I apologize to my readers, if any remain, for my prolonged absence. I had been unwell and then had some "life" occur that prevented me from blogging - followed by a lost password and other small bits of annoyance.
With any luck I will avoid further interruptions.. and, if you continue to read, I thank you (and would love to know you're out there - by email or comment.)
Truly,
Slut By Night
26 April 2009
Granted.
She is naked, shivering, standing at the side of the bed. Her clothes are in a heap at her feet, tossed quickly aside at his request.
He lies across the bed, his head at the edge, and smiles. "Put your pussy on my lips. Lie across my body and suck my dick." He is naked and very clearly aroused.
She is certain that she is dripping cum on his face before he finishes speaking. Before she has moved, even. "Yes, sir."
Awkwardly, feet planted on the carpeting, she spreads her legs and places her pussy lips somewhere near his mouth. It is far easier for her to put his dick in her mouth, of course, and she gently licks him up and down before sliding him fully onto her tongue.
Using her hand to hold him tightly at the bottom of his shaft, she begins to move her head slowly in circles, wetting each part of his dick with her watering mouth.
She can feel his breath on her pussy and she begins to throb and ache in anticipation of his tongue on her clit. Instead, she feels a sudden, sharp pain as his teeth grab onto the flesh between her legs. Her mouth flies open as she gasps. His dick springs out and away. In return, he bites harder.
Through nearly-clenched teeth he growls, "I said, suck my dick, slut."
She whimpers, feeling her flesh caught and pained, but leans forward again and resumes her task with as much enthusiasm as when she started.
"You are dripping." He confirms, unaware that she was certain of it already. He releases her from his teeth and she feels the cool air rush as he inhales - followed by the hot wetness of his exhale. Now that he has stopped, she is wishing his teeth were biting again, perhaps even harder.
His hands move to her breasts, kneading them roughly in his palms. She pauses for a brief moment to sigh her enjoyment but quickly returns to sucking, feeling him tighten his muscles under her. She knows this roughness will soon be moved to her nipples, still sore from earlier in the day, and she is correct.
Her breasts are pulled away, toward her sides, as he pinches and tugs on her nipples. She is panting now, her mouth opening and closing on his dick, pressing her pussy against his face in the hopes that he will oblige her and allow her to cum.
Her breasts are aching, her nipples are stinging, her pussy is in agony from lack of touch, and she is aware of the orgasm building quickly. "May I cum, sir?" she begs.
"No." He replies.
"I am not sure I can stop it." She is honest, feeling her knees begin to tremble.
In a flash he has shoved her off of him and onto her side, on the bed, quickly removing all touch from her. "Then we'll wait."
"What? Wait?!" She can't help herself. The bruised feeling in her cunt is beginning to subside, slightly, and she is unhappy with its departure.
A sharp slap to her face. "Was I not speaking English, slut?" His hand grabs her hair and pulls her head backward, causing her to move onto her back without moving her limbs.
He turns her head toward him and she sees his hand on his dick, moving slowly. She whimpers, begging, and he moves her face closer, but not close enough for her to touch.
"You are not permitted to cum until I am fucking you. You are to tell me, immediately, when you are within a few seconds of orgasm." He pulls her head away from him, again, and she nods. Wordless.
"Now, hold my dick in your hand but do not stroke me or move." He kneels beside her hip and she obeys from her position on her back. It is difficult for her to keep her hand still.
"Spread your legs." She obeys. "Wider." He pushes her thighs apart and she can feel the cold air on her wetness.
He reaches beside him and finds the riding crop, slapping it gently onto her thigh once, then twice. "You are not to close your legs or move them, slut, or your punishment will be far worse."
She nods and is rewarded with a sudden slap of the crop on the top of her mound, above her pussy lips. A second slap arrives almost immediately in the same spot. A third. A fourth. She can easily endure this without moving. A fifth, a sixth, a seventh and she begins to lose count.
Of course, he knows she can endure this without moving and, as this thought occurs to her, she feels a blinding pain in her clit. She yelps and begins to giggle - her usual reaction to pain.
"Do not move." He warns. And then another strike and another and another, hitting her pussy lips and her inner thighs and grazing her clit. She bites her lip and gasps. The orgasm begins to build again and she half-whispers this to him. "I am.. close.. again... ohh..."
"Let go of my dick and turn over." He prods her hip with the crop and she flips onto her stomach, letting go of him. He moves the crop in straight lines up her and down her back and she realizes it feels like fingertips. She smiles in her haze.
Her legs are still spread and she is not surprised to feel his hand move between her thighs, cupping her pussy and squeezing gently. "My slut needs to work on her self-control, doesn't she?"
"Yes, sir."
"Every time you approach orgasm and are unable to stop yourself, you will tell me and I will punish you."
"Oh god. Oh. But.. oh.. "
"Don't worry; you will only enjoy some of the punishment. But you will learn your lesson. I have plenty of time to work on this with you. Now, say thank you, slut."
"Thank you, sir."
She feels his weight shift on the bed and hears the drawer of her bedside table open. A hard, cold object is pressed into her pussy lips and her cunt opens to accept it - a dildo. "You will keep this in place."
"Yes, sir."
As her voice trails off, he begins to spank her ass gently with his hand. She feels herself drifting lightly, enjoying the fullness in her cunt and the light sensation on her flesh.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. I do."
"Mmm." He replies, and begins to spank harder. Her ass feels warm under his touch but not painful. His hand is certainly warmer.
"I am going to make sure you remember this tomorrow, slut. You will be reluctant to sit down." Immediately she feels the weight and cadence of his slaps increase. "Count each slap out loud for me."
Her voice shakes as she counts each slap to twenty. He picks up the crop again. "Count." He strikes in a pattern across her cheeks - vertical then horizontal then vertical again - and begins to shift from the gentle tip of the flogger to the hard stick-handle.
"Ah!" She cries out, immediately correcting herself, "Thirteen.. fourteen.. ah.. fifteen.. sixteen.. ah.."
He does not stop at twenty this time and she continues to count to thirty-seven before he pauses yet again.
"You will not cum without my permission. Say it."
"I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Her ass is throbbing already as he begins to slap and crop her flesh over and over and over. "Say it after each blow, slut."
