So, let me tell you a little bit about Valentine’s Day. I haven’t written anything in ages – sometimes I just don’t get the urge to write and I figure it’s best waiting until I am in the right mood for it.
I left work a little earlier than usual and got a lift up to the city with two of my work colleagues, we picked my pet up along the way. We sat in the back holding hands as we grew closer to our destination. We got dropped off pretty close to the hotel and ambled over, checked in and headed up to the hotel room. At first, the keycard wouldn’t work on the door so he had to go downstairs and get another. We were up on the 11th floor. When we finally got into the room, we were first taken aback by how absolutely massive it was! Huge comfy bed, big flatscreen tv, bath and shower, really fancy decor and very fabulous. As you can imagine, the view over the city from the 11th floor was breathtaking.
We decided on getting a room service dinner and ordered one. While we were waiting, I went and had a really relaxing bath. The food took a while to arrive, and when it did it wasn’t exactly what I ordered and wasn’t the hottest, but it was tasty enough. We gobbled it down and watched a bit of TV while we were waiting on foods to go down. He had a shower and we got dressed up, went downstairs for a smoke and then into the cocktail bar for a drink. We had the most fabulous strawberry daqcuris, made with fresh strawberries and loads of crushed ice. It was like an orgasm in my mouth. We sat there chatting for an hour or so as we drank and it was just so nice to be out with me and him. We were a bit worried that he might get turned away from the fancy cocktail bar for wearing jeans but it turned out, a load of other people were there in jeans so it was grand. After drinks and smoke, we headed back up to the room.
My big surprise was pending and I got really excited. I went into the bathroom to change into the little outfit that I’d bought. It was a red and black satin chemise with a lace top. It looked pretty nice on. He went into the bathroom to change too and came out in the most gorgeous little pink dress with a frilly corset/petticoat and white stockings. He’d brought heels up too but the carpet was too thick to wear them. I couldn’t stop staring at him, he’d went to all this effort just for me and he looked like divine. I sat there for a while just taking in the little character that he’d created for me. This sweet, innocent, naughty little pet who wanted to be played with, who wanted to be tied up and teased and fucked. That wasn’t the end of the surprises though, he produced a brand new strapon for me with a much bigger jelly dildo than my previous one (which also came with a spare dildo) and also a set of vibrating nipple suction cups. I felt my body tingle and butterflies in my stomach. What did I do to deserve this perfect creature?
I lay down beside him and we kissed, my hands wandered over his body exploring every part of his new costume and the perfect little body underneath. He’d not been allowed to orgasm for two whole days. Two days that I’d spent teasing him and edging him and now here he was, once again, at my mercy. He had his chastity device on underneath his outfit still, he’d worn it for most of the day. I told him to go and take it off, and he did so. He came back with a grin on his face and lay down on the bed beside me again. I put him onto his knees so that I could take in the full view of his layers of frilly petticoat coupled with his perfect little ass. He was obedient, bending to every position I put him in. I slid my body underneath him and licked and sucked him for a little while. I could feel how heavy and achey he was, he’d been so well behaved and continued to be. He didn’t once complain or beg for release, he just lay there and took the teasing, the attention, my hands on him, my mouth on him. I tied him to one of the chairs. I licked and sucked him for a little bit and then positioned the chair beside the bed. I took the spare dildo, a big pink floppy jelly one, and fucked myself with it as he watched. I enjoyed the sensation of his eyes on me and his swollen cock leaked onto his leg. I had him gagged too so he was drooling on himself, it ran down his chin and all over his pretty dress. That just made me wetter, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I stopped, knowing it would be harder to stop the closer I got.
I untied him and put him on the bed face down and bent over. I equipped my new strapon and lubed it up and slowly began fucking his ass. He squirmed around a lot, it was difficult to start – being quite significantly bigger than what he was used to, but we made a little bit of progress with it and we both enjoyed the experience.
I rolled him over onto his front and mounted him and began fucking him as slowly as I could manage. He squirmed and moaned like a pretty little whore and came very fast. I smiled down at him, knowing how hard it must have been for him to even hold out that long.
