I decide that you require punishment and summon you to my home for the
weekend. Your plane lands in the early evening on a Friday.
I meet you at the gate and without uttering a word, lead you to my car.
Once in the car, I begin to sense your fear at what I might have planned
for you.
As we pull away from the airport, I reach over and slightly spread your
legs. You have followed my instruction and worn no panties under the
white cotton dress I told you to be wearing. You've trimmed yourself
just the way that I like, and your pussy, which we both acknowledge to
be my property, is visible and enticing. Reaching over, I give it a
little rub and listen for your quiet gasp.
I tell you to play with it for me while we drive, and I feel pride at
the sight of you rubbing yourself as we make our way into rural Ohio. As
we approach a toll booth, I tell you not to stop, and I purposely find a
manned booth. The toll collector is a middle aged man, and we both know
he has caught a glimpse of you, your skirt hiked, your fingers wet with
my pleasure. It adds to your sense of surrender to be so exposed and to
have been seen like that.
Finally, we arrive at my house, a 100 year old Victorian, with large,
spacious rooms, hardwood floors and an air of elegance. I lead you up to
the master bedroom, which is tidy and sparse, the obvious center of
which is the large, comfortable bed. Unfortunately, you will not be
experiencing too much in that bed this weekend. I have other plans.
I order you out of your clothes, which I put safely away in a drawer.
You won't be needing them anytime soon. Your nervousness is very
apparent. Your disobedience will be dealt with in a very stern and
controlling way. I only hope you have mentally prepared yourself for
what is to happen. You were told not to masturbate for the 5 days prior
to this visit. I want your very core raging with desire.
I pull out the drawer that resides under my bed and remove a rolled up
piece of foam, a blindfold and the four screw apparatuses that I have
constructed especially for this weekend. You are trying desperately to
comprehend what my plan is and how all of this will play out. Your pussy
nags at you as you catch my scent, and see the glint of blue in my eyes.
I apply the blindfold, securing it comfortably behind your head, and
take you by the hand, laying you down on the floor in front of my bed,
on top of the foam cushion, which I've rolled out. I have also placed a
big, soft pillow under your ass, which raises your pelvis to an almost
uncomfortable level. You know that you are in the very center of the
room. I secure the four screw apparatus into the floor, and using silk
cord, succeed in having your wrists and ankles stretched out far and
wide. The pillow under your ass raises you in a dramatic and erotic
position. You have no idea what is happening.
I leave the room, my shoes clicking against the wood, and you conclude
I've gone into the spare bedroom for something. Seconds seem like hours
as the deprivation of sight heightens your confusion. You hear me return
to the room and pull a chair up alongside where your head rests. I
decide to put a pillow under your head, in a gesture of kindness.
You hear what sounds like cellophane or perhaps a plastic bag being
handled, and you feel the end of a pipe at your lips. As you hear the
match being struck, you instinctively inhale, tasting the dense blue
smoke that fills your lungs. I pull the pipe away and you hold the smoke
for several seconds before exhaling. We repeat this 3 or 4 more times. I
leave you at this point, and you can tell from the sounds, that I've
gone downstairs to my study.
You begin to feel the effects of the hashish, and very pleasurable waves
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begin to roll through your body. You know it was early evening when we
had arrived here, but you now have no idea of the time. Your body seems
to float and you don't know if it's been 10 minutes or two hours since I
went downstairs.
You hear me climbing the steps and your body begins to almost undulate
without moving. I enter the room, and you can hear what sounds like my
clothes being removed. Suddenly, you feel my hands on your body, and the
combination of the tactile gratification along with the sexual buzz from
the hash makes you nearly gasp. My hands very lightly trace your flesh,
starting at your face. I explore all of you, and you can only imagine me
kneeling right there, beside you. It is very, very stimulating as my
hands explore your every nerve ending. You cannot understand how this
might be construed as punishment, and you lay there, enjoying the
pleasure.
My hands linger at your breasts, holding those beautiful treasures and
rubbing your nipples back and forth ever so slowly. You can only feel
what is happening. You cannot see. And the pleasure is intensified as I
begin to tug and pull at those sexy nipples, watching them grow in my
fingers. They seem bigger than I remember and I smile. Your gasps and
moans tell me you are enjoying this very much and I begin to get a sense
of your body's rhythms and pleasures. As I hold and stretch those
nipples with my fingers, I can smell you and I know that your are very
excited. I stop what I am doing and leave the room.
