BDSM Play 24: The Dragon’s Kiss

 We had an evening planned on the premise that we would be home alone, but the stepson didn’t work till the next day, so we decided to have some quieter play one night, then loud play the next.  

What can we do that’s not loud?  Well, “loud” is relative.  There’s a huge difference between her vocal reactions and the connection of a whip to her flesh, or a paddle, or some other implement.  Those are much louder.  We can get away with a lot without the implements.  

“What are you?” I said.  

“Your dirty fucking slut.”

“Yes, you are,” I growled, then had her lay over me crossways, so I could grab her by the throat with one hand and play with her already-wet pussy with the other.  I grabbed it, pulled, moving her back and forth by it.  She loves that pussy abuse.  She began stroking my cock.  

I put my hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her breath, then began stroking her clit.  She kept stroking my cock.  She’s good at pleasing me while she’s struggling to breathe.  I took my hand away from her mouth, let her have a breath or two, then put it back.  After a few times, she gasped, “May I cum, Master?”

“No,” I said, then grabbed her pussy again, abusing it.  After abusing it for awhile, I began rubbing her swollen clit again, and it wasn’t long before she said, “Can I cum?  Please may I cum?  Please?  Please?”

Again I said, “No.”. I wanted to edge her well.  I grabbed her pussy again and tugged on it, putting my other hand on her throat again.  “I want to eat that pussy.  Come here.”  I turned her so I could lift her onto my face and started sucking her clit into my mouth.  I sucked and licked that clit while I held held her ass so she couldn’t move.  It wasn’t long before she asked to cum again.  I said, “Cum for me, whore!”  

She came, struggling to move away from my mouth, but I kept at it, and she asked to cum again.  I let her. And again.  And again.  Eventually she said, “Master, I’m weak.”  Her safe phrase.  

I lifted her off of me and and placed her so her ass was facing the edge of the bed.  I shove four fingers into her wet slit and started fucking her hard with them, making sure I stroked her g-spot while I did.  Four fingers leave her sore.  I wanted her sore for when I fucked her, and, of course, so did she.  She fucking loves it when it hurts.  

She asked to cum again, and I allowed her to.  Then I took my fingers out of her pussy and shoved them into her mouth.  Then I got a roll of bondage tape and taped her mouth shut.  I laid her on her back, mounted her, then shoved my cock into that tender, sore hole.  Holy fuck, was she wet.  She moaned in pain and ecstasy as I fucked her faster and harder.  I put both hands around her throat, and she gushed.  That made me want to cum.  I kept my hands around her throat while I fucked her savagely, then I said, “I’m going to cum.  I’m fucking cumming, slut!”  I exploded inside her.  I removed my hands from her throat, still inside of her.  I unwrapped the bondage tape, then I rolled off of her.  Gave her aftercare.  We went out and watched a movie after that.  

The next night was “loud” night.  I had more toys I’d recently purchased that I wanted to try.  Three of them were floggers and one was a crop.  I had her assume the position and began using the first flogger.  It stung, but was pretty normal.  We had ones that were more harsh.  The second flogger was also adequate, but nothing special.  Both floggers reddened her ass pretty well.  

Then there was the crop.  It looked like a toy, really, but that toy really did the job.  It stung and it marked. I used it on her ass and her pussy—it was easy to hit her pussy with that end.  

Then came the Dragon’s Kiss.  It was a double-tail whip with flat ends.  I whipped her once and right away, I could tell this was different.  Two perfect marks in the shape of those flat ends appeared on her ass.  I hit her again.  Two more perfect marks.  Again.  “Master, I’m weak.”

It is fucking RARE for her to use her safe word on an implement that quickly.  The only other time was a rubber single tale that was really heavy.  She has broken paddles on her ass, for fucks sake.  Solid wooded paddles.  She’s tough.  But the Dragon’s Kiss was really harsh.  

I made her orgasm a few times before I brought out the magnetic balls.  She was already sore from the night before, so this was going to be…special.  I put the magnetic balls on either side of her clit, then I added another on each side, which caused them to pinch harder.  She was moaning repeatedly in pain while I positioned her so I could straddle her.  I felt how absolutely wet she was as I entered her.  I thrust hard to get the inevitable reaction.  She cried out.  “Oh, it hurts.  It hurts!  It hurts so much.” 