After that, I held him for a bit and he played with me. It didn’t take him long bringing me to orgasm and delicious it was. The rest of the evening was a hazy blur.
We were awoken at around 5am by a really loud banging. It kinda sounded like someone was banging on a metal tray with a hammer, right outside our bedroom door. We peered out into the corridor and it was completely empty. We took a while trying to figure out where the incessant banging was coming from. We called downstairs to reception but no one answered, and he ended up getting dressed and going down. It was literally so loud, that we couldn’t sleep. He came up 5-10 minutes later with another room card, telling me that they’d given us a new room to sleep in for the rest of the night – that it was a door on the roof banging in the wind and they couldn’t go up there to fix it because it was too dangerous. We got put into an even bigger room with a fancy bathroom, and also – it was a smoking room!! Bonus! We had a smoke and then went to sleep again.
When we woke up, we packed our stuff up between the two rooms and went downstairs to reception to pay. I had a bit of a complain at the lady who was going to take our money and she went and got the manager. The manager apologised profusely and told us that he wouldn’t be charing us for anything. That’s right, we got the entire evening for FREE!!!! The room service, dinner, cocktails, two bedrooms, the works! All free!
We left the hotel after an amazing evening with huge grins. We went and had breakfast in a nice cafe, did a little bit of shopping and came home. My first thought upon entering our home was “sure is nice to be back in the castle”. Of course it’s lovely to go and stay places and hang out somewhere different for a bit, but there’s no place I’d rather be than at home, in our “castle” (that’s what we call it) with my lovely partner and my silly old black one-eared cat.
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Last night, I took him down to bed early. I picked a pretty red dress, black suspender belt and tan stockings for him to wear with long silky pink gloves. I lay in bed and watched him get dressed. He’s a little bit more gentle now with the stockings. I could do it for him so that the stockings aren’t damaged or laddered but then, he’d never learn.
Once he’d finished dressing, he climbed into bed and lay down beside me. Those beautiful big blue eyes staring up at me from the pale hue of his ivory skin. His long pretty hair draped over his shoulders suggestively. His lithe arms reaching up to me indicating that he wanted to be held. I melted as I looked down at him and pulled him close, to warm his cold skin.
I have my period at the moment, one of those long, heavy, painful “catch-up” periods. I haven’t had a period in a few months so this period is going out of it’s way to make me feel all of the missed ones all at once. I felt pretty horrific. Sore stomach, swollen sore breasts, limited energy reserves. None of that stopped me wanting him, not even for a second. I’d been aroused all day from looking at sneaky pictures of him on my phone.
There we lay, bodies close together, I started touching him, very gently. He responded better to my gentle touches than he did to my heavy strokes so I decided to be gentle with him this evening. Each gentle touch felt like heaven on my fingertips. His body reacts so beautifully, he squirms around and moans softly, letting me know I’m touching the right places. I began stroking his cock, gentle but powerful strokes. He almost came. I told him that it was too soon and that it would be a while before I’d let him cum.
I turned him over onto his side so that I had full access to his pretty bottom. I lifted his skirt up and applied plenty of lubricant to his little ass, making sure to give it a good rub. I lubed up the toy that I’d planned on using that evening – which was a prostate stimulator (Nexus Excel) – and began inserting it slowly into his ass. His body reacted almost immediately and he moaned and wriggled. I placed a hand on his hip to steady him and slid it inside him. When it was all the way in, I wiggled it a little and played with it for a little bit while lying behind him. He lay there and took it like a good little sub and I decided after a while, to step things up a little.
I turned the wand vibrator on (which is mains powered so very powerful vibrations) and rubbed his thighs with it, to let him know what was coming. I teased him a little by placing the vibrator on the tip of the toy that was protruding from his ass, gently at first and then full-on. He moaned and squirmed in pleasure as the vibrations ran through his body. Suddenly he froze and his body had gone entirely rigid. I turned the vibrator off and asked if he was ok. ”Do you mind if I go for a pee?” he said, in a meek little voice. I chuckled, “of course not”. He exited the room so I used the opportunity to reposition myself for what was to come.
