her, watching her intently.
“Yours,” she whimpered.
“And what are you willing to do for your Master?” He asked her, already knowing her reply. She didn’t disappoint.
“Anything,” came her whispered response.
“Are you sure little subbie? Anything? That’s a big offer. What if I asked you to give me a blowjob right here in this parking lot?” He asked.
She looked up at Him. She bit back the reply she wanted to give. Her thoughts said “yes please, let me suck Your cock Master, let me taste You, let me please You.” Instead, her eyes held His as she answered, “If that’s what You want, yes.”
“And if I wanted to count down and have you cum for Me?”
She quivered at the thought, the mere idea of His voice counting her down driving her close to climax. “If that’s what You want, yes,” she gasped.
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He sensed her struggle to keep her eyes on His again, and told her to close them. She did so as His hand moved up and His fingers played with His clit and cunt. She began squirming in the seat as He played with her. He continued touching her, watching the need grow, fanning the flame. “5… 4…” She squirmed more with each number, her moans growing louder. “3… 2…” She could feel Him watching her even with her eyes closed. The closer He got to zero the tighter each muscle in her body got, aching for release. “3…” She whimpered as He teased her. “4…” She bit her lip to keep from pleading as His finger moved faster. “3…2” She held her breath, half expecting Him to go back up again. “1…” Her breathing became gasps as she struggled to hold on, as He tormented her by waiting. “0… cum,” He commanded and she moaned and cried out, arching as she climaxed, calling His name.
His hand never stopped playing with her cunt and clit. “I want another,” He told her. She obeyed and released again, offering the climax and herself to Him by calling out His name. And still He didn’t stop. “Another,” He commanded. He alternated between rubbing her clit and cunt and pinch her full cunt lips between His finger and thumb until she gasped. Her hips moved, pressing her against His fingers. “I want another … now,” He growled. She cried out, His name again the only word formed as she came for Him.
Just then another car pulled in the parking lot, and He asked her to sit up and open her eyes. She struggled to focus and breathe. She tugged her skirt down. As they talked and shared stories, laughing and just enjoying being together, she reached for His hand. She needed to touch, needed in some small way to share her love with Him in a tangible sense.
Just as she hadn’t noticed the car arrive, she didn’t notice the other car leaving because she was so focused on Him and the conversation, but He noticed. “They’re gone,” He said as He smiled over at her. She grinned and just looked back at Him. They waited each other out.
“And what does that mean?” she finally gave in and asked.
“I want you back the way you were and I want to continue what I was doing,” He told her. She quickly slid back down in the seat, spreading her legs for Him, pulling up the skirt to display His cunt to Him.
“Who owns you little subbie?” He asked her again as His hand moved to dip into her wetness.
“You do Sir,” she replied on a small sigh. He flicked a finger over her clit and then teased her cunt before His finger pressed against her ass.
“I was a bit surprised by some of the things you wrote in your email earlier this week. I didn’t realize how much you enjoy this part of our play,” He told her as His finger teased her ass.
She felt like she couldn’t breath. Her entire body felt as if she’d shatter into a million pieces. There were no thoughts. All she heard was His voice and her own ragged breathing.
“Could you cum from this?” He asked her as His finger pressed just a bit harder.
“Yes,” she quickly replied. She knew she’d even beg for it.
“Promise?” He teased her.
She was already so close to that blissful edge. “Yes,” she groaned.
“Then cum,” He commanded her.
She cried out, His name on her lips as her body tightened and exploded. Her hips pressing up just a bit, wiggling against His hand.
As she started to come back down, letting her breathing begin to return to normal, she felt Him shift in His seat. The moan caught in her throat as His fingers slid into her ass. She bit her lip to stifle a small scream of pleasure as He pressed them deeper and began fucking her. She had to consciously keep herself from pressing back against His hand, from fucking Him as much as He was fucking her. She writhed in the seat, whimpering as she struggled to hold back. Just when she thought she couldn’t control her body any longer, He told her to cum. Her nails dug into her own palm as she came hard for Him, arching and moaning His name. He eased His fingers out as she tried to steady her breathing. “Keep your eyes closed,” He told her as if reading her mind. She, of course, obeyed.
She didn’t have to wait and wonder why for long. His fingers traced along her inner thigh. Gentle, soothing touches.
“Who’s My little slut?” He whispered.
“i am,” she sighed.
“Who’s My good girl?” He asked.
“i am,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are,” He replied just before His open palm came down on her inner thigh. She gasped in shock and from the sting. Her body jolted. She loved that He understood how pain brought her such intense pleasure.