Slap. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Crop. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Slap. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Crop. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
She is finding it hard to speak, gasping for air between each strike and stammering the words between clenched teeth.
"Good girl, Princess. Now, on your back again. Take the dildo out of your cunt and lick it clean before you set it aside."
The cum on the dildo is thick and tastes of sweat and her juices as she hurridly cleans it with her tongue. "You are a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
He moves between her thighs and pushes his dick into her. "And you like this, don't you? You like what I do to you."
"Yes, sir." She raises her hips against his thrusting, her eyes closed tightly and her hands gripping the sheets on the bed.
"You may cum."
And she does.
He lies across the bed, his head at the edge, and smiles. "Put your pussy on my lips. Lie across my body and suck my dick." He is naked and very clearly aroused.
She is certain that she is dripping cum on his face before he finishes speaking. Before she has moved, even. "Yes, sir."
Awkwardly, feet planted on the carpeting, she spreads her legs and places her pussy lips somewhere near his mouth. It is far easier for her to put his dick in her mouth, of course, and she gently licks him up and down before sliding him fully onto her tongue.
Using her hand to hold him tightly at the bottom of his shaft, she begins to move her head slowly in circles, wetting each part of his dick with her watering mouth.
She can feel his breath on her pussy and she begins to throb and ache in anticipation of his tongue on her clit. Instead, she feels a sudden, sharp pain as his teeth grab onto the flesh between her legs. Her mouth flies open as she gasps. His dick springs out and away. In return, he bites harder.
Through nearly-clenched teeth he growls, "I said, suck my dick, slut."
She whimpers, feeling her flesh caught and pained, but leans forward again and resumes her task with as much enthusiasm as when she started.
"You are dripping." He confirms, unaware that she was certain of it already. He releases her from his teeth and she feels the cool air rush as he inhales - followed by the hot wetness of his exhale. Now that he has stopped, she is wishing his teeth were biting again, perhaps even harder.
His hands move to her breasts, kneading them roughly in his palms. She pauses for a brief moment to sigh her enjoyment but quickly returns to sucking, feeling him tighten his muscles under her. She knows this roughness will soon be moved to her nipples, still sore from earlier in the day, and she is correct.
Her breasts are pulled away, toward her sides, as he pinches and tugs on her nipples. She is panting now, her mouth opening and closing on his dick, pressing her pussy against his face in the hopes that he will oblige her and allow her to cum.
Her breasts are aching, her nipples are stinging, her pussy is in agony from lack of touch, and she is aware of the orgasm building quickly. "May I cum, sir?" she begs.
"No." He replies.
"I am not sure I can stop it." She is honest, feeling her knees begin to tremble.
In a flash he has shoved her off of him and onto her side, on the bed, quickly removing all touch from her. "Then we'll wait."
"What? Wait?!" She can't help herself. The bruised feeling in her cunt is beginning to subside, slightly, and she is unhappy with its departure.
A sharp slap to her face. "Was I not speaking English, slut?" His hand grabs her hair and pulls her head backward, causing her to move onto her back without moving her limbs.
He turns her head toward him and she sees his hand on his dick, moving slowly. She whimpers, begging, and he moves her face closer, but not close enough for her to touch.
"You are not permitted to cum until I am fucking you. You are to tell me, immediately, when you are within a few seconds of orgasm." He pulls her head away from him, again, and she nods. Wordless.
"Now, hold my dick in your hand but do not stroke me or move." He kneels beside her hip and she obeys from her position on her back. It is difficult for her to keep her hand still.
"Spread your legs." She obeys. "Wider." He pushes her thighs apart and she can feel the cold air on her wetness.
He reaches beside him and finds the riding crop, slapping it gently onto her thigh once, then twice. "You are not to close your legs or move them, slut, or your punishment will be far worse."
She nods and is rewarded with a sudden slap of the crop on the top of her mound, above her pussy lips. A second slap arrives almost immediately in the same spot. A third. A fourth. She can easily endure this without moving. A fifth, a sixth, a seventh and she begins to lose count.
Of course, he knows she can endure this without moving and, as this thought occurs to her, she feels a blinding pain in her clit. She yelps and begins to giggle - her usual reaction to pain.
"Do not move." He warns. And then another strike and another and another, hitting her pussy lips and her inner thighs and grazing her clit. She bites her lip and gasps. The orgasm begins to build again and she half-whispers this to him. "I am.. close.. again... ohh..."
"Let go of my dick and turn over." He prods her hip with the crop and she flips onto her stomach, letting go of him. He moves the crop in straight lines up her and down her back and she realizes it feels like fingertips. She smiles in her haze.
Her legs are still spread and she is not surprised to feel his hand move between her thighs, cupping her pussy and squeezing gently. "My slut needs to work on her self-control, doesn't she?"
"Yes, sir."
"Every time you approach orgasm and are unable to stop yourself, you will tell me and I will punish you."
"Oh god. Oh. But.. oh.. "
"Don't worry; you will only enjoy some of the punishment. But you will learn your lesson. I have plenty of time to work on this with you. Now, say thank you, slut."
"Thank you, sir."
She feels his weight shift on the bed and hears the drawer of her bedside table open. A hard, cold object is pressed into her pussy lips and her cunt opens to accept it - a dildo. "You will keep this in place."
"Yes, sir."
As her voice trails off, he begins to spank her ass gently with his hand. She feels herself drifting lightly, enjoying the fullness in her cunt and the light sensation on her flesh.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. I do."
"Mmm." He replies, and begins to spank harder. Her ass feels warm under his touch but not painful. His hand is certainly warmer.
"I am going to make sure you remember this tomorrow, slut. You will be reluctant to sit down." Immediately she feels the weight and cadence of his slaps increase. "Count each slap out loud for me."
Her voice shakes as she counts each slap to twenty. He picks up the crop again. "Count." He strikes in a pattern across her cheeks - vertical then horizontal then vertical again - and begins to shift from the gentle tip of the flogger to the hard stick-handle.
"Ah!" She cries out, immediately correcting herself, "Thirteen.. fourteen.. ah.. fifteen.. sixteen.. ah.."
He does not stop at twenty this time and she continues to count to thirty-seven before he pauses yet again.
