Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin

 

Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.

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Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Adrienne’s small helpless noises as he spanked her ass only served to turn Gordon on more and she was writhing in his lap. They both knew she could feel the hardness of his cock and her mouth was positively watering at the thought of it. This time she wanted to taste him, to let him fuck her mouth, and treat her like the slut she had always craved to be. She cried out at the thought of him in her mouth and Gordon smacked her harder. “Be good Princess. Be good and I’ll give you what you I know you want.”

And he gently pushed her from his lap to undo his fly. Adrienne was kneeling on the carpeted floor now and as his cock sprung free she gasped softly in delight before leaning forward to lick the length of it like a lollipop. Gordon watched her through hooded eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, but when she sucked tip of him into her mouth and tasted the pre-come that had gathered there he closed hid eyes and let the sensation take him. He couldn’t believe it was the Princess, the daughter of such a powerful man as the king he served that had her plump lips wrapped around his cock. He watched her mouth open wider to try and take him all in and her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft where she couldn’t quite reach and squeezed. The feeling was exquisite and he knew if he wanted to fuck her again he need to take back control before he exploded in her mouth. Gordon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you Princess? Or would you like to fuck me; riding my cock and filling your body with it?”

She merely moaned in delight at his words letting her head fall back and he lifted her to her feet as he stood with her. They both shed their clothes, laughing at the strappy top again as her boots joined the pile this time and he pulled her to the large bed that dominated the room. Laying down together they kissed intensely, passionately before Adrienne took change and pushed Gordon onto his back so she could crawl a top of him. She teased herself for a moment rubbing herself along his cock and he groaned softly at the feel of her smooth skin rubbing against him, spreading her slickness. And then she was guiding him inside of her, taking his full length with a soft moan and began to move her hips. She ground into him, lifting up and sliding back down and riding his cock with all the tricks she could think of. Gordon’s hands roamed along her body, reaching up to tweak a nipple her and squeeze a hip there, sometimes lifting his hips to meet hers as she rocked her own.

Finally his fingers found her clit and she leaned back a bit still moving, to give him better access and he began to rub her gently, then harder as she cried out, “More!” Her hips and his finger never stopped moving she suddenly she came all over his cock, drenching him in her wetness. He swore softly at the feeling of her tight around him and fairly threw her off his cock to find his way between her soaked thighs. His tongue traced patterns and was by turns gentle and rough and soon she was moaning and lifting her hips for him. Gordon’s hands slid beneath her body, cupping her ass in his hands and drawing her closer to him. He kissed her, his tongue, delving between her lips and she cried out so he did it again harder this time and she pushed against him, her body begging for more. He obliged and suddenly another orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train and she grabbed his hair tugging him up to her for a wild kiss, loving the taste of herself against his lips.

“I don’t know if I want to suck you off or if I want you to fuck me. I just know that I want you,” her voice was soft but harsh. “Well, Princess, I think you’re going to do both and he guided her back down to his cock which she enveloped with her mouth once more and he began to thrust his his hips slowly gently, his soft voice urging her to relax. As she did so, lulled by his voice his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat gently. “Swallow.” Adrienne did and couldn’t help the gush of wetness that hit her pussy as she knew he was in total control here. And then he pulled her away from his cock once more and before flipping her to her back.

Gordon steadied himself above her and smiled, “Ready Princess.” “Yes Sir, please fuck me.” Her words and submissively naughty tone of voice alone were enough to make him even harder, if that was possible and his cock found her wet, twitching pussy. He drove himself into her hard and fast fucking her furiously, using her for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for him and he growled, “Good slut.” His words were enough and he felt her come for him one more time. “Oh you like that? You like being a dirty slut, don’t you Princess? Well, that’s what you’re gonna be. My little slut, ready to fuck, suck, and be a good little toy for me.” She was gasping incoherently at his words and only arched her back harder, wanting more of him, wanting him to own her, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, he threw his head back with a wild cry and slammed into her once last time, his come jetting out of him to coat her insides. He pulled away from her and made an impatient motion with his hand. “Clean me.” And his slutty little Princess dove for his cock, tasting the two of them mixed together and moaned around him. He was going to come in her mouth this time and she was going to swallow every drop of it. For now she was his. They both refused to think of the upcoming days where she’d be forced back into a role she hated and he’d become just another guard. Right now there was only this.

Ava’s Adventures

Ava dared to look up, peering at the group of men around her. She realized that there were easily eight or ten people, not counting David and she knew that he expected her to service them all, preferably more than once until they were well satisfied. She sat back on her knees gracefully and gave the collective group a naughty little smile. “So, who gets to go first?”