He alternated between gentle caresses and sharp, stinging slaps, keeping her guessing, her mind reeling. Then He moved to play with her nipple through the fabric. Pinching and tugging until she was moaning … and then several successive slaps to her sensitive inner thigh. She wiggled in the seat, the burning sting of her thigh seemingly tied directly to the burning need in her cunt. His hand moved back to her hot, wet cunt and He commanded her to cum for Him for the final time. Her cry of “Master” seeming to echo in her own head as she released.
She slowly came back to her senses to hear Him whisper “Deep breath pet.”
She sat up and pulled her skirt down, then brushed her hair from her cheeks while breathing deeply. She smiled at Him, wishing she had words to tell Him what this time together meant to her … what He meant to her. He smiled, and she whispered the only words that mattered to her in that moment … “i love You.”
The End
Coming Home
She walked to His door, down the long hall of the apartment building. She was dressed as He’d requested … her red strapless dress hugging her curves, the hem brushing her thighs just above her knees … the necklace He gave her adorning her neck … she felt nearly naked without stockings, a bra or panties beneath the dress. Her hair was pinned up, soft curls falling around her face.
As she raised her hand to unlock the door, she slowly released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She reached for the doorknob, turned it slowly.
She stepped inside, silently cursing her shoes as they echoed in the front hall in the silent apartment. She set her small black purse on the counter. As she moved to step into the living room, she nervously brushed a hand over her dress. She wanted to look her best for Him, always did.
The first time she’d been here He’d allowed her time to look around, to take in her surrounding and makes herself comfortable in His home. She admired various items throughout the apartment, taking in the small bits and pieces of His life. Now she saw things she didn’t see the first time … she saw herself bent over the ottoman in the living room … stretched up on her toes, hands bound to the spiral staircase … pressed against the wall as He kissed her for the first time … she sighed softly, felt her body already reacting.
She stepped further into the open room, debating with herself. He’d told her simply to wait for Him. He knew she functioned best with specifics, and this was a test … a test of whether she would be able to be in His space without Him, when she was missing Him terribly. She had asked whether she should leave the dress on and, after teasing her a bit, had told her to leave it on, that He wanted to see the dress, but the shoes were up to her. And that was all He’d give her.
She glanced around the room … the couch … the chair … the ottoman … she stifled a small moan. She stepped nearer to the chair … the chair where He’d sat last time, watching her as she lay on her back on the ottoman, arousing herself as He commanded. She slipped off her red heels and set them out of the way. She sank to her knees near the front corner of the chair, smoothing the dress over her legs and assuming the preparation position He’d taught her. She left space as she would if He were there. Space for Him to be able to sit if He wished, so that she would be positioned next to Him, kneeling at His feet … where she belonged.
Her heart was racing. Every nerve in her body vibrating, longing for His touch, His kiss. She took a long, slow, deep breath, laying her hands upon her thighs, closing her eyes. She focused on her need for Him, immersing as He had taught her. Then she rose, slipped her heels back on and went to the kitchen to pour wine for when He got home.
She heard His key in the door and her breath caught in her throat. She smoothed a trembling hand over the skirt of her red dress as she turned away from the wine she’d been pouring.
They’d been apart for two weeks because He had been traveling for work. It wasn’t unusual, but whenever they were apart she had a slight, nagging empty feeling as if something vital was missing in her life when He was away. She also had a hunger for Him, both physical and emotional hunger. She longed to hear Him command her, longed to feel Him touch her, longed to pleasure Him.
He stepped down the front hall and turned to the kitchen. He smiled as He saw her. He could see the love, devotion and pure emotion so clearly in her bright blue eyes. She stood still, watching Him, a soft smile forming. “Hello Master,” she all but whispered. “Welcome home.”
“Thank you pet,” He said as He set His keys and phone upon the counter. Stepping into the kitchen, so nothing stood between them, He simply opened His arms. She practically ran to Him, her heels clicking on the floor. She wrapped her arms around His neck and held on so tight. He wrapped His own arms around her, lifting her up off the floor. As her feet dangled, He spun her around as He kissed her bare shoulder.
When He set her back on her feet, she released her grip just enough to be able to look up into His eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, before He wrapped a hand in her hair gently, tilted her head back and kissed her. They both poured all the passion, longing and need from the past two weeks into the kiss. Her nails dug into His shoulders as she pulled closer. Their bodies melded together. He wasn’t the only one home. She was back at home in His arms.