You cry out for me, begging me not to leave and to continue touching
you. These cries are ignored as I return downstairs for a period of
time. Your body is tightened and unfulfilled and it takes you awhile to
relax, even though the hashish is still potent in it's effect. After
what seems like hours, you hear me once again climbing the stairs toward
the room.
Again, I begin to touch you, this time from the other end, rubbing your
feet and ankles and calves. My touch is warm, and I have heated the room
a few degrees warmer than usual. Your body feels so good as I touch and
caress it. My hands increase their pressure as they explore your inner
thighs. Your flesh is ultra-sensitive now and the gripping of my hands
flashes through your core like molten heat. Your pussy seems to almost
open as I brush against it. I lean way in and exhale warm breath toward
it as my fingers find your clit. In seconds, I have your clit hard and
almost wild-eyed, as two of my fingers bury themselves deep inside your
body. Your cries tell me this is a very pleasurable feeling and I sense
your sexual temperature rising. I quickly back my fingers out of your
pussy and release your pulsing clit. Your body subsides.
It is then that the picture begins to clear for you. I will be sexually
teasing you like this for hours and hours, likely feeding you more hash
as the weekend progresses, in an effort to sustain and yet deny your
pleasure. The thought frightens you as you realize how much time and
agony might just pass before I release you. I smile to myself, feeling
very, very powerful and definitely in charge.
Once your body has again subsided, you hear a familiar sound, your
favorite vibrator, which I hold in my hand above you. Slowly, I begin to
touch that beautiful mound with it, applying just the right pressure to
your most sensitive touchpoints. Again, your pleasure begins to
increase, aching for release. I rest the vibrator just above your clit,
as I have seen you do so many times. The spiraling ache deepens inside
of you and I again finger that needy, swollen pussy. Your moisture is
almost immediate and this time, I finger you hard, making sure there's
plenty of friction against those tight walls my cock loves soooo much.
You beg me not to stop and I order you not to cum. I linger there a few
more seconds, and can see from the flush of your skin that your orgasm
is very, very close. Again, I stop.
Rather than leave, I decide to get behind you, and I kneel on either
side of your head. My cock, already excited by all of this, is getting
hard and hangs down, brushing against your lips. Your sexual instincts
take over and you take the head of my cock into your mouth. Since you
can't touch yourself, I deem this safe for the moment and focus on the
pleasure you are bringing me. Your cocksucking is inspired, as though it
might just be rewarded with a release of your own. That will not be
happening anytime soon. I position myself so that I can really drive my
cock into your throat from above. You look so submissive and helpless
that it makes my cock even more excited and I begin to think about
cumming. Your mouth tightens around my cock and the sensation is
incredible. At the last second, I pull my cock from your mouth and
throat and spill a huge amount of heavy, jismy cum all over your face.
Big ropes of it across your blindfold, and dripping, sexy streaks on
your cheeks make me feel very proud of my pet. The plan is proceeding
accordingly.
I leave my stains intact, and after cleaning myself up a bit in the
bathroom, I retire to the bed, just above you. You hear the crisp sheets
folding around me, and the sexual tension you're feeling is like a
terrible hangover. Within minutes, perhaps seconds---you can hear me
sleeping. Finally, you too fall off to sleep, your face and neck still
holding my love as a trophy of sorts.
When you awake, you can smell the coffee I've brewed for myself, and you
guess it to be mid-morning...I am downstairs and you can hear me
tinkering down there. What surprises you, however, is that you also hear
another voice. A female voice. Your mind races with anticipation...What
would your Master be doing with that woman? Who was she? What part, if
any, would she play in the weekend?
You barely had time to think about it when you heard two sets of feet
climbing the stairs. Your heartbeat quickened and your body, still sore
from the night before, begins to tighten with an ache deep in your
tummy. All you can think about was how much you need your Master to
allow your release.
As we entered the room, you welcomed me, and nervously asked who I had
brought in. The realization of how you must appear to this woman
suddenly flashes through your mind in a cold bolt of self-consciousness.
