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.”

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Wicked Wednesday 265 – Shopping (Do It Yourself)

They walked into Home Depot and he led the way directly to aisle 15, grinning to himself as she tagged along rather listlessly. He started pulling at rope lengths and looked at her, “What do you think? Several thirty foot lengths, plus some extra just in case.” There was a mischievous gleam in his eye that she couldn’t miss and she nodded slowly. “I think so.” As they moved through the store with their rope they picked up various other things; a wooden dowel or two, a yardstick, some double ended bolt snaps, and several other miscellaneous objects that he thought could prove interesting. She understood the rope, but what was the purpose for everything else he’d bought? She queried him on this and he merely smiled, “You’ll see dear.”

Arriving home he sent her inside to relax and got to work out in the garage. It didn’t take long for him to assemble everything. The spreader bars in two different lengths took no time at all and the wood he’d picked up for the paddle was coming along nicely when she called out. “Hon, do you want lunch?” “I’ll be a bit, go ahead and eat!” He spoke over the noise of the saw and smiled to himself because he knew she was curious about his plans. After finishing up the paddle he made short work of a simple rope flogger he’d seen on one of the many BDSM do-it-yourself websites he’d visited and couldn’t wait to surprise her with some the new toys.

Later that night he blindfolded her as he brought everything inside and then led her to their bedroom where he carefully stripped her clothing from her body, leaving gentle touches and kisses in his wake. He cuffed her wrists and ankles and then went to work. The longer spreader bar was clipped to her ankles and the short one to her wrists. She wouldn’t be touching him or herself tonight. He pulled his raven haired beauty across his lap and smacked her ass with a bare hand. She whimpered softly, “Please hit me again.” and he did, over and over until her pretty heart shaped ass was a delightful shade of red. “Are you ready for more?”

She nodded and he picked up the paddle, he was raining blows upon her ass one after the other, too fast to be counted and her ass started to turn bright red, almost purple in spots and she cried out with each hit. He could feel how wet she was just from being spanked. He put the paddle down, smoothing his hands across her ass and let her relax against him. His fingers traveled further where he could just see the pinkness of her flesh between her legs and he touched her gently, finding her wetness and sucked a finger clean of the taste. She moaned and struggled to part her legs further, wanting more. “Not yet.” He repositioned her on the bed and began to tease her with the rope flogger, dragging it along her skin, using light gentle hits across her upper back and down along her thighs. He let her relax into the feeling and smiled as she began to squirm for him. Her hands and ankles still trapped and her body spread for him, she was helpless and he liked her that way. He flipped her face up on the bed effortlessly, as though she were a doll and leaned down to her for a kiss. “Are you ready for me, little one?” “Oh yes, please…”

He grinned and his finger traced a long her slit, opening her to him, and moving back up to touch her clit, rubbing at it gently and around it slowly, torturing his lovely submissive wife with the promise of orgasms yet to be had. Two fingers delved into her pussy while he taunted her by rubbing just a little to softly for that orgasm to come and he fucked her slowly gently, letting the feelings build higher and higher. After what seemed like forever of him teasing her looked looked at her and fluttered his fingers. Come for me. Now!” And she did, writhing on the bed struggling in her bonds as best she could and lifting her hips up from the bed, her body weight seemingly supported only by the bars he had linked her to. She fell back to the bed with a sigh and grinned at him. “May I have another?” He swatted gently at her dripping pussy causing her to jump and shudder again and looked at her, “Really?” and he swatted her again, landing the strikes firmly across her clit and pussy and she moaned. She felt like she was on fire. His hand moved in a slow pattern never ceasing the slaps and swats except to occasionally lean down and lick and suck at her clit for a moment to increase the sensitivity of her body. Eventually with one final, hard slap she tumbled over the edge and found herself shuddering on the bed, another orgasm wracking her restrained body. He smiled down at her. “Now it’s my turn, little one.”