“‘It hurts’ is not your safe word,” I growled as I fucked her harder.  “You love it when it hurts, don’t you slut?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“Tell me you fucking love it.”

“I fucking love it!”

“Tell me you’re a filthy little pain whore.”

“Yes!  I’m a filthy little pain whore!”

“Tell me you’re my fuckdoll.”

“I’m your fuckdoll!”

I kept fucking her and making her say what I told her to say.  She got so wet and gushed more than once.  I could feel the rush of her wetness each time. 

I came inside of her, rolled off of her, then took the magnets off of her clit.  That’s a fun time.  It hurts like hell when they come off, and I love it.  Then, like the previous night, I gave her aftercare and spent more time with her after.  

BDSM Play 23: A little surprise

 Recently, I bought several items from http://consentiskeytoys.com/, which is my site, to try them and review them.  I thought I'd by some "beginner" items so I could reach a wider audience with the toys I reviewed.  

When I ordered the tiny 10" rubber flogger, I didn't think it would do much, and when it arrived and I showed my slave, we both laughed.  It honestly looks ridiculous if you think of it as something we'll actually use.  It looks like something you would use as BDSM décor or as a gag gift.  

But I wanted to give it a try so I could give it an honest review.  So my little slut got into her blue lingerie, looking really sexy, and assumed the position on all fours on the bed, displaying her lovely, rounded ass.  I I started whipping her, and she gasped, "It stings."  

This is a woman on whose ass I have broken canes and paddles, who has bought evil-looking floggers and other toys because they looked like they would be especially painful.  It doesn't have the impact of larger floggers we have, but it made her ass nice and red.  

I stopped whipping her and started rubbing the beaded handle on her clit.  The handle soon became coated in her wetness.  She asked, "Can I cum?  Please?"

"No."

I went back to whipping her ass.  

I play porn during our play.  It turns her on to hear another woman having things done that I would do or she would like to have done.  We don't need it, but she does seem to enjoy it, and I like to talk about it in her ear, degrading her and making her tell me how much it turns her on.  I had some women bound and being forced to orgasm with a wand.  

I whipped her for awhile, then used my finger on her clit.  I brought her to the brink again, and she begged to cum.  Once again, I denied her.  I abused her pussy for a bit, grabbing it, pulling it, pinching it.  Then I went back to her clit and fingered her till she begged again.  

"Can I cum, please, Master?  Please?  Please?  Oh, please?" 

"Cum for me, whore," I growled.  

She came, arching her back and pushing against me, her breath stopping for a bit, then she gasped and moaned.  I kept going, and she asked to cum again, and again.  And again.  

I told her to turn over on her back and spread her legs.  I whipped her pussy with the mini-flogger for awhile, then I fingered her again to orgasm, then another, then she said, "Master, I'm weak."

"But not weak for this, right?" I said, as I grabbed her pussy and pulled again.  

"No," she moaned."

"You love having her pussy abused, don't you, little slut?"

"Yes," she gasped. 

I abused the outside for awhile, then inserted my fingers into her wet hole, two at first, then three, then four.  Four makes her hurt and leaves her sore.  I fucked her pussy slowly at first, then harder.  She moaned and gasped, "It hurts."

"You love it when it hurts, don't you whore."  

"Yes, I love it when it hurts."

"Take it, slut," I said, and fucked her harder with my fingers.

"Are you going to fuck my sore pussy, Master?"

I tested her soreness, outside and in.  I pinched her pussy.  "Does that hurt?"  

"Yes," she moaned.

I slid my fingers in again.  "Are you sore inside?"

"Yes," she moaned again.  

"Good," I said.  "You're ready to get fucked."  But before I entered her, I took some red bondage tape and bound her arms together, then taped her mouth.  I pushed her hands over her head and entered her easily.  She was so wet, I just slid right into her.  She moaned in pain.  She was so sore.  Her muffled moans and cries turned me on even more, and I fucked her harder, faster, savage now.  I held her hands down with one hand and slapped her head with the other as I fucked her.  She gushed.  I kept fucking her hard.  I pinched her nose shut to cut off her breath, and she gushed again.  