I did not answer your question.
You wonder if she can see my cum which had covered you so beautifully
just the night before and you feel even more embarrassed. You once again
hear the familiar sound of clothing being removed and your mind races.
Would your Master really fuck this woman right here in the room while
you lay helpless, chained to the floor? And what did she look like? Was
she beautiful? Was I also her Master?
The questions faded as once again, I placed the pipe into your mouth and
you heard the familiar strike of the match. Again, 3 or 4 deep, potent
inhalations and you could feel the pleasure beginning all over again.
How long could your body sustain this torture?
Before you could even begin to think that through, I am right there, at
your cunt, licking and lapping at that flesh; flesh that in your mind
you imagined had turned almost purple with need. At the same time, you
can feel something soft and warm lowering onto your face and mouth. Your
mouth opened and you recognize the delicate folds and texture of a
woman's body. Your mind flashes with desire; you have never been with a
woman before, though you have thought of it often, and your passion
overwhelms you. That, in addition to what I was doing with your pussy
had your body straining against those secured posts I had so carefully
installed. It was as if a storm raged deep within your body and beyond
all the aching of the tease, you felt a deep, lasting love for your
Master. Even in punishment, the boundaries of pleasure had been
stretched.
Her pussy tasted so good to you. You ate at it until you could taste her
in your mouth and you felt totally connected. My mouth, familiar by this
time in the relationship, knew just how to lick and probe that you knew
you were going to cum. So did I, and I stopped, at the same time
motioning for "her" to climb off you. Tears filled your darkened eyes
and you thought you would lose your mind. I paid very close attention,
and knew deep in my heart that you were learning a very valuable lesson
about obedience and respect.
Had you obeyed me and not worn that outfit I gave you during our last
weekend together, everything would have been fine, and you would have
been serving me in a more traditional way this very minute. But when you
told me that you had forgotten and worn it out to a friend's party, I
had no choice but to teach you this lesson.
I also knew that your tears were genuine and it was difficult for me to
see you tantalized to this extreme. Then again, I also relished the fact
that you had not yet uttered our safeword, which told me your limits
were still a ways off.
Your tears stopped as I could sense you straining to figure out what was
going on. I didn't want you distracted, so I simply told you that I was
fucking this woman on the bed. She knelt, and her pussy, still wet from
your mouth, received an overcharged, heavy fucking that ended the way
most of our fucking ends, with her scrambling to her knees to receive my
cum. I could tell you were beyond envy as she begged me to cum all over
her face.
Still without having heard her voice clearly, the woman dressed and
left. I went downstairs, once again leaving you only to your
imagination. It did not relieve you of your need for release. Your only
hope was that perhaps you would have the equivalent of a "wet dream",
your body's way of releasing those tense, packed hormones. No such luck
as you just couldn't nap. You laid there, trying to figure out the time,
thinking that perhaps it was sometime in the mid-afternoon on Saturday.
Time never felt so confusing to you.
You were awakened by the familiar feel of your Master's touch once
again. This time, I was on top of you, flush against you, kissing you on
the mouth. You kissed me back so passionately, attacking my tongue and
lips unlike ever before. Perhaps you thought I would be persuaded to
fuck you, and that I would get lost in the passion, taking you to that
promised land of pleasure. That would not happen. Not yet, at least.
Your body still needed to be stretched a bit. I kissed you over and
over, finally finding your pussy with my cock, which fit so tightly
inside of you. There was a bit of the hash high left, and all of these
feelings just multiplied in your fiery core. I also knew that, and again
pulled out from deep inside of you. I did not want to, as I was close to
cumming, but I knew I had to. You cried out in frustration, begging me
to finish to let you cum to feel that explosion in your body. No, I
said. You wore the dress after I told you not to. Is that not what
happened?..
Your cries were sad right then, love, but they were necessary.
I knelt right there and showered your tummy with my cum. It was warm and
heavy against your flesh. You sobbed and sobbed as your body twisted,
secured tightly to the floor. I knew that this punishment had been
enough, and that it would be a long time before you disobeyed me again.
I began preparations for the final leg of this journey..