When he got back, I told him to get on his hands and knees. He obeyed and stuck his little ass out. I reached underneath him and felt his cock with one arm and had my other hand on the toy sticking out of his ass. I made him hard with a few simple strokes and began stimulating both areas at once. Within about a minute of being fucked by both hands, I heard his little cry for release “can I come please? please?”. ”Yes you can” was my reply. I kept him on edge a little more by changing the tempo of my strokes or tightening and loosening my grip. At this stage, all of the rope in the world wouldn’t have held him down and he was moaning really loudly, I decided to let him release. His body shuddered in my hands as his orgasm hit.
I was happy. He told me that it was a very intense one. That made me happier. I tied his hair back and told him to go and clean up. After that, I held him for a while and, after our post-sexytimes cigarette, we drifted off to sleep, both utterly exhausted.
I asked my lovely little submissive to write me something erotic. I’d like to share what he wrote because it filled me with pride. Note that, when you are reading it, that the story is directed toward ME and was written with the sole purpose that I would read it. Be warned: it is quite a long one, so make sure you’re sitting comfortably and have time to spare. Enjoy.
I am alone, in the dark. Bound and restrained, trapped in a cupboard with little to no space to move, even if I was able to. I can hear the floorboards creaking as you move about upstairs, I wonder what you are up to.. how long will I be left here, drooling in the darkness, left with nothing but the joint discomfort and pleasure of my bondage. My mind wanders over the various things you have done to me.
I am dressed up for you. Bright pink corset clutching my tightly, laced up so tightly my breaths are short. Attached are the sheer white stockings clasping my legs, I can feel the decorated tips of them tickling the back of my thighs. A thick pair of matching pink rubber panties squeeze me, my clit encased in a plastic cage, an overinflated plug filling me up. You pulled the panties up tightly, pushing my clit between my legs and holding in the plug. I cap the outfit off with a tall pair of bright pink platform heels you have locked to my feet.
I have a small suction cup attached to each nipple, pulling at them, a constant tease coming from the small vibes hanging from each cup. You plaited my hair into two pigtails that hang over my shoulders, framing my heavily made up face. You decided since I was dressed like a slut you’d make me look like one, with bright red lipstick and a liberal amount of eyeshadow. A ring gag completed the look, my mouth wide open and drooling.
You’d led me to the cupboard and set about keeping me there. You used a liberal amount of rope. My ankles were tied together tightly, and the tall heels on my feet lashed together tightly, making it hard to balance. You wrapped a length around my corseted waist, looping it under my crotch either side of my cage, causing my cage to pull out slightly, keeping constant pressure on me. My arms were tied at the elbow behind my back, causing me to puff my chest out, presenting myself for you. My wrists were bound to the ropes wrapped round my corset, effectively rendering me immobile for as long as you wished. Just to be sure, once positioned in the cupboard you tied the ropes off to the cupboard racking. Placing a blindfold over my face, you kissed my cheek and stepped out. Testing my surroundings slightly had revealed a plastic sheeting on the floor, and what sounded like bells hung at various places around my body. Any movement set the bells at the ends of my pigtails, or those behind my ankles, jingling loudly.. keeping quiet was going to be tough given how aroused I was.
Before placing me in the cupboard you had teased me for a while, maybe to make it harder for me to stay still, maybe just because you could. Kneeling in the bath, you ran a vibrator over my body slowly.. stopping anywhere you know I enjoyed, but not long enough to push me over the edge. When you’d had enough, you rubbed oil over every part of. my skin. After finishing the places easily reached, youd resorted to using the bottle to squirt the remaining oil over the rest of me.. down my stockinged legs, my heeled feet.. even pulling the waistband of my panties open and filling my rubber enclosure with a liberal amount of the slippery liquid.
The end result gave me heightened awareness of every single part of my body, from my constricted waist to my enclosed clit, I couldn’t twitch even the smallest amount without being made more and more aware of how slippery and sensitive my body was.