"You will not cum without my permission. Say it."
"I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Her ass is throbbing already as he begins to slap and crop her flesh over and over and over. "Say it after each blow, slut."
Slap. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Crop. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Slap. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
Crop. "I will not cum without your permission, sir."
She is finding it hard to speak, gasping for air between each strike and stammering the words between clenched teeth.
"Good girl, Princess. Now, on your back again. Take the dildo out of your cunt and lick it clean before you set it aside."
The cum on the dildo is thick and tastes of sweat and her juices as she hurridly cleans it with her tongue. "You are a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
He moves between her thighs and pushes his dick into her. "And you like this, don't you? You like what I do to you."
"Yes, sir." She raises her hips against his thrusting, her eyes closed tightly and her hands gripping the sheets on the bed.
"You may cum."
And she does.
25 April 2009
Shopping.
"While the children are at school, you will go to the local adult 'toy' store and purchase an inexpensive dildo that is wide but short." His hand is on her pussy lips as he speaks.
"How wide?" she replies.
"Wide enough that you will be able to feel it intensely and frequently when it's inserted. Not so wide as to cause you a great deal of pain or make you walk in a way that anyone might suspect."
She nods. "What if I can't find one?"
"You will find something appropriate regardless of its intended purpose. We will modify something if required." He tugs on her pussy lips distractedly. "It should be inexpensive, as I said."
"When will I be wearing it?"
"In the morning, as I get up to prepare for work, I will insert a dildo or the pleasure-balls into your pussy. I may or may not use lube, depending on how much time we have. You will wear it until I am home at night, unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, sir."
"You will wear something in your cunt to remind you that I own you and that your pussy is to be at my service whenever I choose to use it. It will help you to remain mindful of your purpose. You will wear something even when you are 'not in the mood' or when you are working. It must be wide enough or heavy enough that you can feel its presence." He repeats himself.
"Yes, sir."
"You will go and get this tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." She nods her head, dreamily.
"How wide?" she replies.
"Wide enough that you will be able to feel it intensely and frequently when it's inserted. Not so wide as to cause you a great deal of pain or make you walk in a way that anyone might suspect."
She nods. "What if I can't find one?"
"You will find something appropriate regardless of its intended purpose. We will modify something if required." He tugs on her pussy lips distractedly. "It should be inexpensive, as I said."
"When will I be wearing it?"
"In the morning, as I get up to prepare for work, I will insert a dildo or the pleasure-balls into your pussy. I may or may not use lube, depending on how much time we have. You will wear it until I am home at night, unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, sir."
"You will wear something in your cunt to remind you that I own you and that your pussy is to be at my service whenever I choose to use it. It will help you to remain mindful of your purpose. You will wear something even when you are 'not in the mood' or when you are working. It must be wide enough or heavy enough that you can feel its presence." He repeats himself.
"Yes, sir."
"You will go and get this tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." She nods her head, dreamily.
24 April 2009
Silenced.
"Remove your clothing and lie, on your back, in the middle of the bed."
She does as he requests and, within seconds, he has affixed her wrists above her head and anchored them to the bolt in the wall behind the mattress.
"Open your mouth."
Obediently, she complies. He gags her with a clean, balled-up sock that sits in her mouth. He does not need to secure it into position as she will not remove it.
"Will you lie still?"
She looks at him, pondering her ability to remain in this position. After a moment she nods.
"If you do not stay still I will tie you into position. Do you understand?"
She nods again, taking a deep breath through her nose.
Carefully, he arranges her limbs. Legs, spread as far apart as she is able. Arms point downward but outstretched so the palms of her hands rest on her thighs. She can feel herself becoming wet.
He gently lifts her head and ties a blindfold over her eyes. "I am going to insert ear plugs now. I know you don't like the sensation but I want for you to be as unaware as possible. You will tolerate the earplugs, slut, or you will be punished."
A sound comes from her throat that she is not able to recognize - a combination of fear and arousal. Before the sound fades, the earplugs are slipped into place. She hears the beating of her heart, the sound of her lungs filling with air and... nothing else.
His hand slides gently along her inner thigh, brushing her labia but not lingering before slipping away again. He is rubbing her flesh with the palm of his hand - thighs, stomach, breasts - never spending more than a second in any place.
She begins to relax as, after all, there is nothing else she can do. It is not painful to lie still, even as she feels apprehensive of what he may do next.
His hand gentle caresses her breasts, one at a time, then cups her pussy for a few seconds, pulsing gently. She feels herself grow increasingly aroused but does not have any problems remaining in the position in which she was placed.
There is a sudden explosion of sensation in her pussy. She fights the urge to clamp her thighs closed and cover herself with her hands. A sound comes from her mouth, she is certain, before she realizes that he has pushed an ice cube into her cunt and that it is slowly dripping cold water between her ass cheeks. The cold is numbing, though, and after a moment she feels nothing at all beyond the dripping wetness.
And then she feels his teeth on her labia - lightly, at first, and more insistent as he begins to tug on them and pull them apart. She wants to squirm but, again, she remains still.
There's a pause for a moment and she feels the mattress below her shift as he moves again. She feels her breath quicken and wishes she could see what he was doing. Did he grab an implement or was he simply changing his position? She tries to relax again.
A sharp pain rings through her nipples - he has attached clamps or clips of some sort and they are digging into her flesh. Now she is resisting her inclination to arch her back, to moan. She chants, "be good. be good. be a good slut." inside her head to keep herself from moving.
His hands pull her pussy lips apart, again, and she feels a sudden pressure and a quick give of her cunt as the wide dildo slides into place. She is close to orgasming as he leaves the dildo in place and begins to angrily bite the flesh of her thighs and pussy lips. She imagines the sounds of his own arousal and it nearly pushes her over the edge.
She feels his tongue on her clit and he begins to suckle it.. and the orgasm hits her - powerful waves and contractions and, she imagines, despite the gag in her mouth she is screaming her pleasure aloud. Her thighs clench and close together as she rides the waves of her orgasms.
Abruptly, the dildo is removed and his hands push her legs apart again. There's a searing pain in her nipples as he yanks the clips and slaps at her breasts, over and over. She knows he is not pleased that she has cum already and she knows that she will be punished.
