Wanton Word

You wake up a little disoriented, not quite sure where you are, your body knowing it’s not your bed you’re in.  You go to move your hand to rub your face, to try to wake up more and focus.  Except you can't.  You soon realize that you can't move any of your limbs.  You've been tied to the bed spread eagle. 

I step out of the shadow where I've been waiting for you to awaken.  You watch me as I approach the foot of bed, your eyes glittering with anticipation.  I see your cock twitch as it starts to wake up with your realization that I am going to play with you. I draw a soft scarf from the pocket of my satin robe and as I walk to the head of the bed I drag the silky material over your leg, over your cock, up you navel, past your chest until I drape it across your eyes.  I reach around to tie it about your head.  You take a deep breath smelling me, the remains of our fucking from last night still evident on me.  Your cock stands at full mast.

I trail a finger down the side of your face, tracing your bottom lip.  You lick at my finger as it moves across and continues down your chin, underneath, tracing over your Adam's apple.  You swallow reflexively.  My finger continues, stopping to rub on one nipple which hardens into a little pebble.  You draw your breath in a bit deeper and faster at the sensation I create.  My finger moves to the other nipple repeating the same move but this time I pinch the pebble and pull it hard.  You suck your breath surprised but not hurting... you're used to much more pain than that. 

My finger tickles its way down through the rough hairs of your chest, catching every so often as it moves towards your naval where I circle your bellybutton playfully.  A smile ghosts your face but whether in humor or because you're ticklish there, I can't tell.  I draw my finger to a stop at the base of your cock.  It twitches as if asking me for a touch.  I continue drawing a line up the top of your shaft slowly, dragging my nail on your smooth skin as I go, loving the silkiness of it, the way it moves over the steel underneath.  I feel your blood thrum with your growing excitement.   At the top, I flick my nail over your slit.  You swallow hard, perhaps swallowing a groan too.  Pity, I like your sounds.

My finger continues down the underside making its way to your balls, and I can see your muscles tense, your balls pulling up a bit, almost like they were trying to reach for my touch.  My hand closes over your heavy sacs and squeezes gently.  A groan issues from the back of your throat as you try to hold it in but can’t, and then you suck in a deep breath in as I start to roll and knead them.  My hand grasps your hard shaft, closing around it.  I give it a few pulls just to tease you.  Your hips rise off the bed, silently asking for more.

You feel my hand leave you, and then return with something light and thin.  I wrap the leather strip around your cock and balls, tight, stopping the flow in or out.  I watch as the skin goes red and swollen.  So pretty.  I bend over and give it a kiss, licking the top with the tip of my hot wet tongue.  You almost purr in pleasure.  The sound pleases me so I drop my mouth over the head and suck gently.  You make a noise deep in your chest and your whole body tenses, your muscles flexing as they pull against the restraints.  I know you want to grab my head and force your cock deeper into my mouth.  But I'm in control now.  You get only what I give you.

I leave your cock flailing, twitching like a fish out of water.  You groan in disappointment.  I laugh softly knowing soon a completely different sound will escape your lips.  Fishing the nipple clamps from where I hid them, I attach them to you, slowly tightening them allowing you time to get used to the pain.  I draw my hand down your chest and allow it to drag on the chain, pulling at your nipples.  A whimper escapes your lips which you stubbornly try to swallow instead of giving me that pleasure.

Next I retrieve little clips which I gently place on the skin of your sacs, slowly releasing the springs so that the pain is reduced to a kind of sharp ache when I finally let go.  You hold your breath waiting for the sharp pain they can cause if suddenly clamped on. I'm very careful.  You belong to me now and I take of my toys.

I stroke your aching shaft, using a rhythm you like, just a few minutes to make sure you're paying attention to me.  Then with the flat of my hand I slap your cock, smacking your over and over, each strike heavier and heavier.  You pull at the restraints.  I can see you gritting your teeth trying to hold back the noises, the ones I want to hear.  Stubborn man. 

I pull out a little rubber band and start snapping it on your cock, your balls, your thighs, and your stomach.  Everywhere there is tender skin.  Finally you grunt in pain. I swallow your cock as a reward for giving me my sound. I work my hot mouth over you, my lips pressed tight around your rock hard member, moving up and down until I feel you relax, the tension from the pain easing away with each stroke of my hot mouth, each sweep of my tongue on your hot skin.  I suckle on you until you feel the tingle building at the base of your spine, the sweet pressure that signals you're close to your peak.  I feel the throb of your blood as it pulses through your engorged shaft making it even bigger, harder.  Your breaths come quickly as you race higher and higher, the pleasure making you soar. 

But I'm not taking orders now.  I'm pleasing myself.  You're my plaything for me to use and abuse as it pleases me.  And this pleases me, watching the grimace on your face as you feel yourself dropping back, away from that point of no return when you were so close.

You lie there, breathing hard, and then you realize you can't hear me, don't know what I'm doing.  I've left the bed.  Your head moves in an attempt to locate me with your other senses.  Suddenly the buzz of a vibrator hits your ears.  You tense, waiting for me to strike, overloading your senses with the nasty little thing. 

I press it up to your balls and you yelp in surprise and in pleasure.  I run it all over your balls and you start to feel the vibrations like they are coming from inside you.  I smile wickedly as a wonderful idea enters my head.

Instead I move it back up, tracing a path back to the base of your cock which twitches in response to the sensation permeating your genitals.  Slowly I drag the bullet up the underside of your shaft, savoring the way the skin moves over the hard flesh.   When I reach that sensitive spot just underneath the ridge, you tense again and groan.  I move the bullet in small circles there, giving you more and more sensation until your hands close into fists, your body tries to buck, and you give me your best sound yet... a long moan of desperation.

I climb over you, straddling your hips between my knees.   Sinking down I rub my pussy on your cock spreading my wet juices all over your length, making you slick and loving the way your hard shaft feels as it slides against my clit.   I give you a sound of my own... my approval... and lean down to kiss your open mouth. 

