“Suck it up and get back into position before I give you another. Oh look, there is a puddle of pre-cum on the floor. I can’t wait to punish you for that. Get over here now and start licking my pussy and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She was sitting on the edge of the chair, and she spread her legs up over its arms, wantonly exposing herself. Her pink and purple labia glistened with her juices that were now running down into her ass. He licked her thighs and worked his way up to her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled it firmly into her vulva.
“I’m way past foreplay. Suck my clit. NOW.”
He sucked the whole clitoris into his mouth. Sucking the glans out from its hood, he began licking the clitoral glans with the underside of his tongue. He was totally into it now, inhaling her energy into his mouth and taking it down to his heart and sending it back to her as he exhaled. Her hips began thrusting, so he worked to keep the stimulation as steady as he could. Her head was moving from side to side, and she was moaning and panting as her orgasm overcame her.
He gradually backed off, but kept his tongue connected to her clit until her breathing slowed. His mouth was now covering her whole vulva, and he brought his right hand up and lightly stroked her thigh. Another sensual delight for him as he savored the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs.
After stroking her thighs, he sucked on her clit. He slipped the index finger of his right hand into her vagina, seeking the urethral sponge. He hooked his finger around her pubic bone and drew it out little by little, down the urethral tube until he could feel the urethral opening. Back in again with his finger, finding the pubic bone, stroking it from side to side and then slowly dragging his finger back down the swollen urethral tube. He put two fingers in and repeated that stroke.
She shouted and clamped her vaginal sphincter down hard as her second orgasm erupted. She was tossing her head side to side and moaning. Chase knew she was in that ecstatic space, and he wanted to keep her there as long as he could.
As soon as she let up on that clamp in her vagina, he began licking her clit and stroking her urethra. Her body convulsed with hip thrusting that felt like it might break his nose. She was shouting and moaning and as her spasms subsided; she put her hand on his head to stop his stimulation. Her body continued to quiver and shake as the kundalini energy ran through her.
“Go lay on the bed, on your back with your arms at your sides. Quickly,” she said.
He moved to do as she said. She straddled him. Kneeling so that her pussy was over his still throbbing erection. She took his cock, slid a condom on him, and slid it back and forth over her clit, and then into her opening and slowly slid down onto him.
“Don’t move. Just lie here and move the energy between us.”
With her wet pussy sheathing his cock, she leaned forward, lying on his chest. She tilted her mouth up and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing with each other.
“Breathe your energy out of your cock, into me.”
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back gently as he felt her energy flowing out through the connection of their tongues. As he inhaled, he visualized her energy coming down into his heart. Then taking the energy further down his spinal channel, connecting to his cock and then out into her waiting pussy.
After almost twenty minutes of that, she clenched her vaginal muscles twice and gradually lifted herself up and off him.
She looked down at him and said, “That was a lovely dance, and you let me lead the whole time. Are you OK? Do you need anything from me?”
“It was amazing. I’m so sexually charged up. But I think that the punishment I’m due will probably help take that edge off a little.”
“I’m going to need a cup of coffee before I can do much of anything, much less give you the beating you want. Let’s take a break in the kitchen.”
~
When they had settled at the table with their coffees, she was in a beautiful dressing gown. He was naked and looking at her in that artfully opened gown that just gave a hint to her erect nipples made his cock even harder.
She asked, “How did you come by the name ‘Chase?”
“My dad gave me that name. It was an old French nickname for ‘hunter’. What about Brigid? Does that have any special significance?”
“Brigid is the Celtic goddess of wisdom, so I’m happy with that. But what I really want to know is how did an alpha guy like you come to submit to female torture?”
“That’s a good question, and the answer is, I don’t know. All I can tell you is that when I was a teenage boy jerking off, the highest arousal was when I had ropes around my balls looking at pictures of dominant women.”
“You were into CBT before you knew it was a thing. What about spanking?”
“Same thing. I felt I had to be punished for what I was doing, so I would make a kind of paddle and swat myself on the ass. I would make a noose around my balls and hang an eight-pound window sash weight from my balls. Then I would swat my ass until I couldn’t take any more and only then would I let myself cum.”
“So you’ve been doing this for a long time, right?”
