Wanton Word

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