First, I fed you what must have been 6 or 7 hits off the pipe. I know
that you would be on the verge of hallucinating, and wanted this night
to be memorable. You could barely talk, yet I stayed close to your side,
stroking your face and hair. You had surrendered to me hours ago and you
probably could not have withstood any more sexual teasing at that point.
I calmed you down and finally, you drifted off into a hash-induced
sleep.
I brought out the tall piece of furniture I had been keeping in my spare
room for months. It looked like a rocking horse, with one long, narrow
piece that you were to lay on. I unfolded the stirrups where you would
kneel, which splayed outwards from the main piece. I also unfolded the
handlebars for you to hold in front of you. I built it to your
specifications, and felt confident that you would fit perfectly. When
situated on this piece of art, you'd be on your stomach, your knees
comfortably raised in the soft, padded stirrups, your body leaning
forward. You would hold on to the handlebars, which were like those of a
bicycle. That would raise your ass high in the air, with your legs
spread very wide and slightly bent, giving me treasured access to your
pussy and ass.
I went to wake you. I got down on the floor next to you, showering your
face and neck with sexy, nibbling kisses. You mumbled for me to stop.
That it was just too much. That was when you heard my tools tinkering
with the apparatus that help your wrists in place. First one then the
other. The same with your ankles. I sat you up and kissed you, your arms
wrapping tightly around my body. You cried again, but this time it was
from love and devotion. I did not remove the blindfold.
I helped you up and you stretched, allowing the blood to run more
normally through your body. This also sent the hash streaming through
your body and I could see your knees weaken. I smiled to myself just
thinking of the pleasure you were going to experience.
I helped you over to the new piece and put you in place. You asked me
what was going on, and I told you to relax. Once secured, I stepped back
to look at my pet. You looked soooo beautiful. Your pussy was trim and
swollen and very, very ripe. Your ass also looked very needy to me and I
knew I wanted to remedy that situation immediately. I found a very large
dildo---black latex---and rubbed it with just the slightest amount of
oil. I began to press it against your pretty ass, and it began to slide
in. You began to moan, and I could hear in your voice that you were
afraid this was some sort of cruel joke that I would again deny you
pleasure. When the dildo was about 8 inches inside your ass, the
indented ring around the base took hold and I was able to release it. I
gave your body a few minutes to take its measure and to relax all around
it.
As I finished with your ass, I could not resist your cunt, which was
spread so wide and open for me. Again, I licked and tasted you,
listening for your cries of pleasure. Soon enough, your pussy was
soaking and I knew that the time was right to finish this weekend
accordingly.
I approached you from behind, swiping your pussy and ass with my big
cock, up and down, which made my cock get really stiff. I pressed it
against your pussy and you gasped as the head entered your body. With
your ass and legs slightly elevated, the hash was particularly effective
and the pleasure from just this minor start had your pussy clenching and
pulling at me. I sank my cock in deeper and deeper, until my bush was
banging against your tender flesh.
Slowly and rhythmically, we began our fuck. Your pussy was like a hair
trigger, and as soon as I slapped your ass just once, your body boiled
over. I knew that a HUGE orgasm was starting for you, and I began to
fuck you very, very hard, slamming my huge cock deeper and deeper. Your
were incoherent as your pleasure took over, twisting at my cock with the
heaviest pulsing I have ever felt. It only got tighter from there. I had
planned on fucking this way for a long time, but the clenching was
testing my ability to hold off. You cried and screamed, as your orgasm
triggered a flushing appearance in your flesh, and for one moment, I was
afraid you were going to pass out. My legs worked hard, pumping you so
full of cock that even your pussy lips seemed to purse tightly around my
cock, treating it to the most exciting and sensuous velvet grip I had
ever experienced.
I kept at you this way for minutes until I could no longer hold off. My
balls released what felt like a quart of cum deep inside you, your pussy
milking me. You just cried and cried. You were sobbing when, finally, I
pulled my cock from your cunt, soaked with mutual juices. Your body
seemed to convulse, and your pussy dripped down your legs, all the way
to the floor.
I released you from the table, and brought you over to the couch,
sitting you on my lap. We spent about an hour there, hands and mouths
paying tribute to each other, and I remember you whispering in my ear
that you would never disobey me again.
weekend. Your plane lands in the early evening on a Friday.