Your hips press up trying to get farther inside, trying to thrust to get some relief for your aching balls.  I move with you giving you the gratification you seek and myself as well.  Our breathing becomes labored and our movements quicker, more urgent.  I can feel your cock driving against my G spot pushing me closer and closer to my climax.  The tension builds and starts to feel like too much, more than I can bear.  I grab my breasts twisting and pulling at my nipples needing to push myself higher.  When I come, I scream out, grinding myself onto you, gasping, shuddering, convulsing.  I feel my insides milking your cock and you grunt with the pleasurable pain coursing through your swollen shaft. 

I fall to the bed lying beside you while I catch my breath. You whimper with your unfulfilled need.  I pull on your nipple chain again and this time you give me a loud gasp which pleases me even more.  I untie your balls and cock and you cry out as the blood rushes in a sudden flow.  I drop my mouth over you sucking hard, bobbing my head up and down leaving you no room to think, only feel.  I love my flavor mixed with yours on my tongue as I lave your cock.  I can feel you pulsing as your shaft gets harder.  I open up my throat and take you all in. 

"Oh fuck that's good," you breathe. 

"Mmmm hmmmm," I hum knowing the vibrations will travel to your cock. 

You groan in response.  You start moving your hips again, need pushing you to move.  But I'm not ready to let you come yet, so I stop again and let you slide back down. 

"Oh fuck, baby, don't stop, please don't stop!"

"You beg so nicely, I want to hear more," I purr.

You grunt in pure frustration, one that borders on anger.  You want your power and control back.  But I'm not finished playing yet.  My game, my rules.  I pick up the leather strip again and wrap it around the head of your cock, fitting it snug underneath the ridge.  I hold the loose end taut, pulling on your cock like a dog on a leash.  Using my fingers I gently tap the shaft, the head, your balls, continuing until you are writhing pulling at your restraints trying to get away from the torment. 

"Lover, you know what I want...," I coo.

You grit your teeth in rebellion.  So I continue the soft strike but now using the flat of my hand, slapping your cock and balls harder and harder.  Each strike to your shaft or head causes you to gasp.  Each hit to your balls cause you to grunt and almost whimper.  I hit your balls hard once.

As your movements speed up I feel my pussy contract.  It happens so suddenly I don't expect it, and the next thing I know I'm wailing as I come hard enough to make you grunt as you work your way into my tight sheath.  A few more sharp strokes, a shout and few jerks of your hips and then you collapse on me, having filled me with your come.  Softly you kiss my face as we both come down, our breaths harsh and ragged. 

You look down at me, eyes smiling as you place little kisses on my face. 

"Thank you baby..." I hear you say as I drift off into sleep.

~End

You get out of the shower and I am standing there with a pretty red cat collar in my hand.  I slip it on as you finish drying off and pull you close. 

"I need to make sure my kitten has cleaned and dried herself well." 

My hands caress your shoulders, firmly but lovingly and slide down your arms.  I grab your wrists bringing your hands up over your head, holding them there with one of my big hands around both your wrists.  I look into your eyes, silently demanding your submission.

I push you back firmly and you quiver slightly as your bare ass comes in contact with the chilled tiles of the wall.  I press my body up against you, pressing your whole body against the cool surface.   My free hand caresses the underside of your breasts, plucking lightly at each nipple until they are hard pebbles. 

The warmth of my breath and body on your front heightens the chill of the tile against the back.   I can't resist licking your nipples and sucking on them just a moment before getting back to myself and my task.  You start to close your eyes and feel me grab a handful of hair and jerk your head to the side.

"Keep your eyes on mine, kitten," I growl into your neck, licking from the bottom of your ear down the length of your nape.

"Did you clean behind your ears, my doll,"  I whisper as I lick upwards again and nibble the soft lobe, flicking it with my tongue and blowing warm air over it. 

"Such a good pet," I turn your head and nibble the other side for good measure.

I let go of your wrists.  "Keep you hands up kitten."

My hands flow down your stomach and you spread your legs slightly, wanting me to find what is now wet again.  I tease you, first working down your legs, firmly caressing each thigh in turn, making you more wet, forcing you to wait as your breath comes in short, sweet gasps. 

Finally I slip a finger up past your thighs to your pussy, now soaked with your juices.  "Such a bad girl...you missed a spot.' 

I pull your legs further apart and spank your pussy a few times.  "I told you to make sure you were clean AND DRY, didn't I, kitten?" 

A few more pussy spanks send shivers down your spine.  "You like that too much."

I reach up and grab your wrists in my hand again.  "Turn around and face the wall."   

With your wrists held it looks like a ballet spin as you turn to obey.  Your body slides against mine as you move, the dance heightening my need.

I pull back on your hips, leaning you forward slightly as you settle your forearms against the cold tile.  I caress your lovely ass with my free hand for a moment to warm it up before spanking it firmly a few times on each cheek, the last one getting a slight yelp.  I release your hands and tell you to hold that position as I move behind you.  You feel a few more slaps on your ass and my hand reaches back under to feel your moisture, rubbing gently against your clit and yanking firmly but not painfully on your hood ring. 

Your moan makes my cock go completely erect.  It throbs needing to fuck you.   I ram two fingers into your sheath making you cry out at the sudden invasion.  But your cry quickly turns into whimpers as I thrust my hand rubbing the pads of my fingers along the G-spot area.  Your whimpers become gasps and I move faster, sensing the orgasm as everything in your body tightens with your need.

Your head falls against the tile and you turn your face against the coolness.  I can see the flush on the cheek facing me.  "Open you eyes kitten," I bark out.  "I want to see you come."

I continue faster, pressing harder, feeling the wall cavity become pulpy as the tissues fill with liquid, fill with your want and need. 

Your gasps become little screams, almost wails, as your climax approaches.  I slap your ass with my other hand and the pain sends you over.  I feel your cunt tighten around my fingers as you come hard and I hear the splash as your juices drench my hand and the floor.  Your scream is like a fire to my cock.  Oh kitten, I need you.

I pull you over to the counter, bending your over it, watching you in the mirror.  You lock eyes with me, knowing what I want.  I ram myself into you right to the hilt.  Your eyes close involuntarily.  I slap both your cheeks hard, leaving hand prints.  Your eyes shoot open and I can see the tears forming.  It spurs me, those tears.  I grab your hips and thrust my hips shoving myself in and out without pause, without a thought to anything but the building need at the base of my spine.  I need to come, kitten.  I need to fuck you.  I need to make you mine.

