A First Time

Rico led Kylie into the privacy of elevator and slid his hands down her arms, capturing her wrists before leaning in for a kiss. She enjoyed it for a moment, the gentleness of the kiss, but firmness of his touch. When he let her go, she quickly grabbed his wrist and had them pinned at his side in an instant and she kissed him hard, forcefully before pulling away to study his flushed face and increased breathing. “You’re mine tonight Rico. Do you know that?” He nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. “Now, now…that’s no way to obey. I want to hear you say it. Now, are you mine?” “Yes, Kylie I’m yours.” She nodded in approval just as the elevator doors opened and the couple stepped out.

She took the lead, heading towards the penthouse. When she reached the door Rico was right there, quick to unlock the door for her and let her into their home. Instantly it was as though she became a different person and she spun to face him while he locked the door. “Strip. Now.” He was shocked at her words, but hastily complied when he saw the glint in her eyes. This was a side of Kylie that Rico had never seen before, but he was starting to think that he liked it. His clothes were haphazardly scattered across the floor and Kylie frowned at him. “You will pick up those clothes and fold them neatly, then place them on the coffee table. I will be right back.”

Rico was finishing folding his shirt when she returned carrying a black duffle bag that he’d never seen before. She opened it and removed a set of simple black cuffs and motioned him closer. “Face away from me and give me your hands.” He turned quickly and held his hands behind him. He felt the leather of the first cuff caress his skin before the second did the same. She locked them together and smiled, giving a quick pinch to his ass before speaking again. “One of these days Rico, I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Will you enjoy that.” “I…I don’t know. But for you I’ll try anything.” “Good boy.” Suddenly the game clicked in Rico’s head and he loved hearing those words. He wondered if she had found the porn he’d been watching about being dominated by a woman. If she had he would be all the happier for it.

Almost as if she had read his mind, Kylie walked around to face him and gave a devious grin, “Yes, I know all about your little secret porn habit Rico. Don’t try to fool yourself into thinking otherwise.” He was overcome with a blush and looked down slightly, avoiding her gaze. “Oh, that’s a pretty picture. My good little submissive Rico. We’ll have to decide how you’re allowed to address me now. My given name won’t do, unless we’re out and about now will it my love?” Rico opted for the simplest answer he could think of and shaking his head replied softly, “No Ma’am.” She smiled her approval and leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. “Good, we’ll start there. Now, what’s your safeword?” “Baseball.” Kylie laughed richly and nodded her head. “You’ve been good for me so far, but I want to punish you, just because I can.” Her words were punctuated by pokes to his chest and he nodded his head, almost too overwhelmed to think.

She pulled a miniature sized sized flogger from her bag of tricks and showed it to him. She slapped it across her hand and then against his thigh. “That’s not too bad is it?” “No Ma’am.” “Good. I’m going to whip your cock with it and you will thank me for each stroke. Are you ready?” “Yes Ma’am.” She smiled at him and laid the first stroke along the side of his cock, almost gently to allow him to get used to it before she would up the intensity. She didn’t want to break her toy after all, just make him obey. “One Ma’am. Two Ma’am. Three Ma’am.” He kept his count nicely his voice straining to stay calm and even as she flogged his cock. It felt so good and he was hopeful that, since this was their first time, she’d let him orgasm tonight. Twenty-five strokes of the flogger later and he was ready to erupt. He wondered if he begged her nicely she might allow it. A soft moan escaped his lips as she reached out and rubbed his cock gently with her hand. “Oh my dear. That felt so good to be punished didn’t it.” And she began to stroke him very gently, letting her warm hand soothe the stings from her flogger. “I think since you’ve been so good I’ll consider giving you the orgasm I know you so desperately want.”

She uncuffed his hands and ordered him to the floor on his back while she stripped bare for him to see. From the angle he had she was a goddess to him and from this day would continue to be such. With her legs spread, Kylie reached down and began to touch herself, knowing that he would be watching, mesmerized by the show she was so generously giving. She bucked her hips getting closer and walked over to him kneeling above his face. “First you’re going to eat my pussy and then, if you’ve done a good job, I might just fuck your brains out.” And she lowered herself to his hungry, waiting mouth.

