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.



Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

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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 shift 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 trick 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.

Wicked Wednesday 299 – Pirates – (A Valuable Treasure)

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Gordon slipped onto the yacht, his tuxedo a perfect fit and nary a hair out of place. He scanned the room for his mark and found hear easily, dressed in black leather straps, a mini skirt, and matching boots. The outfit left little to the imagination. Now how to get her away from her handler. That seemed easy enough as Gordon watched the younger man eyeing several other women like meat. He walked over and indicated he’d watch the woman for him if he wanted to go look. The younger man agreed and walked away with a swagger. Gordon shook his head at all the leather and leashes around him. These crazy charity auctions were so overdone. He doubted most people in the room could even tell a flogger from a tawse.

Quickly Gordon grabbed her arm and propelled her though the room, “Hey where are we…?” “Hush, I’ll explain later, but right now you’ll be safer with me Princess.” Her eyes widened. No one was supposed to know who she was anymore, she’d dyed her hair and changed her name and done her best to hide from the prying eyes of society.

Before anyone had noticed the missing woman she was gone, whisked away by this handsome stranger, they were in a secluded room at the back of the ship. It was full of all sorts of delightful instruments of the best kind of torture and the young woman gave an involuntary moan and the sight and smell of everything. Gordon chuckled softly at her response and whispered softly, “Want to play?” She spun to face him, “I don’t even know your name.” “Gordon. Gordon Abbot.” “And just what makes you think I want to play, Mr. Abbot?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “Well, the noise you made just now was a pretty good clue. And your breathing has accelerated as well, not to mention the sound of your voice. All of those things suggest excitement. So, shall we have some fun before I whisk you away?” He issued the challenge with a glint of humor in his eyes, never expecting the leather skirted young woman in knee high boots, and a top that was more strap than top would slowly kneel in front of him.

Gordon smiled down at her, leering just a bit and ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you Princess.” “Yes Sir.” Her voice had lost some of the breathiness it had held before to be strong and sure and he realized she was a very confident young woman. Far different from the shy, retiring girl who had run away several years ago. “Up. And strip. Leave the boots.” Adrienne complied as quickly as she could muttering her annoyance at the strappy top she had worn. Gordon laughed and took pity on her, helping to untangle her from the top. And there she stood, naked and proud her chin lifted, but her eyes cast down, Gordon’s perfect image of a submissive. And he knew he was in too deep already.

He walked around her his hand tracing around her waist gently. He pulled her back against him and told her in no uncertain terms that she would come for him, until he was done with her. She could feel his erection against her ass and dared to wiggled against him which earned her a smack that was mostly noise. Around them in other rooms they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and it would only serve to enhance their own. He swatted her other ass cheek just as noisily and walked over to the wall, looking for specific things. First a wartenberg wheel, followed by a blindfold, but he ignored the spanking instruments for now. He didn’t think they’d have time for a proper spanking. Hell, they didn’t really have the time for this, but it was just too tempting.

Gordon blindfolded Adrienne and tickled her sides gently making her giggle. Her laugh was infectious and he chuckled as well. Then he leaned her forward and ran the wheel up her back, first on one side of her spine then the other. She arched into it and it was clear she enjoyed the sensations. He kept running it along her skin, varying the pressure and placement before eventually abandoning it in favor of using his own hands to touch her. Reaching around her body he palmed her breasts and pinched at her nipples hard at first then easing the pressure into something softer. She moaned under his hands and twisted against him. Gordon smiled as he could smell her sex and jerked her body against his with his sharp words. “Come. Now.” And Adrienne shuddered as her body responded to the commanding tone and the sensations that had threatened to overwhelm her. Gordon’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gently drawing out her pleasure and ready to take his own. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

His strong fingers stroked her vulva before delving gently into her cunt. She whimpered as he pulled his finger away and she listened to him suck her juices from his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “You taste good.” And his two fingers dove back into her body curling upward hard against her and Adrienne moaned for him. Her wetness drenched his hand and he grinned to himself. “I didn’t tell you to come for me Princess. But it’s OK. I like it when you do. Now do it again,” he insisted as his fingers moved inside of her. And she did.