Eventually, I said, "I'm gonna cum!" I came, continuing to fuck her as I did.  I stayed inside of her as I unwrapped her hands.  She slid the tape off of her mouth, and I rolled off of her.  

"I love you," I said.  

"I love you, too," She replied.  

We talked for a bit, then cleaned up.  

Giving her oral

Before we met, I told my toy that I was loved giving oral, mostly because of the reactions, especially after orgasm.  

She didn't tell me then, but she'd heard the "I  love eating pussy" line before, and she had never really had great oral.  Some guys were better than others, but none could really bring her to orgasm.  

I went on to tell her that some submissives told me that they felt having a guy give oral was a submissive act.  I disagree.  I feel like it's one way to control the pleasure.  It was part of my sexual artistry; I could tell through her body language and changes in breathing whether what I was doing was going to make her cum.  

On the night we met, after we made out and I spanked her, I took her clothes off, pulled her on top of me, got her to straddle my face, grabbed her by the nipples, and said, "Do you feel like you're in control right now?"

She gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth.  I didn't keep track of the orgasms.  I would smack her ass now and then.  I edged her a few times to make the orgasms more intense.  Made her squirt. 

But as fun as this was for her, as we explored things that were new for her, she found more things that she enjoyed better than oral.  Asphyxiation play, giving me head while I pushed her down on my cock, violent sex (slapping her head, grabbing her by the hair, fucking her savagely, smacking her tits while we're fucking), punching her pussy/pussy torture...if we did a list, oral wouldn't be in the top ten of the things I do with her.  

And she says that I am by far the best at oral of anyone she's ever been with.  I love doing it from time to time.  I love when she straddles my face and lays over me.  The view of her shapely ass with her pussy right in my face is intoxicating, and I can beat her ass with my open hands while I eat her out.  

Anyway, she suggested that I tell people about technique, because while there were some guys she was with who gave some pleasure, most guys were simply bad at it.  So here are some suggestions

First, Sam Kinison was a comedian.  I can't believe people are still taking his advice.  Maybe they don't know the advice came from him.  At any rate, licking the alphabet is not the answer.  It might feel kind of good as long as you are able to find the clit (which isn't rocket science, guys!), but it's really not a technique.  It's a joke.  It was meant to be funny, not sage advice.  Stop doing that.  

Second, and more importantly, if you don't know where the clit is, it's about time you found out.  This is useful information for fingering, too, and again, it's not that damned difficult.  You will find her vaginal opening at the bottom of her vulva.  If you spread her apart and follow her pussy up, you will find the clit at the top.  If she's turned on, it will swell, and it will be easier to find (in most cases.  There are some exceptions, where the clit doesn't really stick out).  That's where you want to flick your tongue.  You aren't painting a fence here.  Put pressure on the clit with your tongue.  Flick it from side to side, up and down, lick around it, but always put pressure on it.  

Third...you know how you like your dick sucked, guys?  Women love having the same thing done to their clits.  Suck that clit in and work it up and down with your lips and flick it with your tongue at the same time.  Now, my toy likes some biting and other things that hurt.  That's not what every women wants.  You have to pay attention to her breathing and her body language, and, of course, her safe word.  If she withdraws consent, you stop.  You can ask her what is wrong, but don't be a dick.  Be genuinely curious and learn what she wants and what she doesn't.  

I have been with vanilla women and ones who were kinky as fuck, and I have always been good at oral.  I have never failed to make a woman orgasm from it.  They are all somewhat different, but if you put pressure on the clit when you flick it with your tongue and suck on that clit, you will get her to cum.  

Now with my toy in particular, I like to drape her clit over my bottom row of teeth and flick my tongue over her clit, nibble it some, bite it sometimes. I will tease her, biting her pussy and her thighs, then going back to her clit.   I like to build her up, edge her, make the orgasm as intense as possible.  Then, when she cums, I keep going and drive her wild.  I will make her orgasm till she uses her safe word.   