He dared to place his hands on her hips and began to lick and suck at her, loving that she was grinding against him, smearing her pussy juices across his face, being able to smell her and taste her was driving him wild and his own hips bucked, needing his release. Kylie arched her back into him, her hips gyrating as he sucked her slit into his mouth. Moments later her orgasm overtook her and she lifted her hips smiling down at him. “You did well.” And she wiggled her way down his body to his waiting cock. “Should I ride you until you come? Or should I ride until you almost come?” She looked at him with that same wicked glint she’d had in her eyes earlier.

“Please, Ma’am, I’ve tried so hard to be good for you. Won’t you please grant your boy an orgasm tonight, Ma’am?” His eyes pleaded as well as his mouth and she smiled leaning up to kiss him and taste herself on his lips. “Well…if you don’t come before I do then you’ll get to come again next time we play. Remember that.” And she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

Kylie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard at first, chasing her own pleasure, her hands resting on his chest. She moaned and swiveled her hips, using him as her own personal fuck toy to hit all the right spots. When her orgasm hit her it was like a freight train rolling through and she rode him all the way through the orgasm and into the next. She was watching his face the entire time letting him see her pleasure, but also watching his restraint. She relaxed after a moment and squeezed his cock inside of her. “You’ve done very, very well tonight for your first time as my favorite little fuck toy. I think you’ve earned an orgasm…or two since you didn’t come before I did. Good boy.” He squirmed beneath her at those last words and she smiled at him. “Now I’m going to ride your cock, nice and hard and I want you to come for me, for my pleasure. Do you understand me?” Rico nodded.

She resumed her motions riding him hard and fast rocking her hips, finding a pace that pleased them both and she kept it up as hard as she could, grateful that the floor beneath them was carpet and not hardwood. Kylie felt another orgasm building and she thrust her chest towards him. “Pinch my nipples.’ His hands immediately reached up and pinched gently then a little harder, the way her knew she liked and without warning she came again. At the same time he moaned loudly and slammed his hips upwards into hers and she could feel his cock twitching inside of her as he came with her. Gasping Kylie let herself fall forward on his chest and kissed him gently. “I love you, Pet.” He smiled at the nickname and nuzzled her neck. “I love you too Ma’am.”

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Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

Sarah is Punished and Rewarded

She sat quietly with his boots in front of her. She’d brushed all the dirt from them and was working them to a nice shine. The smell of the polish pervaded her senses and she relaxed into the task at hand, using an old t-shirt to rub the polish into the largest areas and cotton balls to get into tight spots. She hoped when she was done that he would approve of her work. She set the first boot aside and started on the second, just as careful with it as she had been the first. After both boots were done she looked them over and frowned to herself. There was more to be done. And with that, she began the process all over again.

Finally she was happy with the shine on Sir’s boots and put them away, along with her small kit of boot blacking supplies. She wasn’t the greatest at it, but she was learning more and more each time she polished his boots. She washed her hands but was unaware that she’d gotten a smudge of dark black polish on her cheek.

Kent arrived home shortly after and could catch just a whiff of shoe polish in the air. He smiled and went to inspect the boots he know that Sarah had polished for him. He picked up each boot one at a time and closely inspected both of them. They still weren’t perfect, but her skill was improving and he could give her more pointers later. Right now though, he just wanted to see her. He found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and pulled her back against him, his strong arms holding her close. “Thank you for polishing my boots, Little One. They look lovely.” Sarah smiled happily, “You’re quite welcome Sir. I don’t feel as I did a good of a job as I should’ve though. Will you teach me more about it sometime?” “Of course I will.” And his stomach rumbled, reminding her of the task she was about and she shooed him out of the kitchen to finish dinner.

Dinner eaten and dishes washed, Kent finally pointed out the smudge on her cheek. Sarah giggled until her stomach hurt. “You let me sit all through dinner with a smudge of polish on my face?” And she laughed again until she realized Kent was watching her like a hawk. “Go wash your face and come back to me. Be naked.” “Yes sir.” She hurried to do as she was told, recalling his rules about eating with a dirty face or hands, but she’d never thought she might have gotten shoe polish on her face. She wondered how that happened as she stripped herself nude and gave a shake of her short curly, red hair before returning to him, fresh faced and slightly anxious.

