Erotic Dreams & Horny Poetry

Dream

"Bunniiiiii...", you said as you drew out the name you have given me. You sat in your expensive tufted leather chair by the fireplace in the study. Your back is towards me as you face the window and I cannot see your face. I just arrived into the room.

"Yes, Sir?"
"What day is it?"
"Today is Wednesday, Sir" I replied, as I served you your King Alex III whiskey, neat, on a silver tray. Dressed in my assigned attire of black high heels, black garter with dark sheer stockings, and matching black lace balconette bra and panties that you bought me last week for being a good girl.

Really don't want to fuck this up because you asking me what day it is implies that something isn't right. Before I can reach you, to give you your whiskey, you say,

"And what time is it?"

I glance over at the marble analog clock on the wall, "It's 10:04, Sir."

"Yes it's 10:04, glad to know you still know how to read a clock. It means you're fucking late."

Fuck me.

"I'm sor-"

"Enough. Get over here. Tired of your sorries", you said as you snapped your fingers at me to hurry.

I shuffle quickly through the carpet. You're still dressed in your blue 3 piece Hugo Boss suit, with your top 2 buttons undone and tie loosen.

When I get to you, you glace down at my tray and slap the entire tray out of my hands onto the carpet.

"Not only are you late but you can't seem to remember to do 2 simple things: to have my whiskey and cigar brought to me. I give you everything, and you give me this?? Bring me 2 more glasses of my whiskey, never mind the cigar now. And bring something to clean the floor. NOW."

I quickly come back with the two whiskeys on the tray and cleaning supplies in the other hand. I set the supplies down and get on my knees to serve you your two drinks. You take the first drink and throw the contents in my face and throw the glass down on the carpet. My eyes burn and I whimper. The other glass you take and swallow the double shot clean. I started to wipe my eyes and you grab my wrists and yank me up off the floor.

"Get up and lay over Daddy's lap"

I do as I am told, tears leaving my face as a result from my burning eyes. I smell of whiskey. It's all over my face, hair and chest.

You pull and rip my panties down.

Ugh, I really liked that pair.

You cup your hand and charged your hand back to give me my first loud spank. I see my silhouette on the wall made from the fire.

"When."

Wack!

"Will."

Wack!

"You."

Wack.

"Learn!"

Wack!

"I'm sorry, Daddy" , I said shakily. "I promise I'll remember"

"Stop flinching, or you'll get 10 more with the studded belt. I'm not done. Count."

Wack!
"One. Thank you, Daddy."
Wack!
"Two. Thank you, Daddy."
Wack! Each spanking gets intensively painful. My round brown butt starts turning red.
"Three. Thank you, Daddy." My eyes begin to water.
"Louder!"
Wack!
"Four! Thank you, Daddy!"

I can begin to smell my scent between my legs. And you can too, it's getting stronger. You stick your finger in me and find it is completely saturated with my excitement. You shake your head from left to right.

"You're just a whore. A complete fucking slut. I'll treat you like a cheap slut, smelling of booze."

You throw me over your desk, ass completely exposed. You grab my hair and slam my head down sideways, one ear down on paperwork while I have view of the window. I yell out, at the sudden pain. Your whole body encases on top of me. You frantically unbuckle your belt and lean down so close to my head that I can feel your nose on my ear. I can feel you sweating and saliva starting to build. You're turning primal.

"You cheap fucking slut," you said in a loud whisper. "This is what filthy whores get!"
As you utter your final word, your ram your bulging cock up my tight throbbing ass. As I scream deeply from the unexpected pain of unlubricated anal, you only get harder. You throw yourself into me harder, each time harder and deeper than the last. Every time I move, you sternly put my body back into position to make sure I feel every bit.
"You shut your mouth and take it. Let's see how sorry you are."

"Oh, God, PLEASEEE! I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry!", I cried desperately.

As I plead, I feel my ass fill with your seed. My black eyeliner running down my face with sweat, whiskey, and tears.

This poem is less horny and more sweet.

Constantly checking my phone

to see if your name has popped up.

Constantly checking because I know

I am never to leave you waiting on me.

Constantly checking for the blue checkmark

that tells me you have viewed the task I have filmed and sent to you.

Constantly checking for your approval,

your pride,

your admiration.

Constantly thinking of you, Daddy

Poem

Does it make you happy when I open my mouth for you?

Take your cock without taking my eyes off you?

What about when I put my head down and ass up for you?

How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...