He released her blindfold and wrists and ankles from the cuffs and rubbed gently at them to make sure she was OK. Then he walked over and pulled her up into his arms for a kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck and she held tightly to him for a long moment before he released her and push he back down on the bed. “I want you to suck me off gorgeous. And I want to watch you swallow my come. You can do that for me, little one.” She grinned eagerly and reached for the snap of his pants and made short work of them so she could get at his cock. Getting up on her hands and knees on the bed, she hungrily sucked him into her mouth humming as she did so. He bucked his hips, having been more than ready for her and knew he wouldn’t last long in her warm, wet mouth. She pulled away with an audible pop and liked his shaft like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the head. One hand cupped his balls and she gently played with them as she took him fully back into her mouth, relaxing her throat as she did so. She swallowed twice and he could feel the movement gripping at him before she back off just a bit, hollowing her cheeks to suck him hard. His hips were twitching constantly by now and he knew he was going to come soon. She loved sucking him off as much as he loved her doing it and she was damn good at it. As she squeezed his balls gently and again took him into her mouth with a moan he threw his head back, arching his hips into her mouth and shot his come down her throat. She swallowed every last drop happily and pulled away to grin up at him. He smiled at her, “And that wasn’t even everything we bought today.”

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Wicked Wednesday 264 – Nightmare (That’s Not How Good Girls Act)

“That’s not how good girls act, now is it Maria?” His voice was sharp and angry and disappointed. Maria hung her head knowing just how much trouble she was in. It was never good when Sir called her by her first name at home. And she also knew exactly what she’d done wrong. She had a feeling this punishment was going to be a severe one.

“So…my Babygirl decided to misbehave. Again. Breaking a rule that you’ve already broken how many times now? Three? And this makes four. What should I do with my little one?” Sir was thinking aloud just for her benefit she knew. She knew better than to masturbate or orgasm without his explicit permission, but sometimes she couldn’t seem to control herself. Maria knew right then and there that’ she’d better learn some more self control and very, very fast. “Sir, I’m so sorry Sir. I know I’ve been a screw up and you’ve been far more patient with me than I deserve. Tell me what I can do to make things right?”, her voice ended in a broken whisper as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her.

Dominic shook his head at her, “No Babygirl, there’s no wiggling out of this one with a pretty plea to make things better. I think we need a more severe punishment this time. Go to the bedroom, strip, and be waiting on the bed.” She walked away quickly, not daring to be even the tiniest bit slow to obey and Dominic wandered down to the basement where he had hidden a purchase he had hoped he wouldn’t have to use on his precious girl. But at this point, there seemed to be no other option. She was going to learn to obey him and all of his rules.

Going back upstairs, he left the device outside their room, and walked in to find her waiting as he expected. “Good girl. Now, your punishment starts with a spanking. With the cane.” His Babygirl made a face at the idea of the cane, but readily assumed the correct position for a spanking. His hand warmed and reddened her ass and the backs of her thighs before he applied the cane, which came down with even quick strikes too fast for her to count. By the end of it she was already in tears and she assumed this was just the beginning. Sir helped her roll over and even on the soft bed she whimpered a little as her ass and thighs made contact. “Now, lay back Babygirl and spread those thighs.”

Babygirl did as she was told and Sir grabbed some lube, dripping the coldness of it onto her clit. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation and he shot her an evil little grin. Immediately his fingers were there, touching her, tracing her skin, teasing lightly. Gradually his focus shifted explicitly to her clit and he rubbed and circled it and teased her until she was begging him to let her orgasm. He never stopped his ministrations on her clit, but looked at her, “No. You see, I’m going to tease you and touch you and torture you until I decide you’ve had enough, but you will NOT come. Understood?” She lowered her eyes and nodded miserably, “Yes Sir.”

Dominic inwardly groaned because this was torture for him too. He just wanted to fuck her and feel her clench around his cock. And he still might fuck her, but only because he wanted to come. He was very curious to see her reaction when he brought forth the last part of her punishment. Meanwhile, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, noting just how wet and ready she was. He wondered if she’d be able to help herself when his fingers hit her g-spot. Dominic began to stroke in and out over and over while he rubbed gently at her clit. Babygirl arched her back and began to beg again, this time her voice coming out in a rushed babble of words; he shook his head no at her and kept fingering her, kept teasing her clit. Now and then he reached up to pinch a nipple or caress a sensitive place before resuming playing with her rock hard clit. He knew this was truly torture for her, but hopefully she would learn from it.