“Kneel up. Here” And he pointed to a space right before him. She assumed her place and dropped her gaze downward. Kent reached out and stroked her cheek gently before applying a stinging slap to the side of each of Sarah’s breasts. He repeated the processes alternating sides, watching her breasts turn pink under his ministrations. Sarah was, for her part, quite sorry about the transgression, even though it had been a simple accident she knew he should punish her for breaking the rules. When he was done with her breasts he pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and tightened them onto her nipples until she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth.

“You will keep those on for ten minutes, during which time you will stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall. Go.” Sarah rose and moved to her corner as Sir called it and pouted a little. She hated corner time. But it often taught her valuable lessons or reminded her properly of the rules she was expected to follow. The ten minutes seemed like an eternity to her as her breasts ached from being slapped around and nipples were getting a little sore from the clamps. When Kent called her back over to him she nearly sighed with relief and knelt in front of him again. He gently removed the clips, but Sarah couldn’t help her involuntary cries no more than she could help the wetness that gathered in her pussy as her nipples were freed. Really, the clamps were a sweet torture and they both knew it.

Kent kissed Sarah gently and pulled her closer to him by her already tender nipples. She moaned into his mouth and he ran his fingers down her body, in a slow, almost tickling manner. Her hands found his shoulders as they kissed and he wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace still kneeling on the floor like a good submissive should. He wanted to punish her further for her rule breaking, just to see her punished. What, he wondered, could he do next?

He broke the kiss and then gave her a wicked smile. “Bedroom, now.” She moved to rise but a gentle hand stopped her. “Hands and knees, my Love. I want to see you crawl for me.” She dropped to the ground as he requested of her and did her best to look sexy as she crawled away from him, although she was pretty certain that she just looked silly. As for Kent’s view of things, all he could focus on was that beautiful ass getting away from him. He followed her into the bedroom where he found her kneeling at the ready for his next command and smiled. He’d trained her so well. “Onto the bed with you. I have a plan.” Sarah climbed onto the bed and knew she wasn’t going to like his plan at all. As two gentle fingers began to pet her vulva, brushing her clit gently, she thought perhaps she was wrong about his plans after all and began to relax into his touch. He gently tweaked a nipple with his free hand and she gasped as the two sensations merged in her body. Slowly he touched and teased, never quite touching her the way she wanted.

Finally, his thumb found her clit and pressed down on it. She bucked her hips into his touch and before she could get the words out to ask permission to orgasm he looked at her, “No.” Kent continued his touches and teasing and even gave her kisses that only served to make her wetter for him. Once or twice he plunged his fingers inside of her, feeling that warm wetness for himself and sighed with pleasure at her responsiveness. But he did not allow her to orgasm. Eventually his little game had Sarah close to tears from her frustrations and that was when he knew it was time.

He picked up her favorite vibrator and some lube. “Roll over, Love. Up on your knees for me.” As she moved her handed her the vibrator and then lubed up his hard cock as well. He rubbed his lubricant covered fingers against her asshole and Sarah cried out. She loved being ass fucked and this would be her reward for being so good and not coming like she wanted to earlier. She moaned when she felt him slip two fingers into her ass and pushed back, helping him spread the lube further into her ass. Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked his cock a couple of times and began to push it slowly into her ass, feeling her stretch wide around him. It took all of Sarah’s self control not to move and force him all the way inside her. “Turn that vibe on, Baby. I wanna feel you come, wanna feel your ass milking my cock while I fuck you.” And he pushed harder into her.

Sarah pressed the button on the vibrator and placed it directly against her clit as all of a sudden Kent was buried balls deep in her asshole just the way she liked. “No need to ask this time. Just come for me. All you want. This is what good girls get.” He grabbed her hips and fucked her while she twitched around his cock. She loved the way he felt, rubbing against her and she slipped the vibrator into her pussy for a moment letting them both feel them and he groaned. “If you keep that up, I’ll come first and then where will you be?” She quickly moved the vibe back to her clit and began to orgasm almost instantly. He stopped fucking her, just enjoying the sensations of her orgasm washing over her and when she had relaxed again he resumed his pounding of her tight little ass. As quickly as she had, Kent swore and suddenly he was coming too, shooting himself deep into her ass. The feeling of it sent Sarah spiraling into another orgasm as well and she collapsed on the bed with Kent lying on top of her for a long moment. “Good girl,” he whispered.