I'll give you two more bits of advice here

1. When you finger her, make sure  you get her wet with some dirty talk and exploring erogenous zones, or if she's like my toy and a masochist, some pleasurable pain.  Then, slide your finger into that wetness before you draw it out and use her own juices as lubricant.  Don't start dry.  A lubricated clit is a happy clit.  

2.  Find her g-spot.  Slide your finger inside of her, then use your finger in a beckoning gesture on the front wall of her vagina.  It feels like a tiny bump, but you'll know when you find it.  She'll definitely let you know with her body language and her breathings, and most likely moaning or gasping.  It feels different then rubbing her clit, and the orgasm is more intense from the g-spot.  

BDSM Play 22: The Spanking Bench

 If there’s any doubt about whether my slave consents to what we do, one must only look at the BDSM equipment she has purchased for us over the years we’ve been together.  She has purchased an evil-looking flogger, several paddles, a few belts, lingerie, restraints…

The most recent purchase she made was a spanking bench.  

It’s too big to be practical in the bedroom, so I set it up in my office.  My toy came in, stripped, and assumed the position on the bench.   I tied down her arms and legs.  Once restrained, her ass was up, her face was down, her pussy was showing, and she was ready to take hard punishment.  

Not that whipping her ass is punishment, really.  The day we met, she presented a belt to me with metal studs in it, and she absolutely loved that beating.  We still have that belt.  It was the first implement I used.  

I whipped her ass with the belt several times.  Her ass red, I stopped the beating to finger her clit, sliding a finger into her slit to lubricate it, then rapidly rubbing that clit until she asked me if she could cum.  

“Beg me, whore,” I growled. 

“Please, may I cum?  Please, please Master, may I come?  PLEASE…”.  The urgent pleading in her voice made me rock hard.  

“No.  I’m not ready for you to cum yet, slut.”  I picked up another implement.  This was the evil flogger she’d purchased some years ago.  I whipped one ass cheek, then the other, then back and forth, then a few times on one, a few on the other, some on the back of her thighs, some on her back, then giving attention to her increasingly red, shapely ass.  Goddamn, her ass is so fucking nice.  

I stopped again to work her clit.  She loves the way I finger her.  I took her to the brink again.  

“Please Master, may I cum?  PLEASE please please…”

“No.”

I rubbed her ass for a bit then I grabbed her pussy and tugged.  She loves pussy torture.  I smacked it, pulled on it, made her moan and cry out.  She loves to suffer for me.  She loves it when I get violent.  

“Are you my little fuck toy?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m your little fuck toy.”

“Are you a dirty fucking slut?”

“Yes, I’m your dirty fucking slut.”

“You want your ass beat some more, little whore?”

“Yes.”

I picked up a rubber paddle. That fucking thing is brutal.  I beat her ass with it, and I could tell there would be bruising.  Still, she did not say her safe word.  It has been awhile since she had gotten a proper beating—we don’t have as much privacy as we used to—and she wanted it badly.  

I stopped after making her ass black and blue, picked up a heavy-duty massager, exposed her clit, and put the vibrating attachment against it.  I had the setting low at first, and she started breathing heavy and morning.  I turned up the setting, and she began struggling against the ropes, contorting her body, moaning harder…

“Can I cum please, Master?  Please, may I cum?  Please please please”

“Cum for me, whore.” 

Edging always makes her orgasms so intense, and this massager made it even more so.  Her back arched, she struggled to pull away and couldn’t, moaned, cried out, stopped breathing…and asked if she could cum again.  Then again.  Then again.  Then again…

Then she said, “Master, I’m weak.”

I stopped.  Untied her.  Asked, “Do you want my cock inside of you, slut?”

“Yes.”

So we walked to the bedroom.  I took out some magnetic balls that function as clips—they are strong magnets, and I have used them on her labia and her clit.  This time, I put them on her clit and started fucking her.  It hurt.  She loves it when it hurts.  She squirted.  Once, twice, three times, she squirted and I fucked her savagely.  

“Ooooh, it hurts.  Fuck it hurts.  Fuuuck…”

“You love it when it when it hurts, don’t you, slut? “

“Yes.”

