A New BDSM Relationship Continues: Chapter 2
One night, I had the most blissful sleep, feeling content like never before. As I cautiously made my way to the bathroom, I realized my appearance was less than stellar. My usually stunning auburn hair was now a shambles, resembling Edward Scissorhands' style. My makeup had been destroyed with tears streaking down my face. Dark circles framed my eyes and my lips were smudged with lipstick. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.
My breasts were pink and swollen, while my bottom was a matching pink. My bumhole, on the other hand, was battered and bruised. My pussy was delicate and a frustratingly beautiful red-brown hue. As I touched it, a stream of pleasure seeped out. Resisting the urge to keep going, I washed myself and made my way towards my lover's bed.
Once in his bed, his now erect cock beckoned me. I didn't waste any time. I sucked and stroked simultaneously, eager to please him and receive him in the most satisfactory manner. He protected the morning air with my long hair, holding it firmly in one hand, while guiding me with the other. His hand tugged at my head, exposing his rod to my suction and rotating hips. I was all too happy to oblige.
I was suddenly summoned to stop. He pulled me up to face him and gave me a passionate kiss. He looked at me lovingly before asking, "Is there something you want?"
My heart raced; the possibility of asking my lover for an extension was the greatest thrill. "Sir, may I stay with you?"
"Yes," he replied softly. "But you must go fetch that top you were wearing and put it on," the room echoed with my elated moan. My top left an eye-catching effect on his face as it stretched across my swollen breasts. I hurried back to his bed, aroused and ready to serve him more. He was holding his cock with his hand, eagerly waiting for my mouth. My nostrils flared as I brandished it, before I stopped short.
"Please, sir, I need to go to my car to get my clothes." How could he deny that? "Then get back here. Continue sucking me, don't swallow yet."
I blushed as I dressed quickly but he clearly didn't mind. I was pleasantly surprised when the car keys were handed to me. Stumbling out into the torrential rain, I hopped down three steps, struggling with the case. The top hurtled past me, bouncing along with my bare chest. I could barely stand to communicate with my lover, hoping for another round.
My lover emerged, equally enthused. I was to freeze outside, bouncing inexplicably with glorious imperfections. I had always dreamed of this encounter but never imagined I'd be this soaked.
He beckoned me inside. I looked at him warily, anticipating sex. He was standing up again. What were his plans? Cold, wet and sexy, I could feel his eyes on my naked body. My nipples stuck out bravely, and I could almost hear his deep breath.
Smiling at my lover, I was ready to lay myself bare for him. His eyes teeth still glistened. I was paralyzed as he led me to the floor. In one swift motion, he entered me, stroking my pink flesh and claiming my body as his. My breasts bounced with each thrust, my top constantly attempting to cover my shame. My exhalation was damp and heavy, while his mouth sealed around mine.
At that point, a simple day transformed into an unforgettable ordeal. My bottom had been conquered and I was right where I belonged. His strong arms encircled me as I came.
A chilly mission had turned me into a shaken child eager to be consumed by the man I loved.
Oh dear, I made a blunder, and instead of following my own plan, I couldn't resist the temptation of her irresistible beauty. I definitely should've restrained myself, but at this point, it's too late. I removed my penis and had her put it in her mouth. "I've never subjected anyone to punishment for being overly appealing, and you're the first lucky one. Now hop into the shower and take an hour to become presentable. Use the spare bedroom," I told her.
I struggled, shivering and soaked, as I made my way to the bathroom. I took a speedy shower to wash off the mess and put on some lounge wear. I sat in the living room, waiting for her to return.
In the living room, I saw her shivering and having trouble with her luggage. Her drenched and disheveled hair made her look desperate as he brutally pulled her to the floor and relentlessly pushed his penis into her damp pussy. He was out of hand, forceful, and grasped her chilled breasts with his warm hands, while rapidly thrusting his penis into her.
Her legs instinctively spread as far as they could, and she yearned to embrace him tighter, but she couldn't with her ankles tied. She hugged him while she climaxed. I lost considerable spunk in her mouth, which was later replaced by his moist and slick penis.
I had an hour to get ready, anticipating my chastisement. I wiped away the mess from my face and proceeded to the second bedroom, where he had instructed me to get ready. To my disappointment, it was just an ordinary double-sized room with a bed, wardrobe, dressing table, and hooks on the ceiling. The cuffs were secured to the bed corners.
I quickly showered, dried my hair, and applied some makeup. I went back to the living room, dressed in front of him. I got on my knees in front of him while still naked. "Good girl," he acknowledged, a comment that sent shivers down my spine. "You may wear the cuffs, but you're missing the wrist and ankle ones. Make breakfast with eggs, bacon, etcetera," he said.
I stood up and wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of my clothing. I was alarmed thinking he intended to throw away the items purchased at great expense; however, he guided me to the utility room, where the washing machine is. "Wash your clothes," he instructed. I decided against stashing them into the washing machine and hand-washed the items. I then prepared breakfast for both of us.
