Wicked Wednesday 316 – (Bound Release)

Diana smiled as she walked around her partner in a circle, looking at her work wrapped around her beautiful body. The rainbow patterned rope suited Anna’s personality and stood out wonderfully against her skin. Di had multiple hand holds she could use to position her, a gorgeous harness which highlighted her lovely tits, and overall felt like this was her best rope work yet. She was still learning though, just like we all are and noted some small improvements could be made. But that wasn’t important now.

What she wanted now was Anna. And she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, lead her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. She used her hands to tease and caress Anna’s skin, deliberately at first avoiding any really sensitive places, although she did tickle her a bit, just to see her squirm and hear her laugh. When she laughed the ropes tightened a bit and she gasped at the reminder of them and began to squirm a bit, testing them out while her lover touched her. Finally Diana tweaked her nipples gently and the bound woman moaned, arching into her hands. She squeezed her tits, feeling her nipples harden further and leaned down to take them, one at a time into her mouth, sucking gently as she wriggled in her bondage.

Suddenly our rigger grabbed the front of her harness, yanked her up, spun her around and bent her over. She barely had time to catch her breath as several sharp spanks were delivered to her ass. Anna moaned at the feeling and shook her ass at Diana, daring her to hit her again. So she did, another dozen hits that left her ass red and just a little stingy, nothing more. And an instant later Diana was pushing herself into her lover’s cunt, that tight, wet cunt that belonged to her and her alone. She fucked her until she orgasmed around her cock, then pulled out and hauled her up the bed, letting the ropes bite at her skin. A soft flogger came down across her chest, catching both nipples at once and she yelped in surprise trying to get away instinctively. She grabbed the front of the ropes and held her in place while she flogged her tits a couple dozen times, then again took her nipples into her mouth, soothing the pain the best way she knew how.

Her fingers found Anna’s clit, rock hard and throbbing, and her cunt just below still dripping from her first orgasm. She teased her, laughing at her as she writhed against her pretty ropes. Finally three fingers slid inside of Anna and curled against her g-spot, which left her lifting her hips from the bed and crying out. She held her up, suspended by her shoulders and the rope while Diana made her come again before letting her fall back onto the bed like a rag doll. She couldn’t stop moving now as she enjoyed the pressure of the rope and Anna yearned to touch her, but her hands were bound just as well as her body.

Once more Diana pressed against her, into her, filling her with her cock and began to fuck her hard using the ropes wrapped at her hips to drive deeper into her, making the entire bed shake as they fucked. Anna did her best to meet Di, thrust for thrust, but with her hips being held in place it was difficult and only caused more squirming from her. The squirming plus the ropes and the feeling of being so full of Diana’s cock made Anna come again, this time with a loud screeching moan that seemed loud enough to wake the neighborhood And Anna fell back, completely spent. Diana wanted more, but knew it would wait and removing the blindfold, quickly began to untie the other woman, not wanting to leave her bound for too long, one because there was always safety to consider and two because she wanted to feel Anna’s arms around her.

Finally free, Anna gave a cat like stretch, then reached for Diana, pulling her close. “I think I like it when you tie me up. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Or maybe you can show me how to tie you up.” And she gave a naughty little grin as Diana’s eyes widened at the possibility.

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KOTW – Edging (Close)

My hands were cuffed above my head, my legs held open because to close them would mean a punishment for disobeying. He had me exactly where we both wanted me to be. And his fingers worked gentle, delicate magic tracing the outline of my pussy, stopping to gently rub my clit or dip a finger inside, smearing my wetness across my already slick skin.

I’d been like this, frozen in time, for what seemed like an eternity as he teased me, letting me chase the orgasm I so desperately wanted, but was continuously brought to the edge, of and then denied. Despite his command to be still I couldn’t help but squirm a little as he touched me, the pace and pressure once again increasing. He was going to drag this out before he finally let me come I knew. And while I whined about not getting my orgasm right away (which earned me a Look) I knew things would be so much better this way.