Wicked Wednesday 274 -Celebrity – (In Her Own Little World)

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I’d always wanted to know what it was like to be the center of attention. I’d wanted to be a celebrity when I was a child, but instead I became an accountant. I’m very boring by day and you’d never guess that by night I am Master’s kinky little Angel. But I am. And recently, he gave me a chance to be a celebrity if only for a night and only on his terms.

We were hosting a play party and Master very specifically told me I was to be naked, cuffed, and collared all night long. I figured he had plans for me, but what was in store was more than a little surprising. Once everyone had arrived he made me kneel in the center of the room and made his announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, my darling Angel has always wished to be a celebrity and enjoy being the center of attention. For this night and this night only I ask that you help me grant her wish. Touch her, tease her, spank her, fuck her, use her as you will and together we will see her shine in the spotlight.” And with that the lights went dark and I was spotlighted under a single halo. How Master pulled that off without my noticing I don’t know.

The first to approach me was a submissive young woman, Katie, that I’d known for sometime and she played with my nipples and kissed me for a long moment, making me want more. She teased me, taunted me, and generally started to really set the stage for the evening’s events. Katie’s Sir joined in soon as well and he wanted to fuck me while Katie sucked at my tits. Very shortly I found myself with a mouthful of pussy and two cocks, one for each hand and I was loving it. Everyone was focused on me and me alone. I worked hard to bring everyone I could to orgasm and as new bodies replaced others I found myself flipped over doggy styled and fucked, half choked by my collar, a mouth alternately sucking at my clit and licking the cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and this time a cock buried down my throat and fucking my face. Through it all I keep seeing bright flashes of light and I realized that Master must’ve gotten permission from everyone to take photos as that’s exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t joined in the fun yet, but with everyone else fucking, sucking, fisting, and coming in me and on me, I was a bit overwhelmed.

Finally people began to ease away from me as they were satiated by my mouth hands, pussy, and ass. I lay there basking in my glory as Master took several shots of me including some up close ones of my come covered face. Finally he put the camera down, helped me to my feet and draped me over a chair with my ass posed for all to see and began to spank me. His spanks came harder and faster and soon he was taunting me about how I was a celebrity slut and how everyone had enjoyed using me as a pleasure slave. Now that I had my time in the lime light I would thank everyone while he continued to spank me and I trembled for a moment, unable to find words.

Then I just took myself back to pretending I was on stage for winning as imaginary Oscar and the words came to me. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Sirs, Masters, subs, and slaves, I just want to thank you all for giving me such a wonderful evening of debauchery, pleasure, and for a time a bit of notoriety in the form of a celebrated slut just as Master wished me to be tonight. And Master, I can’t (ouch! That spanking was getting harder) forget to thank you for making this all possible and assembling everyone together for such a wonderful evening. I just want to say thank you again to each and everyone of you who was willing to come here and fuck, suck, and be served by this humble servant. Thank you.”

Master abruptly stopped spanking me as the applause began and suddenly someone asked from the back of the small crowd. “Can we have her for round two as well?” I smiled, hoping Master would say yes and let me continue my fantasy and indeed he did, leading to yet another round of being teased tortured, denied orgasms, given orgasms, and being used like a celebrity call girl. It was a hell of an evening and my exhibitionist, submissive self can’t wait to be in the spotlight another time, just for Master so I can be his Angel once more.

KOTW -Names/Titles (Naming Him)

Martha and Thomas had slowly began to explore a Dominant and submissive relationship sometime ago and he frequently called her “Little Miss” or just “Missy”, but she didn’t know what to call him. They’d tried Master, but both of them found it to be harsh and grating. Sir didn’t have quite the ring to it they wanted and Daddy was just awkward for Martha to say to her husband. So finally one night she asked him what the protocol needed to be and what his title was going to be. He assured his Missy that he would think about it and that she was to as well and they would figure it out, but right now he was going to cuff her and fuck her.