Suddenly the room was abuzz with conversation as each man tried to reason with the others why he should be allowed first until David stepped in. “Perhaps we should draw straws? Short straw goes first. I’ll be right back.” He returned in moments with a handful of straws and held them out. Everyone drew and the lucky winner happened to be standing right next to Ava. The man gave a leer as he unzipped his pants and she knew what he wanted from her. Her pink tongue darted from her mouth, licking the tip of his dick and he ran his fingers through her dark hair. She kept licking around the head, sometimes stopping to suck just that much of him into her mouth and roll her tongue around. He finally groaned and pulled her closer to him by her hair. She sputtered for only a second as she took his dick deeper into her mouth and began to bob up and down quickly. It took only moments for the older man to throw his head back as he blasted a load of come down Ava’s throat. His grip on her hair was almost painful and she whimpered softly, causing David to intervene and extract his friend’s hand from her hair. David gave her a gentle pet and she smiled at him, proud that she was stretching her boundaries and showing him how good she could be.

While Ava had been giving her first of many blowjobs of the evening the rest of the men had sorted themselves out to wait their turn as they chatted and sipped drink, watching Ava the entire time. A tall fair haired man with brown eyes came next and as he rolled a condom over himself Ava leaned forward over the sofa and wiggled her ass at him. He smacked it causing her t wiggle more and so he smacked the other cheek. Her giggle turned into a gasp as she felt his dick slide into her pussy gently. He was thicker than David and filled her up in a much different way. Ava’s back arched as she silently asked for more and she was given just what she wanted. This was no gentle sex. No, this was a good, hard, fucking pounding and Ava clung to the couch as her partner held her hips and fucked her as hard as he could, sometimes smacking her ass, which only made her pussy twitch and get wetter. As she tensed up just before her orgasm the man stopped and she moaned in frustration. “You’ll get yours girlie, but not until we’ve all hard ours. David’s orders.” Ava looked over at her husband and he nodded at her, smiling charmingly. “Yes, my dear, you’ll get yours, but first we get our fill.”

And Ava was passed among the men, giving blowjobs, having her pussy and her ass fucked and was treated like the pretty little slut she was. With each fuck and lick and suck and moan she grew more and more desperate to have her own orgasm. She began to beg and plead with David to let her come and he only shook his head at her as he watched his friends run a train on his wife.

After getting off every man in the room at least two or three times a piece (she lost count as the dicks blurred together), Ava collapsed in a heap near her boot blacking kit, exhausted, but still dying to have an orgasm or two or three or a whole half dozen of them. David walked over to her smiling and gave her a fierce kiss before rearranging her tired limbs in a pose that left her exposed to all. She relaxed and let him do as he pleased for a moment, her eyes closed languidly. David slid a finger into her juicy wetness and smeared it across her lips before kissing her again. “You have one last task for everyone to show them your gratitude, my dear.” Ava looked up at him, puzzled, until he pulled her favorite bullet vibrator from his pants pocket. “You’re going to make yourself come for us. We’re going to watch you shake and squirm and shudder until you’ve orgasmed so much you just can’t anymore. Now get to it.”

Ava grinned at the idea of putting on a show and sat the vibrator aside for the moment to focus on playing with her breasts and nipples. She caressed and pinched and tugged, she stroked her skin lightly as a lover might and simply let herself be lost in the sensations. Her eyes fluttered closed as one hand drifted lower past her belly and along her mound. Tracing the bare skin of her vulva, she felt her own wetness covering her all the way out to her inner thighs and sighed. A single digit dipped into her pussy and she swirled it around before raising to her mouth to taste herself. Then men in the room were utterly captivated and every one of them was wishing he could fuck her again.

She teased herself sliding a finger in and out, still tugging at her nipples and biting her lip as she stared her husband down, watching only him. That wet finger slipped up to rub her clit and she moaned softly. She was so sensitive and ready to come. Abruptly, her first orgasm came over her just from that gentle rubbing of her clit and she twitched her hips in tiny spasms. She wondered how many times they’d want to watch her orgasm, but then decided she didn’t much care as long as she got her orgasms.

Overtaken with her want and need she plunged two fingers as deep as she could into her pussy and curled her fingers. The vibrator clicked on and nearly the instant it touched her clit she came again and immediately after that again. Several orgasms rolled over her in waves and she was thrashing about on the carpet hard enough to give herself rug burn in some very tender places. Ava’s breath came in gasps and she grinned at the assembly before her, but had eyes only for David who was watching her and smiled delightedly at her performance. He came across the room, pulled her to her feet, and have her another kiss, this one gentle and loving. And then he plunged his own fingers into her pussy nearly holding her weight on his hand. “You’re not done yet. Give me another one.” With an arm wrapped around her for support he flexed three of his fingers against her body and she stiffened in his arms, a wail escaping her lips as she came harder than before. “That’s a good girl, he murmured. Now say thank you.” She couldn’t resist kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Thank you, Sir.” He released her carefully and she settled near her kit on the floor watching as the men laughed and talked for a few more minutes as things began to wind down. As each one left they had a smile or a leer at her and Ava just grinned.