He allowed me to join him and eat breakfast with him at the table. "Bring me the cuffs," he ordered. I left the room, crawled, keeping my back arched and bum facing up, carrying the cuffs in my mouth and hands. I went back to the bedroom, clicked my wrists together and held them out extended as he kissed my palm. I enjoyed this non-punishing moment as he secured the cuff on my wrist. He repeated the process with my left arm and then my right leg.
After making love to my left foot similarly, I set out to my right, delivering similar affection and care until he reached my wet, ready pussy. His touch sent waves of ecstasy through me. I was waiting for more punishment when he abruptly stopped, knowing I was close to climax.
I fastened the cuffs onto my ankles and was ordered to the spare bedroom. He put her in the "inverted U" position against the bed, arched back, and her legs spread high and connected to the headboard corners. I became his subject, aroused and ready for a spank. This position offered an extraordinary sight of her curvy figure, with spanking causing fantastic ripples in her fleshy bum.
"Ouch!" she cried out as I slapped her bottom, making it jiggle enticingly. I was having a lot of fun, so I gave her a few more slaps, alternating between left and right cheeks, with each one eliciting a louder "Ouch!" from her.
I found a belt and moved closer to her head so I could admire the glimmer of her breasts. "Yipes!" she shrieked, and I accidentally hit her harder than intended. She didn't seem to mind, and her breasts moved seductively.
I managed to get my penis out so she could suck on it. "This spanking was for you being naughty and seductive, making me want to fuck you before I wanted to. But that doesn't take into account your disobedience when you swallowed my sperm, which I told you to keep in your mouth. So now you're going to blow me, and keep it in your mouth. If it's not there when I demand to see it, you'll be punished by having your pussy whipped. Your reward will be not getting your pussy whipped. Get on with it."
She put a lot of effort into bobbing up and down on my penis, but I continued to whip her bottom with the belt and watch the ripples. She gave it her all, the strain on her neck muscles must have been painful, but she didn't stop. I wasn't going to come soon, so she kept going.
Her bottom was extremely red, and the way her legs were spread, you could see her pussy was open for more abuse. I was feeling a bit sorry for her, having cum twice already, but I wasn't going to come quickly.
"Good try, girl, but you failed. But since I'm a kind master, I'll allow you another chance," I said, releasing her and placing a cushion on the floor. "On your knees. Suck it."
MAC
Being in this position was so uncomfortable. My arms were stretched, my back arched, and my legs were tied to the bed head. He seemed to enjoy hitting my bottom, which hurt a lot. Somehow, I ended up trying to give him oral pleasure, which was difficult because I was moving my head while he was hitting my bum. I bobbed up and down on his penis while he hit me with his belt.
I wanted to give up, but I knew he wouldn't let me. I was crying, I was hurting, and the stinging in my bottom was painful. Somehow, he hit me in my pussy twice, which was excruciating. I screamed into his penis.
He untied my hands and had me kneel in front of him to continue sucking his penis. He allowed me to use my hands while he came. I kept his sperm in my mouth as instructed. "I'm going to the pub to watch the game. I expect you to be cleaned up and looking sexy when I get back." He kissed me passionately, but I didn't want to lose any sperm.
He was gone, and I was left feeling bruised, aching, and with a mouth full of sperm. I had two hours before I needed to get ready for him. I first went to the mirror and examined my body. My breasts were quite beaten up, my nipples looked beaten as well as my stomach and thighs, covered in red lines. My pussy was red and swollen. Turning around, I looked at my red bottom.
Although my body hurt, I felt incredibly happy. This master had made me happy, and I wanted to please him even more. I took a long bath to relax my body. As I lay in the bath, I thought about the events. I almost fell asleep, still making sure I kept his sperm in my mouth.
I carefully dried myself and spent a while on my hair and makeup. My first decision was my underwear – I wouldn't be able to wear any with the ankle cuffs on. He liked my blue silk top so much that I decided to wear a similar one, this time white. White stockings and a suspender belt, and my heels.
I clipped the leash onto my collar and knelt by the door. I waited and waited, hungry and thirsty, but I had his sperm in my mouth. I heard the key in the door, so I picked up the leash and offered it to him, also making sure my top revealed my breasts.
"We won," he said as he pulled me over, face-down on the sofa. "Suck it," he commanded, pushing my face into his crotch. He was quite drunk, which was evident from the smell of beer. I unfastened his trousers, took out his limp penis and put it in my mouth. For hours, I had been holding his sperm in my mouth, and he didn't even notice.
With my hands and mouth, I managed to arouse him to the point where I wanted him to ejaculate into my mouth. However, upon looking closely, I noticed he was asleep. Dammit! I've spent so long waiting for him, kneeling uncomfortably, only to have his limp dick in my mouth. His slumbering state didn't do much for my enjoyment.
How do I react? If he's my master, I must obey his desires, even if they include me on my knees fiercely trying to please him only to be left sleepy and unresponsive. But with him passed out, I considered using this opportunity to quench my own thirst and hunger.
Man, there's a padlock on my ankle cuffs, limiting my movements a bit. I hopped towards the kitchen, poured myself a glass of wine, and whipped up a quick sandwich. With caution, to avoid spilling the wine, I made my way back to the living room, sat across from him, and placed my feet on the table, legs spread apart - ready to greet him with a hot meal, so to speak.
The adventure continues......