I take you in deep and involuntarily yell in pain as the first thrusts are so tight and filling. It takes my pussy time to stretch for you.

You use your palm to keep my back down, arch deep, to feel your every millimeter pierce inside of me.

How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...

Then my yells change to pleasure as my walls begin to welcome instead of reject you. Because the more I struggle, the more it will hurt. But you love me when I'm tense, don't you.

How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...

You love when I can't seem to take a breath. You take it every time you yank my head with a fist of my afro hair.

You take it everytime you stretch my throat as I gag on Daddy's cock.

You take it everytime when you shove my legs back so my knees touch my ears.

How I yearn to hear you said Good Girl...

You whip me to remind me of my purpose

You choke me to remind me of my trust for you

You spank me as you call me your good girl.

Dream

I pissed you off.

Sometimes you love my brattiness but today was not that day.

And instead of me apologizing, I still sassed you off.

You shot me the look. The look that makes my heart skip because I know I fucked up. Once you see that I have received your facial message, you swiftly look away from me and just say,

"Five minutes."

I go to the bathroom and strip down to only my diamond collar with a leash and thin white tank top. A size xs when I wear a medium.

I wait in the other room on my hands and knees on top of the leather ottoman, head down in shame. The room is cold.

You come in and turn the lights red. Punishment has now begun.

You walk towards me and I only have view of your brown Oxfords.

What's this? You're blindfolding me?

It's eerily quiet. I can't hear your steps on the carpet flooring.

SMACK!

OUCH! The first hit of the wooden paddle always hurts the most. I feel a vibrating sting on my butt cheeks

You deliver the 2nd hit. No, this one hurts more. It's the same spot. Now I feel a pulse that's not dissipating.

There's a 3rd blow because I let out a tiny yelped at the 2nd blow.

Then a 4th blow because I moved and lost balance at the 3rd blow.

As you inspect me, you see sweet nectar beginning to leave Sir's pussy. You make your way in front of me, unzip your pants, and notice below my neck a puddle starting to collect on the ottoman. Stiff bulging nipples leaking through my tight tank top. You order me to use my tongue to lick up the milk.

You stick your fingers inside of me to feel how warm and wet I am. It gets you rock hard everytime.

You put my wrists and ankles into the restraints custom built into the ottoman.

You lubricate my clit from my juices.

You rub my clit as you finger fuck and edge my tight hole. I want to cum and I beg.

"Beg like you need it, slut!"

You stop and shove those fingers in my mouth and down my throat. I suck them bone dry.

You slap me on my face. Not hard but firm and I immediately open my mouth, knowing this command means to take Daddy in my mouth.

You fuck my throat rough pushing the back of my head down deeper in one hand, while the other hand rubs my nipples. It makes my clit dance as my climax begins to build. I gag as my eyes water and thick stringy saliva drips from my mouth down to my neck.

"Pleaseeeeee Daddy, please! May I cum now!"

You see how tightly I clench my stomach, trying to keep it together and obey. On the brink of cumming. You stop rubbing my wet nipples that now left my shirt drenched from let-downs.

"You're Daddy's cum dumpster, understood! Now open your fucking mouth and you better not waste a single drop of Daddy's precious gift."

You grab my head with both your hands and throw your whole body down my throat in one last powerful thrust and fill my entire cavity with your rich salty seed of approval.

I swallow it all. "Thank you for this gift, Daddy."

My restraints are released and my leash is tugged as I'm lead off the ottoman and onto the floor. You fuck me hard and fast from behind as I moan deeper into the floor.

"Daddy, I promise I won't do it again. Please, please, may I cum? Oh my god, Daddy!!!!!"

I'm tapping out on the floor, so you put my wrists behind my back and pull my wrists towards you to hold me up. The loud sounds of my ass clapping as it meets you. The sounds of your hard cock glides in and out of my everlasting wet pussy. The friction of my tight shirt rubbing against my hard nipples as they bounce from your rough fucking. I start to feel my nipples release more warm liquid.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes, Daddy please!!"

"Yeah, whore?"

"YES!"

"Well Too Fucking Bad!"

You drop my wrists and stop fucking me at the drop of a pin. Half a second from me bursting into sweet release. You switch the lights back to soft white and tell me to clean up the room as you go to shower.

I am now left alone, in a puddle of my juices, still blindfolded and now starting to shiver from the cold air hitting all the spots where I am wet. For you know my biggest punishment is solitary treatment; I hate to be without you. But what I hate even more is what put me here. I will never do it again.

Punishment has now ended.