A small bullet vibe came into play soon after and brought me even closer to losing control. I wanted to just let go, but until I heard his voice saying those words in my ear I wouldn’t do it. Not this time. This time was for his pleasure, for him to feast upon the little noises and small movements that he wrought from me while both simultaneously giving and denying me pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss me, his fingers and the vibrator still moving against my skin and I moaned freely against his lips arching upward to meet his hunger, yearning to satisfy both him and that ache I could feel deep inside. Lips left a heated trail down my neck to the valley between my breasts before sliding back up the other side and back to my lips. I wanted more and squirmed beneath his hands, his lips, his very presence.

And finally, finally after what felt like hours he slipped two finger into my pussy curling them against my g-spot as he held the vibe steady against my clit. I was close and getting closer every moment. Would this finally be the time he allowed my release? Perhaps or perhaps not. I thrust my hips against his hand and he added a third finger stretching me just a little, a feeling that left me gasping for breath.

He kissed me again, one final time and leaned over to whisper softly in my ear. “Come for me, little one.” And I did, bucking hard, incoherent moans escaping my mouth as the orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, broke down my walls, and left me in my most primal state. The vibrator was tossed aside and fingers removed, leaving me empty, but only for a moment before his cock found me.

“Come again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” So I did as I was told, head tossed back in ecstasy. Then he began to fuck me hard, drawing out that second orgasm for long minutes as I could do nothing but whimper and come for him. And then, then he came for me as well and we were linked together inextricably for a long period. Eventually he slipped away from me and pulled me close to him whispering soft words. I dozed in his arms, secure there and happy, closer to him than ever.

Wicked Wednesday 302 – Games (Playing with the Princess)

Princess Adrienne, under guard’s orders, stayed nude for three idyllic days while they hid in the relative safety of the small house. Meals and laughter were shared, touches freely given, and she was his. His to love slowly, his to fuck hard, and his to enjoy in any way he chose.

On the third night he proposed a game. And improvising with a silk tie that had been tucked neatly into the dresser, Adrienne found her hands bound together above her head. Gordon pulled her close, his hands trailing gently down her body, finding the most sensitive places just to tease and torment. “Alright Princess, here’s the deal, you’ve spent the last few days learning what I like and want and some of it obviously matches up with your desires. But I want to know more. And I will play with you until you tell me something and only then can you come for me. Then we’ll start again.”

So he kissed her soundly and began to pinch and pull at her nipples, knowing he’d find her dripping wet soon enough. Adrienne relaxed into Gordon’s arms enjoying being the center of his attention and made a soft contented noise. He wondered if she’d be making such noises momentarily and gently squeezed her breasts in his hands, his palms rubbing across her nipples gently. She squirmed a little and one hand snaked up to her hair, pulling gently, “Tell me something, Princess.” “I..I don’t know I can’t think…” “That’s the challenge my dear. Now tell me.” Her voice was a soft exhalation as she tried to pay enough attention to her thoughts to form them into some semblance of coherency.

“I want, want to be collared and be treated like a spoiled pampered Kitten. No eating off the floor or anything, just to feel that collar and being led by my leash…mmmmm.” Gordon chuckled to himself, thinking that she was definitely still quite a Princess at heart and never letting go of her hair, he slid his other hand down and found her clit, tracing small circles around it, which made her wiggle back into him and she felt his cock stiff against her ass. His grip in her hair tightened sharply and the pressure against her clit suddenly increased as his voice rang through her head. “Come for me.” Adrienne’s hips jumped and she arched her back as her first orgasm hit. They continued to play the game, Gordon edging her closer and closer to an orgasm until she could gasp out what she wanted, until her mind was free enough to speak the words.