He slaps her face over and over until she is focused on that and not her cunt. He slaps her breasts and she feels them swelling and growing tender. He yanks the nipple clamps until she is positive she is bleeding.
And then she feels the riding crop on her pussy lips, gentle at first.. and building in intensity. When she has reached her peak - he stops, suddenly, and rolls her onto her stomach.
He slaps her ass - a gentle spanking - and she finds herself immediately aroused. He slaps and caresses, alternately, as he sooths the flesh and inflames it again. She wishes she could hear the sharp slap of his hand hitting her flesh. Thinking of it makes her wetter. She struggles to remain in place as the blows to her flesh grow stronger and, after a pause, she realizes he has selected one of his many implements with which to continue.
Her ass is in agony and yet she still feels herself raising it slightly as he strikes her.
His hand finds its way to her cunt again, fingering her roughly and sliding his fingers - one, then two, then she loses count - into her pussy and pulling the wetness out with them. He continues to spank her and whip her and slap her as he fingers her and she reaches the edge of orgasm yet again.
He slides his dick roughly into her cunt, his weight on her back, and grabs her throat with one hand as the other yanks her head backward by the hair. She is certain that a great deal of her screaming is escaping the gag as he begins to thrust his dick in and out of her pussy.
She is choking and smothering and, oh god, she is cumming and cumming and cumming. She can feel his dick under the tight muscles of her cunt and, soon, he is cumming too.
When he is finished he releases her to lie flat on her stomach on the bed. She is sweaty and shaken as he removes the earplugs and the gag and the covering from her eyes. There are tears in her eyes as he unties her wrists and gentle curls her into a ball.
"My good slut. You are a good girl, aren't you?" He whispers and she feels herself nodding as she moves closer to him. "You are a very good Princess."
She nods again, grateful to hear his voice.
She does as he requests and, within seconds, he has affixed her wrists above her head and anchored them to the bolt in the wall behind the mattress.
"Open your mouth."
Obediently, she complies. He gags her with a clean, balled-up sock that sits in her mouth. He does not need to secure it into position as she will not remove it.
"Will you lie still?"
She looks at him, pondering her ability to remain in this position. After a moment she nods.
"If you do not stay still I will tie you into position. Do you understand?"
She nods again, taking a deep breath through her nose.
Carefully, he arranges her limbs. Legs, spread as far apart as she is able. Arms point downward but outstretched so the palms of her hands rest on her thighs. She can feel herself becoming wet.
He gently lifts her head and ties a blindfold over her eyes. "I am going to insert ear plugs now. I know you don't like the sensation but I want for you to be as unaware as possible. You will tolerate the earplugs, slut, or you will be punished."
A sound comes from her throat that she is not able to recognize - a combination of fear and arousal. Before the sound fades, the earplugs are slipped into place. She hears the beating of her heart, the sound of her lungs filling with air and... nothing else.
His hand slides gently along her inner thigh, brushing her labia but not lingering before slipping away again. He is rubbing her flesh with the palm of his hand - thighs, stomach, breasts - never spending more than a second in any place.
She begins to relax as, after all, there is nothing else she can do. It is not painful to lie still, even as she feels apprehensive of what he may do next.
His hand gentle caresses her breasts, one at a time, then cups her pussy for a few seconds, pulsing gently. She feels herself grow increasingly aroused but does not have any problems remaining in the position in which she was placed.
There is a sudden explosion of sensation in her pussy. She fights the urge to clamp her thighs closed and cover herself with her hands. A sound comes from her mouth, she is certain, before she realizes that he has pushed an ice cube into her cunt and that it is slowly dripping cold water between her ass cheeks. The cold is numbing, though, and after a moment she feels nothing at all beyond the dripping wetness.
And then she feels his teeth on her labia - lightly, at first, and more insistent as he begins to tug on them and pull them apart. She wants to squirm but, again, she remains still.
There's a pause for a moment and she feels the mattress below her shift as he moves again. She feels her breath quicken and wishes she could see what he was doing. Did he grab an implement or was he simply changing his position? She tries to relax again.
A sharp pain rings through her nipples - he has attached clamps or clips of some sort and they are digging into her flesh. Now she is resisting her inclination to arch her back, to moan. She chants, "be good. be good. be a good slut." inside her head to keep herself from moving.
His hands pull her pussy lips apart, again, and she feels a sudden pressure and a quick give of her cunt as the wide dildo slides into place. She is close to orgasming as he leaves the dildo in place and begins to angrily bite the flesh of her thighs and pussy lips. She imagines the sounds of his own arousal and it nearly pushes her over the edge.
She feels his tongue on her clit and he begins to suckle it.. and the orgasm hits her - powerful waves and contractions and, she imagines, despite the gag in her mouth she is screaming her pleasure aloud. Her thighs clench and close together as she rides the waves of her orgasms.
Abruptly, the dildo is removed and his hands push her legs apart again. There's a searing pain in her nipples as he yanks the clips and slaps at her breasts, over and over. She knows he is not pleased that she has cum already and she knows that she will be punished.
He slaps her face over and over until she is focused on that and not her cunt. He slaps her breasts and she feels them swelling and growing tender. He yanks the nipple clamps until she is positive she is bleeding.
And then she feels the riding crop on her pussy lips, gentle at first.. and building in intensity. When she has reached her peak - he stops, suddenly, and rolls her onto her stomach.
He slaps her ass - a gentle spanking - and she finds herself immediately aroused. He slaps and caresses, alternately, as he sooths the flesh and inflames it again. She wishes she could hear the sharp slap of his hand hitting her flesh. Thinking of it makes her wetter. She struggles to remain in place as the blows to her flesh grow stronger and, after a pause, she realizes he has selected one of his many implements with which to continue.
Her ass is in agony and yet she still feels herself raising it slightly as he strikes her.
His hand finds its way to her cunt again, fingering her roughly and sliding his fingers - one, then two, then she loses count - into her pussy and pulling the wetness out with them. He continues to spank her and whip her and slap her as he fingers her and she reaches the edge of orgasm yet again.
He slides his dick roughly into her cunt, his weight on her back, and grabs her throat with one hand as the other yanks her head backward by the hair. She is certain that a great deal of her screaming is escaping the gag as he begins to thrust his dick in and out of her pussy.