A Spanking, a Special Treat, and a Surprise

Christina smiled at the man kneeling at her feet as he licked and worshipped her boots. Later he would polish them to a shine, but right now he was almost making love to the leather just the way she liked. He alternately between one boot and the other occasionally glancing up at her, his Mistress, to see if she was pleased. Each time she rewarded him with a small smile and he redoubled his efforts to stay within her good graces.

After sometime she bade him rise and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, very chaste, and she could taste the leather on skin, smell it. She loved the smell of the leather and it turned her on. But this wasn’t all about her. She wanted to please her Pet as much as he wanted to please her. “Are you ready for your regular spanking?” “Yes Mistress I am.” “Alright then, over you go.” And he found himself kneeling on the spanking bench with his legs together and ass high in the air, all the better for Mistress to reach him. He looked over his shoulder at her, grinned cheekily and wiggled his bare behind for her. She laughed and smacked his ass with a practiced hand. “None of that or you’ll get it the bad way and not the good way.” He nodded and apologized to her before returning her gaze straight ahead into the mirror.

She donned a pair of leather gloves and ran them gently across his ass and the backs of his thighs. The sensation of just that felt so good to him that he wanted to moan. He knew by the time his spanking was over, he’d be rock hard and wishing for release, but Mistress forbade it probably eight times out of ten and he was left to suffer. Perhaps today she would be lenient. Suddenly the first real smack across his ass landed and he jumped a bit, startled back to reality by the sting of it. Mistress smiled at him in the mirror. “Pay attention. And count now.”

He nodded and resumed his focus, staring into the mirror so he could watch the goddess of his life work her magic. And he counted the slaps one by one until they reached 50. His ass was a brilliant red, his cock was rock hard, and this was only the beginning. Mistress reached for a flogger and trailed it down his back and across his ass. “Should it be a gentle flogging today, Dearest? Or perhaps a good hard paddling, what do you think. “Whatever your whim is Mistress I will follow.” She laughed then a happy sound; “Such a good boy for me. And since you’ve been so good I’m going to give you a little treat later.”

But first the flogger came down against his ass followed by a smack of the paddle she held in her other hand. She alternated strokes and alternated sides until his ass was starting to bruise just a bit and she smirked, knowing this would be a spanking he’d remember. She ran her hands gently over his ass once more and squeezed gently, just so she could watch him squirm for her. “are you ready for your treat my Pet?” He nodded excitedly, “yes Mistress.” She gave him a wicked grin at that and suddenly he was a bit nervous, his collar chafing slightly at his dry throat. “Stand up then. And lean against the wall.”

He did as she said with alacrity and waited, his head bowed. She looked him over from head to toe, admiring his body with all its imperfections. He wasn’t a rock hard Apollo type, but he was hers just the same and she adored him in her own way. Walking over to him she lifted his head and gave him another kiss, this one far less chaste than before. He moaned into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of having her so close he could smell the leather she wore, enjoying the soft feel of her lips against his. And she leaned in her body pinning his to the wall. She ground her hips into his cock and pulled away smiling. “Is that all for me?” He nodded slowly, not quite trusting his voice and she gave him a gentle smile. “Well then, I suppose I should make good use of it.” And she dropped to her knees wrapping her lips around his thick veiny cock and sucked and licked and slurped for all she was worth. Her tongue laved his balls before tracing a path up his dick and back to the head where she sucked lightly, hollowing her pretty cheeks as she applied more force. His hips wanted to buck and force his cock down her throat, but that wasn’t allowed. He gently rested one hand on her head, not pushing her or trying to force her, simply enjoying the feelings of her mouth on his cock and his finger against her soft hair.

Christina teased him with lips and teeth and tongue and then pulled away. “You ready aren’t you? I can tell. Should I let you come today, my good boy?” Oh mistress, please, please let me come for you. I’d like nothing more than to please you.” She smiled at his words and plunged her head onto his cock sucking him deep into her throat and swallowing rapidly, before pulling back as she felt his body tense. He looked down at her and she nodded. His hips began to buck against her face as he was suddenly fucking her, fisting his fingers into her hair and holding her still for his pleasure. Within moments, he threw his head back against the wall with a groan and she could taste the hot saltiness of him come on her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed again as it just seemed to keep pouring out of him. Finally as his orgasm end she gently sucked and licked him clean and stood up. He pulled her into his arms and whispered softly, “Such a good girl for Sir, being willing to try something new for me. But next time, its my turn, darling.”

Wicked Wednesday – Chemistry – (Slow Burn)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Ian tied Grace over the spanking bench, her lovely ass framed by the shiny, black patent leather skirt she wore. He leaned down and whispered to her, “This is gonna be a slow one. I want to watch your ass turn red under my hands and my tools. Not for your pleasure, but for mine.” She twisted her head to look at him, anticipation shining from her green eyes and nodded. “Yes Sir.” They shared a smile and Ian double checked to be sure Grace was both secure and comfortable on the bench.