This time when he pulled his fingers away he traced them against her lips and she opened her mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. She fairly purred against his skin and it was his turn to make a low noise in the back of his throat. Quickly he shed his pants, not worrying about the rest of his clothing. He knew time was running out to get the Princess off the boat. He bent her over and his cock teased her slit before sliding into a warm home inside of her and she gasped, tightening around him and coming hard as she had yet, nearly causing him to spend himself then and there. “Princess, if you do that again you’re gonna make me come too. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she hissed and squeezed him again. He swore softly and began to fuck her hard and fast now, not wanting to wait any longer. Her body shook under the weight of his onslaught and she would find bruises on her hips later.

With a high pitched squeal she orgasmed again and her cunt muscles fluttered and squeezed at his cock as hard as they possibly could. He gave one, two more strokes, then slammed himself against her as he came, filling her with warmth. They rested together for a moment, both breathless before he pulled away from her and stood up, grabbing a couple of towels for them to clean up. He was all business again. “Get dressed. We have to go.”


Wicked Wednesday – Chemistry – (Slow Burn)

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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.



Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)


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.


Learning to Submit

Sir yanked her forward across his knees and hiked her skirt up and her panties down and began to spank her ass hard and fast. She was in trouble again for her smart mouth and he didn’t care whether she was sorry or not right this second. Her ass was quickly peppered with hand prints and she had begun to cry quietly to herself. Despite the tears, her cunt was soaking wet and he stroked it gently making her shudder, before sliding her off his lap and onto the floor.

Hastily she assumed a most submissive position on her knees with her body been towards him almost as if in worship. He nodded approvingly at this, although she could not see him. “That’s the third time today you decided to run your smart mouth. Next time you do it your punishment will be more than just a severe spanking. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and spoke just above a whisper, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Now you’ve taken your spanking like a good girl, but we’re not done. I want you to go get your journal and you will write one hundred times, ‘I will not be smart with Sir’ and your handwriting had better be neat and legible.”

She stifled a groan at this as she hated writing lines, but right now she knew better than to say a word or he would double her lines and she’d miss any chance of getting back into his good graces. After some time had passed and her lines were written she presented the journal to Sir so that he may examine her work. “There, that’s what I wanted from you. Now come here Kitten and sit with me.” She cuddled up next to him, her ass still smarting and her still wishing for a good hard fuck that she knew she wasn’t getting. He idly petted her hair while half watching a program on TV and it would appear that they were the picture of domestic bliss.

“Kitten, would you like some cream?” She giggled and slid off the couch to kneel at his feet and he nodded at her. Happily she unbuckled his pants and pushed his boxers aside to get to his cock; she licked her lips and then licked his cock, treating it like a lollipop and getting it good and wet before taking him into her mouth. She sucked gently hollowing out her cheeks for the best suction and gradually worked her way down the length of his cock as close as she could to taking him into her throat. He watched her through dark eyes, a half smile on his lips and ran his fingers through her hair. “Good girl.”

Quickly his fingers clenched into her hair, holding her tightly as he began to fuck her face driving his cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Kitten did her best to relax for him and focused on keeping her breathing steady. Sir pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and moving slowly, slid back inside, pushing further and further this time until he felt her submit completely as he pushed into her throat. “Swallow.” She did so twice and was trying to pull away so she could get some air. He allowed this; after all one did not wish to break their toys. His grip in her hair loosened, but he never let go continuing to fuck her gently, letting her lick and suck as he did so. He tried to maintain a steady paced even as his impending orgasm approached, but when Kitten moaned around his cock, all bets were off.

Sir began to thrust quickly, his rhythm faltering while Kitten plied her tongue and lips to get the cream she so desperately wanted. He was rapidly losing control and let his grip on her hair go completely, his hips rocking back and forth. Kitten made another noise that vibrated along the length of his hardness and he groaned softly. “That’s my girl. You swallow every drop, you understand?” His voice was slightly strained and Kitten nodded affirmatively never taking her eyes from his as she sucked and licked and played with his cock in her mouth. A quiet rushing sensation filled his head and he shoved his hips forward one final time as he began to shoot jets of his hot come into Kittens mouth. She almost couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up, but she did and every drop went straight into her belly. She loved the taste of him, of his come, and slowly pulled her lips from his cock to tell him so. He laughed softly and sank back onto the couch while she knelt there at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. They enjoyed a long moment of companionable silence before she spoke, with a giggle in her voice. “Thank you for the cream, Sir.” He laughed and pulled her up against him for a kiss. “Anytime you like Kitten. You’re becoming such a good girl for Sir.”


Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)


He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”