I bend over your back, our eyes still locked.  I lick your neck, look at you questioningly and you nod, knowing what I want.  You always know kitten.  I thrust over and over, so hard I know you're going to have bruises where the edge of the counter is digging into your pelvis.   But I can't stop now.  I need to fuck you so bad, my kitten. 

I feel the edge coming closer.  I increase my thrusts and move my hands to your breasts, swinging a beat to my movements.  I squeeze them hard, digging my fingers into the softness of them.  You scream in pleasure, in pain.  I bite down on your neck just below the pretty collar as I feel myself spilling into you.  You come again, squeezing the last of my juices from me and slump forward, too weak to hold yourself up. 

We rest, catch our breaths, listening to our hearts beating so loud in our ears.  Finally, I can stand.  I pull you to me, my fingers brushing along your beautiful collar.  

"Mine," I whisper.  You shiver, nod and cuddle into me as we move to the bed to continue our night. 

Dance in the shadow of the moon
Wet touches, sparkles of dew
Labored breaths spilled upon whimpers
Hips on hips send souls flying
Hard kisses against open petals 

Sleep under moon shadows
Cooled skin, glowing starlight
Murmurs melt into sweet sighs
Hands on hands feel slow beats
Moonlight kisses embrace

Erin shuffled into the bedroom, keeping her eyes low, watching her master’s feet as he moved around the room getting dressed. She admired the lean muscular legs as he pulled tight black leather pants on, sighing a little as he covered up his cock, the tight leather doing nothing to hide his semi erect state.

She knelt before him, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He didn’t show any sign of noticing her, instead, continued moving and from the sound of the cloth she guess he was putting on a shirt. She stared at the carpet in front of her knees, trying to focus on one spot and not on the butt plug he had left in her since that afternoon. Her pussy was moist and the air over it made her insides flutter.

"Babygirl," his voice was stern, without a hint of affection despite the endearment. "You should be dressed." The statement was uttered as complete fact and she couldn’t tell if he was really angry or not. She hoped not.

"Master, can we stay in tonight? I don’t feel--."

"You’re feelings are irrelevant," he barked, cutting her off. "Perhaps you need a reminder of that," he said with steel in his voice.

Erin cringed. Oh her master wasn’t happy. Her pussy throbbed and she shuddered as spasms racked her body.

"But, I—"

"Silence." The word was spoken softly, but the restrained power behind the order was not to be denied.

She felt a tiny thrill shiver up her spine, leaving the hair on neck standing like she was near electricity. Her nipples hardened and her breath quickened. She watched his feet as he moved away from the bed and she could hear him open the door to the armoire. She closed her eyes, dreading what was going to happen next but at the same time, her pussy pulsed sending conflicting messages to her body. Her ass clenched around the thick plug. Erin whimpered.

"Corner."

Erin stood, feeling the plug jostle in her ass making her groan. Slowly she moved to her corner and knelt like a child doing penance. "The Contemplation Corner" her master called it. She heard Master moving around and could hear him drawing his tools from the armoire where he kept an array of floggers, crops, paddles, restraints and many other tools that she had curiously examined but Master had not yet used. Many of them frightened her, but many of them were exciting to think about. She would often walk away wet and wanting, though exactly what, she didn’t know.

The end of a rope dropped to the floor beside her left arm and Erin held her breath as he unwound the coils revealing the long blue length. Master was quiet as he quickly bound her in a network of ropes that normally she enjoyed watching as he manipulated the rope over her skin, tying knots here and there, winding it around and around until it covered her skin like a wall of protection.

But today, he was unhappy and Erin knew she wasn’t supposed to enjoy the roughness of the rope as it moved on her skin. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy the brief touches of his hand as his long fingers worked at the knots. She wasn’t supposed to notice his breath on her skin when he reached around her or the smell that was uniquely him and caused her insides to tremble with desire.

Today she was being punished for being a bad sub and was meant to contemplate over her punishment. Still she couldn’t help a little shudder of anticipation for what was to come.

When he finished, the remaining end of the rope neatly tucked into a band around her wrists, she heard her master move away. No instructions were needed. She was to contemplate on how she did not meet her master’s needs, where her weakness was and how she was going to do better next time. She knew he left the room but wasn’t afraid. He never left her by herself if he couldn’t somehow monitor her, hear her safe word, see her discomfort.

Erin took a deep breath and centered herself before closing her eyes. Her mind drifted as she thought about how she’d ended up in the corner again. She was annoyed at being punished for such a trivial thing and yet oddly comforted by the snug protection of the ropes that bound her. Her Master loved her enough to punish her. She smiled as she drifted deeper within.

*****

Martin paused at the door and glanced back at Erin bound and kneeling in the corner. He felt his cock harden at the sight. He wanted to take her to bed and just bury himself in her warmth but instead he sighed and slipped into his office in the next room to get some work done.

Martin entered and before sitting at his desk he checked that the video feed to the monitor in the office was on so he could hear any noises Erin might make and see if she was moving uncomfortably. He would be able to clearly hear her as he’d left both doors open but he still needed to be sure he was aware of the slightest bit of discomfort.

He stared at the monitor, focusing how she looked in the other room, bound and subservient, he found he pants becoming uncomfortably tight. He sighed again and unlaced the crotch. He had planned this evening over a week ago but had found he felt tired and more than a bit antisocial. It was rather ironic that he was punishing Erin for disobeying his orders when in fact it gave him the chance to stay at home. Chuckling, he opened a file and started working.

*****

The more time she spent on her knees, the greater the pain from not moving became. The great the pain the more she withdrew until finally the pain faded into the background, still there but no longer a focal point. Erin could hear her master’s voice as if her were whispering the words in her ear at that moment.

"Babygirl, it’s really very simple, you submit to me, put me first in your mind and please me. In turn I take care of you, protect you, cherish you."