Running his hands gently down her back and over her pert ass Ian couldn’t resist giving each round globe a hard squeeze, followed by another gentle caress; over and over he repeated his movements just enjoying the feel of his sub’s ass under his hands growing slightly pink from the rough treatment. Grace was relaxed in her bonds and simply enjoying herself, knowing that he was going to beat her and she was going to love every second of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Ian’s hands fell away from her ass for a long moment that left her wondering if he was choosing his favorite flogger or just making her wait.

Ian watched her as she grew tense from the waiting. And he waited a minute more just to let that tension build. Then his hand came down, almost gently at first, with more noise than impact, but it was enough to make Grace jump. He repeated these strikes several more times before moving into more forceful hits that made her squirm with delight at the sting and thud of them. Every so often Ian would stop and stroke her ass tenderly.

A small crowd had gathered to watch the pair and Ian quietly pointed out to her how her beautiful ass was on display for the room to see and she blushed despite knowing that there would be people to see her like this. He kissed her cheek then and moved back, placing sharp, staccato slaps across her ass, ones that were meant to draw further attention before he picked up a flogger that he carefully draped across Grace’s ass, letting her feel the leather before he whipped it up through the air and back down hard to kiss her skin. A low moan escaped her lips and Ian repeated this process eleven more times for a total of a dozen hits. Her ass was turning delightfully red now and several onlooker’s had commented on that and Ian’s skill.

He smacked her with his hand twice more and replaced the flogger, before checking in with her to see how she was doing. She nodded at him and flashed a cheeky grin that left him wishing they were more involved than just two people who happened to share a love of spankings and had the opposite personalities to work well together in a scene like this one. Ian wondered if more would ever be possible. They were both single after all. But he took a breath and cleared his mind, getting back to his task.

Choosing a riding crop next it thwacked along her skin for another spate of flurrying blows and she’d started to wriggle against her bonds and the bench. He could tell she was turned on; he knew that if he let her slip away she’d find a dark, quiet corner of the club to get herself off when they were done with her spanking. Ian didn’t want that to happen this time. He wanted to go with her and watch. His blows became more methodical as he swapped from the riding crop back to the flogger and occasionally his hand just to vary things a bit. He wouldn’t want his favorite submissive to get bored on him. Grace, for her part, was anything but bored. She was enjoying each hit as it came to her and wanted more, as much as Ian would give her. And he planned on giving her all she could possibly handle. He knew her limits and knew them well. Sometimes he even challenged her a bit as the need arose for her to have something more with her spanking. Tonight he would do that.

His hand trailed up her back as he walked forward to address her so no one else could hear. “We both know this turns you on. And I know you want to come from it. The question I pose tonight, is do you want to do it in front of all these people or would you prefer to wait?” Grace’s eyes snapped open and she stared at him. This was a completely new question and challenge. She could also see in his eyes that he was curious as to what she would say and where it might lead them. Her eyes blinked a couple times in quiet surprise that he was asking her this and she took a deep breath, knowing this would put them into uncharted territory in some ways. He’d never seen her orgasm before. He prodded her, “Well?” Grace took a deep breath,“Please spank me until I come.” Ian nodded once and asked, “How close are you?” “Close. Something with a bite to it. Please.” He laughed softly, “I bite.” Grace shuddered, visibly turned on by the idea and Ian arched an eyebrow at her. She flashed him that cheeky grin again before he stepped away to pick up a silicone paddle.

Dragging the smooth texture along her skin he smiled as she shivered again and tried to adjust herself to present her ass in the best manner possible. “Good girl.” Ian raised his hand and down came the paddle biting into Grace’s skin, turning it a brighter red than it already was and her breathing immediately changed. “More, she whispered.” He smiled, placed his free hand against the small of her back, and walloped her ass hard. He knew she could handle this and he kept up hard even strokes feeling her body tense under his hand over and over, her body drawing tighter. Grace took a deep breath and just as she did Ian hit her hard one last time with a sharp word, “Now.”

Her breath rushed from her body in an instant and that last hit coupled with the tone of his voice (he could’ve said anything in that tone) set her orgasm free. She thrashed against the ropes hard feeling them dig into her skin, crying out over and over as she orgasmed in front of a crowd for the first time. Orgasmed for him for the first time. All too soon, she hung limp in the bonds and Ian quickly freed her before pulling her close to him and stroking her hair. “Good girl. You did something new tonight and did it very well.” He took an offered bottle of water and held it to her lips as she clung to him bonelessly. She drank a few sips and then just let her head come to rest on his shoulder, relaxed and sated after a good spanking and a better orgasm.

 

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.”

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.