She practically whimpered when He broke the kiss. He tugged her head back a bit more and waited for her eyes to flutter back open and focus on His. Then He tilted her head and His mouth moved to her ear. His teeth sunk in, gripping, grinding. He tightened His hold on her waist as He felt her squirm and her knees begin to buckle. He knew this drove her crazy.
She moaned deeply as He continued to bite her ear even as He growled, “I’ve missed My pet.” He backed her up against the wall, holding her there with the weight of His body against hers. He couldn’t help but moan as she began to grind herself against Him. When He finally released her ear, she was gasping, dizzy with her need for Him.
His hands slid along her arms, pulling them from around His own neck until He was able to press them over her head against the wall. He held her wrists together above her with one hand. He used His other hand to grasp a nipple through the fabric of her dress. She inhaled sharply and arched toward His hand. “Open your eyes little subbie.” Her eyes, overly bright now, snapped open and found His. “Who owns you?”
“You do Sir,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” He prompted.
“Yes Sir,” she nodded.
“And what are you willing to do for your Master tonight little subbie?”
“Anything,” she replied, feeling it in the deepest core of her being. He could see the truth in her eyes.
“Your Master is feeling greedy tonight. It’s been too long. i’m going to use My pet.”
“Yes please Sir,” she breathlessly whispered. Her eyes drifted closed as He leaned in close and softly kissed her forehead, then her right eye, followed by her left, before He took her hand and led her to the stairs …
The End
A Perfect End to a Bad Week
He’d told her to call around 8. She’d been eyeing the clock for almost an hour, watching the minutes tick by, minutes that felt like an eternity. She’d talked to Him only a few hours before and yet she craved hearing it again.
She didn’t know what turn the call tonight would take. She thought it might be a chance for them to share some intimate time together. She’d of course be thrilled just to talk, of nonsensical things, of important things, anything … time with Him was so very precious. What they did, what they talked about truly didn’t matter. But she felt she should prepare a bit anyway, so she would be ready for Him if He wanted her.
So prepare she did. She undressed, slipping on just her short black robe, thinking of the time she’d spent with Him in person in that very robe. Her fingers brushed the gold chain at her neck. The chain He’d given her during their first time together. The chain she wore during all of their most intimate moments. The chain that held such deep meaning for her. The chain she’d been wearing for almost a week now, having needed to feel Him close to her during what have been a troublesome week.
She grabbed the wooden paddle-type hairbrush from it’s place on her antique dressing table before she left her dressing area. The next stop was the bedroom. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a vibrator and a dildo, toys He most often asked for her to use. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should take anything else. She could always come back up if He wanted. Down the stairs she went.
She laid a soft blanket out across the wood floor, again preparing in case He wanted her tonight. She knelt for just a few minutes, gathering her thoughts, remember moments they had shared. He hadn’t asked her to prepare. She had no idea if she needed to, but she loved these moments by herself when she filled her mind and heart with only Him. Standing, she moved to the couch and curled up. She dialed the phone with slightly trembling fingers….
His voice filled her immediately. They spoke of various things … what they’d been doing since they last spoke, how long each of them had to talk, and others … and then He asked the question that made her heart skip a beat. “What are you wearing?”
“Just my robe,” she said a bit shyly. She knew that He begin to realize she has prepared, hoped even, that He might use her tonight.
And then … “Did you bring any toys down with you?”
She could feel her cheeks blush bright pink as she told Him she had. “i like to be prepared,” she joked.
Then she heard the change in His voice as He said her name. As always, she suddenly couldn’t breath. She was immediately immersed. Filled with Him and only Him. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
“What did you bring down?”
She giggled nervously, “The brush of course, and a vibrator and dildo.”
“Describe the dildo for Me little subbie,” He prompted. He could practically hear her squirming.
“i … i can’t … it’s ummm about 8 inches.” She thought she couldn’t blush much more. She was wrong.
“8 inches? In what way?” He asked.
She could hear the grin in His voice, could picture it. “8 inches long. What else…”
He cut her off, “What is it shaped like?”
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, laughing a bit. She wasn’t sure she could answer.
“A cock,” she squeaked.
He mimicked her squeaky voice. He teased her for a few more minutes. “Does it have ridges… does it have a head … what does your Master like you to do with this dildo?”
Her embarrassment and nervousness got the best of her and she could barely answer and His voice changed. “Get the brush pet. On your knees.”
