She gives a slight knock on the door and doesn’t hear an answer so she peeks in. He looks almost angelic in his sleep…but she knows better. Her ass certainly knows better too! Creeping into the bedroom she crawls like a cat stalking it’s prey onto the bed. He stirs, likely feeling the bed shift but doesn’t wake up. As he shifts she freezes and tries to read his face in the low light, a predator tracking its prey, thinking it was discovered. Realizing he’s still asleep she curls in next to him and warms up a little. After her hands are no longer cold she reaches around and starts playing with his nipples. He moaned and they hardened but he was still asleep and dinner was getting cold. She traced his trail of body hair down from his chest to his flaccid cock. She had hoped it would be hard. It’s much more fun hard, she thought. She began gently teasing it and playing with it. Life began to bloom in her prey as it’s cock grew, blood slowly building in the spongy tissue. It was a little to floppy (giggling to herself at the thought of a floppy dick as opposed to the floppy disks from when she was a kid) so she did what she did best. She carefully moved around him and positioned herself so that she could put the “floppy dick” in her mouth. She really wanted it in her “hard drive” but knew it wasn’t hard enough to mount and ride yet plus she wanted to play some more before he woke up.
Taking the semi flaccid cock in her mouth also reminded her of playing with a fat thick spaghetti noodle which she snickered at a little out loud. Watching him for signs of being awake, half floppy cock in her mouth, she resumed her teasing feeling it slowly grow to its full size. Well, lubed with her spit at this point, she takes out the fully hard shaft and begins to play with it, tracing her tongue along the shaft, sucking on the little v-shaped spot that was so sensitive for him just where the skin starts underneath the head. Then she thought it a good idea to play with the little bit of pre-cum starting to build up. So…sticky, she thought as she squished some between her thumb and forefinger, I thought this was supposed to be the cock’s version of lube, she thinks watching the rainbows of tackiness form and separate as she slowly opened the fingers.
She continues to stroke him…hmm, now I can ride it, she thinks and she carefully climbs on him, slowly and deliberately impaling herself on the cock, relishing the feel as his head pushes her lips apart then every fraction of an inch as she slides down further taking him into her until she was filled, especially with the vibrator still going. She gently worked her hips, slowly riding it, controlling the speed and tempo. She could feel another rolling orgasm building, this one was going to be big, her eyes closed to embrace the feeling building in her.
Suddenly she was flying through the air and bounced on the bed. In a flash he was on top of her, pinning her hands to bed smiling at her.
“Did you enjoy yourself sweetie?” he crooned.
“I couldn’t help it! The plug gave me a couple and I was trying to be cute waking you up. And your cock looked so cute laying there all like a noodle! Then it got hard and, well, it was just a shame to waste such a strong erection…” she trailed off giving him her best innocent puppy dog look.
He hooked his leg around her and as he rolled off her, he used his leg to roll her on her side, pulling her into his chest. She snuggled in, the chest hairs tickling her face. She always felt so at peace like this, being held and listening to his heart beat. They stayed like this for a minute with him occasionally kissing the top of her head.
Then he begins to sniff the air. “Is that, sniff, garlic bread I smell?”
She jolts back from her reverie and remembers, “Oh yeah, that’s why I came back and got distracted. I was trying to wake you up for dinner. It’s all ready for you!”
He kisses her one more time before putting on a lightweight robe he kept there for such occasions. And they headed to the kitchen. The food had cooled a bit too much but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed with a microwave.
The nap seemed to help him a good deal, he was far more chipper and engaged during dinner than earlier. Making his usual jokes keeping the meal entertaining. She loved that about him, his humor, his openess, it all made her feel as if she could do no wrong, but if she did, she knew he would punish her appropriately as they had agreed. She was a bit of a pain slut and she trusted him, after several years now, he had never broken her trust or broken a boundary or limit.
Dinner finished and they curled on the couch watching the electric fireplace while finishing their wine. Reds always made her a bit flushed in the face. She’d read it was the tannins but wasn’t really sure how grape skin could make her blush like this. She knew not to have more, what was planned would take them into the wee hours of the morning and she wanted to be awake and sober to enjoy her sub space journey. She knew he would be stopping as well. He never wanted to lose control while in a scene. Mainly because being sloppy meant she’d get hurt and he’d never forgive himself.