I snap out of my reverie as I hear the stairs creaking. Maybe you have come to let me out? Reward me for being a good girl, keeping quiet like you ordered me, the only sounds coming from the attachments on my nipples buzzing quietly, the occasional rustle of the frills of my corset, the slow drip of the drool from my gagged mouth – sometimes landing on something less soft than the tiny panties holding in my plug.
Something seems a little off but I can’t place it, the enjoyment I am experiencing distracting me. Being filled by the warm plastic of my plug, the wet feeling of the drool running down my face and chest, the strain of the cold but comforting plastic around my clit, stopping me getting erect, keeping me as the slutty little whore that I so love being for you. The disorienting darkness, the bindings stopping me from moving, the constant ache of having my arms bound so far behind my back that I arch my back, the effect of the corset causing me to thrust my chest out for you, presenting myself for your enjoyment. The joint pain and pleasure from my feet, heels arched by the stiletto heels you have locked me in, The ache in my jaw from being gagged.
I realise I can hear two sets of footsteps, not the one I was expecting. I panic slightly.. who’s there? Is someone going to find me here, bound, dressed like a slut, dripping wet, panties stained at the front? I calm down almost immediately. No way would you do that.. I tell myself it’s ok, I have the utmost trust in you. I hear you talking to the unknown person.. walking over to the cupboard that is my pleasurable prison.
The panic rises again, why are you opening the door? A shiver runs through me.. despite the horror rising in me, my clit strains against its cage, I become acutely aware of every single part of my body. I tense up, I’m a good slut, I keep as still and quiet as possible. I hear the interloper say something. It’s ok.. they aren’t downstairs, just waiting for you on the landing. They can’t see me, they don’t know I’m here. It must be you standing in front of me, but you don’t touch me, you don’t speak to me. I feel something brushing against my side, you must be reaching into the cupboard to get something. A moment later you withdraw your arm with whatever it was you were looking for.
I can hear you walk away, but not close the door. What if the interloper wanders around, will they notice me? The fear of being caught both frightens me and exhilarates me, my breathing erratic, the dull ache in my clit growing stronger. I flex my muscles slightly, pushing against my cage.. the plug inside me drawn in and out slightly, slowly fucking me. The feeling in my clit intensifies each time I flex, I have to stop myself from moaning loudly.
I am filled with need. The need to be touched, to be used, to be bent over and fucked hard, to suck on something that fills my throat and threatens to make me choke, the need to have my clit rubbed, the need to writhe around, show off to you how slutty I am, the need to be yours and see you enjoy it.
I hear you retreat upstairs. Not long, a few minutes maybe.. I can hear you talking to your unknown companion. I hear the door slam, and your footsteps descending down the stairs, coming to enjoy your little whore now you’ve sorted whatever it was the friend wanted. I know that waiting can make you impatient, make you want to use me hard and fast, make your urge to satisfy that need that little bit more intense. I wonder if I will pay for the delay caused.
I can sense you in front of me. Unmoving, watching me. I keep perfectly still, trying to ignore the feelings all over my body, the little pains and pleasures of my situation. I hope you are impressed, pleased with me, proud of your submissive. I push my chest out slightly, back arched to its limit, every sensitive area on show for you. You don’t say a word, but move into the cupboard slightly. I can feel you brushing against me, I can hear you unbinding me from the dark prison that has kept me for over an hour now, but the blindfold allows me no vision, no slit of light or glimpse of your face to judge how well I have done.
I hear you clip something to my collar and shortly, feel a yank on my neck as you lead me out. Heels slippery inside and arms still bound behind my back, I struggle to stay upright, taking tiny steps as I quickly shuffle in the direction you are pulling me. The cold air feels nice on my oiled skin, I can feel where the drool from my mouth has landed. It tingles slightly, a pleasant feeling despite the slight chill.
I feel the air warm as you pull me through into another room.. unsure of where I am, my footing is tentative and unsure. I feel you beside me, fiddling with something. You grab my hands, wrists still tied to the rope round my crotch, and push upwards. It forces me forward until I bump into something.. you keep pushing my hands up, forcing me to bend over. My chest touches a warm surface, and as you push me down into it, my cage touches up against something. It vibrates slightly, stimulating my clit through the dulling influence of the plastic cage. It feels really good, but I know this will just arouse me further without pushing me over the edge.
