Sir pauses in my doorway long enough for any curious neighbor to see I’m utterly naked. It’s clear he wants to toy with me todayfrom the playful dirty thought in the back of his eye. I can’t help but smile at the delicious torment to come.
It’s 2pm – Friday. That’s “our” day. I always make myself available beginning at noon, but he’s just arrived because of traffic – that, and mercury is retrograde.
I am not privy to his plans for me. I can make requests, but he makes all the decisions during playtime. We’ve been doing this long enough that he knows my limits – and how to push them when it pleases him. Sometimes I wonder how a true submissive would behave. They’d probably kneel naked on the floor by the door when he arrives, avoiding eye contact and waiting for the opportunity to lick his feet. That’s not me. I stand tall and nakedly display my desire for him and the way he uses the endless toys his bag of tricks. I’d like to think he enjoys the challenge of a bratty, mouthy babe who always keeps her agency. Will I ever surrender? Hmm.
His suitcase is wheeled into the bedroom. Sir always takes his time choosing his props. He enjoys process. Sir slowly unzips this pocket and that, searches through his sizable bag to choose today’s items. As I’ve been doing lately, I lie back on the bed facing him and spread my legs wide. When he turns to place aselection on the bed, my pussy greets him. He takes a devilish glance as I slide my finger from side to side. This operation, as he chooses the instruments of his pleasure, makes me exceptionally wet. The anticipation heightens as each crop, ruler or micro-needling roller is placed on the bedspread for me to view.
Sometimes, I wear a wildly ridiculous getup for his visits - like a cupless bra and crotchless panties. Other times, I’ll hit the goodwill and find a slutty, too short cocktail dress for him to cut off of me as he chooses. He’ll make a small incision with very sharp scissors – then RIP the fabric down to the seam. I nearly came the first time he did that.
When he tells me to stand up, I’m nearly giddy. He points to the end of the bed.
It’s going to be ass up today. That’s probably my favorite. “Yes, Sir,” I say with a giggle. I can’t help myself – playing with himis too much fun.
Slowly, he puts a padded, black leather cuff with shiny silver buckles on each wrist, then ankles. My foot gently caresses the back of his calf while he links three sections of steel pipetogether. I can’t wait to give him head in a little while. But first..
“Spread your legs.”
He hooks the pipe to my ankle cuffs – forcing my legs to stay wide.
Sir kisses me deeply, passionately, grabbing a fist full of hair - then tips me face first onto my bed.
This makes my pussy about as wide as the Grand Canyon, exposing my inner lips, vagina and clit. My eyes close and I exhale with pleasure as excitement quakes inside me. It gets even hotter as he roughly grabs the wrist cuffs one by one – linking them to leather straps attached to my bed frame. I’m utterly at his sweet mercy now.
I can’t see much from this position – and I like that. Sound becomes my primary tool of anticipation. Swishes, small tinkles or other noises make my mind swirl – is that his flogger? Why is does he have a chain? Will he start with the crop? The flogger? Or his palm – his hot, hard hand? How about the micro-needle roller? Last time, it made me wriggle and squirm from intense tickling along my sides – a singular sensation. What about the feather toy I bought for him, but he hasn’t yet used? With my back injury, I can’t have super hard “impact play” right now, so teasing takes center stage. We’ll see where this goes once I’m healed. I’m not a “pain slut,” but not that long ago, I never would have imagined I’d long for a spanking.
My wandering wonderings come back to present when what I presume is a finger gently swipes my wet vag with one long stroke from bottom to top, finishing at my clit with a second of delicious pressure. A shudder moves through my body. Then, his finger stops.
“You’re very wet.”
I can already tell it’s gonna run down my legs today. “I can’t help it. You fucking turn me on, Sir.”
“Is that right, you dirty slut? Is that why you flash me your pussy like a whore?”
“Yes, Sir. My exceptionally wet pussy, for you to do with what you will.”
