A First Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wicked Wednesday – 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 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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