Several orgasm later (at least four) he held her and spoke. “Once more, Princess. Tell me a thing.” This time found him slipping two fingers in and out of her drenched pussy and smearing the wetness he found there along her skin, covering her in her own musk and then finding her pussy again. By this time she couldn’t stop her small movements, twitching and writing against him, grinding back against his cock that she wanted so much. The game had lent her courage and finally she found the thing that she herself felt was the most taboo thing a woman could want, although it was perhaps, more common than she knew. “I want you to flip me over and fuck me…fuck my ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass,” she gasped out, her face turning a shade of pink that Gordon had never seen before. His voice was hushed, “Shall I spank you first?” And without being told she orgasmed hard at his words, riding his fingers, begging for more. He slipped another finger into her and fucked her through the next orgasm before flipping her to her stomach.

She didn’t have time to think before his hand was raining across her ass and she lifted herself to meet the stinging hits, the ones that started off as noise and finally ended up as harder smacks, ones that turned her skin red and made his palm ache a little. But he didn’t stop. As he spanked her his fingers found her pussy again and rubbed, fluttering against her and she moaned. “Please, Sir, please let me come for you?, her voice ended on a moan as her pussy clamped around his fingers and she orgasmed again whether he wanted her to or not. Gordon laughed softly, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Bad girl Princess. Or should I start calling you Kitten?” Adrienne whimpered and he felt her tighten again as he pulled away. “Now then, do you want me to fuck your ass? To take my cock in the most secret of places and see how good it feels?” He deftly reached for a well placed bottle of lube and deliberately dripped the cold gel directly on to her skin. She shivered at the feeling, but only lifted her body higher, trying to give him access to her ass as best she could, despite her nerves and slight fear of making a mess. But his fingers began to rub gently, carefully and he talked her through everything he did, first inserting a single finger and fucking her gently with it, then stretching her slowly more and more. He could tell she’d never done this before and as much as he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Princess, are you sure you want this?”

She nodded into the bed, a muffled affirmative coming from her lips. So he lubed up his cock liberally and placed the tip of it against her asshole. She wriggled against him and they both made soft noises at the feeling. He saw one hand slide beneath her body so she could stroke her clit and he smiled. Then carefully he began to push, easing forward a bit, then sliding back, over and over until she was nice and relaxed and the head of his cock entered her ass. He heard her voice against the bed, “Oh..my…god. That feels so good.” And he watched her fingers speed up against her clit as she took a deeper breath, “More.”

Slowly he slid forward watching his cock being enveloped by her ass and groaned at the sight. “Check in, Princess.” “Please fuck me.” He laughed at her version of checking in, wrapped his fingers around her hips and did just as she asked, very gently before moving harder and faster. Her fingers fairly danced upon her skin and she babbled incoherent words about him fucking her ass and coming before she lost all control and orgasmed with a loud wail escaping her lips. The sudden tightness around him was his undoing. And their bodies clashed together one final time before falling apart in a heap on the bed.

 

Kink of The Week – Blindfolds – (Bite Me)

Darkness enveloped her completely. She stood still, focused on her breathing. Deep, slow breaths. In and out. Gradually she allowed her other senses to begin to take over. But she heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing, yet raised her fingers to touch the velvety blindfold that kept her still and silent. She merely waited.

Finally she heard footsteps approaching. Was it only one set or several? She couldn’t quite tell. Then she knew she wasn’t alone. This should’ve scared her. She’d never done anything like this before but Emile had assured her she would be quite safe. She wasn’t food, merely prey to be toyed with. She gave a sudden start as she felt fingernails glide down her back slowly, with just enough pressure for her to know that they were quite sharp. Then a familiar smell came to her and she turned her head in the direction, knowing it was Emile’s cologne. A hand, his she thought, touched her face and his words whispered only for her to hear. “Relax ma chérie. This will be about both your pleasure and ours. Nothing more.” And his lips trailed down her throat sensuously, letting her feel the faintest touch of his teeth and she shuddered. But now she knew for certain that there were multiple…people, she guessed, in the room with her.