Finally after what seemed like was hours to the punished sub, he stopped. Only to undo his jeans and smile as her as he slid his throbbing cock inside her pussy. “Remember, Babygirl, no coming.” Dominic began to fuck her hard and fast, taking his pleasure as he wished while his darling girl thrashed about on the bed, still begging for an orgasm, begging for him to come inside her. She was desperate at this point and knew she wouldn’t be breaking the rules again. Finally with a soft groan Dominic ground himself against her body, the touch setting her even further aflame and shot a load of come deep inside her. Babygirl could feel his cock twitching and the warm jets hitting her inner walls and wanted to squeeze down to make it better for him, but she knew if she did, she’d lose the tiny shred of control she had had left so she lay there, taking what he gave to her and waiting to see what would happen next. Her mouth was dry and her voice hoarse from the pleading and begging and she blushed at her actions.

Dominic pulled away from his lovely submissive and smiled down at her. “Go clean up.” She thought her punishment was over. He left the room for a moment to retrieve his purchase and waited for her to finish her ablutions. When she walked out of the bathroom he simply held it up. “Ohhhhh, no Sir, please no, not that…” Tears filled her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. “I told you, Maria, that you would learn your lesson this time. Now come here.” She walked over to him chastised all over at again at his use of her first name and stood with her legs spread letting him buckle the chastity belt in place. “You will ask me to remove it to relieve yourself, but otherwise you will wear this from now until I see fit to remove it. Be a very good girl and it will be soon. Misbehave and you’ll wear it longer. Understood.” Babygirl nodded, her face a mask of misery, but they both knew she had to learn somehow. What she didn’t know is that Sir had plans to push her to that edge again the next night and perhaps the following one as well. She’d just entered her own personal nightmare.

Wicked Wednesday 257 – A Different Sort of Arrest

Sir arrested her progress and pinned his favorite girl against the wall and held her there, kissing her lips, her neck, leaving tiny bite marks here and there and she just melted for him. Completely relaxed, she was unprepared for the sudden onslaught of his fingers against her clit. She was his toy and he played her as expertly as one might play an instrument. Suddenly she was right there, on the brink of an orgasm.

“Sir, please may I come for you?”, she gasped out between choked breaths of air. He smiled down at her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “No.” She moaned with frustration and began to wiggle and squirm helplessly in his grasp. After another moment he picked her up, hauled into the bedroom and grabbed the magic wand that was all ready to go. The moment the low buzzing hit her clit she almost screamed so intense was the feeling. “Now, you may come for me.”

Her back arched off the bed and she cried out, nearly sobbing when he turned the vibrations to the higher setting as her body shuddered and jerked, the involuntary movements exhausting, but not stopping. Amid the chaos of her orgasm he slid two fingers inside of her; she was so wet and he pressed hard against her g-spot urging her to just keep coming for him. “Such a good girl for Sir,” he praised and his words set off what was her third (or was it fourth?) orgasm. She was thrashing about on the bed and began begging him to fuck her, the words almost incoherent as she couldn’t catch her breathe to speak properly. Sir laughed, lubed up his entire hand and slid it inside of her sopping pussy. That wasn’t the fucking she had in mind, but a girl can’t be too picky.

She bucked her hips riding his hand as he sifted her and came again, never remembering that she should’ve been asking permission for her orgasms like a good little fucktoy. That was a something he wouldn’t let slide, but punishment could come later. Sir was having too much fun watching her orgasm and wanted her to be pushed further and further to see how far she could go. He knew he’d get a good answer and worked his hand around her movements, feeling her muscles squeeze and contract as she rocked back and forth.

Finally, she began to keen and he flipped off the vibrator, slipped his hand out and spoke. “What’s wrong Little One?” She shook her head and reached for him and he realized she must’ve just worn herself out and needed to be held. He happily obliged as he began to n her punishment for forgetting to ask permission. She would be his and she would be obedient. But right now she was a good girl and he wrapped her in his arms.