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She groaned, “Yes Sir.” She knew what was coming. First her right ass cheek. She lost count of the strikes. Then her right nipples. Then the inside of her right thigh. With each strike her need grew. Her immersion deepened.
“What can your Master do with that dildo pet?” He asked her with a bit more force. Her mind swirled. Nerves. Embarrassment. Pain. Pleasure. Need. “Listen. Feel. Act.” He told her. “Don’t think.”
“You can fuck me Master,” she said softly.
“And what do I fuck with that toy?” He asked her.
She squirmed on the floor and said “My cunt.”
“And what game does your Master like to play pet?”
“Shallow and deep,” she whispered breathlessly. She could feel the warm wetness between her legs, the sting of the brush still racing through her body.
“On your back. Grab the dildo. Feet flat on the floor. Put the dildo at the entrance to My cunt little subbie,” He commanded her.
She quickly complied, “Yes Sir.” She waited. Anticipating. Barely breathing.
He began the game. “Deep… deep…” She moaned deeply with every stroke. “Whose cock is that fucking you?” He asked her.
“Yours Master,” she sighed. And it was. She could feel Him so clearly. His body covering hers as He took her, as He claimed her body, mind and soul.
He continued until she was writhing on the floor, whimpering, moaning and when she thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore … “Cum,” He told her.
She cried out, His name almost a whisper as her back arched as her body tightened and released. As she started to come back down, He began the game again until He commanded her to release again. She thought her body must be on fire. She could feel Him with her, feel His eyes watching her as His name tore from her lips again. She was lost, beyond thought. Completely His.
She tried to catch her breath as He told her to get the vibrator. “On low. Run it over and around My cunt little girl.” She of course did exactly as He commanded. “And now pet, your Master has something to do. You keep at that until I come back.”
She groaned before she could bite her lip to stifle it. “Yes Sir,” she whimpered.
She had no idea how long He was gone for. It felt like forever. She moaned and gasped. Was He listening? She had no idea, but she couldn’t have stayed quiet if she’d wanted. She was squirming. She thought she’d scream from her need. She’d beg if that’s what He wanted.
And every time she thought she couldn’t hold back any longer, she thought of the words He’d said to her so many times. “Those cums are Mine to give, not yours to take.” She could hear Him even though He was silent. She could feel Him even though He was far away.
She actually jolted when she heard Him return. “Who owns you little gir?”
“You do Sir,” she whimpered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, very,” she gasped.
“100 percent? Even after a rough week like this has been?” He questioned her.
“Yes Sir. 100 percent.”
“Would you do anything I asked of you right now?”
“Anything.”
“Anything?” He repeated.
“Yes Sir,” she said breathlessly, squirming more. She knew she would in fact do anything He asked. Pleasing Him was all that mattered. Making Him proud of her was her deepest desire.
“Would you go to the window if I asked?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Promise?”
“i promise,” she whispered. The window … she disliked the window, being on display. But she would truly give Him anything He asked for.
“Cum!” He growled in her ear. She screamed as her mind and body shattered yet again. His name her only thought as she released for Him for the last time that night …
The End
One Night
She knocked on the door and waited patiently. Dressed in a short skirt, a fitted shirt and her favourite boots she felt sexy. The door opened and she smiled. He looked as good as she remembered and she bet he felt even better. She walked through the door and dropped her bag on the floor. She wasn’t expecting him to be so close when she turned around but she wasn’t complaining. He kissed her passionately, one hand on her ass pulling her into him, the other in her hair, moving her head the way he wanted. He ran his hand down her leg, sliding it up beneath her skirt. She had come in no underwear, just the way he liked it, so when his hand reached her pussy he could feel how wet she was for him. Running his fingers along her clit she moaned against his mouth. He loved to hear her moan, and he was going to make her scream for him tonight, she just didn’t know it yet.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and she cried out in protest. His hand was still on her clit, teasing her. She pushed on his chest, trying to get him on the couch where she could climb on top of him. She liked being on top, being in control, but not tonight. Tonight he was going to make her lose control, and he knew just how to do it. She was strong and determined, but they both knew he was stronger. He stood his ground and she pushed against him again, wanting it her way.
He could see the frustration written all over her face. He grabbed her chin and as his mouth came crashing down on hers he slide his fingers inside of her. She was so wet and she felt so good. He manoeuvred her towards the door and pushed her back against it. She had no idea what was going on as she tried to slide her hand down his body to his throbbing cock. “No,” he said as he grabbed her hand. He wanted to do this his way and she was going to enjoy it. “Your going to do what I want,” he whispered in her ear before bringing his mouth down on her neck.