Setting the glasses down, he rolls her over to her stomach to look at the fading hand prints on her ass. No longer angry red, they were still a bright pinkish red. A little more faded than he hoped but nothing a flogger wouldn’t fix.
She looks back at him over her shoulder and wags her butt in his face, “See anything you like back there?” she taunts with a smile and glint in her eyes.
Spreading her cheeks he pushes on the plug and tugs at it, testing the fit, before sliding his hands around to her pussy. He massages the bare mound, then moves his fingers to straddle her lips, she called it a “fat pussy” but he didn’t see it, he loved it as it was and was fond of spanking it among other things.
He worked her lips, massaging and pulling and pinching them, eliciting small moans of appreciation and pleasure. Parting them with his fingers, he easily found her swollen clit. Lightly tracing his finger around the tissue without touching and so lightly, she could barely feel his touch, had begin to writhe. She started groping him, trying to break his concentration on her, trying to entice him enough to fuck her truly or at least eat her pussy. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, it burned with pent up energy, she needed him, her nails digging into his thighs, she needed him to need her…now.
He swats each cheek hard enough to get a surprised “yip” from her and sets her on the ground. She immediately assumes her kneeling position, knees apart, shoulders back and squared, chest thrust forward, hands gripping the opposite elbow behind her back. She cannot however, hide the ache of longing in her eyes, nor the slick patch between her legs.
He stands and without a word, walks back to the bedroom. Knowing he wants her to stay she hold her pose and awaits his return. He was not gone long, returning with the rope lengths and some of his favorite toys to use. He asks her to stand, helping guide her up as she kept her arms in position. She now changes her pose to her feet being shoulder width apart and her hands over her head.
She can hear him and feel his presence working behind her. She hopes it’s the rope he’s readying.. Then she see his arms wrap around her with the jute rope. After a few moments of careful tying, her arms are tied and locked behind her, as close to touching as anatomically possible. The rope on her arms was attached at several points on her back to a chest harness that criss-crosed her upper torso and bound her her breasts tight.
To her firm breasts he attached nipple clamps and a small weight to generate some small constant pressure on them. She readily obeyed and patiently waited for him to finish, yearning for more. More rope, the feeling of being bound made her feel safe and small. The tightness of the bindings, a reminder of her gift to him, her body, her heart. The burning requirement for more orgasms, to release the pent up longing that furiously gnawed at her soul, demanding attention and satisfaction. More cock, because she need to feel his skin, all of his skin touching hers. Feel his hardness as it entered her holes, leaving them filled. She craved to have him use her, body and soul for his pleasure.
He finished tying her and placed a silicone dildo in her pussy, taking some time to slide it in and out gently, ensuring it was well lubed in her own juices, ensuring to hit her g-spot each and every time. He knelt her down so that the base of the dildo was trapped by her feet. Whenever she moved there would be movement from her dildo further maddening her. The plug and dildo still in place, she was filled to capacity with the vibrations rumbling through the thin wall of tissue separating her ass from her vaginal canal. The dildo was very softly vibrating.
She looked at him, tried to meet his gaze but the slightest tilting of her back to gaze up, moved the phallus enough to almost make her cum.
“Sir…I’m going to cum…I…(ugnh)…don’t know how…much…longer I can hold…(grrh)…it,” she begged through clenched teeth.
His sole response was to grab her head and push his hard cock immediately as far back as it would go in her mouth. He held it there, her throat blocked with his cock, his trimmed hair tickling her nose. His scent overwhelming her.
She started to gag and could feel herself getting ready to heave. She quickly started to panic, her eyes widened, now filled with tears from the intrusion, her mouth running freely with her drool. She was struggling to breathe, her face red before he finally pushes her head back, air flooding her lungs, a quick cough and another gulp of air then he pulls her head all the way down again burying his member in her throat. Once again he held her there, she had regained some composure with a few quick gulps of breath during her last break moments ago. Now she was focusing on breathing through her nose. It wasn’t easy, a nice dinner, some wine and a cuddle, but this was intrusive…her body screamed at her to get this object out of her, didn’t she know she had to breathe?? But she fought her urges, she fought her desire to wrench free and gulp air, filling her lungs again. No, this was what he wanted. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, they had done this many times before…she trusted him. With that acknowledgement, her panic began to subside. She began to relish his shaft deep in her throat. To show him she was now calming and enjoying it, she gently worked her throat muscles, contracting them ever so slightly to grip and caress his head.
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