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Wicked Wednesday 251 – Necessary – (Punished Princess)

“What. Did. I. Say. Was. Necessary. Princess?” Said “Princess” hung her head shamefully. “That I be dressed and ready to go the moment you got home,” came a small voice. “Instead I arrived to a dilly dallying girl who can’t make up her pretty little mind and therefore we will now be late. That will make it necessary for punishment later.” Master quickly rummaged through Princess’ clothing and tossed garments on the bed or in her general direction depending on the garment. “Get dressed. Now. If you’re not ready in ten minutes I will leave you here and you’ll miss the fun. And you’ll be punished later for two infractions instead of just the one.”

The brunette he addressed quickly became a flurry of motion and started with the thigh high stockings and garter belt that had been tossed her way. She hastily completed her dressing and gave a quick check to her makeup that had been so carefully applied earlier before she lost track of the time. Her wild mane of curls suited the dress that she’d been instructed so recently to wear so she let them be, gave a spritz of her perfume and headed to find him, hoping she had made his time limit. Princess caught up to Master just as he was opening the front door to leave. He stopped and looked her over from head to toe and when his eyes met hers once again she saw the pleasure there. “Good girl. You look lovely, but don’t forget later.” The last half of his sentence was delivered as a warning that she would still be punished and punishment it would be, because although she enjoyed a good fun spanking, this was not going to be fun.

Later that night, after the events of the evening had come to a close, Master drove his Princess home occasionally shooting her wicked little grins that made her spine tingle. They arrived and he looked at her. “Inside. Strip to your stockings, leave the garter belt and shoes on, then meet me downstairs. And be quick.” Princess nearly stumbled in her high heels in her rush to complete her task, but he caught her gently in his arms. “Not so fast love. No injuring yourself now. That’s my job,” he said teasingly. And then he watched her go admiring the way she looked from behind and imagined just how that ass of hers would look later.

When she got downstairs to the basement turned playroom, Master immediately fitted her least favorite collar, a wide posture style that forced her head straight and left her unable to turn and look around. Then she was lead to the spanking bench (her favorite!) where Master got her settled, cuffing her hands together in front before catching up her feet in locking cuffs as well. Princess was getting excited until she felt him place a hand on her ass and lean in to speak very quietly to her, “Remember Princess, this isn’t going to be fun, you had that at the party earlier. Now your pretty little ass is mine.” And his hand came down with a gentle slap, making her gasp.

The gentle slaps gradually became harder strikes as her body warmed under his hand, to the feel of the hits he gave her. Soon enough he moved to a paddle, reddening her flesh further and driving her need higher. He laughed at her squirming and thwacked her harder with the paddle. Princess stilled immediately at that hit and it suddenly sunk into her head that this was not going to be fun, just like his earlier words had implied. She gasped trying to hold as still as possible and take the punishment that she knew her laziness had earned for her.

Princess heard the paddle being put away and then came the soft clink of metal on metal and the whisper of cloth as Master slid his belt from its loops. He gripped just enough of it in his hand to keep the buckle well clear and laid pretty stripes across her ass and the back of her thighs. She was trying not to cry out and failing as she realized the noise she heard was her own voice, wordless and vulnerably raw. This, this was the crux of her punishment and she began to openly cry now, hoping it would end soon. She was certainly feeling repentant from her earlier actions and she knew that the sight of her raw, reddened ass would only inflame Master further. She was a pain slut for him when he wanted to punish her and tonight he did. Princess wondered if he might fuck her, but then she remembered she was being punished. No orgasms would come her way tonight.

And like that the belt stopped and was laid down on a nearby table. Master picked up some lotion and slowly began working it into her skin, his fingers kneading and pinching a bit as he let it soak in and cool her skin a bit. Princess began to visibly relax as he did so and he smiled to himself. He knew she’d be wet and ready if he wanted her, but tonight wasn’t for her. So when he was done with her gorgeous ass, he snapped a few pictures of the view and moved around in front of her releasing his cock from his pants. He wrapped a hand around it and began jerking his cock. “You, Princess, were a naughty girl this afternoon and normally I’d only leave your pretty ass striped, but tonight I think you need a bit more humility to remind you of your place.”