“Oh god,” she cried as he worked his mouth along her neck, kissing and sucking her weakest spot. She wrapped her leg around his body, pulling him into her, as he worked her pussy with his fingers and her neck with his mouth. She was so wet and he knew by her movements and her moans that she was close to coming. But he didn’t want that just yet. He wanted to tease her more first. He pulled away from her, sliding his fingers out of her. She whimpered in protest and tried to pull him in tighter with her leg still wrapped around his.
“Come on baby,” he said to her, pushing her leg down and taking her by the hand.
“You’re a tease,” she said to him as he took her to the bedroom, placing her in front of the bed he kissed her softly.
“Yes but you love it, and you’re going to enjoy this more,” he said as he pushed her gently backwards so she was lying on his bed.
He positioned himself over her and she ran her hands under his top, over his stomach and his chest. Her hands felt so good running over his body, so he let her have a little bit of fun. She pulled at his top and he took it off for her before she pulled him down to her so she could run her mouth over his body. He knew what she was up to but he wasn’t going to be that easily distracted tonight. She kissed her away along his chest, running her hands along his back, as her mouth and tongue played with his nipple. It grew hard in her mouth and he knew that she was very turned on as her hips moved against his leg, trying to get what she desired.
He pulled back away from her and before she had time to protest he moved his leg between hers so she could get herself off on him, or at least try to, as he kissed his way down her ear and along her neck. He felt her nails in his back as he kissed her neck, softly at first, running his tongue over it, distracting her as he moved the pillows out of the way to get at what he wanted. He ran his hand now down over her body, trailing it up her leg and up the side of her body, waiting for her to move her hands so he could grab them. He kissed down her neck to her chest, and ripped her shirt apart. She heard the buttons fly off and pouted, “You better be buying me a new one.” He didn’t answer her as he took her breast into his hand and her nipple into his mouth. She loved the feel of his mouth but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She undid his pants but that was as far as she got before he took her hands away.
He placed them above her head, holding them there as he came up to kiss her mouth. She squirmed against him, trying to get her hands free so she could feel his cock. But he was strong and he was using it against her, much to her annoyance. She didn’t realise what was happening until it was too late, he kissed her neck again, to make sure she wasn’t paying enough attention as he slipped the cuff on her right wrist. She felt the cold metal and heard the click as it locked. She tried to yank her wrist away and quickly realised that she had been handcuffed to the bed. Her left hand was still free and she tried to pull away, but he held it to the bed as he slipped the other cuff on her. He moved away from her now, sitting up to get a better look at her.
“What are you doing,” she asked him, sounding very worried.
“Just relax, you know you can trust me,” he said to her as he moved off the bed to remove his pants. She hated being told to relax and she hated even more not being in control. She pulled at the cuffs restlessly but it was useless. He knew this was hard for her, it was a huge step to take with her but he knew that she would handle it if he played it the right way. He came down and kissed her, his hands on her face, making her feel safe. She looked so hot, her skirt was pulled up, her shirt ripped open, revealing her full breasts, her hands bound above her head, her hair everywhere, and her cheeks flushed. She was all his. He was so hard and he knew she wanted it badly but he wanted to tease her some more first. With her tied down he could do whatever he wanted and he was going to make her lose complete control. He wanted to hear her scream for him, to beg him to fuck her.
She watched as he removed his pants, revealing to her his hard cock. “Is this what you want baby,” he asked her as he ran his hand over his cock. He moved closer to her as he played with his own cock, making her watch him slide it up and down in his hand. It was torture for her to watch him do it, she liked to do it herself and in the past when he had played with his own cock she was quick to take over. But now with her hands in cuffs there was nothing she could do but watch.
“Please,” she said to him, as he increased his speed. He watched her face as she watched him getting himself off. She was loving it but hating that she couldn’t do anything. “Please baby,” she said as he ran his free hand up her leg to feel how wet she was.
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“Your soaking babe,” he said feeling her dripping wet. She continued watching him playing with his cock, wanting it so badly that she was getting more wet by the second.
He positioned himself on top of her making sure that his cock was in exactly the right spot to tease her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him but he wanted to tease her first. He kissed her, as she moved against his cock. She tried desperately to get his cock inside of her, moving beneath him she cried “please.” But every time she even got close to getting his cock inside of her he would move so that she couldn’t. She was getting highly frustrated. “Please fuck me, I want to feel you,” she cried out again.