Bent over fully now, the cups on my sensitive nipples now pushed down onto the surface, stimulating them more every time I breathe. The corset, so tight and rigid, forces me to stick my ass out invitingly. The pressure on my hands stops me from rubbing myself on the vibrating machine you have me pinned against, I figure that you have stretched out and bent over the wooden surface in the wash room, clit resting against the washing machine.
“Don’t move slut.” The first words you speak to me in over an hour as you walk away. I wonder what you have in store for me. Whether you will give me pleasure or pain first. I can hear you come back. You reach round and I can hear you tying something off. I feel a short tug on my neck, pulling me forwards, almost on tiptoes. I hear you rustling some more, and feel the same thing at my wrists. Unable to move now, I am somehow connected to the other side of the surface, ropes connected to my collar and wrists taut. It keeps me arched out and completely vulnerable.
I feel you shuffling around with the bindings at my ankles and knees, they drop away and I feel you push against my feet. I stretch my legs out as wide as possible, but it isn’t enough for you. I stretch further, balancing on the tips of the heels still locked to my aching feet, my legs spread to their limit. You seem to accept I can’t go any further and I feel you remind my ankles. First one, then the other, I realise you have me tied to the spreader bar. Unable to close my legs, unable to move, I am now entirely at your mercy.
You pull down the rubber panties I am wearing, not far, my legs are spread too wide for that, but enough that I can feel the warm air on my ass. It feels good after the hour trapped in tight rubber, sliding against the cool material thanks to the oil from earlier. I feel you play around with my plug, attaching the plastic tube that allows you to change the size of it. Two slow, long squeezes of the bulb, I feel the plug expand inside me a little more. The pressure now quite intense, feeling stretched and full.
“You can moan for me now slut.” Suddenly, I feel the sharp and stinging sensation of your hand striking my ass. It surprises me and my body tries to pull away, but unable to move, it only succeeds in pulling against my bonds and pushing my cage into the rumbling machine. A second later, my next reaction, I try to arch my back a little more, present myself to you for more. I hear you chuckle, you know how I react, and I feel like you are pleased with me. I moan for you through my gag, I can’t help it, I need it too badly, panting now. You strike me again, a few times in succession. I let out another long moan. You continue, never hitting the same place twice, constantly varying the speed and intensity of your blows. Occasionally your hand catches my plug, driving it into me each time, rubbing my prostate. I can feel my clit leaking, the rubber panties still catching my drips.
By the time you stop, I’m panting, drool pooling around my face, messing up my makeup you so carefully applied. My ass stings all over, the joint glow and dull throb I feel arousing me further. My clit straining against my cage as hard as it is able now, the feeling is bliss. I hear you step back, and a moment later, a few clicks. Taking some pictures of your handiwork to savour later, being your model makes me feel special and I moan for you again.
I feel you untying me from the spreader bar, and releasing my collar and wrists from their ties. You pull me up, and I am able to stretch out for a few seconds. Still panting from how aroused I am, I feel you turn me round.
“Kneel.” You command, and I obey. You’ve placed a small towel for me. You poke my leg with your foot, and encourage me to kneel with legs closed. It squeezes my cage out and places pressure on the plug still buried in my ass. The feeling is divine. You place your foot on my chest and push.. I lean back as far as I’m able, leaning back on my hands, corset arching my back again, my chest is thrust out, and my face almost directly upwards. I feel you remove your foot now I’m in place, and you remove the gag from my mouth.
You shuffle over to me and I can feel you pressing yourself against my mouth. I know what to do. Ignoring the ache in my jaw, I lick you slowly.. your wetness drips down my face, I can taste you in my throat. I speed up slightly, and feel you press down onto me. My hands supporting me, you use my mouth, my tongue working over your clit, faster and faster. You start to grind against me, knowing that the position I’m in allows me no room for movement, you use the contours of my lower face to increase your pleasure. I lick as hard and fast as I can now, I enjoy pleasuring you, I enjoy how you use me to get off, I enjoy how I’m aching for release, yet comfortable being held on the edge. I am your slut, and I will not orgasm without permission. I am a good girl, and determined to show you.