“Actually, I suppressed it for many years, thinking I was too weird.”
“How did you get back into it?”
“I know this sounds funny, but what got me back to doing what I love was getting sober. When I quit the drugs and alcohol, my mind cleared up, and I had something like a spiritual awakening. I realized that what brought me so much joy wasn’t wrong, it was just who I was. I wasn’t hurting anyone else, so why not do what brought me so much pleasure and ecstasy?”
“Well, you certainly brought me a lot of pleasure and ecstasy. Kudos to you for finding your way.”
“Thanks. You were great. Do you do this a lot?”
“This is the first time I’ve played in five years.”
“Wow. You’re kidding. I’m honored that you choose me, but why so long?”
“After my husband, Mark, died, I was a complete wreck. I couldn’t function much at all. If it wasn’t for Pauline and Jim, I’m not sure what I would have done.”
“Oh God. That must have been hard for you. I’m so sorry.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of grief therapy and truthfully, playing with you has helped to open me up.”
“How did you meet him?”
“Many years ago, he was my professor in astrophysics and my doctorate mentor. After I published my thesis, and I was no longer one of his students, I asked if he could help me find a job. He asked me to lunch, and that led to a dinner date and concert dates and seduction. I think I was doing most of the seducing. He was a handsome guy who stayed in shape, and I wanted him, not just for his body but for his amazing, brilliant mind.”
“So. you’re a sapiosexual. Me too. Was he into BDSM?”
“He told me about his B&D proclivities and that his ex-wife left him because she wouldn’t do what he liked. I told him I knew nothing about kinky sex. So, he had a list of books and bondage sites on the web and told me to read all the books and look at the sites and if I wanted to play that way, I should call him.”
“Obviously you called.”
“When I went to his house the first time, he opened the door. He was naked and immediately invited me in and asked me to take off my clothes. I did, and we just stood there looking at each other. He had an erection which was probably a little below average, but his scrotum was long, and his balls were big.”
“Did it bother you he didn’t have a large cock?”
“Not at all. I don’t orgasm from penetration, anyway. It’s the clit for me, although G spot stimulation helps sometimes.”
“A lot of women are like that.”
“He had a voracious sexual appetite that had been suppressed for years. My body has always been pretty good, and he worshipped it every chance he got. I would sit on his face, and he would lick me for hours. It was more than just licking. We connected deeply using all that orgasmic energy, and it would put me into a meditative state that lasted for hours.”
“God, Brigid, that sounds like a dream come true. He sounds like an amazing man.”
“He was. I still miss him, and I seem to be healing because I really enjoyed playing with you. I’m not done with you. Let’s go back to the playroom. I want to beat your ass.”
~
She shrugged off her dressing gown, then reached to grab his cock, and pulled him into the playroom. She let go of his cock and said, “Stay.”
He watched her go to a cabinet where she pulled out a strap-on harness that had two dildos attached. She lubed up the one that was attached to the inside of the harness and inserted it into her vagina and adjusted the straps.
The dildo that was attached to the outside of the harness was a behemoth. It had a short, tapered head that quickly expanded to a two-inch diameter. Four inches further down the shaft, it expanded to a two-and-a-half-inch diameter and the overall length was eight inches. There were ridges all along the shaft, which he knew would stimulate his anus. He knew he could handle the two-inch diameter, but two and a half inches would stretch him painfully.
“Do you like my cock?”
“Yes Mistress. It turns me on and frightens me. That wide section at the end scares me. I’ve never had anything that big in my ass.”
“Don’t worry. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging for it. Get down on your knees and see how much of this cock you can get in your mouth.”
Damn, I don’t like sucking real cocks, much less plastic ones. It wasn’t a hard limit for him, so he sank to his knees and got about three inches of the monster into his mouth.
“That’s not bad. Work it in and out and see if you can go a little deeper.”
She put her hands on the back of his head and gently pushed the dildo deeper into his throat. He was gagging and pulled back, and she relaxed her grip.
“Good. Keep trying. I know you’re not going to take it all, but I want to see how hard you’re willing to work for me. Show me some commitment.”
He kept bobbing his head, and each time it went a little deeper until he had the whole two-inch portion in his mouth. He was gagging and drooling like crazy, but it felt like an accomplishment.
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