I meet you at the gate and without uttering a word, lead you to my car.
Once in the car, I begin to sense your fear at what I might have planned
for you.
As we pull away from the airport, I reach over and slightly spread your
legs. You have followed my instruction and worn no panties under the
white cotton dress I told you to be wearing. You've trimmed yourself
just the way that I like, and your pussy, which we both acknowledge to
be my property, is visible and enticing. Reaching over, I give it a
little rub and listen for your quiet gasp.
I tell you to play with it for me while we drive, and I feel pride at
the sight of you rubbing yourself as we make our way into rural Ohio. As
we approach a toll booth, I tell you not to stop, and I purposely find a
manned booth. The toll collector is a middle aged man, and we both know
he has caught a glimpse of you, your skirt hiked, your fingers wet with
my pleasure. It adds to your sense of surrender to be so exposed and to
have been seen like that.
Finally, we arrive at my house, a 100 year old Victorian, with large,
spacious rooms, hardwood floors and an air of elegance. I lead you up to
the master bedroom, which is tidy and sparse, the obvious center of
which is the large, comfortable bed. Unfortunately, you will not be
experiencing too much in that bed this weekend. I have other plans.
I order you out of your clothes, which I put safely away in a drawer.
You won't be needing them anytime soon. Your nervousness is very
apparent. Your disobedience will be dealt with in a very stern and
controlling way. I only hope you have mentally prepared yourself for
what is to happen. You were told not to masturbate for the 5 days prior
to this visit. I want your very core raging with desire.
I pull out the drawer that resides under my bed and remove a rolled up
piece of foam, a blindfold and the four screw apparatuses that I have
constructed especially for this weekend. You are trying desperately to
comprehend what my plan is and how all of this will play out. Your pussy
nags at you as you catch my scent, and see the glint of blue in my eyes.
I apply the blindfold, securing it comfortably behind your head, and
take you by the hand, laying you down on the floor in front of my bed,
on top of the foam cushion, which I've rolled out. I have also placed a
big, soft pillow under your ass, which raises your pelvis to an almost
uncomfortable level. You know that you are in the very center of the
room. I secure the four screw apparatus into the floor, and using silk
cord, succeed in having your wrists and ankles stretched out far and
wide. The pillow under your ass raises you in a dramatic and erotic
position. You have no idea what is happening.
I leave the room, my shoes clicking against the wood, and you conclude
I've gone into the spare bedroom for something. Seconds seem like hours
as the deprivation of sight heightens your confusion. You hear me return
to the room and pull a chair up alongside where your head rests. I
decide to put a pillow under your head, in a gesture of kindness.
You hear what sounds like cellophane or perhaps a plastic bag being
handled, and you feel the end of a pipe at your lips. As you hear the
match being struck, you instinctively inhale, tasting the dense blue
smoke that fills your lungs. I pull the pipe away and you hold the smoke
for several seconds before exhaling. We repeat this 3 or 4 more times. I
leave you at this point, and you can tell from the sounds, that I've
gone downstairs to my study.
You begin to feel the effects of the hashish, and very pleasurable waves
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begin to roll through your body. You know it was early evening when we
had arrived here, but you now have no idea of the time. Your body seems
to float and you don't know if it's been 10 minutes or two hours since I
went downstairs.
You hear me climbing the steps and your body begins to almost undulate
without moving. I enter the room, and you can hear what sounds like my
clothes being removed. Suddenly, you feel my hands on your body, and the
combination of the tactile gratification along with the sexual buzz from
the hash makes you nearly gasp. My hands very lightly trace your flesh,
starting at your face. I explore all of you, and you can only imagine me
kneeling right there, beside you. It is very, very stimulating as my
hands explore your every nerve ending. You cannot understand how this
might be construed as punishment, and you lay there, enjoying the
pleasure.
My hands linger at your breasts, holding those beautiful treasures and
rubbing your nipples back and forth ever so slowly. You can only feel
what is happening. You cannot see. And the pleasure is intensified as I
begin to tug and pull at those sexy nipples, watching them grow in my
fingers. They seem bigger than I remember and I smile. Your gasps and
moans tell me you are enjoying this very much and I begin to get a sense
of your body's rhythms and pleasures. As I hold and stretch those
nipples with my fingers, I can smell you and I know that your are very
excited. I stop what I am doing and leave the room.