She quickly found her hands trapped and legs spread just like he wanted. Thomas’ fingers caressed her and dipped into her pussy finding her wet and ready for him; his fingers stroked her over and over as she squirmed, begging to be allowed to come for him. “No Little Miss, you’ll come when I say so and only when I say so. You’re mine and I run this show. Understood?” Martha nodded her head, still writhing on the bed as she struggled not to orgasm before he granted her permission. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them into her open mouth. Her eyes widened but she began to suck obediently, tasting herself and relishing it.

He climbed onto the bed, cock in hand and guided himself into her pussy, gently at first, slowly. He fucked her languidly, just barely moving as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips ever so gently and whispered to her again, “You’re mine Little Miss.” She shivered beneath him at the words and arched her hips upward, wanting him to fuck her harder. He laughed softly. “All in good time, my dear. All in good time. His increase of the pace at which he fucked her seemed incrementally slow to her and she was a greedy Little Miss who wanted more of his cock.

Thomas gave her a naughty little smile and suddenly slammed hard into her, causing her to cry out and try even harder to take as much as he would give her and then some. They fucked hard and relentlessly, Missy struggling to hold back the orgasm she had been denied and him enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She began to tense up and Thomas froze. “Not yet Missy, not yet. Not until you call me by my proper title.” She moaned softly half in pleasure, half in frustration. They’d played this game before, with her trying all kinds of honorifics hoping one would finally stick and become who he was to her.

“Please Captain, may I come for you?” He made a slight face and shook his head, holding very still inside of her body. “Please may I come for you my Prince?” They both burst into giggles at that one and feeling her clench around his cock made him groan with restrained pleasure. He moved in and out slowly waiting for her next request, to see what would come out of her lovely mouth next. “Dom, can I come for you please?” He tilted his head considering that one and shook his head, still not feeling quite right. She arched her hips against him silently begging for the game to end. “One more try for me Missy, a good one, and I’ll let you come for me.”

She tried very hard to think as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from simply pleading with her Thomas to fuck her and let her have that orgasm she so desperately wanted. And her mind flashed back to what he said earlier, “You’re mine and I run this show.” She giggled and looked at him,. Her tone was slightly impish although still laced heavily with her desire. “Can I please come for you now, Boss? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Boss. He rolled the word around his in his mind, hearing it in his head. “Say it again. Louder.” “Can I please come for you now, Boss?” He resumed fucking her hard now and grinned down at her. “You’re quite right Little Miss. I am the Boss and you will address me as such from now one. Got it?” She moaned out loud at the feeling of fullness before she answered him proudly, “Yes Boss.” “Now come for me Missy. Come hard!”

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.

Wicked Wednesday – 267 – Venus in Fur (The Struggle)

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“Tonight will be something different my dear.” He gave a tigerish smile as he tugged the laces of the PVC corset she was wearing just a tiny bit tighter, before zipping her into the matching pair of high heeled boots. “But you are going to be good for me and do as I say, even though I know you won’t like that task at hand. Isn’t that correct?” “Yes, Sir.” He kissed the back of her neck.” You will submit to me differently tonight my love. Because tonight, you will be in charge. No, not of me. Don’t look so horrified. But of a young submissive gentleman of my choosing whose Mistress has agreed to let you borrow him.”

“But…I don’t know how to be in charge, Sir. I don’t want to be in charge. It scares me. And what if I mess up and I break her toy? Then what?” He gave her that same tiger smile from earlier, “Why then you’ll be punished. I have faith in you though that you won’t mess up. You can and will do this, play this role for me.” Together, they headed down the long hallways to the dungeon where she hoped that she could pull this off. As the stepped into the open room she sighed when she realized there was a crowd gathered to watch the scene. Sir heard her sigh, “Oh my dear, did you really think that Mistress Allison and I would allow this to pass without some spectacle? Besides, her Sven is a bad boy and needs to be punished. You, my darling Venus, will give that to him.” “Sir, this must be a joke. Please say it is.” “Not in the slightest. Now go discipline that slave like the Goddess you are. There are all the things you should need set up already.”

