Telling your Dom to "Bring it" after he's spent weeks working on his sex dungeon when you're naked and cuffed to a sex bed is probably not a good idea. (Or it IS a good idea depending on how you look at it.)
Sir presses his body against me, his erection resting firmly against my ass. He reaches around and cups my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers as he kisses me gently on my neck. My whole body tingles.
"You like that?" he asks knowing damn well I do.
"Yes, Sir," I reply as I close my eyes and tilt my head back towards him.
He reaches one hand down to test my wetness, then lifts his moistened fingers to my mouth. I suck on them instinctively reveling in the taste of my own juices.
He moves away and I am left hanging there with just the memory of his touch, when suddenly....
WHACK!!
"AGGHH!!" Both the sound of the whip on my back and my verbal protest swirl around my head. Oh FUCK that stings!
Do it again.
He reads my mind and obliges, each strike in a different place across my back and the sound of this sweet torture seems to be amplified to the point where I swear everyone in the neighborhood can hear me. And I don't give a DAMN!!
And then...nothing. I hear myself panting, the sting of the whip still fresh but I have no idea where he's gone. Then I feel his hands gently stroke my back, as if inspecting his work. He stands close to me, breathing on my neck. His hands so gentle and sensuous. So this is Sadistic Dom, who wants me to feel every sensation all at once - passion and pain, gentleness and harshness.
I am dripping wet.
He grabs my favorite dildo, a big, smooth purple phallic toy that glides inside me with ease.
"Hold it," he tells me.
DUDE!!! This thing is kinda heavy, I think to myself, but I clamp my vaginal muscles around the Purple Penis and hold on for dear life. Gravity fights against me though, and as it begins to slip I work my kegel muscles to draw it back up.
Up, down, up, down....I am literally fucking myself right now.
Then the sting of the whip across the back of my thighs contrasts sharply with the pleasure party going on between my thighs and I yell out...loudly.
"OWW!!" I yell in protest. The back of my thighs are way more sensitive than my back and the pain has me reeling. Tears swell in my eyes and my breathing becomes labored. I start to cry a little, it's so damn good.
"Oh GOD!" I exclaim as he continues to strike me.
"Sir will suffice," he replies and he presses against me again. He moves his fingers lightly, delicately, slowly up the back of my thighs, up my sides, in my armpits and up my arms. I am feeling pleasure, pain, anticipation...and now he's tickling me? REALLY? All the sensations are too much and I drop the Purple Penis.
"Who do you belong to?" he whispers, his lips right next to my ear.
"I belong to you," I respond, fully aware of my error.
He doesn't say a word, but just brings his hand to my neck.
I self correct. "I belong to you, Sir. Always." I say quietly.
With that he kicks my legs apart, grabs my hips and enters me from behind...HARD. The sound of his hips pounding against me, the sound of my wetness reverberating with every thrust, my panting, his groaning, even the sound of the bed as we can't help but move it a little with all of our motion, all of it driving me crazy.
I hold on tightly to the bed posts as he lifts my legs off the floor and pounds into me with abandon, his hands in a vice grip on my hips. He grunts and groans more loudly now and the sounds and sensations are just too much...my pussy pulsates against his invading cock as I cum all over the place. Shortly after I feel his warm juices release deep inside of me as he cums.
We stand there quietly for a moment, then he releases my restraints, turns me around and kisses me deeply while I'm still basking in the after glow. I am so raw, still reveling in all the sensations that I barely feel him guiding me gently onto the bed. I lay on my stomach, spread eagle and taking up most of the space. I feel him gently kiss the back of my thighs, my back, my shoulders, then he strokes my hair.
"Sleep," he says.
"Yes, Sir," I reply as I drift off to sleep.