She had resisted that at first, feeling like he was expecting her to give up her identity and independence. She was angry that he would want to strip her of her ability to think, something he had told her was more attractive than her body ever could be. But serving him had proven to be fulfilling beyond her expectations. Master took her to heights she never knew existed, and when he was done, he held her and kissed her and made her feel like the center of his universe.

Still at times when she was feeling more than a little cranky, her demon would raise its head and rebel against something she knew to be good. Times like this evening. She knew she shouldn’t have spoken out of turn, especially after not obeying orders. But the words were out of her mouth before thinking. She regretted them now, not because of the punishment, but because she had failed to please her master.

*****

Martin started when the little timer he used quietly rang. He hadn’t worked but rather sat starting at Erin on the monitor, marveling at how still she was, her even breaths, her calm face. Several times he just wanted to get up, say the heck with the punishment, and go in and throw her on the bed all trussed up and ram his aching cock into her warm wet sheathe.

He hadn’t done that though. The man had no place here yet, the Master was in charge. He let her stay for the 30 minutes he allotted. And now he steeled himself as he walked back to the bedroom. Erin’s head turned slightly at the noise of his steps but outside of that little movement she remained still.

"Time’s up, babygirl. I hope you’ve come to some conclusions but we’ll discuss it after I’ve doled out the rest of your punishment." How he kept his voice so even at times like this surprised him. Inside, he was a mass of tension leaving him unsettled and edgy.

He bent and picked Erin up, carrying her in his arms to the bed where he carefully lay her down. He rolled her over onto her stomach and tucked a pillow under her pelvis so her luscious round ass was presented to be worked over. The end of the butt plug drew his attention, and reaching over he jostled it, pulling it out a little and pushing it all the way back in, watching as her little hole snap closed around the narrower part.

*****

Erin gasped at the sudden thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn’t help moving her hips up, trying to get him to thrust the plug into her again. She heard Master’s soft laugh and knew it wasn’t going to happen. She shut her eyes and tried not to focus on the wonderful sensations the plug had caused. The she felt the plug slowly being pulled out of her. Her ass felt empty and lonely.

She felt his hand stroke over her ass cheeks, slowly, sensually, leaving goosebumps and tingles that radiated all over her back and seemed to sink right into her torso so it felt like her heart was fluttering. Despite anticipating a blow, she found herself relaxing under his ministrations and getting more than a little turned on. She could feel her pussy getting wet as it pulsed with excitement. She tried to shift her legs closer together to get some relief, wriggling a bit to stimulate her clit.

She heard the sharp slap before she felt the burning heat on her ass cheek. She couldn’t help the grunt that escaped her. Tensing, she waited for the next blow. It didn’t come. Instead she felt her master’s hand again, smoothing over the stinging skin. She sucked in her breath as a wave of desire rushed through her from that hand radiating outward to every part of her body leaving all her nerves electrified and charged.

Suddenly the hand was gone and she tensed just before she felt his hand and heard the crack. She sucked in her breath as the sting burned leaving a prickly sensation. Again instead of the next blow he slowly smoothed his warm hand over the angry skin. And again, the pleasure shot through her leaving her whimpering. Her pussy was dripping onto the covers and involuntarily her body started to writhe in an attempt relieve herself of the sexual tension.

Again and again the beatings and the soothing alternated and with each cycle, her body got more and more tense, excited, heated until she felt as if she would die if she didn’t get some relief. She could feel the puddle forming underneath her pussy, feel the wetness dripping and hanging off the tip of her clit, the slow ooze and cooling of the liquid feeling like a torture because she just couldn’t move her hands to soothe it.

*****

With each smack, Martin felt the reverberations through his arm, felt the sting on his palm that mirrored the sting on Erin’s ass. The skin was rosy and inviting. He couldn’t help himself, he had to stop and touch after each strike. He could see Erin was breathing harder and knew it wasn’t from the spanking. He could hear her gasps, feel her heartbeat race, see the twitches in her body as the nerves fired up with sensation.

Each strike made his cock jump. The sound would echo in his head and his libido responded. The tension and edginess he felt moments ago drained with each hit, with each caress leaving a fire inside him, a need to possess his slave, his sex slut lying tied up on his bed, helpless and at his mercy. But not just yet. There was the matter of a punishment to complete. A vicious grin played over his face and he decided to get it over with so he could get his cock where it belonged, in that tight, wet pussy that he could smell it was so hot for a fucking.

He rained blow after blow, no longer stopping to soothe. Each strike made the soft skin angrier and hotter to the touch. He found his hand moving in a familiar pattern and felt himself slip into the trance that came when he had found his rhythm, when his rhythm was in tune with his sub’s breathing, when his mind became so focused that all there was in the world was his hand, moving, striking, stinging, moving, striking, stinging. His cock was so hard it was standing straight up against his belly. But still he continued waiting for the right moment, lost in the world that was his hand, Erin’s skin and their shared breath.

*****

Erin winced as the hand kept hitting. There was a pace now and she soon found herself in subspace. She reveled in the feeling as the sting became something else, something more. Each strike of her master’s hand was like a touch into his soul. Each sound was like an echo of his passion. She drifted on the edge of reality and she flew. She felt her sex get tighter and tighter and it flew with her. Her whole being rose on a wave of transcendent power, higher and higher, until she reached the apex of the trip and in that one second of stillness where all movement stopped, she came and the waves of pleasure washed over her in endless ripples. She vaguely heard a cry and knew it was her. As the waves receded, she felt herself fall, dropping back into her body, dazed and pulsing.

Rough hands closed on her hips and she was dragged to the edge of the bed so that her feet touched the carpet and her torso remained pressed against the covers. She noticed in passing the large wet spot where she had just lain. But all further thought was driven out of her as she felt the hard head of Master’s shaft rub up against her pussy. She couldn’t spread her legs which were still bound so when Master rammed himself into her wet channel he felt huge, bigger than anything she’d ever had up her pussy.

An animal cry left her mouth as he began pounding himself into her over and over. Each thrust was so strong it pushed her up against the bed. She could feel his balls slapping her ass. It felt like a battering ram was being stuff up her. Whimpers left her lips as Master continued to use her. She was his in that moment, completely, undeniably his.