He started into her eyes as he pumped his cock, watching her face, seeing how she tried to lean close enough that she could take him in her mouth, although she knew he was just out of reach. He remembered how she’d looked, all dressed up and all for him, he thought of her so recently spanked ass and looked at the vulnerable face before him, knowing she was his to do with as he please and groaned as her felt his orgasm rise. Princess strained to look down and away from his cock, knowing he would splatter her face and hair with his jizz. Finally just before he came she gave up, closed her eyes and resigned herself to the idea that she would be his come covered and spanked Princess whether she willed it or not. Master called her name and she opened her eyes momentarily to look at him, to see how close he was. As the first hot stream of come erupted from his cock she quickly closed her eyes again feeling it hit her cheeks and then her forehead as he spurted, covering her face with his come.

“Stay there and think about your indiscretion. I’ll be back shortly.” And he walked away to let Princess muse. Within moments he heard her small sobs and gasps and knew she was sorry. He gave her time to cry it all out and returned to her, wiping her face clean and putting his punished Princess to bed.

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Wicked Wednesday 246 – (Be Mine)

He was at a loss for Valentine’s Day. What to do? Then it hit him. Melissa was always quite aggressive in bed and often joked about tying him up. So that’s what he’d do.

And just to set the right mood, he went shopping. The perfect outfit was the delivered to her office on Valentine’s Day with a note for her to not open it at the office, but to stop by his place on the way home and change there. She’d be seeing him shortly. Melissa was intensely curious about what was in the box and what he had planned. As soon as she got to her car that afternoon the box was open and she was even more confused at the outfit he had picked out for her. But Melissa was game for almost anything so she went to his place to freshen up and change (and hoping to find a clue of what he was up to.)

Arriving home she unlocked the door and walked in to him kneeling nude by the door, a pile of rope coiled neatly by his side and a small flogger on the other. He would not look up at her and she gave a wicked smile as she realized the implications of what lay before her. “What a delightful surprise you are.” He dared to glance up at her and seeing her dressed the way she was immediately made him want to do anything for her, to make her happy. She was amazing and right now, he was hers.

“Hmmm…”, Melissa walked around him in her spiky boots simply looking at the man kneeling before her, delighted at the surprise and not quite sure where she wanted to start now that he was really giving her a chance. “Stand up. Let me see you.” There was a note of command in her voice that thrilled him and he rose carefully, making sure not to disturb the rope or the flogger or to touch her. He hoped in time he would get the chance to peel that leather dress from her lithe body. She ran her hands along his body, down his back, to squeeze that delightful ass and swatted him with the flat of her hand, hard enough to make certain she had his full attention. “So good. Silent until spoken to, obedient, and all mine aren’t you.” He nodded affirmatively.

“A few ground rules. You’ve chosen to trust me, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have a bit of a chat. When replying to me, you will call me Ma’am or Mistress.” “Yes Ma’am.” “Good. Now we’re going to use a system to keep you safe and help me keep you safe. I will check in with you periodically and you will answer with green, yellow, or red. Green means you’re OK, yellow means things are getting a little intense and we need to slow down or back off, and red means stop completely, at which point the game is over and I will take care of you. If you’re ready to begin, gather my toys and follow me. Melissa turned and walked up the stairs. She smiled to herself and thought about how much fun they were going to have. She was glad he trusted her with this.

She motioned for him to set the rope and the flogger on the bed then pulled him against her hard, pressing her body to his, feeling his erection against her. It was enough to make her want to just have him fuck her right then and there. “You’ve been good, but I think even good boys need a spanking from time to time. It reminds them of their place. Tell me where your place is.” “Wherever you want me to be Ma’am.” A quick nod and he was relieved to have given a correct answer. Melissa let him go and pushed him toward the bed. “Lean on it, palms flat, legs together.” As he complied her hand arced out to hit his ass again, no harder than before. “Once I’m done reddening this lovely ass of yours, you’ll get your first taste of leather. Would you like that?” “I think so Mistress.” His answer satisfied her and she spanked his ass over and over, stopped here and there to grope at the flesh that grew redder and redder for her. Eventually she picked the flogger up off the bed and leaned in to whisper in his is his ear. “Two things. You need to give me a green, yellow, or red, before this flogging starts and you will count each lash.” “Yes Ma’am, green Ma’am.”

