A not-so-typical evening after work [FM] - mild bdsm | 2016

Note – I wrote this in more of a literature-y format just because that’s what I’m better at. In reality this is a small slice of what we did a week ago, with a detail or two thrown in from some previous adventures ;)

I wait patiently for master to return. Not that I have much choice; my feet are bound to the corners of the bed, my wrists tied to the headboard above. Master has stripped me of everything except my black collar, which he instructed me to put on for him before he got home. The A/C seems to be working better than usual – my nipples are hard, and my pale skin is covered in goose bumps. Though that could just be from the anticipation.

“Were you a good slave before I got home today?” Master asks, startling me as he enters the room, setting several pieces of equipment on the floor beside the bed where I lay. He takes off his shirt; already I can see his cock pushing against the fabric of his pants.

“What do you mean, Master?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” He smiles dangerously, picking up a thin strap of leather from the pile on the floor. Attached to it is a small, blue whiffle ball - just small enough to fit inside of my mouth. I shiver as he brushes the cold buckle against my thigh. “Did you pleasure yourself without my permission? Because if you did…” he lifts my head, leaning towards my ear as he slides the strap underneath. “You know I’ll have to punish you.”

“I've been a good slave, Master.”

“Really?" He asks, puzzled. He leans away, reaching down towards the side of the bed for what I assume to be the crop. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“You shouldn’t,” I say, trying to suppress a grin. Master stares at me for a moment.

“So you were a little slut without my permission, and…” he says, pausing for a moment as he runs the crop up my leg, towards my clit. “And you lied to me about it.” He shakes his head, tapping the head of the crop against my breast. “You know what happens when Master’s whore when she misbehaves.”

“Yes, Master.”

“She gets punished,” he says, raising his crop and slapping the other breast with force. God, it stung. I loved it.

“You know what else happens?” He asks, climbing onto the bed and straddling me as he reaches for my head.

“What, Master?”

“She gets used like the ungrateful bitch she is,” he says, wrapping a handful of my thick blonde hair in his fist and forcing his cock in my mouth. I take in his head like I had been waiting all day for it (which I had), running my tongue up his shaft and around the tip. He pushed in further, hitting the back of my throat. “You like this, don’t you?” I nodded slowly, my lips only a couple inches from the base now. I love getting to suck him off when he’s this hard. First time of the night is always the best.

“You’re getting lazy,” he says. Before I can respond, he shoves into my throat as hard as he can, yanking my head towards him by my hair and pounding his cock into me. I wrap my lips around his shaft, wondering how much longer I would be able to last without breathing.

“Mm is that enough?” He asks after what seems like an eternity, slowly pulling his cock from my lips. “Have we learned our lesson yet?”

“I suppose,” I say quietly, taking in a deep breath as I lick the spit and precum from the side of my lip. “But…you want to make sure I remember, don’t you Master? I might forget…”

“I can’t have my slave forgetting the rules,” he said, smiling a bit as he stroked the side of my face, touching his thumb to my cheek. “It’s for her own good.”

“I know, Master,” I say, letting out a small moan as he slides his other hand into my pussy.

“I just want you to remember who owns you.”

“I've never forgotten, Master.”

“Then why do you always break the rules?” He asks, working his thumb against my clit as he fits another finger inside of me. “You know I’m the only one who’s allowed to pleasure you. And if you can’t wait until I get home,” he says, his near bursting cock pushing against my thigh. “Then you have to make it up to me.”

“Don’t I always make it up to you?” I say as he pulls out his fingers, leaning over and reaching for my foot.

“I make sure you do,” he says, untying one ankle, then the other. He unstraddles me, standing up at the foot of the bed. “Give me your ass.”

“But Master...please. I need you to finish me.” I would have kept begging, done anything in that moment if it meant him finishing me right then. But I knew he wouldn’t, not yet. Not until he was ready.

“You don’t need anything, you filthy cunt,” he says, grabbing my torso and flipping me over onto my stomach. He reaches for the gag hanging loosely around my neck, pulling it up so it wrapped around my cheeks and pushing the ball inside my mouth. “You take what I fucking give you.” He tightens the strap, tucking it through the buckle and stretching out his hands over my ass. He lifts both hands, slapping my ass hard as moaned through the gag. “God, you’re filthy.” He hits me again as he takes his cock, rubbing it on my clit until I begin shaking.

“There’s my slut,” he says, holding my ass with one hand. “My slave who wants absolutely nothing more than her master inside of her. Pounding her until it hurts.” I am moments away from finishing, but he takes his cock away from me before I can. I try to hide it, but Master knows exactly how close I am. I hear him reach down to pick up something. I yelp as he starts to push a plug into my ass. It’s thick – a lot bigger than I’m used to. Or maybe I've just been spoiled for too long.

“Too big for you?” He says, taking it out for a moment before pushing it in further.

“No, Master,” I say after a moment, closing my eyes as I got used to the feeling. “You don’t have much faith in me.”

“I still want my slave to enjoy herself,” he says. I can feel his cock again. He grinds it into the side of my ass, which is now covered in precum.

“You want this?” I can hear his smile, how proud he is of himself. But even I know that Master can’t restrain himself much longer. I nod slowly as he unbuckles the ball gag, tossing it on the floor beneath us. “Then scream like you haven’t been fucked in weeks.”

I don’t need him to tell me that. I feel like I haven’t been fucked in years. He holds my ass as he pushes himself in slowly, my pussy wetter and tighter than ever after what seemed like hours of teasing. He lets out a sigh as the rest of his cock slides in, not waiting any longer to pound himself into me. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up as I start moaning.

“You fucking needed this.” He says through gritted teeth, sinking his fingers into my round ass. “You couldn’t live without your Master’s cock making you come this hard.”

“I just want to make you come, Master.” I say, trying to keep myself from being pushed over the edge. I want to wait.

“Yeah? You know you’re not allowed to come until I say you’re allowed to.”

“Yes, Master. But I can’t wait much longer.” I’m on the verge of coming, and he knows it.

“You’ve been a good whore. I reward my slaves when they please me.”

“Please Master…” This is fucking torture.

“Mm. You can come on my cock,” he says after a moment. I feel him pulsing as I come, practically screaming as I dig my nails into the sheets. He moans, thrusting one last time before letting out a sigh. I’m still shaking, trying to keep myself in position. We stay that way for a moment, neither of us really wanting to move. After a while he spoke, still on top of me.

“That was fucking amazing, babe.”

“God yes it was,” I say, trying to untangle myself from him. I sat up, leaning against the headboard and closing my eyes. “Yes it was.”

“Mmm,” he says from beside me, leaning against my shoulder. We sit there for a bit, regaining our breath as we enjoy the feeling of not being able to think about anything.

“So. Archer?” I suggest, turning towards him after a moment. He laughs a little, kissing me for what I'm pretty sure is the first time tonight.

“Sounds perfect.”