Her breathing settled once more as she stood there and heard the soft murmurs of conversation around her, both in English and in scattered French. It seems there was some argument over how to use the pretty girl whom Emile had so generously provided for them. The waiting was driving her a little crazy and she felt the wetness between her thighs only increase. The press of bodies surrounded her now, touching her fair skin, running fingers through her dark brown hair and a voice mused about the color of her unseen eyes. Someone drew her hands behind her and held them there as she felt lips press to hers for a kiss. More hands reached for her flesh, caressing everywhere, except for the spot she most wished they would touch.

Shortly they tired of merely touching and kissing and her hands were released as she was guided to her knees on the soft floor. A soft moan escaped her as she felt more submissive than ever, surrounded by this small crowd who could easily hurt her, but were choosing not to. With a sudden start she realized she wanted to feel Emile’s lips and teeth against her neck, sinking into her skin while they all watched. She whispered his name. He was at her side in a flash and she hastily communicated her desire in a hoarse whisper that they all heard and smiled at. Emile’s lipped brushed against her neck again. “Soon…but first, be a good little plaything for everyone.” And soft laughter rang out as the first of many cunts and cocks found their way to her waiting mouth. She moaned for them and writhed and grew wetter with each passing moment. When she went to reach between her legs she was stopped with a gentle admonishment and gentler hands. “Don’t make us bind you,” came a delightful, feminine voice.

There was a brief argument over who would fuck her first and finally a coin was flipped to avoid an old fashioned duel to the undeath. They bent her forward and she sighed with pleasure as she felt two fingers sink into her cunt before being replaced in a slow stroke by a hard cock that fucked her mercilessly. His hands held her hips and someone else tweaked at her nipples roughly, pulling her further towards the floor. As she leaned down and tilted he body against her unknown lover she could smell the wet cunt near her face and brought her lips down to it sucking and licking hungrily as she was fucked from behind. She lost herself in these sensations and her own orgasm came as a surprise to her. It washed though her body as she was fucked harder and hard. She squirmed and clenched against it, only wanting more now and she got exactly that as the woman at her mouth came hard with a soft scream and coated her face. Someone else knelt down for a kiss and licked her face to taste the juices left there by her female lover. And then the man behind her slammed his hips into hers brutally and she felt him come with a roar of pleasure.

It became a blur after that as she was fucked sometimes in her pussy, sometimes not, as she tasted the uniqueness of the different women and men in the room. Through it all Emile was there with her petting her hair, reminding her who she belonged to, and teasing her about undoing the blindfold. She begged him not to, her natural shyness for a moment overriding her pleasure. He gave a laugh and assured her he would not.

And as the fucking and sucking and licking and tasting all came to an end; as both she and her multiple partners were spent Emile kissed her hard and fierce. “Je suis fier de toi ma chérie.’’ He pulled her up against him holding her close while she was begging him for what she wanted. There was a collective sigh in the room at her words and Emile swore softly. He hadn’t wanted to do it like this, but knew that in his heart of hearts he could deny her nothing. He kissed her again, gathering her fully into his lap where she wrapped her arms around him tugging gently so she didn’t lose her nerve.

She felt his lips on her neck and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, waiting to feel the sharp pain she expected. Instead he merely sucked gently at her skin tasting her, feeling her pulse beat and settled her so they were lying together on the carpet. Once he had her just so he reached his hand down her body, traced her clit with a finger over and over until she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his hand. With no warning his fingers found their way into her dripping cunt and as she orgasmed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, he bit down. She felt a tiny sting through the haze of pleasure and then a curious sensation of pulling at her neck that made her moan. Her body rode his fingers as he took his fill of his beauty as his peers looked on, some enviously, but mostly just appreciative of the spectacle before them. With a soft kiss to the wound he pulled away from her and stroked her hair as she lay sated on the carpet. Shooing the others away he waited a moment before slowly removing her blindfold and smiled at her, his lips blood red and his eyes dancing.

 

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.

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.

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.