“Say you fucking love it when it hurts.”

“I fucking love it when it hurts.”

“Fuck yeah, you do, you dirty fucking slut.”  I fucked her harder.  I cut off her breath.  Fucked her even harder.  Choked her.  Fucked her savagely  

“I’m going to cum, little whore.  I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum…”  I came inside of her.  I rolled off of her, then pulled the metal balls off her clit.  They hurt more when they come off.  

I rubbed her tits while we laid there, talking.  

BDSM Play 21: We didn't need the toy bag after all

Anytime we're able to get a night out by ourselves, it's a good night to play.  We had an opportunity last weekend to go to a hotel.  As usual, we packed our toy bag, but a couple items were missing--belts.  I knew where the belts were, but in the process of getting out the door, I ended up getting sidetracked and forgot them.

I resolved to find a place to get a belt when we got to our destination.

We got to the hotel.  After we decided on where to go for dinner, I looked for somewhere to buy a belt--and it turned out there was a store open 24/7 (it was New Year's Day) only four minutes away from the restaurant.  Perfect!

After we had dinner (excellent service, by the way), we went shopping.  We couldn't find any studded belts, but we did find a nice, long leather belt with imprints of skulls with wings.  It was a size 50--the length was definitely going to add to the impact.

When we returned to the hotel, I got her to strip down to her lacy tank top.  Her ass was bare.  "Get on all fours on the bed," I commanded.  She promptly obeyed, displaying her lovely, round ass as a target.

I took the belt out of the bag, wrapped it around her neck, and held it with one hand, caressing her ass with the other.  I bent to speak into her ear, "Who are you?"

"Your dirty fucking slut." That is what she is supposed to answer.  That is what I have told her to answer, and she obeys. 

"That's right, whore.  You're my toy, my slut, my plaything.  Are you ready to have your ass whipped?"

"Yes, Master."

I took the belt away from her neck and got the measure with a few practice swings.  This is not because I need practice, but because it's not only a tease, but it gets her into the proper mindset.  It gets her wet. 

I took my first real swing.  The length of this belt meant that I could get both cheeks at once.  I often alternate; she lasts longer.  But this time, I alternated between both cheeks and her thighs.  With each swing, her ass and thighs turned a more pronounced shade of read, and she had marks on her thighs from the impacts that were a bit more than red skin. 

I stopped the whipping to find her clit with my finger.  I stroked it slowly at first, coating my finger with her wetness first and using it to lubricate her clit while I stroked.  She likes it done vigorously--violently, even--so my movements became more rapid.  Her breathing became heavy.  She moaned.  She writhed. 

"Master, can I cum?  Please?"

"Beg me, whore."

"Can I cum?  Please, Master, may I cum?  Please?  Please??"

"No, you may not."  And I stopped.  I do not deny orgasm except to edge, and I edge to make the orgasms more intense when I finally allow them.  I started whipping her again. 

I don't count the strokes, except to make her count, occasionally, but she can take a whipping.  I don't stop at 10, or 20.  There could be hundreds of strokes in a night, depending on the implement, especially when I stop to edge her.  And stop I did. 

I stroked her clit again, bringing her to bring.  She begged.  I denied her once more. 

I put the belt around her neck again, and I rolled her over on her back.  I went down on her.  I sucked her clit into my mouth, draped it over my teeth, and flicked my tongue over it.  I nibbled it, sucked it in and out between my lips, flicked it with my tongue...and once again, she was begging me to let her cum. 

"Cum for me, you dirty fucking slut."

And that reaction came...her breathing stopped, her back arched, she caught her breath and held it again, and I didn't stop.  I worked her clit with my mouth through more orgasms.  I did not count.  Eventually, they get painful for her.  Eventually, she said, "Master, I'm weak."   Her safe word. 

I wrapped the belt around her neck once again, and I mounted her.  I pulled the belt tight to choke her, and I fucked her savagely, smacking her head, holding my hand over her mouth and nose to cut off her breath occasionally, then grabbing the hair on both sides of her head and holding her in place while I came to the brutal finish.  I fucked her hard and used her hair for leverage, as I let the belt rest on her neck.  She gushed, leaving a huge wet spot on the mattress.   The more brutal, the wetter she is. 