Melissa nodded. The she stepped back and raised her hand, taking careful aim. She’d done this before, but not for a while and never with him. Her first hit landed square against his ass and his voice was a quiet, “One.” “Louder!” She swung again landing just a bit lower than the first hit. “Two!” This time his voice was strong and confident and she nodded as she began to work him over with the flogger. Melissa’s hits were relatively light, but gradually she made them harder and harder. He counted to twenty-five and called, “Yellow.” She stopped instantly and rubbed his ass gently. “No more of that. You did good. Next time I want you to try for thirty.”

His first thought was, “Next time??” Then he noticed that he had relaxed pretty thoroughly into the spanking and flogging and nodded to himself. “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Melissa smiled as he thanked her like a good pet should. She thought perhaps he was finding this to be more than just a novelty. Before Melissa let herself give in to that urge rising inside of her she positioned him on the bed and tied him so he could see her but not touch her. She slowly stripped off her dress and underwear, but left the boots.

“You’ve been good for me and good boys get rewarded.” She ran her fingers lightly along his dick, watching it twitch, watching a single clear droplet slide along the length of it. Her mouth encased his dick sucking hard once, twice, three times enjoying the sounds of pleasure he made. “Please Mistress, please fuck me. His hips bucked up off the bed as best they could and he stared plaintively down at her, ready to beg further should it suit her. But just now what suited her was his dick sliding into her very wet pussy. She slid herself up his body and sank down onto him, with a moan. “You feel so good right there. No coming until I tell you.” Her eyes bored into his and she rocked her hips back and forth, riding him, loving the feeling of his hips bucking beneath her. Several orgasm rolled through her testing his control and he was ready to beg to come for her when she ground her hips against him hard and growled at him, “Come.” His orgasm was so intense he cried out and nearly felt as though he could have a second one if she’d only tell him again. He’d do anything for his Mistress now.

 

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Kink of the Week Jan. 16th-31st – Safewords

So when I first started exploring kink, safewords were one of the first things I learned about. I didn’t learn, though, that in the heat of a moment, you can forget your safeword and it resulted in a bad experience for me. Despite the person I was playing with being my husband I never engaged in that sort of play with him again, chiefly because he ignored all the other  signs that I wanted him to stop, all because I blanked out on my safeword. So we had this plan of how things would go and it all went completely wrong. Suffice to say I was black and blue when I wasn’t ready for anything that intense.

Ever since then I’ve made certain that I had a safeword, even if I struggle to keep it in my head  because the action that’s occurring is so intense for me. Sometimes a safe signal may also be appropriate is the subject is bound and gagged. Personally I hate being gagged so this hasn’t ever come up for me. However, I have gone non-verbal during a scene and I think that is a time when a safe signal may have been good for me to have had. I think the topic is worth discussing with my partner.

With the relationship I am in now I do have a safeword, that I picked from a book based on a scene from said book and have used it. It is likely that at some point I will use it again. The first time I safeworded I felt like I had let my partner down and I honestly was in tears and never wanted to use my safeword again. I felt as though I had failed somehow. It took some doing and a long talk with them to reassure me that everything was OK. For the record, I still don’t like using my safeword, but I also know that my safety and his comfort are both paramount to how, when, and how often we play. If that trust between us were to be damaged because I didn’t safeword or he went too far and ignored it, I can’t imagine the harm that could do to us mentally or to our relationship.

My partner and I also use red,yellow, green to check in so sometimes my safeword immediately changes to red. At first I expected to dislike the red, yellow, green as I felt like it was…I don’t know, perhaps too simplistic, but believe  me when I say that I’ve come to appreciate it very much. Those words can sometimes be easier to recall than a safeword in the heat of the moment.

In addition to a regular safeword, plus the colors, my partner is also very observant of my wants and needs and can tell when I’m getting close to that too much is too much line and will stop to check in with me or just stop entirely.  Every time we  engage in an activity that requires a safeword, we verify it before we play and then things can progress from there. Overall, I feel that for me, in my relationships safewords are a necessary part of any kinky, or not kinky, fuckery. Listen to your body, trust the person you’re playing with, and don’t be like me and afraid to use your safeword.