Master sped up, moving even faster, the grip on her hips growing so hard she could feel the fingers with her hip bones. Master’s breath became gasps as he came closer and closer to his climax. Suddenly, he gave several sharp hard jerks and shouted, "Mine! Fuck! Mine!" She felt the heat spurt inside her filling her, marking her.

With a sob, she whispered, "Yes. Oh yes." And before she drifted into unconsciousness, she heard her master growl in approval.

 End

Celeste stepped back from the table to make sure everything was exactly where it should be. Master wouldn’t appreciate anything less than perfection she knew and she wanted so badly to please him when he got home from work.

Satisfied that every last piece of silverware was perfectly aligned and the salt and pepper shakers were set just so, she wandered back into the kitchen. The smells of Thai rice wafted with the scents of mushrooms sautéing in butter and cooked chicken. Celeste added the marsala wine to the mushrooms and covered the pan to let it simmer and reduce. She put the veggies in the steamer and glanced at the clock.

Soon Master would be home. She quickly went to the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes. Naked she headed back to the kitchen and put on the cute little frilly yellow apron that Master had bought her. It really did nothing to protect her body from stove splatter but she knew Master enjoyed seeing her pert breasts poking out from just the top of the apron and the glimpses of her shaved pussy that peeked out from below. And of course her ass was completely naked topped with the bow from the apron ties, presenting her ass like a gift.

She heard the car pull into the garage and hurried over to the door. She knelt on the mat beside the door, making sure she was looking at the floor. She heard the door open and saw her Master’s shoes stop in front of her.

"Angel baby, you please me, pet. " Master reached down and stroked her face. "How was your day?"

"Excellent Master, thank you." Silently she stood, still keeping her eyes down, and helped her master with his jacket. She waited as he loosed the tie from around his neck and handed that to her. She could see from the way his body arched that he was stretching to get the kinks out of his tired muscles. She made a mental note to give him a massage after dinner.

"Master, dinner will be ready shortly if you would like to retire to the dining room. There is a bottle of Riesling chilling for you."

A sigh of pleasure from her master made her heart skip and she ducked her head to hide her smile. As Master moved into the dining room she went back to the kitchen to put the chicken back into the pan to re warm. Minutes later she appeared in the dining room with two plates steaming with her culinary offerings.

Carefully placing Master’s plate so the chicken marsala sat directly in front of him, she watched out of the corner of her eye for his reaction. She saw him breath deep, taking in the aromas and saw the smile as she moved to the other side of the table with her own plate.

Celeste sat daintily and waited for Master to begin eating. He didn’t pick up his fork and knife, but sat as if waiting. She bit her bottom lip. "What have I missed," she thought frantically.

Finally it dawned on her that she had not removed the little apron and appeared at the table in proper dinner attire. She stood and quickly removed the apron and hung it over the back of her chair.

Master grunted once. "One stroke, Angel baby."

Celeste nodded meekly as she sat again and waited again. This time Master picked up his fork and took a bite of chicken. He hummed with approval as he picked up his wine glass

"Angel, this is wonderful. I am very pleased," Master purred.

"Thank you, Sir, it’s my pleasure to please you." Celeste felt herself blush with warmth and happiness. It was so nice when she pleased Master.

They ate dinner slowly, sharing their days with one another. Celeste never looked up but instead she focused on the cadence of Master’s voice as he related a funny story to amuse her. She giggled, not really because she found the story funny but because it clearly tickled his funny bone.

Finally, with dinner over, she cleared the table and while she was loading the dishwasher, Master came in with their wine, sitting himself on the barstools on the other side of the counter. He pushed her glass towards her. She picked it up and sipped at it then returned to her duties.

She could feel Master’s eyes on her backside as she bent over the dishwasher offering him a full view, knowing her pink bare pussy was showing as well. She heard his breathing quicken and smiled. She continued until all the dishes were loaded. Then she ran water into the sink to soak the pots and pans.

She gasped as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, the sound of the water hiding the noise of his movement. He pulled her back against him and his clothes rubbed against her skin, the textures soft and exciting. He thrust his hips forward and she could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing in the crack of her ass. Celeste heard a soft sigh slip from her lips.

Reaching out Master turned off the tap and then pulled her towards the bar stools. He had pulled one away from the counter and Celeste’s heart jumped when she saw the cuffs attached to each leg of the tall barstool.

Firmly pressing on her neck, Master pushed her over the stool, bending to fasten the cuffs around her wrist and ankles so she was completely bent over, the seat supporting her middle.. Trailing his hand lightly over her back, his fingers drifted towards her sphincter, lightly teasing over the rosette, then moving farther down to play with her clit.

Celeste groaned as her pussy pulsed to life. Her insides throbbed in anticipation as the blood rushed to her head making her dizzy and a bit disoriented. She felt Master move behind her and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Celeste found herself holding her breath waiting for the feel of his cock.

Master teased her and rubbed the head of his hard thick shaft up and down, spreading the moisture leaking out of her wet pussy all over. There was a moment when the touch of his cock left her and then suddenly he reamed her pussy with the whole length of his enormous cock in one stroke.

Celeste screamed in pleasure, everything inside combusting instantly. He stroked hard a couple of times then withdrew completely. Celeste whimpered in protest wanting more. She wriggled her ass in a vain attempt to entice him to fuck her some more.

She heard the smack before her ass registered that she had been spanked as the skin burned and pricked with rising blood. Celeste completely stilled waiting for the next hit. It never came. She watched through the legs of the stool as her master moved away and then returned shortly after. He stopped directly behind her and she felt his hand rub over the handprint she knew was imprinted on her skin. The touch sent little tremors of excitement to her pussy and she felt herself starting to ooze moisture.

Celeste felt the pain of the paddle before she heard her own surprised gasp. And this time the hits continued as Master paddled each cheek in turns. Celeste writhed trying to get away from the pain but at the same time she could feel the heat on her ass seeping down into her centre and radiate out again making her pussy throb in time to the rhythm of the paddling.