You cry out for me, begging me not to leave and to continue touching
you. These cries are ignored as I return downstairs for a period of
time. Your body is tightened and unfulfilled and it takes you awhile to
relax, even though the hashish is still potent in it's effect. After
what seems like hours, you hear me once again climbing the stairs toward
the room.
Again, I begin to touch you, this time from the other end, rubbing your
feet and ankles and calves. My touch is warm, and I have heated the room
a few degrees warmer than usual. Your body feels so good as I touch and
caress it. My hands increase their pressure as they explore your inner
thighs. Your flesh is ultra-sensitive now and the gripping of my hands
flashes through your core like molten heat. Your pussy seems to almost
open as I brush against it. I lean way in and exhale warm breath toward
it as my fingers find your clit. In seconds, I have your clit hard and
almost wild-eyed, as two of my fingers bury themselves deep inside your
body. Your cries tell me this is a very pleasurable feeling and I sense
your sexual temperature rising. I quickly back my fingers out of your
pussy and release your pulsing clit. Your body subsides.
It is then that the picture begins to clear for you. I will be sexually
teasing you like this for hours and hours, likely feeding you more hash
as the weekend progresses, in an effort to sustain and yet deny your
pleasure. The thought frightens you as you realize how much time and
agony might just pass before I release you. I smile to myself, feeling
very, very powerful and definitely in charge.
Once your body has again subsided, you hear a familiar sound, your
favorite vibrator, which I hold in my hand above you. Slowly, I begin to
touch that beautiful mound with it, applying just the right pressure to
your most sensitive touchpoints. Again, your pleasure begins to
increase, aching for release. I rest the vibrator just above your clit,
as I have seen you do so many times. The spiraling ache deepens inside
of you and I again finger that needy, swollen pussy. Your moisture is
almost immediate and this time, I finger you hard, making sure there's
plenty of friction against those tight walls my cock loves soooo much.
You beg me not to stop and I order you not to cum. I linger there a few
more seconds, and can see from the flush of your skin that your orgasm
is very, very close. Again, I stop.
Rather than leave, I decide to get behind you, and I kneel on either
side of your head. My cock, already excited by all of this, is getting
hard and hangs down, brushing against your lips. Your sexual instincts
take over and you take the head of my cock into your mouth. Since you
can't touch yourself, I deem this safe for the moment and focus on the
pleasure you are bringing me. Your cocksucking is inspired, as though it
might just be rewarded with a release of your own. That will not be
happening anytime soon. I position myself so that I can really drive my
cock into your throat from above. You look so submissive and helpless
that it makes my cock even more excited and I begin to think about
cumming. Your mouth tightens around my cock and the sensation is
incredible. At the last second, I pull my cock from your mouth and
throat and spill a huge amount of heavy, jismy cum all over your face.
Big ropes of it across your blindfold, and dripping, sexy streaks on
your cheeks make me feel very proud of my pet. The plan is proceeding
accordingly.
I leave my stains intact, and after cleaning myself up a bit in the
bathroom, I retire to the bed, just above you. You hear the crisp sheets
folding around me, and the sexual tension you're feeling is like a
terrible hangover. Within minutes, perhaps seconds---you can hear me
sleeping. Finally, you too fall off to sleep, your face and neck still
holding my love as a trophy of sorts.
When you awake, you can smell the coffee I've brewed for myself, and you
guess it to be mid-morning...I am downstairs and you can hear me
tinkering down there. What surprises you, however, is that you also hear
another voice. A female voice. Your mind races with anticipation...What
would your Master be doing with that woman? Who was she? What part, if
any, would she play in the weekend?
You barely had time to think about it when you heard two sets of feet
climbing the stairs. Your heartbeat quickened and your body, still sore
from the night before, begins to tighten with an ache deep in your
tummy. All you can think about was how much you need your Master to
allow your release.
As we entered the room, you welcomed me, and nervously asked who I had
brought in. The realization of how you must appear to this woman
suddenly flashes through your mind in a cold bolt of self-consciousness.