I came hard, laid down beside her, held her close. 

"I love you."

"I love you, too." 

I stroked her hair and caressed her back as we came down from our intense physical and emotional high.  Aftercare is essential. 

BDSM Play 20: Studded belt, savage fucking, rough blowjob

Something rare happened today.  We were alone in the house!

Two of the kids were off at school, and the third got a ride to work today.

I was working, but fortunately, I'm helping out a team that's in transition, so I actually have a lot of down time.

My slave​ said to me, "We're alone!"

"We are?  Go get the belt."

She has a few choices of belt. She brought back one with two round pieces of metal every half inch or so.  It looks brutal...and she loves brutal.

After whipping her several times, I had her count.  Counting often gets her to push her limits, because she knows there's an end in sight.  I knew she was getting there.  I had her go to twenty.

I spread a blanket on the couch.  "Sit down and spread your legs."

She complied, and I started smacking her exposed labia with my open hand.  Then, I grabbed the belt.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't think so."

"Does it matter?"

"No, Master."

I started hitting her with the belt.  She was hissing through her teeth at the pain and crying out a little.  I hit her on her thighs, aiming carefully to avoid her fingers, because she was holding her legs up with her hands.  I went back to her clit after that.  A few strokes later, she said it: "Master, I'm weak."

I slid my arms underneath her, lifted her up, and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom.  I let her down.  She still had a hoodie and a shirt on, but no pants.  I stripped her roughly and pushed her down on the bed.

"I'll give you a choice, slut," I said.  "You can lube it with your mouth, or I can go in dry."

"Go in dry."

Always the rougher choice.  Good girl.  "Come here," I growled, and pulled her toward me, pushing her legs back in the same motion.  I shoved it inside her, but going in with a dry cock didn't matter much; her wetness made my entry easy.  Still: "It hurts," she moaned.

"Good.  I want you to suffer.  You want to suffer for me, don't you, little whore?"

"Yes, Master."  And she does.  She loves when I abuse her down there, and she's sore when we fuck.

I gathered her hair into one bundle and held it in my left hand, thrusting myself into her while I smacked her head.  I covered her mouth and nose with my right hand, cutting of her breath while I fucked her.  I took my hand off and closed it around her neck.

I took my left hand from her hair, shoved both arms above her head, and wrapped the pillow around her head.  She screamed and struggled, but didn't tap out.  Her growing wetness gave lie to her muffled screams for me to stop.

I took the pillow off her face.  "Beg me to make you suffer."

She moaned.

"Beg me."

"Master, please, I want to suffer for you."

I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair.  "Tell me you want to be my fucktoy."

"I do.  I want to be your fucktoy."

I pulled her head down by her hair and began fucking her hard.  "Please stop.  It hurts.  It hurts.  Please..."

I wasn't stopping.  I only fucked her with more savagery.  I wanted to finish in her mouth, though, so I stopped, got off of her...

Then I got a work call.

It was mercifully short, and I was able to go back to the bedroom in around two minutes, logging out for lunch so there would be no more interruptions.

"Get to it, slut.  I want you to worship my cock."

I was rough with her, as usually, using my leg behind her head to set the pace and force her down on it.  She struggled to breath around my cock when it wasn't in her throat, but she never came up to catch her breath.  I gave her warming, and she went down deliberately, as far as she could, to take my load in her throat.  Good little slave.

We lay there for awhile, enjoying each other, my arm draped over her, stroking one of her breasts.

If only we had this kind of privacy every day.

BDSM Fiction 2: Dinner and Dessert

Tonight, I gave my slave specific instructions on how to prepare dinner.

She began by cooking the meal in her robe, a short one that showed off her well-toned legs.  She's a great cook, which is a huge bonus when your slave/wife is into being the 1950s housewife.  I waited for dinner on the chaise, relaxing after a day's work, being treated as the breadwinner should.