Occasionally Master would stop and slowly rub his hand over her ass cheeks turning the prickling sensation into a warm heat. Celeste couldn’t help moaning at the touch. Goosebumps formed as the heat turned into tingles.

"Mmmm, I like hearing your sounds Angel baby," Master whispered into her ear, his breath cause her to shiver as it passed over her skin. "Your ass is beautiful, all rosy and glowing."

Celeste shuddered, her libido responding to Master’s sexy voice. Then the hits rained down again and again and it was only when Master stopped that she realized she was crying and whimpering. Again his big warm hand soothed away the sting. And again she moaned with want. She pressed her ass up against his hands, unable to control the instinctive move.

Her master’s hand disappeared only to be replaced by the silky smoothness of his hard cock. He rested it in the groove of her ass and she could feel its heavy weight throbbing with need. He slid his length along the crack, gently back and forth. Oh she wanted him inside her.

"Please…" Celeste whimpered with her need. Her pussy was wet and throbbing and aching.

Master continued to tease for a few strokes just slowly rubbing up and down the groove and then suddenly he pulled back and in one stroke thrust himself inside her, filling her and sending an explosion of sensation throughout her whole body.

His cock pulsed with eagerness and seemed to grow even larger inside her.

Celeste cried out in pleasure as her master began ramming his hard rod into her tight channel. The blood that had rushed to her head when she was placed over the stool now started to throb with each stroke of his cock into her hole. She gasped and groaned and writhed with the awful delight that was building up inside, the intensity building like a storm feeding upon itself. The more she felt, the more she needed. The more she needed, the harder her master fucked her. And then she flew even higher, emotions flying around until she felt like she was falling apart. And then she was as her orgasm hit her so hard she could only suck in a breath and hold it as the spasms racked her entire body so hard that the stool wobbled with her body.

Master groaned as Celeste’s pussy gripped his cock milking it. He thrust several more time, hard, sharp stabs and with a growl, he shot in her pussy giving her spurt after spurt of hot come. His movements slowed as he squeezed out the last of his pleasure. Hot cum oozed out of Celeste’s red labia, dripping down the inside of her legs. She felt Master’s fingers wipe at the come and then he came around and touched her lips, spreading the come on them.

"Clean," he ordered.

Celeste opened her lips and her hot tongue darted out to lick her lips and her master’s finger until they were clean. She relished the flavor. The flavor of her master.

Master untied her and helping her stand, he held her steady while the blood rushed out of her head, leaving her dizzy and seeing spots. Master cupped the back of her head pressing her cheek against his chest where she breathed in his scent and listened to his heartbeat letting both sooth her and bring her back to herself.

"Okay, baby?"

Celeste sighed and wrapped her arms around Master’s waist, nodding but not wanting to leave the security of his arms, the balm of his presence. When she felt steady, she lifted her lips to brush them against the base of Master’s neck.

"Angel baby, let’s grab a shower, hmm?"

Celeste smiled with pleasure. A shower sounded just wonderful. Hot water, warm skin, loose muscles. She almost skipped in her eagerness, leaving Master to stroll leisurely behind. Celeste swayed her hips knowing Master would be watching the show. It made her feel sexy and wanted to know he watched her like that.

When she got to the bathroom she quickly lit the candles that were all over the bathroom and turned off the ceiling light. The bathroom was left in a soft flickering yellow glow, shadows dancing across the white tile of the tub in an erotic tango with the glints of light reflecting off the mirror and metal fixtures. It was like a fairy tale.

Celeste opened the shower the door and leaned in to adjust the shower heads. It was a special feature Master had put in, one showerhead came out from the normal spot near the ceiling and a second one had been installed near the middle off to the side. Both showers sported the mobile multi speed massage jet shower heads. As Celeste turn on the shower to allow the water to warm, arms slipped around her waist pulling her back into a naked chest. Master pressed his body against her backside and she sighed at the feel of all that hardness against her soft curves. They stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The candlelight shimmered through the faceted glass creating motes of light.

Celeste picked up the soft sponge from the hook it hung on and lathered it up with Master’s favorite soap. She slowly ran it over every inch of his beautiful body, carefully washing him, loving him through her hands. She watched his face, his eyes closed to heighten the sensations she was giving him as she caressed and teased and tantalized.

As she worked her way down his body, she watch him go semi erect, a testament to her effect on him. When her mouth reached the same level as his cock, she took him in suckling on him, making him harder until he filled her mouth forcing her jaws wide open. He thrust his hips trying to get all of his huge length into her mouth and she felt the head hit the back of her throat. She swallowed to keep from gagging but her eyes still watered a bit. Master looked down at her and ruthlessly kept going, his eyes, his face, making it clear to her he was going to take her as he wished.

Master took the bath sponge and poured a generous dollop of scented bath gel, squeezing the sponge until thick lather sprung forth. Gently, he smoothed the sponge over Celeste’s shoulders, the lather trailing down her back. His free hand skimmed over her breasts, one then the other, keeping her close to him. The sponge followed suit and Master covered her breasts in bubbles as she watched the water cascade down her skin taking the soap with it. A drop hung precariously from the tip of her nipple for a moment before falling. Celeste found that to be arousing, as if the water had wanted to stay and kiss her nipples longer.

The sponge made it’s way lower traveling across her naval leaving a trail of suds. Teasingly it moved over her mound, inching lower and lower until she felt the rough texture of it on her clit. Celeste gasped at the sharp sensation and felt Master’s free arm tighten around her torso. She couldn’t believe she was already turned on again, having come so hard shortly before.

Celeste felt her master shift a bit behind her as he place the sponge on it’s little hook and reached out for the second showerhead. She watched his strong dark hand grip around the handle pulling it free from the holder. Briefly the other hand left her naval to twist the head until the spray became on intense jet meant for deep massage. Celeste groaned in anticipation.

Master’s free arm came back around her waist, and the one with the showerhead now made it’s way back to her pussy. She spread her legs wide and when she felt the jet of water hit her clit, she screamed in both pain and pleasure. The jet was too intense for her sensitive clit and her hips bucked instinctively trying to alleviate the over-stimulation. The arm around her waist tighten, holding her firmly against the hard body at her back, keeping her immobile. Master placed the shower head so that it rested right against her pussy allowing him to easily follow the movement of her writhing body.