“Not yet babe,” he said as he moved his way down her body, kissing her, touching her, tasting her, paying extra attention to her highly sensitive breasts. As he moved his way further down her body, he flicked her belly ring with his tongue and she couldn’t help but laugh. She liked that he made her laugh, he was so easy to be around and right now in this moment he was so devastatingly sexy and frustrating! He looked up at her as he played with her clit, first running his finger over it, teasing it, before sliding his fingers inside of her, pulling them in and out of her. She was moaning and moving against his fingers when he placed his mouth on her clit.
She screamed, unable to handle the pleasure running though her body. He continued sliding his fingers in and out of her as he sucked on her clit, teasing it with his tongue. She moaned loudly, moving against him, trying to get even more of exactly what she wanted. He heard her pull on the cuffs in frustration, usually she would have her hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop. He worked his fingers into her harder and faster, pushing her to the point where she was dying to cum and then he just stopped.
“Fuck me,” she screamed in complete frustration. “Dont stop, please. I want more.”
He put his fingers back inside her briefly, sliding them in and out very slowly. “Is this what you want,” he asked her.
“Yes, please,” she said to him as he stopped again. She groaned as he stopped, his fingers still inside of her, she moved against them, trying to get herself off. But he pulled his fingers out, grabbing her ass and pulling her to where he wanted her, he slid his tongue along her pussy, as he slid his finger into her ass. They’d talked about it and he knew she wouldn’t protest. He wanted to encourage her to do this with him, but didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew that he could distract her for now. Sliding his finger into her ass he continued working her pussy and clit with his tongue. She moved against his mouth, which meant moving his fingers inside her ass. Her moaning intensified and he knew she was getting used to it now, so he inserted another finger into her ass.
He looked up at her as she cried out, “Do you like that babe,” he asked her.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” was the only response he got as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. She was growing wet again, so she was obviously getting off on it, which was all he needed for now so he stopped and came up to kiss her again.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“Fuck me, please,” she replied. He moved himself into position, and slid into her hard and fast, completely taking her breath away and making her moan so loudly in his ear. It made him hard to hear her moan, he loved the sound of it. He continued thrusting into her, hard and fast and he could hear her pulling on the cuffs around her wrists. “Oh baby, please fuck me.” It didn’t take her long to start cumming, screaming in his ear, coating his cock in her juices, and he continued thrusting into her, wanting to make her orgasm last. He stopped briefly, more to gain control of himself than for anything else, before he kissed her on the mouth. Moving his mouth to her neck, sucking on the one spot he knew would drive her crazy, he began thrusting into her again. She came almost instantly as he fucked her, wetter and louder than before. It was so good to hear her but he had to stop, he didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to keep pushing her over the edge.
He wanted to feel her hands on his body so he grabbed the key from the bed where he left it and undid one cuff. She was quick to run her hand through his hair and her fingers down his back and up his side. It felt so good to feel her hands on him. Undoing the second cuff she grabbed his face between her two hands pulling him to her so she could kiss him. Passionately they kissed, his hand in her hair, while he started sliding in and out of her. The kiss seemed to last forever and she moved beneath him, wanting more. He made her so hot and wet and she didn’t want him to stop, despite having already cum twice.
She wrapped her legs around his, allowing him to fuck her deeper. Moving her hands to his back, she couldn’t help but dig her nails in. “Cum for me again babe,” he whispered into her ear, “I want to feel you cum for me.” She wasn’t sure she could again, but he knew all the right moves. Moving his hands down her body he placed them under her ass, lifting her slightly, and squeezing it at the same time, he continued to thrust into her. She dug her nails in deeper and kissed her way along his neck, moaning the whole time. After what seemed like no time at all she came again, her pussy tightening around his throbbing cock sending him over the edge. Cumming inside of her only made her moan loader and her pussy squeeze his cock tighter. It felt so good.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath, giving each other quick kisses. When he moved off of her he lay beside her, pulling her over to him he asked, “Are you ok babe.”
She snuggled into him, replying “mmm hmmm.” It had been a big thing for her to be tied up but he had taken the risk and she had enjoyed it, her body was more sensitive and her orgasms were more powerful. He ran his hand mindlessly down her back making her shiver. He knew she would want more again soon, and he would be happy to oblige. She seemed to be an expert at making him hard, even after having cum already but for now he just liked the fact that she was there. She didn’t know what this was or where it was going but she knew she wanted to give it a try and that she wouldn’t give up without a fight. He was an amazing guy.
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