Swish, swish swish. That’s the flogger, which he knows I love for its sensual, almost caress-like feel. Gently, he begins, bringing the long wisps of leather across my ass. Ahhh. I laugh – spankings are so funny to me. Ridiculous. Some Doms, and subs for that matter, take it all absurdly seriously too. To me, it’s fun. He moves the flogger back and forth across my ass, slowly increasing the pressure. Sir moves up my back, over my shoulders, then back down again. Whap, whap, whap. The flogger licks at my thighs, inside and out, inside and out, back and forth in a sweet rhythm.
Sir swipes me again with his finger, this time starting at the clit and working his way down – inserting two fingers. I moan. My pussy contracts, grabbing onto them, by body begging him to fuck me. He pumps inside me twice, then pulls them out to takeone of his many pauses. I reach my pussy as high as I can on my tip toes, hoping he’ll stroke me again, or use his tongue.
Instead, he leaves the room and returns a minute later with a sandwich. I laugh out loud, hearing him chewing, sipping his coffee. That’s right, Sir, I’m just a thing for you to play with. How is it that I loathe objectification in the world, yet cannot wait to be his toy?
Refreshed, Sir resumes his spanking, gently taking it down the thighs, inside and up to the pussy lips. Gentle “whaps” on the labia – ooh – sting and make me squirm. I wish he’d say something. I wish he’d tell me how beautiful I am, how much he likes having me as his fucktoy, tease me with details of what’s to come. But he’s silent. He lets his props speak for him.
Next, something wooden - tap tap tap tap on the same spot with a very slight increase of pressure. After 15 or so, fire begins to rise along with strong stinging. He knows exactly when I’ve had enough, rubbing the spot with his palm, then stroking my ass and thighs in big sweeps. That might me my favorite part – the caress after the pain. He uses multiple instruments over about a half hour – the puss growing more and more sensitive as the spanking goes on.
Sir brings this portion of the afternoon’s entertainment to itscrescendo. He puts a vibrator against my clit on the lowest, pulsing setting. I’m on the absolute edge. He knows it. He keeps me there. WHACK his palm hits my ass. Finally, he speaks,“Cum for me.” I’m moaning and gasping as the orgasm builds. “I want it. Give it to me.” He knows my sounds so well by now, he knows I’m on my way. Up and up and up as he presses the vibrator against my swollen clit - slowly increasing the speed until I cum fiercely, shaking and sighing, wanting to kiss him, fuck him and suck him all at the same time as, I predicted, wetness slides down my legs. But he isn’t finished. He turns the vibrator down, but continues to press it on my pussy, keeping the orgasm gently rocking throughout my body – which is now supine, helpless on the bed. I’m 100% his, shuddering and cumming at his mercy. That, however, is not surrender – and he knows that.
Sir releases me from the restraints – my aching arms and legs gently slide up on the bed. My body is on fire. I’d love to lie here in the flood of endorphins but sadly, no rest for the slutty. “Over here,” he commands. He wants me to kneel in front of him. Oh goodie. His cock is already hard. I look up at Sir smiling – biting my lip – making my mouth as full and wet as I can. Then, I take his cock in my hand and slip it in my mouth, watching his face. Pleasure shudders through him – such satisfaction. Does he feel that too when he sees me respond to his whaps and caresses?
I blow him just how he likes – deep throating, hard sucking on the shaft and head with my hand twisting at the base, telling him how much I like being his slut whore and want him to cum on me. I’m going pretty rough and hard today, and he loves it. I want to be the best he’s ever had. That’s a tall order – he’s exceptionally experienced – but based on his reaction, I’m sure I hold my own. Finally, I can hear his orgasm coming from his moaning pattern. I stop sucking, using my hand to quickly stroke him off, sucking on his perineum underneath until the moment arrives. I want to see it – I love to watch the cum emerge – the proof of pleasure. He sprays all over my tits and I adore every drop. His entire body quakes.
He can’t stay today. His late arrival has thrown off his schedule. There are deals to be done.
Sir repacks his bag. I watch him, still naked, still covered in his cum. I like to smell it. I like to feel owned for a moment or two – dirty and slutty.
Gosh, what will he do to me next Friday