She is choking and smothering and, oh god, she is cumming and cumming and cumming. She can feel his dick under the tight muscles of her cunt and, soon, he is cumming too.
When he is finished he releases her to lie flat on her stomach on the bed. She is sweaty and shaken as he removes the earplugs and the gag and the covering from her eyes. There are tears in her eyes as he unties her wrists and gentle curls her into a ball.
"My good slut. You are a good girl, aren't you?" He whispers and she feels herself nodding as she moves closer to him. "You are a very good Princess."
She nods again, grateful to hear his voice.
Desire.
The email:
You will shower and trim all of your body hair - do not shave any of it - before I am home from work. Use the shampoo that I prefer and the soap that I prefer so that you smell acceptable to me. You will give yourself one orgasm in the shower and, before you towel off, bring yourself to the edge of orgasm and stop. Dress in jeans, no underwear, a normal t-shirt and bra. When I arrive home, you will have dinner on the table for the kids and we will eat as a family. We will play this evening when the children are asleep.
She follows his instructions carefully, grooming herself accordingly and preparing dinner at the ideal time for his arrival. He comes through the door as always, his words calm and cheerful as he greets the children and removes his shoes.
The children run off to another room after saying hello and he walks into the kitchen where she stands, waiting.
He holds her close to his body and she feels his arousal against her. He holds her hair tightly in his hand and leans forward, "I am very pleased with you for following my instruction." He speaks into her ear so there is no chance of the children overhearing. She blushes, slightly, though she is not sure why. "Now, go to the bedroom and put the pleasure balls into your pussy so that they are there during dinner."
She complies, immediately, finding herself wet and aroused as she pulls down her pants to push the wide balls into her cunt.
At the table, the children are clamoring about and telling their father about their day. He smiles and asks the appropriate questions while resting his hand on her knee. She is focused only on the pressure inside of her and willfully resisting the urge to rock back and forth to increase her own pleasure - she is distracted.
After dinner, they carry the dishes into the kitchen and the children head off to brush their teeth. He leans in, again, and grabs her breast tightly in his hand. "Did you do as I asked?" he inquires. She nods. "Good. Very good."
There are bedtime stories and the ritual for the children lasts for several hours - they are of different ages and have bedtimes that span a good amount of time. She wishes desperately that sedating the children was legal but, instead, focuses her attention on the weight of the balls inside her cunt. She tidies the kitchen.
As he goes upstairs to read the final bedtime story, he pauses and beckons her closely. "Go to the bedroom and apply a very thick coating of Pleasure Balm to your pussy, including the outer lips. Do not stop until it burns. Wait for me in the bedroom, fully clothed." She nods.
The pleasure balm is a lotion she purchased that is comprised of mint and some other extracts that tingle in small amounts and grow increasingly painful with larger applications. There is no way to ease the pain - it is applied and endured.
She feels herself growing wet as she walks down the hallway and closes the door. She likes the Pleasure Balm as much as she dislikes it. With the door locked, she pulls her pants down, again, and with her fingers massages the lotion into the wetness. Instantly, she feels its effect. She resists her urge to grab her vibrator, to use her fingers, and closes up her zipper.
The bedtime story will take 3o minutes, at least, and she is not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. She waits patiently, curled up on the bed. She can feel herself growing wetter and more aroused. She knows her pussy lips are becoming swollen and tender.
The door to the room opens and he enters.
"Did you do as I asked?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. You're a good girl, aren't you, my Princess?"
"Yes sir."
He stands beside the bed and points to the floor. "Get on your knees at the end of the bed. Put your hands behind your back."
She moves quickly into position and clasps her wrists together. He sits on the bed and leans against the headboard, facing her.
"You have been avoiding your duties for the past while, haven't you?" He speaks evenly and calmly.
"I.. Well.. It's just that things have been busy and.. well, y'know?" She tries to be playful and evasive at the same time.
"You signed a contract, did you not?" He asks. She feels her stomach sinking.
"Yes, but.."
"You are my property, are you not?" He interrupts her.
"Yes, but I mean, there's been so many.."
"You are my property and you have not been abiding by our contract, slut." He growls the last word.
"The kids.."
"..go to bed at night. You have no excuse." He finishes for her. "You are the Princess by Day and you are my slut at night. When I wish to use you, or to be serviced, you will do it."
"Well, the thing is.."
"There is no 'thing' to discuss. Tell me why you have not been serving me and abiding by your contract."
She squirms uncomfortably on her knees. "I.. I have not been feeling attractive and I have not been feeling sexual and I find it hard to be subservient when I feel that way and..."
He moves forward and slaps her face swiftly. She sways, briefly, and looks up at him as he speaks. "You do not deign to tell me what I find attractive or not. You do not tell me what sexual is. You do not have the right to tell me when you will be 'aroused' or not because your arousal is meaningless to me. You exist to serve me, do you not?"
She nods, silently, unsure of what to say.
"Let me make this clear to you, slut. By day, you are a strong woman who does as she pleases. You will raise our children to respect you and obey you. You will have your hobbies and your enjoyments but, when night falls and the children are asleep, you are my property whether you like it or not. If there is a failing with your body, if you cease to be attractive to me, I will be the one to say it and you will not attempt to second guess me."
She nods, silent still, and feels the tears in her eyes.
"Now, stand up and remove your clothing."
Hesitantly, she stands and obeys him, placing her arms at her sides and facing the bed.
"Your body belongs to me." He stands beside her and, grasping her hair in his hand, he pulls her head backward. "Say it."
"My body belongs to you." She whispers.
He reaches for the length of rope and begins to tie wrap her wrist and secure her to the anchor in the ceiling, her body outstretched and unconcealed. "You exist for my pleasure and if I do not obtain pleasure from it, I will direct you as to how to remedy that problem. You will obey me."
One hand cups her swollen pussy as the other slaps her face swiftly. "Say it."
"I exist for your pleasure and.. if you do not obtain pleasure.. you will direct me to remedy it." Again, a whisper from her.
"I am asserting my control. You will accept it." He walks to the bedside table and removes the riding crop from the drawer.
