My boyfriend [M] and I [F] have a dom/sub relationship. Part 2! | 2016

He reached next to the bed for the handcuffs on our nightstand, and as he leaned into me I felt the warmth of his cock press up between my ass cheeks, separated from my skin by a few layers of chiffon and lace. He cuffed my hands behind my back; my squirming under him did little good. I was now caught.

“What now, pet? Are you going to play nice?”

“Hell no.”

No response. And then-

Smack.

He spanked me, hard. I gasped and arched my back, and he twisted a hand into my hair and yanked my head back until I was on my knees. His other hand found its way underneath my bra, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“I’m going to keep punishing you until you can’t even beg me to stop anymore, sweetheart.”

He hiked up my dress and pulled down the satin thong I had on underneath, and then slid his hand between my legs, caressing me gently.

“Oh, you’re so wet,” he murmured into my ear. I was dripping; I had soaked through my thong with anticipation.

He brought his hand up to my face, and I opened my mouth out of habit. I sucked on his fingers until they too were soaking, and he brought them back down to the entrance of my pussy. I moaned involuntarily as he slid a finger in, and then two. He began to slide them in and out, slowly at first and then with increasing speed as I bucked against his hand. Every thought I had had flown out of my head; I couldn’t think, I could only want and need. He stroked my G-spot, pressing against my clit with his palm, and I whimpered in response. And then, as I was writhing and gasping and grinding into his hand, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy.

“No,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

“This is your punishment, pet. I’m not going to let you cum until you apologize and beg for it.”

Fuck.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. He took my silence as my answer.

“Alright then. You could’ve had it easy, darling.”

He clambered off the bed and pulled me with him by my handcuffs.

“Kneel for me.”

I sank down onto the carpet, sitting back primly on my feet. I knew struggling at this point would just be a waste of time.

He opened our drawer full of sex toys and pulled out the collar. My collar. It was made out of black leather had the word “Slut” stamped on it in shiny metal letters.

“All good pets have collars, don’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He sounded dangerous.

“Yes, master.” I said meekly.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, master.”

I tilted my head back so he could put the collar on me, smiling up at him as he did so.

“I’m going to fuck your face now, pet,” he said, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. His cock stood rigid in front of my face, its throbbing head swelled almost purple.

I opened my mouth and tilted my head back. He teased my lips with the tip of his penis, and I swirled my tongue around the tip, trying to get it as wet as possible.

“Try not to choke.”