Celeste’s hands clamped down on the arm at her waist, gripping so hard she was sure her nails must have broken Master’s skin. Her body heaved in as she squirmed in a vain attempt to alleviate the overload of sensation in her clit, trying to get away from the almost painful force of the water as it drove her quickly to climax. She came hard with a hoarse cry her body slumping as all the strength left her legs, shudders racking her torso as her pussy twitched and throbbed.

Master dropped the head, and turning her pressed her back up against the wall. Celeste jumped as the cool tile touched the skin that was so recently plastered against her master’s hot chest. Master’s hands wrapped around her ass and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a child. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she felt that hard cock press into her still pulsing pussy. A sudden thrust and it rammed home making Celeste gasp in surprise then groan as a wave of electric sensation passed through her whole body.

Celeste looked into Master’s beautiful green eyes as he started moving his hips, thrusting his shaft over and over into her, using her ruthlessly, making her his slut. He pounded her body and she wanted to close her eyes but found she couldn’t. His emerald eyes held her gaze, owning her, controlling her. As she felt her orgasm growing deep inside, Master started to move faster and even harder, hips slapping wetly against hers. With a few sharp short thrusts, she felt her Master come inside her spurting his hot seed within, marking her as his own. The idea sent her over the edge and she came again, her pussy milking the last bits of delight out of her master’s cock.

Panting, Master leaned forward trapping her between him and wall, his head resting on the tile next to her head. Celeste untangled her legs until she could stand they stayed like that, under the spray of soothing hot water until they both could move again.

"Fuck, Angel, that was good baby," Master’s voice was hoarse, still trying to come down from the high.

After drying up, Master took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. They were both still naked and the rest of the house seemed chilly after their hot shower. Celeste watched the skin on their arms go bumpy with goose pimples as they hurried to the warmth of the bedroom.

When they reached the bed, instead of pulling back the covers to crawl beneath them, Master pushed her on top, dragging her to she lay in the middle. She followed his hand as it reached above her head, her eyes widening as she saw he was reaching for the cuffs hanging off the headboard. Bemused she offered no resistance as he put the cuffs around her wrists and attached them to the bed so her arms were held tight. Master looked down at her, helpless on the bed and the gleam in his green gaze told her how much it excited him to see her bound and completely at his mercy.

Master stroked himself, bringing on another erection. He lay himself down between her legs and dipped his head, his hot tongue scraping against her now very sensitive clit. Again Celeste’s body tried to escape the torturous feeling but Master simply held her hips down forcing her to remain still while he licked, nibbled and bit at the clit forcing yet another orgasm to rise. Celeste found her mind sinking deeper into another plane, one where she stopped thinking and only felt, only enjoyed the hedonistic trap she found herself in.

Master shifted moving his body over hers so that they were in a 69 position. Celeste open her mouth to take in his hard cock. It was impressive to say in the least her master’s recovery time. She lifted her head up and down to stroke her mouth and lips over him but found that it was too much for her neck muscles. Master seemed to know, because he started thrusting his hips gently moving in and out. Then he went back to work on her pussy.

She came screaming around the cock stuffed into her mouth, gasping and slurping, careful not to bite down, tensing her whole body instead as wave after orgasmic wave racked her brain, her nerves, her soul. Her limbs were twitching, her nerves were so overloaded. She could even see straight so she simply closed her eyes, the sensations continuing to run amok in her.

Before she could even recover, he master pulled out, undid the cuffs, flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees. He held her neck pushing her face into the covers as he positioned his cock at her pussy. He inserted the head and then stilled all movement. Celeste waited for the thrust she knew was coming. And she waited and waited some more whimpering in anticipation. Soon she became impatient and worked her ass backwards in a silent plea.

Master’s hand cracked down on her ass, the sound startling a cry out of Celeste. She immediately went still, biting her lip with the effort.

"When I’m ready, Angel baby. Wait."

Celeste could hear the teasing in his voice. Oh he knew what he was doing to her and he was intent on making her crazy, teasing her like this. When the thrust came, Celeste was so needy and hot and tight, she almost came right then. It wouldn’t take long for her to come that was for certain having come three times already. Her pussy had been constantly throbbing since the shower but now it was contracting in hard spasms as her master slammed into her fucking her like it was the first time and not the third.

The tension grew, the heat inside burning away any awareness outside of herself. There was only her pussy and Master’s cock fucking her. She felt like an animal, fucking at the basest level. There was no sentiment here, only sheer simple lust and she reveled in it. Vaguely she registered grunts and growls and realized they were the sounds she and Master had been reduced to. Higher and higher she flew until she teetered at the precipice. Master grabbed her hips and pounded his fat cock even harder and faster forcing her over.

Celeste heard a wailing cry and part of her knew she crying out like a wild monkey in the jungle as the hot surge of the orgasm took over her body leaving her a shaking pile of twitchy nerves, collapsed on the bed. The orgasm was so strong and all encompassing she wasn’t even aware Master had shot another load into her. Slowly he shrank and slipped out as he lay on top of her breathing hard. Celeste groaned in protest feeling like she’d lost a part of herself.

"Sounds like you’re not done yet, Angel baby."

Master flipped her over again, and reaching over grabbed the Hitachi Magic Wand off the side table. It was a favorite toy so it was never unplugged. Celeste moaned in anticipation waiting for it. The buzz of the motor sounded loud in her ears, the noise a foreign intrusion into the jungle of her mind. Then the explosion of nerve ending as Master pressed the vibrating head firmly against her clit.

Celeste shrieked, her arms flailing as she finally grabbed bunches of the cover in her fist in an attempt to anchor herself. Her whole body went tense aching her hips high off the bed hold it there for long moments before dropping back only to rise again as each wave rode her body and took over. The shriek became a constant wail as Master continued to torture her, forcing her to come just one more time.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out. "Fuck, I’m coming, oh god I’m coming!"