Slowly, he traces the leather of the tip along her flesh, watching as the goosebumps rise. She moans, quietly and long, and sways on her feet.
He strikes her hip first, sharply, and then her side. She cries out and regains her composure, biting her lips as he strikes her again.
"Who owns you, slut?" he demands, striking her back and shoulders.
"You do, sir."
"Who controls you?" A sharp crack of the crop on her ass then her breast.
"You do."
"And who do you serve, bitch?"
"You, sir. I am here to serve you. It's just that.. my body isn't perfect. I do not look like any of the women in the porn you view and I.." Another slap from his hand across her face.
Again, he walks to his bedside table. He returns with clothespins and attaches them firmly to her nipples, squeezing them into place so she feels the teeth dig into her flesh.
"I am not certain that you are understanding me, but I am also not an unreasonable person. I will help you overcome this sudden shyness. For the next 14 days, you will be intoxicated in some manner each time that I intend to use you." With one hand on her pussy and the other on the clothespins, he alternates pressure. "Tonight you will be given alcohol. Tomorrow will be the same. For the rest of the week you will either smoke a joint until your inhibitions are gone or you will take one of your sleeping pills to lower your resistance. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
"And while you are under these influences I will ensure your safety, of course, but I will use you in whatever manner I choose while reminding you that you exist for my pleasure and that you do not have any right to refuse me or tell me what is, or is not, attractive." He slaps her face, hard and she feels tears in her eyes. "After these 14 days you will be occasionally permitted an intoxicant of my choosing but you will be expected to comply regardless of your mood or your arousal or your desires."
She nods, quickly.
"Then we shall begin immediately with your re-training."
He walks towards the bedside table. She lowers her head.
You will shower and trim all of your body hair - do not shave any of it - before I am home from work. Use the shampoo that I prefer and the soap that I prefer so that you smell acceptable to me. You will give yourself one orgasm in the shower and, before you towel off, bring yourself to the edge of orgasm and stop. Dress in jeans, no underwear, a normal t-shirt and bra. When I arrive home, you will have dinner on the table for the kids and we will eat as a family. We will play this evening when the children are asleep.
She follows his instructions carefully, grooming herself accordingly and preparing dinner at the ideal time for his arrival. He comes through the door as always, his words calm and cheerful as he greets the children and removes his shoes.
The children run off to another room after saying hello and he walks into the kitchen where she stands, waiting.
He holds her close to his body and she feels his arousal against her. He holds her hair tightly in his hand and leans forward, "I am very pleased with you for following my instruction." He speaks into her ear so there is no chance of the children overhearing. She blushes, slightly, though she is not sure why. "Now, go to the bedroom and put the pleasure balls into your pussy so that they are there during dinner."
She complies, immediately, finding herself wet and aroused as she pulls down her pants to push the wide balls into her cunt.
At the table, the children are clamoring about and telling their father about their day. He smiles and asks the appropriate questions while resting his hand on her knee. She is focused only on the pressure inside of her and willfully resisting the urge to rock back and forth to increase her own pleasure - she is distracted.
After dinner, they carry the dishes into the kitchen and the children head off to brush their teeth. He leans in, again, and grabs her breast tightly in his hand. "Did you do as I asked?" he inquires. She nods. "Good. Very good."
There are bedtime stories and the ritual for the children lasts for several hours - they are of different ages and have bedtimes that span a good amount of time. She wishes desperately that sedating the children was legal but, instead, focuses her attention on the weight of the balls inside her cunt. She tidies the kitchen.
As he goes upstairs to read the final bedtime story, he pauses and beckons her closely. "Go to the bedroom and apply a very thick coating of Pleasure Balm to your pussy, including the outer lips. Do not stop until it burns. Wait for me in the bedroom, fully clothed." She nods.
The pleasure balm is a lotion she purchased that is comprised of mint and some other extracts that tingle in small amounts and grow increasingly painful with larger applications. There is no way to ease the pain - it is applied and endured.
She feels herself growing wet as she walks down the hallway and closes the door. She likes the Pleasure Balm as much as she dislikes it. With the door locked, she pulls her pants down, again, and with her fingers massages the lotion into the wetness. Instantly, she feels its effect. She resists her urge to grab her vibrator, to use her fingers, and closes up her zipper.
The bedtime story will take 3o minutes, at least, and she is not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. She waits patiently, curled up on the bed. She can feel herself growing wetter and more aroused. She knows her pussy lips are becoming swollen and tender.
The door to the room opens and he enters.
"Did you do as I asked?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. You're a good girl, aren't you, my Princess?"
"Yes sir."
He stands beside the bed and points to the floor. "Get on your knees at the end of the bed. Put your hands behind your back."
She moves quickly into position and clasps her wrists together. He sits on the bed and leans against the headboard, facing her.
"You have been avoiding your duties for the past while, haven't you?" He speaks evenly and calmly.
"I.. Well.. It's just that things have been busy and.. well, y'know?" She tries to be playful and evasive at the same time.
"You signed a contract, did you not?" He asks. She feels her stomach sinking.
"Yes, but.."
"You are my property, are you not?" He interrupts her.
"Yes, but I mean, there's been so many.."
"You are my property and you have not been abiding by our contract, slut." He growls the last word.
"The kids.."
"..go to bed at night. You have no excuse." He finishes for her. "You are the Princess by Day and you are my slut at night. When I wish to use you, or to be serviced, you will do it."
"Well, the thing is.."
"There is no 'thing' to discuss. Tell me why you have not been serving me and abiding by your contract."
She squirms uncomfortably on her knees. "I.. I have not been feeling attractive and I have not been feeling sexual and I find it hard to be subservient when I feel that way and..."
He moves forward and slaps her face swiftly. She sways, briefly, and looks up at him as he speaks. "You do not deign to tell me what I find attractive or not. You do not tell me what sexual is. You do not have the right to tell me when you will be 'aroused' or not because your arousal is meaningless to me. You exist to serve me, do you not?"
She nods, silently, unsure of what to say.
"Let me make this clear to you, slut. By day, you are a strong woman who does as she pleases. You will raise our children to respect you and obey you. You will have your hobbies and your enjoyments but, when night falls and the children are asleep, you are my property whether you like it or not. If there is a failing with your body, if you cease to be attractive to me, I will be the one to say it and you will not attempt to second guess me."