She finished dinner, brought the plate over to one side of the table, shed her robe, crawled onto the other side of the table naked, laid on her back, set the plate on her sexy, flat abdomen, and said, "Master, dinner is served."

I walked over to the table, sat down, picked up the knife and fork, and began to eat.  Each time I took a bite, I took my time chewing, and used the rounded end of the fork to rub her clit.  She had to stay still so she wouldn't upset the plate.  Her breathing gave away her struggle to do so.

I finished the meat--a beautiful cut of steak--and angled the knife against her skin, scraping it along the length of her body from abdomen to neck and back down.  A bit of fear entered into her breathing, but an excited fear...a fear the turned her on.  I would never cut her with a dirty knife, but there is always the chance of slipping, especially when the knife is sharp.

I finished the side dish, and I took a little longer rubbing her clit with the fork.  She finally asked permission to orgasm.  "No," I replied, and moved the end of the fork away.

She gave a near-breathless sigh, with a hint of waiver in it.  She wanted that permission so badly.

"Now for dessert."

I walked over and got dessert myself.  I didn't want her to move.  As cold is a hard limit for her, I draped a cloth napkin over her skin to keep the cold from getting to her, and I brought a plate with a slice of cheesecake on it out of the refrigerator.  I ate it slowly, rubbing her clit in between bites again, but edging her each time.  I made her beg for permission, and each time, I denied her.  To her credit, she was able to keep her upper body still, though she moved her legs with the agony of ecstasy.

"Now, for your dessert."

I went and got the other slice of cheesecake, made her get onto her hands and knees in front of me, and eat the cheesecake without hands, without utensils.  Ah, what a sight she was, with her narrow waist and curvy hips, her ass molded and shaped by years of ballet and athletic activity, her long violet hair draped over the side of her face opposite of me...she was beautiful in her submission, and the degradation of eating like a common animal made the sight even more appealing.  She is my favorite pet.

She finished.  I don't know how she does it, but she can eat that way without making a mess of her face.  I gave her a kiss, then said, "Now, for my second dessert."

I made her lay on her back again, but this time, her legs were draped over my shoulders.  I went down on her, sucking her clit into my mouth, nibbling it, biting down on it (she loves it rough), flicking it with my tongue.  It didn't take her long.  "Please, Master, may I cum?  Please?  Oh, please, Master..."

I let her beg for a bit, then I growled, "Cum for me."  She arched her back, her breath stolen from her, the orgasm seizing her body and making her write against her will, her muscles tightening involuntarily.  When she finally could breathe again, she whispered, "Thank you, Master."

I lifted her from the table, draped her over my shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom.  I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and fucked her savagely.  "Stop!  Please stop!  Oh, it hurts..."

"I didn't hear a safe word, slut.  You fucking love it, don't you?  Don't you, little whore?"  I slapped her head, then grabbed her hair again.

"Yes," she admitted, almost under her breath.

I fucked her harder.  She continued to beg me to stop...and then she begged me to let her cum again.  "Please may I cum?  Please?  Please, Master..."

"Cum for me, little whore."

She came again.  I felt her wetness gush over my cock, felt her squeeze it.  Her breath was lost again, and I delighted in the sight of her arching her back again, her mouth parted as though crying out, though no sound came out.  She was able to moan after several seconds, and she expressed her gratitude once more.

I continued to fuck her hard, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me as I thrust.  It's just how she likes it, and with my hands off her hair, the pain no longer distracted her from the sensations below.  I slapped her repeatedly.  She loves it when it's violent.  I kept hold of her right hip as I slapped her with my right hand.  Sweat began to pour down my face, and I wiped it onto my hand, then wiped my hand on her face.

"What are you?"

"Your whore."

"What else are you?"

"Your plaything."

"That's right: you're my favorite toy.  I love using your little body, whore.  Do you like being used?"

"Yes."

I summoned more strength for my thrusts and fucked her rapidly, hard, fast,,,

"I'm going to cum...oh fuck..." My language was gone, reduced to primal grunts and growls, and I came inside of her, flooding her, draining myself into her.

I collapsed next to her.  She turned onto her side, and I pulled her into me, and we melted into each other for awhile.