I feel you tense up, you start shuddering and let out a long moan, pushing hard against my mouth now as I lash your clit with the last remaining strength in my tongue. Your wetness drips down me now, as you grind harder against me, thighs closing tightly around my head. After a while, I feel you slacken and then you are gone. I am left panting, drooling, aching. I feel you grab my collar and lead me out of the room.
I feel carpet.. must be the second bedroom I think to myself. You pull me up to the bed and push me onto it. I struggle to move as you keep pulling at my collar, sensitive nipples rubbing against the bed, the weights attached dragging. I’m finally in position, you have me on my knees, leaning on what feels like a pile of pillows. The top one feels cold and smooth, like a plastic sheet has been placed there.
You leave for a moment and I wonder what’s next. I can hear you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. When you are done, you come back to me. You rub my cage a little, then I feel you probing my mouth with your fingers, and I suck on them, the taste of myself mingling with the taste of you in my throat. You play around with the drool around my mouth, wiping it over my face, smearing my makeup.
You tire of this after a few minutes and replace your fingers with a plastic cock. You fuck my mouth with it for a while, almost choking me each time you push it in. I can taste the lipstick on it. After a few more strokes, you pull my pigtails back, and I lift my head. You wrap my face with some kind of tape, keeping the plastic cock buried in my throat and removing my ability to make any noise other than a guttural moan. You let go of my hair and move behind me.
I feel you grab my ankles, and you spread my legs out. I’m now leaning on the pillows, mouth full, legs open. You push into the small of my back slightly and I arch my back. I can feel my cage pushed into the plastic sheet, the weight of my body compressing it. I feel some pressure on the plug inside me. I feel it build as you pull harder. The plug starts to slide out of me, I feel so stretched and so exposed. I enjoy the feeling.
You remove it completely, and a few seconds later I feel a cold sensation.. I feel you rubbing lube on me, inside me, your fingers probing me. I can feel the rubber glove you have on, your fingers sliding in and out of me, fucking me. I moan and you chuckle again. I feel you pull out, and a split second later I feel another pressure. You take hold of my hips and I feel you push into me.. you must have a new toy.. this feels much bigger than your last one.
You push into me slowly, and I feel myself stretch around the thick plastic you are fucking me with. I feel your hips touch me as you push yo against me, driving my clit into the pile I am leaning on. You pull out again, and start slowly stroking in and out, getting me used to your new toy. After a while you start to speed up, harder and faster each time, it doesn’t take long before you are fucking me hard, harder than you have before. The feeling is intense.. my clit is squeezing against the pillows, my body is tensed up and my ass feels divine. The pressure on my prostate is causing me to leak uncontrollably, I can feel myself dripping, the plastic sheet preventing the wetness from soaking into the sheets.
Each thrust causes me to rub myself forward slightly. Each time you pull out I am pulled back. The cycle continues without pause, your furious speed causing me to assist you, fucking myself on you, and rubbing myself as hard as I can against the pillows I’m leaning on. The unrelenting pace is too much for me, I let out a long frantic moan, you continue stroking into me relentlessly as I convulse underneath you.. I orgasm, feeling my clit squeezed hard against my cage, the suction on my nipples, the plastic cock choking me, the other fucking me, your hands around my waist holding me down. I convulse hard against you as you stop fucking me and lie on top of me.. burying your toy in my ass, you enjoy holding me as I shake underneath you.
After a while my shaking subsides. You withdraw slowly, and I am left feeling empty, but wholly satisfied. Glowing with happiness. With exhilaration. I am your submissive little slut. I am your pretty little slut.
I am yours.
I love you.
Last night, we had a little smoke, watched lots of Star Trek and somehow he ended up half-naked and in my arms…. not quite sure how it happened, but it did. We lay there on the sofa for a while, listening to music while I teased his body.
Had the lights pretty dim, the glow of the computer monitor made his skin look almost ethereal. The fire was crackling behind us and the room smelled faintly of ylang ylang incense that I’d lit earlier. We had some melodic drum and bass music playing as background music which made the whole scene all the more hypnotic.
