th**** Posted Monday at 01:15 PM You have been sassy all day, wanting to go out with friends and I wanted to stay in. I sneak out before you get home, and you send you a pic of yourself wearing my sexiest shortest dress. You know your ass is in trouble. I see your text, and I grip my phone so tightly it seemingly creaks in my hand. "She has been testing my patience all day, and now this?" I am frustrated—not only by your blatant disregard for my plans but by the fact that your teasing has worked, leaving me with no release while I'm stuck at home. "I have to make sure she learns to submit after a long day," I mutter to myself. I cycle through potential consequences in my head. Should I bend her over my knee and discipline her? No, that won't get the point across. Should I grab her by the hair and take what I want? No; she is far too delicate, and there is no lesson in an act so self-serving. Finally, I realize exactly what I must do. Thirty minutes after you send your message, you begin to question. After an hour, you begin to worry. By an hour and a half, you are frustrated. You didn't get the rise you wanted; you got nothing. Not even a "hello" or a "fuck you." You got the one thing you didn't want: no reaction at all. Rushing through the door, you find me sitting calmly, enjoying a drink. You immediately begin to question me. "Why didn't you respond? What if I needed help?" All of your nagging questions are met with short, clipped responses—not delivered with a particular tone, but simply to the point. This frustrates you even more. "Show me something! Don’t you want me?" you cry, shoving me in the chest and spilling my drink all over my shirt. *Crack.* My hand lands firmly on your cheek. It isn't hard enough to bruise, but it's certainly enough to leave a hot pink sting. "No, look what *you* made me do," I say, standing up. "You’ve been a pest all afternoon when I needed peace in my home. You left me here and teased me through a screen. And why? To try and make me come out there and fetch you?" Still reeling from the shock, you mutter under your breath, "Yes, Sir. I just wanted your attention... to feel wanted. For my knight to make me feel like a queen." Emotionless, I respond, "And what happened? Did I come to you, or did you come to me?" With a disappointed whimper, you answer, "I came to you." "That’s right," I say softly. "Now, you’ve made a mess of me, so let’s go clean it up." I point toward the bedroom, my expression demanding yet softening as I look you dead in the eyes. You pick up on the shift and do your best to hide a thin smile. "Yes, Sir." Leading me by the hand to the bedroom, you slowly ***l my shirt up over my head, only to see my skin wet from the wasted drink. You stop pulling the shirt off, leaving my face momentarily covered as you begin to clean my chest with your supple lips and curious tongue. A thought occurs to you to play further—you've already noticed my pants tightening. You reach to unzip them, but before you can, I pull my shirt the rest of the way off and grab your chin with my calloused hand, forcing our eyes to meet. As soon as you start to speak, I pull you in by the curve of your back, your dress riding up as we kiss. Holding you tightly, I slowly slide the straps from your shoulders. The dress drops to the floor, swaying around your curves and exposing your body. I push you back onto the bed; this is where your lesson truly begins. A smile erupts across your face as you imagine just how coarsely I may treat you, remembering the past few times when I pounded you to submission. When you couldn’t walk anymore quivering from the through fucks excited from what you think is to come. I ask you in a low tone “what do you want?” You look at me confused “I want you, I want you to punish me, to fuck me hard!” You retort. I simply respond “do you want me to fuck you hard or do you want to cum, those are your two options” You think to yourself but only for a moment “I want both but I really need to cum” “ok” I respond “lay down on your back and spread your legs for me” “yes sir” you say in a giddy manner spreading your porcelain thighs present yourself to me. I walk to you side slowly sliding my fingers down your thighs pressing down just a moment at a time with my fingertips just to watch how you respond slowly working my way down to your glistening pussy. Parting your lips with my fingers and slowly sliding them in rubbing your clit with my thumb as I do taking great care to move it slowly and methodically in circle then the alphabet over and over as you moan louder and louder. I can feel you starting to buck on my hand feeling you squeeze on my fingers as the massage you from within feeling every ridge and fold of your velvet cunt. Just before you climax I press down hard on your clit with my rough calloused thumb, hard enough to make you shriek pulling your knees to your chest but silencing your cry sticking the thumb of my other hand in your drooling mouth. “Not yet, plus you look better sucking on something anyways, show me how bad you want your release” you take the cue and begin with the enthusiasm one would expect of a starved *** finally getting a meal. Licking and my thumb like it was the bell of a cock. I continue with my other hand bringing you closer and closer but every time you buck now I pull my fingers out and give that gleaming flower a hard slap to the point that your pink rose has become red stinging, hot, and sensitive glistening not of morning dew but of a torrent of rain finally you get close again but now I remove both hands and you recoil expecting *** yet again but nothing comes. I walk to the dresser grabbing a plug, lube, and a dildo. I set the dildo above your head on the bed. Looking you in the eye I prepare the plug with lube “are you ready?” “ yes” you reply meekly so I set the plug to the side and pour the lubricant on both of your tits but not the nipples. I bend over gabbing your tit and suck the nipple playing with it with my tongue chattering my teeth just until you moan once. I then release my suction grabbing the other nipple twisting hard until you yelp taking my cue to start massaging your entire torso with the lube I’d already poured groping your breasts and moving the liquids down to your thighs massaging them as well working deep into the muscle the lube warming your skin with each touch of my hand. I dry off my right hand on the bedsheets and replace my thumb into your mouth grabbing the plug with my left and gently pushing on your tight asshole until it *pops* into place we then go back to your still tender pussy though now it’s more relaxed. More of the methodical strokes and the constant massaging of your clit until you’re bucking harder and harder practically fucking my hand with your cunt until you scream with pleasure around my thumb. I quickly remove my right hand grabbing the dildo from above your head and ramming it down your throat. In the pleasure mixed with *** you again raise your knees to your chest presenting the plug ring to me to which I quickly yank it out you try to scream again but now can only hum with the rubber cock down your throat. Holding it there I spin your ass to me unzip and remove my pants with the other hand lube my throbbing member grabbing your thighs with both hands and as you take your first gasp of air after spitting out the dildo *nearly passing out after not being able to breathe for so long* I shove my cock deep into your ass causing even more tears to stream down your face running you mascara and relentless taking you with your legs on my shoulders until I cum deep in your tight ass pulling out and collapsing on top of you. Having ***d all of your fuck holes your punishment is complete. As we go to bed you as the little spoon. Me groping your breast as we drift to sleep. You let loose a smile thinking how you would drive me mad next.
Recommended Posts