Venus took a deep breath and strode through the room, never stopping at the crowd, but simply expecting them to part for her, which they did willingly. She smiled then, getting past her first hurdle of being in charge and her resolve strengthened. She could do this, would do this for Sir and Mistress Allison. Sven was simply an accessory for her to play with at this point. Venus took a deep breath and moved toward the kneeling man. She spotted Allison, currently her equal, and smiled at her, confidently she hoped. The other woman nodded to her, almost encouragingly and Venus took her place in the center of the room.

She looked down at Sven, summoning as much contempt as she could muster, which surprised her as she’d expected to feel solidarity with the collared creature at her feet. “So you’ve been bad and need punished. Is that correct?” Venus’ voice came from a position of authority and she was in awe of herself. She wondered if it showed. Sven nodded his head, “Yes…what may I call you Ma’am?” Venus tilted her head thoughtfully and flashed back to Sir’s words. “You may call me Goddess and tell me why you need to be punished.” “Yes, Goddess. I need to be punished because I challenged Mistress Allison’s authority too many times. She tires of punishing me for it and hopes that a punishment from someone else might settle my wayward tongue. Will you give me that punishment please Goddess?”

Venus did not deign to answer the slave, only moved to reach for a clothespin that was part of a pile nearby. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Sven complied without looking up at her and she grabbed him by the jaw and tilted his head upward so she could clamp the pin to his outstretched tongue. “There. Now you can’t run your mouth at me and if I hear a word from you I’ll add another clothespin.” The pretty redhead gave a devilish smile and let Sven’s head drop back to its place. She felt herself begin to relax a bit and thought about what her Sir would to do to a mouthy submissive. She settled on a crop to start and began to tap him lightly with it on the shoulders and upper back, turning his skin pink. Her hits became harder as she gained confidence and soon she was using the crop to mark him and make fleeting patterns on his reddening skin. As she tired of that she reached for another implement and ordered Sven over the spanking bench, conveniently placed nearby. Automatically his hands reached down to cup his balls and Venus nodded, saluting Mistress Allison with the flogger she held. Allison laughed openly at this. She was enjoying this little show and thought that the clothespin to the tongue was the perfect thing. “I will flog you until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough. Then we’ll see how smart that mouth of yours is feeling.” And Venus brought the flogger down across Sven’s ass repeatedly. Over and over the blows fell and he never moved although from time to time an involuntary noise would escape him. Venus counted in her head; forty solid blows and stopped. She reached around Sven and removed the clothespin from his tongue. “Are you sorry that you were mouthy to your Mistress?” “Yes Goddess.” “Will you do it again?” “No Goddess.” Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” And Venus turned to the crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman, what do you say? Will this slave talk back to his Mistress again?” A chorus of yes’s gave answer and she smiled before stroking his hair. “Looks like you’ll get another go round, slave.”

This time Venus lifted a cane from the choice of implements and stroked it along Sven’s backside, knowing that she’d cane him til he cried out if she could. And she began, letting the cane dance across his skin. It seemed only moments later that Sven cried out and instantly the cane froze in mid-air. Venus dropped to kneel beside him. “Well then, slave, you’ve cried out for what?” “Please Goddess I will be a good obedient slave to my Mistress.” And he wiggled himself off the bench daring to kiss imploringly at Venus’ shiny thigh high boots to show his good intentions. Venus planted a boot in his chest and pushed lightly, forcing him away from her, before turning to address Allison, “Has your slave had enough?” Allison nodded and stepped into the center giving Venus a hug and a murmured, “Good girl. Back to your Sir now.”

Venus replaced the cane and quickly found Sir in the crowd striding to him with confidence that she had done well. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You did well my girl. I knew that you would. How did it feel to be on the other side?” “Insurmountably terrifying at first. I’d rather not make a habit of it. I wanted to just kneel there beside Sven and wait for my punishment as well.” “No punishments for you tonight. You faced your fear and defeated it. You obeyed.”

If you missed last week’s Wicked Wednesday post you can find it here.