One final scream and the orgasm exploded shattering what was left of her mind, her self and she flew apart into a million pieces scattered across the universe like the stars. Then there was silence and a peace like she had never know, her spirit free and soaring. When she opened her eyes again, Master’s smiling face was looking down on her, watching with smug satisfaction.

"I love you Angel baby, " he whispered as he leaned down to gently kiss her. "Let’s go to sleep huh? I’m bushed."

Celeste laughed the sound musical in her ears. She nodded happily and they crawled under the covers snuggling close until they both drifted off to sleep listening to one another’s hearts beat.

End

Walking into the bedroom, I could hear the soft clicks as she typed on her laptop.  I could tell from the look on her face, that dreamy focused intensity, she was at it again, working on her erotic novel.   I smiled to myself.  Oh yeah, I was gonna get me some.

She was wearing my favorite nightie, a sheer red short piece that did nothing to hide her big breasts with their thick dark nipples and it only sparingly covered her pussy with a little bit of frill allowing little peeks of her mound as she moved. 

“Mmm,” the sound was non committal like she hadn’t even heard me.  Ah, I had time to prepare then. 

I didn’t bother to dress when I was finished, just walked out, my cock swaying with each stride, checking to see that she was still busy.  She had her legs bent up so she could rest her laptop on her lap while she wrote.  To keep the computer stable, she had her legs slightly parted.  I groaned.  No panties.  Oh yeah. 

I pulled out the largest dildo we had. 10 inches.  It was ridged and shaped like a real cock made with silicone and felt oddly like real flesh despite the funky blue color.  I have to admit I was somewhat hurt when she brought it home feeling like it was a slight against my own 7 incher.  But now?  It was simply a tool I knew would please her. 

I went back to bed with items in hand.  She kept typing, completely focused on what she was writing, her red nails moving like butterflies over the keyboard. I watched her as chest rise and fall with each breath. Her breathing was becoming quicker and her eyes wider.  She was typing more quickly.  Oh yeah, she was writing a smut scene.  She was getting hot and bothered by her own work.  I’m so fucking lucky.  Yes I am.

“Mmm, that’s nice honey.”  She continued typing, her eyes never leaving the screen.

My hands crept up her legs, gently sliding over the skin on the inside of her thighs.  I heard her breath catch a bit.  Smiling, my hands continued stroking and met at the apex.  I spread the lips of her pussy and inserted a finger.  Oh so wet.  Yep, my girl was HOT.  In every sense of that word.

I slipped another finger in, still gently thrusting, more to spread the moisture around.  When she was loose enough, I pressed the ben wa balls inside, one after the other.  She stopped and looked over the top of her laptop at me.  There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.  Her breathing shallower.

I nodded and went back to my duties.  Making sure the balls were well and truly in her pussy, I inserted the bullet after that watching the wet lips swallow the orb.  Her little pussy was quite full now.  I leaned in and blew air on her pussy watching it twitch in response.  A little noise escaped but she kept typing. 

The new position offered me more to play with though so I went to work.  I could see the crack of her ass now.  I worked a finger along the crease until I felt the wrinkled hole of her ass.  I played there, rubbing the skin and the hole, spreading the lube still left on my hand.  I felt her sphincter contract and release.  The smell of her hot little cunt was driving me crazy.  My cock starting aching, getting impatient with the game. 

I pressed my finger in farther, trying to get some lube in there.  Do all the prep work now so we could play.  When my finger moved in and out easily I took it out. 

She leaned back, letting the computer slide off her thigh onto the middle of the bed. The movement gave me better access to her butt.  So I began thrusting my fingers scissoring them to widen her.  The moans were coming more frequently interspersed with gasps.  I pulled out my fingers and returned with three, pressing them all in at once.

Leaning back a bit I whispered, “Turn over”.

I smacked each ass cheek making her jump, the sound sharp and my cock responding with a jump of its own.  My fingers went back to work and now there were four, bunched together working their way into her tight ass.  One day I would fist her, put my whole fucking hand in there and the thought just zinged right on down to my other head making it throb and jump in agreement.

She was panting loudly and she started to writhe.  I knew she was pressing inside trying to push the balls against her G spot.  I grabbed the remote and turned on the bullet.  It was sitting right next to her G spot and she jerked and screamed.

I chuckled and grinning viciously, I hit the highest setting.  She screeched. Her body almost flew upward.  I pulled her into a doggy position now, the big dildo sticking out of her ass and her pussy now dripping.  I started to fuck her ass, slamming the toy in and out, watching the long blue column disappear and reappear form her ass, enjoying the way her hole moved around the ridges on the toy.

My cock was hard as a rock and almost hurting.  I needed to fuck her now.  Yanking the toy out I positioned myself and in one stroke crammed my cock into her until my balls pressed up against her bottom.  I could feel the bullet vibrating in her pussy and it just made my cock harder.  I grit my teeth and I began pounding her asshole. 

I just pounded even harder ramming myself into her until there was only one continuous moan from both of us.  With each thrust I could feel the balls and bullet in her pussy shift and roll.  It was like fingers were pressing my cock while I was buried in her ass.  Fucking A.

I grabbed her hips, so tightly I’d leave bruises.  She screamed and it sound part like pain and part like pleasure.  But I couldn’t stop.  I needed to fucking come.  I needed to pound her until she dropped.  I sped up, fucking her like a madman. 

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming,” the scream left her as her body started twitching like a science experiment gone bad.   Everything around me squeezed.  My eyes shut and my head fell back, hips still stabbing madly at her.

I felt her ass milking me.  I felt the balls and bullet being pressed harder against my shaft as her pussy contracted and spasmed.  Fuck, I was close.  I banged her so hard my stomach slapped against her butt.  My cock was on fucking fire.  Then I was there, the pressure built up and broke and I squirted my hot come inside her ass, my sight going grey as I drained myself, spurt after spurt feeling like my whole insides were jetting out of me.  I could hear shouts.  I think they were mine.  She moaned a bit, wiggling as I slowed my strokes.  I kept slowly moving, my cock staying hard, knowing it was going to be a long night.  Good I wanted to fuck her pussy now.  Maybe this time, I’d shove toy inside with me and give her wet whim a double dose.  Yeah, that had possibilities.