I did not answer your question.
You wonder if she can see my cum which had covered you so beautifully
just the night before and you feel even more embarrassed. You once again
hear the familiar sound of clothing being removed and your mind races.
Would your Master really fuck this woman right here in the room while
you lay helpless, chained to the floor? And what did she look like? Was
she beautiful? Was I also her Master?
The questions faded as once again, I placed the pipe into your mouth and
you heard the familiar strike of the match. Again, 3 or 4 deep, potent
inhalations and you could feel the pleasure beginning all over again.
How long could your body sustain this torture?
Before you could even begin to think that through, I am right there, at
your cunt, licking and lapping at that flesh; flesh that in your mind
you imagined had turned almost purple with need. At the same time, you
can feel something soft and warm lowering onto your face and mouth. Your
mouth opened and you recognize the delicate folds and texture of a
woman's body. Your mind flashes with desire; you have never been with a
woman before, though you have thought of it often, and your passion
overwhelms you. That, in addition to what I was doing with your pussy
had your body straining against those secured posts I had so carefully
installed. It was as if a storm raged deep within your body and beyond
all the aching of the tease, you felt a deep, lasting love for your
Master. Even in punishment, the boundaries of pleasure had been
stretched.
Her pussy tasted so good to you. You ate at it until you could taste her
in your mouth and you felt totally connected. My mouth, familiar by this
time in the relationship, knew just how to lick and probe that you knew
you were going to cum. So did I, and I stopped, at the same time
motioning for "her" to climb off you. Tears filled your darkened eyes
and you thought you would lose your mind. I paid very close attention,
and knew deep in my heart that you were learning a very valuable lesson
about obedience and respect.
Had you obeyed me and not worn that outfit I gave you during our last
weekend together, everything would have been fine, and you would have
been serving me in a more traditional way this very minute. But when you
told me that you had forgotten and worn it out to a friend's party, I
had no choice but to teach you this lesson.
I also knew that your tears were genuine and it was difficult for me to
see you tantalized to this extreme. Then again, I also relished the fact
that you had not yet uttered our safeword, which told me your limits
were still a ways off.
Your tears stopped as I could sense you straining to figure out what was
going on. I didn't want you distracted, so I simply told you that I was
fucking this woman on the bed. She knelt, and her pussy, still wet from
your mouth, received an overcharged, heavy fucking that ended the way
most of our fucking ends, with her scrambling to her knees to receive my
cum. I could tell you were beyond envy as she begged me to cum all over
her face.
Still without having heard her voice clearly, the woman dressed and
left. I went downstairs, once again leaving you only to your
imagination. It did not relieve you of your need for release. Your only
hope was that perhaps you would have the equivalent of a "wet dream",
your body's way of releasing those tense, packed hormones. No such luck
as you just couldn't nap. You laid there, trying to figure out the time,
thinking that perhaps it was sometime in the mid-afternoon on Saturday.
Time never felt so confusing to you.
You were awakened by the familiar feel of your Master's touch once
again. This time, I was on top of you, flush against you, kissing you on
the mouth. You kissed me back so passionately, attacking my tongue and
lips unlike ever before. Perhaps you thought I would be persuaded to
fuck you, and that I would get lost in the passion, taking you to that
promised land of pleasure. That would not happen. Not yet, at least.
Your body still needed to be stretched a bit. I kissed you over and
over, finally finding your pussy with my cock, which fit so tightly
inside of you. There was a bit of the hash high left, and all of these
feelings just multiplied in your fiery core. I also knew that, and again
pulled out from deep inside of you. I did not want to, as I was close to
cumming, but I knew I had to. You cried out in frustration, begging me
to finish to let you cum to feel that explosion in your body. No, I
said. You wore the dress after I told you not to. Is that not what
happened?..
Your cries were sad right then, love, but they were necessary.
I knelt right there and showered your tummy with my cum. It was warm and
heavy against your flesh. You sobbed and sobbed as your body twisted,
secured tightly to the floor. I knew that this punishment had been
enough, and that it would be a long time before you disobeyed me again.
I began preparations for the final leg of this journey..
