Chapter 2- Saturday Night Play Time
© L 2025
After going through my positions, you orderd me onto my pet bed to relax. No position, however I felt the most comfortable. You ordered me to drink from my dog bowl, and we just sat, listening to the music, you watching me, and me just relaxing. While it was tempting to break into conversation with me, you didn't want to break the dominating presence that had built, you in dom space, and me in sub space. There were no awkward silences when we were together, you never felt the need to fill the silence with talk, just for the sake of it. You had finished your whisky, and were rehydrating with a cold bottle of water. After ten minutes or so, you sat forward leaning on your arms and asked me if I needed to use the bathroom, I didn't, so answed 'no Sir'.
You approached me, knelt down at the foot of my pet bed facing me, then slid your body up and over mine, pinning me down with your weight. 'You earned your reward within the first ten minutes of this exercise, I've not been this proud of you in a long time'. You said staring directly into my eyes. When ever you do, I almost feel unworthy to be looking back at you. But lowering my eyes when you talk to me like this you find disrespectful. You encourage me to own my submission, to be proud of it, and to allow myself to be vulnerable with you always.
You continued, 'I am not sure how serious I was when I said you might get a second reward, but tonight, you earned it', you said as you stroked my hair. 'So you have a choice' you say, twirling a strand of my hair around your fingertips. 'When I finish playing with you, in my bed after, I will give you a full body massage. Or, tomorrow morning I will bring you breakfast in bed, my bed'. If you weren't looking at me so seriously, I'm not sure I would have believed what you were proposing. But it didn't take me long to decide. 'Definitely a massage Sir, thank you', I said smiling. 'Of course my love', you said so gently, so tenderly.
Your eyes burned with desire, and you stood up, reaching out a hand, you gestured for me to stand. Completely changing your demeanour you said 'come slut', and taking your hand, I did. Without saying another word you lead me to my cage. But you didn't put me in it. The great thing about my cage is that it is tall enough for me to bend over it, it puts my ass in the air just enough for you to spank it, use it, or use my pussy. It gives you the perfect height, and it is completely solid so it can take my weight. The bars also allow you to order me to hold onto them, or allow you to restrain me to it. You didn't restrain me, you orderd me to hold onto the bars, and not let go. You picked up your crop, that you used to correct my positions. You swatted the back of my hands with the crop just slightly to remind me of the penalty if I did let go.
Moving behind me you positioned your self so that you could strike my legs, ass and thighs with the crop. You began softly, almost rhythmically tapping, mostly across my ass but down my legs as well. Every now and then you took a harder strike. Not as hard as you did when you corrected my positions, but I definitely felt it. My body jolted against the hard metal of the cage. It felt uncomfortable, and reminded me that my comfort was secondary to yours in that moment.
Impact play is definitely one of the biggest kinks we share, we always have done. It is hard to remember a time when you didn’t spank, flog, crop, paddle, belt me less than once a week. It always brought us close together, it defined our relationship perfectly. We both love and cherish the marks and bruises, I wear them with passion and pride. You enjoy watching your accurate strikes leave just the right mark, in just the right place. You will, and do spank me as a punishment, but your preference would always be, to leave marks on me for being good, not bad. Your strikes gained momentum, the mixture of pleasure and pain that I can sink my submission into were being delivered by you, one after the other. It didn’t take my pussy long to start dripping all over again. There was no mistaking you owned every part of me in the moment, my body, my mind. It allowed me to switch off, embrace my submission.
My cries became louder as you built up the impact to match that of your earlier correction strikes. My ass, legs, thighs, felt on fire. Then you stopped, I could hear you taking some deep breaths as you composed yourself, and I heard you return the crop to the wall. But I didn't let go of the cage, I didn't look behind me. I heard you undress, set your clothes aside and approach me. Your hands touched me first, caressing me, running your hands over my sore ass and legs. You bent down, kissing my head, your body arching over mine, pressing yourself into me gently, your erect cock automatically positioned so as you do, it rubbed my soaking wet slit. You pushed slowly inside me, and I felt whole, I felt complete.
As you fucked me slowly you continued to kiss my body, you didn't say a word, you didn't need to. You were thanking me, yes for being yours, you never took it for granted. But for tonight, for showing you just how much I honor you. 'I want you to cum, to soak my cock', you whispered gently. With that you thrusted harder and deeper, I moaned in ecstasy, so grateful. Knowing after how close I had been to cumming during my positions, that I didn't have to restrain myself any further. You reached a hand around and touched my clit, and almost instantly I came, my body buckling under yours, gripping the cage with such strength as the orgasm flowed through me. You allowed me to fully ride it out, embrace it, coating your cock in my fluid, my moans of pleasure bounced off every wall.
You pulled out of me, ran your cock up to the entrace to my ass and started to push. This is why you wanted me to cum, you wanted me to lube your cock naturally. You pushed firmly into me, the sensation almost took me over the edge, all over again. 'Take my cock slut', you said grabbing my hair, pulling it so my head was pulled up and back. A dressing mirror placed behind the cage allows you to watch me, see my expression, check I'm not letting go of the cage. Your thrusts deepen, become firm, quicker, my cries of pleasure and pain circle the room.
Enjoying my cries, my tight ass accepting you, the red welts glowing. You thrusted with vigor, owning me and then letting out your own primal cries you came deep in my ass. Your thrusting stopping, holding me tightly, inside and out.