She nods, silent still, and feels the tears in her eyes.
"Now, stand up and remove your clothing."
Hesitantly, she stands and obeys him, placing her arms at her sides and facing the bed.
"Your body belongs to me." He stands beside her and, grasping her hair in his hand, he pulls her head backward. "Say it."
"My body belongs to you." She whispers.
He reaches for the length of rope and begins to tie wrap her wrist and secure her to the anchor in the ceiling, her body outstretched and unconcealed. "You exist for my pleasure and if I do not obtain pleasure from it, I will direct you as to how to remedy that problem. You will obey me."
One hand cups her swollen pussy as the other slaps her face swiftly. "Say it."
"I exist for your pleasure and.. if you do not obtain pleasure.. you will direct me to remedy it." Again, a whisper from her.
"I am asserting my control. You will accept it." He walks to the bedside table and removes the riding crop from the drawer.
Slowly, he traces the leather of the tip along her flesh, watching as the goosebumps rise. She moans, quietly and long, and sways on her feet.
He strikes her hip first, sharply, and then her side. She cries out and regains her composure, biting her lips as he strikes her again.
"Who owns you, slut?" he demands, striking her back and shoulders.
"You do, sir."
"Who controls you?" A sharp crack of the crop on her ass then her breast.
"You do."
"And who do you serve, bitch?"
"You, sir. I am here to serve you. It's just that.. my body isn't perfect. I do not look like any of the women in the porn you view and I.." Another slap from his hand across her face.
Again, he walks to his bedside table. He returns with clothespins and attaches them firmly to her nipples, squeezing them into place so she feels the teeth dig into her flesh.
"I am not certain that you are understanding me, but I am also not an unreasonable person. I will help you overcome this sudden shyness. For the next 14 days, you will be intoxicated in some manner each time that I intend to use you." With one hand on her pussy and the other on the clothespins, he alternates pressure. "Tonight you will be given alcohol. Tomorrow will be the same. For the rest of the week you will either smoke a joint until your inhibitions are gone or you will take one of your sleeping pills to lower your resistance. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
"And while you are under these influences I will ensure your safety, of course, but I will use you in whatever manner I choose while reminding you that you exist for my pleasure and that you do not have any right to refuse me or tell me what is, or is not, attractive." He slaps her face, hard and she feels tears in her eyes. "After these 14 days you will be occasionally permitted an intoxicant of my choosing but you will be expected to comply regardless of your mood or your arousal or your desires."
She nods, quickly.
"Then we shall begin immediately with your re-training."
He walks towards the bedside table. She lowers her head.
At Night.
It's dark and she's asleep. Curled up, quiet, oblivious to her surroundings.
She's awakened by his touch and finds herself irritated - never good at waking up, even worse at being awakened by someone else. He whispers, "You can keep sleeping, it's okay. But curl up closer to me." She complies, tiredly, and burrows her face into his chest inhaling his scent.
He waits for her breathing to slow and lengthen. Minutes pass and his voice croons, "My beautiful goddess.. you are so loved. So safe and warm..." as he strokes her hair with his fingers, occasionally letting his touch linger on her neck and cheek. She relaxes again, irritation fading.
She's almost asleep again when he gently pulls her heavy limbs out of the curled-up ball and moves her onto her back. Again, she struggles out of the seduction of sleep and makes a whimper of frustration.
"You don't like that, do you?" he asks, in a tone that suggests he's already very much aware of what she likes - and doesn't. Her eyes open again, quickly, and she tries in vane to focus in the darkness.
"I.." she starts, beginning to move away from him.
The hand that had gently held her tightens its grip and she finds she's unable to move far at all. "You? No, no, this isn't about you." He moves quickly and holds her by the throat, effectively pinning her to her pillow. Her breath is restricted, and she feels her heart quicken.
"I was sleeping!" she squeaks, her mind still clouded by sleep.
"Mmm. You are my Princess by Day, are you not? And you are, without discussion, my slut by night." he replies, tightening his grip on her throat. His other hand pulls her covers down to her waist and lifts her t-shirt up to expose her breasts. She feels her nipples harden, instantly, in the cold air.
"But.. I'm tired and we have to get up at 7 and..", suddenly she can't speak. His hand squeezes her throat nearly closed. She gasps a last drop of air into her lungs and waits, silent.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, slut." His voice is cold and low. "You will stop speaking now or I will be forced to fill your mouth with something to keep you quiet. This is the last choice you'll have, for a while, so I suggest you decide quickly."
His grip on her throat relaxes briefly. She pauses as the white flashes of light dissipate back to darkness and then whispers, "I'll be good."
"I have no doubt of that." He snickers and her heart pounds and she waits, motionless.
Keeping his hand on her throat, he moves his body away from hers and positions his hips next to her face. "Suck." She realizes he has already removed his clothing and his dick, hard and swollen, is pressed against her lips. He is enjoying himself.
Turning her head toward him, she tastes the salty precum, briefly, before his pushes into her mouth fully. Her tongue moves over his flesh, so hot against her, and her mouth begins to water. He moans and thrusts deeply once.. twice.. before pulling out and away.
His free hand finds her nipple and his fingers pinch quickly. She lets out a sharp noise of surprise, and pain, feeling herself sinking into the bed. "Ah, now this you like. Let's see how much you can take, then, shall we?"
Tighter and tighter he presses his fingers, tugging and twisting. She bites her lip to keep from shouting and he suddenly releases her throat.
"I think you enjoyed that!" He suddenly slides his hand down her stomach, and his fingers find her wet cunt. "Yes, you most certainly did enjoy that, slut." She is trying not to cum, already, and he can feel her muscles straining to push her up against him.
"Do not move." A quick slap to her pussy and her muscles give out again. His hand is back on her throat as he slaps her face once, then twice. Her cheeks are hot and stinging and her ears ring and she's dizzy. She is on the verge of orgasm.
"If you cannot be obedient on your own, I will restrain you. And if you are restrained I will be much less gentle than I have been so far, slut. Do not move. Do. Not. Move."
Her moan echoes inside her head and she's unsure if it was out loud or imagined. Another slap to her cheek comes suddenly, then the other cheek as quickly.