He was wearing his boxer shorts, I didn’t enforce any attire this evening as he was feeling a little under the weather. He asked if I wanted him to go downstairs and put something prettier on. I did, but my need to touch him was stronger. I told him to remain where he was and continued to tease his cock through his boxers, rubbing his little sensitive bit as he wriggled and writhed around.
I took his boxers off and pulled him on top of me, forcing his fingers inside me and he made me cum in under a minute. Satisfied, I lay him down again and continued the teasing, rubbing. At one stage, he thrust his cock into my hand a few times, eager to be stimulated. I decided at that point that he could use a few days in chastity, to teach him a lesson for being naughty and using my hand without permission.
I told him that tonight, I’d spend teasing his cock with my hands, rubbing it, stroking it, bringing him up to the edge and then just leaving him there. Tomorrow, I’d have him in his device and we’d be having some vibrator fun, but he wouldn’t be allowed to cum. On Saturday, I’d be using my mouth on his cock, to taste his sweet delicious juices and he’d also have a plug in his little ass. On Sunday, if he was very good then I might let him cum. If he was naughty however, he’d have another day added on. I plan to spend the weekend dressing him up, using him like a little doll, seeing how far I can push him before he breaks and begs me to let him cum. I love seeing him on edge, every single part of his body becomes sensitive and eager to be touched, licked and stroked.
After our session upstairs, we ventured down to the bedroom and I continued my torment. I brought him close over and over and over again, stopping just as orgasm was about to hit. He was very well behaved. I got horny again and lay on my back, moving his hand back down to my pussy where he continued to rub me until I exploded once again, harder this time, more intense, it filled my whole body with endorphins and left me breathless. I lay there for a bit, soaked in my own juices and he cuddled up next to me. I held him for a bit, had another little tease and then sent him off to sleep with aching balls and an erection.
Looking forward to the weekend….
Firstly, let’s look at how amazing his ass is. Let’s just take a moment out of our day to appreciate what a fantastic ass he has and how good it looks in a tight, black skirt.
Yesterday morning, after an amazing night of orgasms, I got pretty horny from thinking about the previous night…. I was lying on the sofa, he was in front of his computer playing games.
I picked up my phone and started looking at his naughty pics on dropbox, and some videos he made for me in the shower… I got more and more aroused and started rubbing myself. He looked over at me and asked if I was having fun? I told him I was. He continued to play games for a little bit and then came over for cuddles.
I held him for a little bit and started teasing his cock with my hand, rubbing it gently like a little clit. He was sitting on my knee, spread out so that I had access to everything. It became apparent that he too, was quite aroused. He moaned at me, made me ache more for him. I told him to put some hentai porn on and return to his position. I got him a pretty pink silk nighty to wear for me too and some matching panties. He looked good enough to eat.
I lay there, with him on top of me as we watched together, although, in truth, I was more intent on watching his body’s reaction to my teasing. I spent a long time just teasing him with my hand, fingers, rubbing him, stroking his sensitive places, pinching his nipples. After an hour or so, the hentai ended, I told him to put on another – I wasn’t finished with him yet. He did as he was told and returned to his position where I was holding him from behind.
I lifted the wand vibrator I had prepared earlier and showed it to him. He ached for it to be close to him. I teased his inner thighs, his nipples, his stomach, the entire area surrounding his cock. He was writhing around in anticipation of the vibrator touching his cock, that when it finally did, he almost came immediately. I had to stop him. I flipped him over so that he was lying on top of me, face down and held the vibrator up to my clit. It felt good, I was soaking. I told him to rub his cock on it as I rubbed myself with it. He did but I think his fear of cumming without permission made him hold back a bit. I grabbed his ass and forced his cock down on it as I pleasured myself. I came, an explosive orgasm leaving me in quite a mess…
I flipped him back over again and finished him off by holding his cock inside his silk nighty and rubbing the vibrator up and down it until he came. He lay shaking for a while and making the cutest little noises as the orgasm wracked through his body. Poor thing, he looked exhausted. I held him until he was ready to move again.