First, I fed you what must have been 6 or 7 hits off the pipe. I know
that you would be on the verge of hallucinating, and wanted this night
to be memorable. You could barely talk, yet I stayed close to your side,
stroking your face and hair. You had surrendered to me hours ago and you
probably could not have withstood any more sexual teasing at that point.
I calmed you down and finally, you drifted off into a hash-induced
sleep.
I brought out the tall piece of furniture I had been keeping in my spare
room for months. It looked like a rocking horse, with one long, narrow
piece that you were to lay on. I unfolded the stirrups where you would
kneel, which splayed outwards from the main piece. I also unfolded the
handlebars for you to hold in front of you. I built it to your
specifications, and felt confident that you would fit perfectly. When
situated on this piece of art, you'd be on your stomach, your knees
comfortably raised in the soft, padded stirrups, your body leaning
forward. You would hold on to the handlebars, which were like those of a
bicycle. That would raise your ass high in the air, with your legs
spread very wide and slightly bent, giving me treasured access to your
pussy and ass.
I went to wake you. I got down on the floor next to you, showering your
face and neck with sexy, nibbling kisses. You mumbled for me to stop.
That it was just too much. That was when you heard my tools tinkering
with the apparatus that help your wrists in place. First one then the
other. The same with your ankles. I sat you up and kissed you, your arms
wrapping tightly around my body. You cried again, but this time it was
from love and devotion. I did not remove the blindfold.
I helped you up and you stretched, allowing the blood to run more
normally through your body. This also sent the hash streaming through
your body and I could see your knees weaken. I smiled to myself just
thinking of the pleasure you were going to experience.
I helped you over to the new piece and put you in place. You asked me
what was going on, and I told you to relax. Once secured, I stepped back
to look at my pet. You looked soooo beautiful. Your pussy was trim and
swollen and very, very ripe. Your ass also looked very needy to me and I
knew I wanted to remedy that situation immediately. I found a very large
dildo---black latex---and rubbed it with just the slightest amount of
oil. I began to press it against your pretty ass, and it began to slide
in. You began to moan, and I could hear in your voice that you were
afraid this was some sort of cruel joke that I would again deny you
pleasure. When the dildo was about 8 inches inside your ass, the
indented ring around the base took hold and I was able to release it. I
gave your body a few minutes to take its measure and to relax all around
it.
As I finished with your ass, I could not resist your cunt, which was
spread so wide and open for me. Again, I licked and tasted you,
listening for your cries of pleasure. Soon enough, your pussy was
soaking and I knew that the time was right to finish this weekend
accordingly.
I approached you from behind, swiping your pussy and ass with my big
cock, up and down, which made my cock get really stiff. I pressed it
against your pussy and you gasped as the head entered your body. With
your ass and legs slightly elevated, the hash was particularly effective
and the pleasure from just this minor start had your pussy clenching and
pulling at me. I sank my cock in deeper and deeper, until my bush was
banging against your tender flesh.
Slowly and rhythmically, we began our fuck. Your pussy was like a hair
trigger, and as soon as I slapped your ass just once, your body boiled
over. I knew that a HUGE orgasm was starting for you, and I began to
fuck you very, very hard, slamming my huge cock deeper and deeper. Your
were incoherent as your pleasure took over, twisting at my cock with the
heaviest pulsing I have ever felt. It only got tighter from there. I had
planned on fucking this way for a long time, but the clenching was
testing my ability to hold off. You cried and screamed, as your orgasm
triggered a flushing appearance in your flesh, and for one moment, I was
afraid you were going to pass out. My legs worked hard, pumping you so
full of cock that even your pussy lips seemed to purse tightly around my
cock, treating it to the most exciting and sensuous velvet grip I had
ever experienced.
I kept at you this way for minutes until I could no longer hold off. My
balls released what felt like a quart of cum deep inside you, your pussy
milking me. You just cried and cried. You were sobbing when, finally, I
pulled my cock from your cunt, soaked with mutual juices. Your body
seemed to convulse, and your pussy dripped down your legs, all the way
to the floor.
I released you from the table, and brought you over to the couch,
sitting you on my lap. We spent about an hour there, hands and mouths
paying tribute to each other, and I remember you whispering in my ear
that you would never disobey me again.