And then he is pressing her face against his chest. "Poor Princess.. it's been so long since you've been used and abused, hasn't it? I'll have to change that." His hand is stroking her hair again, fingers weaving in and out. He lifts her chin toward him and gently kisses her.
As she returns his kiss, softening against him, his teeth sink into her lip and she yelps.
"Get out of bed, undress, and light the candle on the dresser. Stand at the end of the bed with her hands at your sides."
She hesitates and he grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head sideways. "Not a request, slut."
In a moment she finds herself, naked and shivering, standing at the end of the bed in the candlelight. He pulls the covers from the bed and lies down, his hand on his dick. "Now, play with your breasts and your pussy while I watch. Do not cum."
She is self-conscious and nervous as her hands find her breasts - warm and heavy. She dips her fngers into her pussy and trails the cum across her nipples, feeling the sharpness in her left aereola where he had earlier pinched.
His hand moves slowly on his dick and, watching him watching her, she moans again on the verge of orgasm.
"I.. can't play anymore without cumming." she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear her.
"You are out of practice!" he replies, rolling to his side and opening his bedside table. His hand emerges with a length of rope. "We might as well work on that now, then. Move under the hook in the ceiling."
Her legs weaken, but she complies.
She's awakened by his touch and finds herself irritated - never good at waking up, even worse at being awakened by someone else. He whispers, "You can keep sleeping, it's okay. But curl up closer to me." She complies, tiredly, and burrows her face into his chest inhaling his scent.
He waits for her breathing to slow and lengthen. Minutes pass and his voice croons, "My beautiful goddess.. you are so loved. So safe and warm..." as he strokes her hair with his fingers, occasionally letting his touch linger on her neck and cheek. She relaxes again, irritation fading.
She's almost asleep again when he gently pulls her heavy limbs out of the curled-up ball and moves her onto her back. Again, she struggles out of the seduction of sleep and makes a whimper of frustration.
"You don't like that, do you?" he asks, in a tone that suggests he's already very much aware of what she likes - and doesn't. Her eyes open again, quickly, and she tries in vane to focus in the darkness.
"I.." she starts, beginning to move away from him.
The hand that had gently held her tightens its grip and she finds she's unable to move far at all. "You? No, no, this isn't about you." He moves quickly and holds her by the throat, effectively pinning her to her pillow. Her breath is restricted, and she feels her heart quicken.
"I was sleeping!" she squeaks, her mind still clouded by sleep.
"Mmm. You are my Princess by Day, are you not? And you are, without discussion, my slut by night." he replies, tightening his grip on her throat. His other hand pulls her covers down to her waist and lifts her t-shirt up to expose her breasts. She feels her nipples harden, instantly, in the cold air.
"But.. I'm tired and we have to get up at 7 and..", suddenly she can't speak. His hand squeezes her throat nearly closed. She gasps a last drop of air into her lungs and waits, silent.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, slut." His voice is cold and low. "You will stop speaking now or I will be forced to fill your mouth with something to keep you quiet. This is the last choice you'll have, for a while, so I suggest you decide quickly."
His grip on her throat relaxes briefly. She pauses as the white flashes of light dissipate back to darkness and then whispers, "I'll be good."
"I have no doubt of that." He snickers and her heart pounds and she waits, motionless.
Keeping his hand on her throat, he moves his body away from hers and positions his hips next to her face. "Suck." She realizes he has already removed his clothing and his dick, hard and swollen, is pressed against her lips. He is enjoying himself.
Turning her head toward him, she tastes the salty precum, briefly, before his pushes into her mouth fully. Her tongue moves over his flesh, so hot against her, and her mouth begins to water. He moans and thrusts deeply once.. twice.. before pulling out and away.
His free hand finds her nipple and his fingers pinch quickly. She lets out a sharp noise of surprise, and pain, feeling herself sinking into the bed. "Ah, now this you like. Let's see how much you can take, then, shall we?"
Tighter and tighter he presses his fingers, tugging and twisting. She bites her lip to keep from shouting and he suddenly releases her throat.
"I think you enjoyed that!" He suddenly slides his hand down her stomach, and his fingers find her wet cunt. "Yes, you most certainly did enjoy that, slut." She is trying not to cum, already, and he can feel her muscles straining to push her up against him.
"Do not move." A quick slap to her pussy and her muscles give out again. His hand is back on her throat as he slaps her face once, then twice. Her cheeks are hot and stinging and her ears ring and she's dizzy. She is on the verge of orgasm.
"If you cannot be obedient on your own, I will restrain you. And if you are restrained I will be much less gentle than I have been so far, slut. Do not move. Do. Not. Move."
Her moan echoes inside her head and she's unsure if it was out loud or imagined. Another slap to her cheek comes suddenly, then the other cheek as quickly.
And then he is pressing her face against his chest. "Poor Princess.. it's been so long since you've been used and abused, hasn't it? I'll have to change that." His hand is stroking her hair again, fingers weaving in and out. He lifts her chin toward him and gently kisses her.
As she returns his kiss, softening against him, his teeth sink into her lip and she yelps.
"Get out of bed, undress, and light the candle on the dresser. Stand at the end of the bed with her hands at your sides."
She hesitates and he grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head sideways. "Not a request, slut."
In a moment she finds herself, naked and shivering, standing at the end of the bed in the candlelight. He pulls the covers from the bed and lies down, his hand on his dick. "Now, play with your breasts and your pussy while I watch. Do not cum."
She is self-conscious and nervous as her hands find her breasts - warm and heavy. She dips her fngers into her pussy and trails the cum across her nipples, feeling the sharpness in her left aereola where he had earlier pinched.
His hand moves slowly on his dick and, watching him watching her, she moans again on the verge of orgasm.
"I.. can't play anymore without cumming." she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear her.
"You are out of practice!" he replies, rolling to his side and opening his bedside table. His hand emerges with a length of rope. "We might as well work on that now, then. Move under the hook in the ceiling."
Her legs weaken, but she complies.
18 September 2008
Oops.
I've been ridiculously sick for the past week-ish, so please excuse the lack of updates, HNTs and other assorted blog things. I'll be back when I'm caught up on the non-blog tasks that need doing!
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