I take a long bath, making sure I was smooth all over and extra clean. Then I slip on a simple black chemise. My breasts practically spill over the top of it, and I wear nothing else.
The door to the room opened and Sir walked in. I walk across the room and kneel before him, eyes downcast waiting for his instruction.
“Stand,” I do so but keep my eyes averted from his, not looking until he says I can.
He places his hand beneath my jaw and makes me look up.
I meet his eyes, he is a firm and consistent Sir, his hands move up to my hair, taking handfuls and running it through his fingers.
It felt amazing and I tilted my head back into his hands and let out a moan.
His grip tightens on my hair, keeping my head leaned back, throat exposed. The feelings he stirs in me are intense and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch.
As if reading my mind, he slips one of his hands up under my slip and feels my sex, he pulls his hand away and seems pleased with the results.
“Go to the bed” Sir barks. I obey his command, walking backwards until I felt the bed at the back of my thighs. I paused, waiting for his next instruction. He closes the distance between us and pushes me back onto the bed then he flips me over onto my stomach, I adjust my position to get more comfortable.
“Did I tell you to move?” his voice calm but firm.
“No” I replied. I hear the harsh smack before I register the bite of the pain across my arse.
“No, what?” He stated, voiced raised just a bit.
“No, Sir” I feel his hands on my arse, rubbing the spot he smacked.
He flipped me back over onto my back, my breasts completely out of my slip. Sir kneels over me, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple, and I arch my back and push my breast into his face. He switches to my other breast; I start to move my hands to his head and pull him into my breasts.
In a flash his mouth is off my breast and my hands are pinned on the bed above my head.
“Did I tell you that you could touch me?” Amusement dances in his voice.
“No, Sir” I respond, feeling cold without him pressed against me. Sir orders me to keep my hands above my head. He sits back on his knees, straddling my lower legs. He doesn't break eye contact with me as he removes his belt from his jeans. He leans forward on top of me again and ties my hands together above my head.
“Now, keep your hands above your head” I nod in acceptance, and Sir moves down my body. He pushes my slip up above my hips and spreads my legs open. He lightly brushes his lips across my sex as I gasp at the touch. He begins to suck on my inner thigh, the spot elicits a wave of twisted pleasure that flows through my entire body. I try to move my leg away, but he holds it in place. He continues to suck, causing me the squirm under his touch. He finally pulls away and a love bite is left behind.
A smile plays across his lips, he has marked me as his. He moves his head back down and presses his tongue flat across my pussy lips. Slowly he licks up my cunt stopping when he finds my clit. He begins to attack it with his tongue, and it feels amazing. I squirm under his touch, he's holding my legs open as he continues to ravish my cunt. Without warning I feel him slip a finger inside me, he curls it and presses it against my G-spot.
Unable to contain myself I let out a hiss of pleasure. Sir pulls his finger out and reinserts two, rubbing them across my spot and his tongue continues to lick my clit. The pressure of my orgasm builds in me quickly and rips through my body. My legs are shaking and without realizing it I move my tied hands down to hold his head.
Instantly his mouth and hands are gone, and I am flipped back over onto my stomach. The thrashing of his hand across my arse echoes in the room.
“I told you to keep your fucking hands above your head” Sir's voice is stern this time, almost angry.
“I'm sorry” I feebly reply. Another smack lands on my arse. “Sorry, what?” He waits for my reply. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
He doesn't respond but I feel his weight leave the bed. I don't dare chance to look where he goes. I hear him off to my left, and in about a minute I see him out of the corner of my eye returning.
This time he is by the head of the bed. “Sit back onto your knees” and I obey his command, eyes downcast and hands tied in front of me. He climbs on the bed to join me, his crotch directly in front of my face. Sir unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his semi-hard cock.
I start to lean forward to lick it, but my head is pulled back by one of his hands as he grabs and twists my hair, as his other hand grabs my throat. He doesn't squeeze, just applies enough pressure to make it known he holds the power.
“Beg,” I look up at him and steady my voice, “may I please suck your cock?” His hand tightens around my throat. “What did you say?”
“May I please suck your cock, Sir?”
He removes his hand from my throat and guides my head back to his crotch.
I dart my tongue out and lick the head of his cock, getting a taste of him. I lean further in, taking his entire cock into my mouth. I create suction around his cock, moving my tongue against his head. I feel his cock grow hard in my mouth, touching the back of my throat. I pull back, letting his cock slip from my lips with a pop. I lick the length of his cock and pull it back into my mouth.
I take as much into my throat as I can, feeling myself gag on the length. He lets me suck him for a few more minutes before pushing me back by my shoulders. His erect member falls from my lips, and he once again leaves the bed. Then my hands are being pulled causing me to fall forward onto my stomach. He stretches my arms up and ties a rope through the belt and then to the head of the bed.
“I wasn't going to do this, but you have proved to be really disobedient an ill-disciplined tonight”
Sir's voice cuts through the silence as he instructs me to get on my knees and I comply.
Once again, I feel my slip pushed over my hips and then up my back.
My arse and back exposed to him.
I feel Sir lightly drag a something across my skin, it tickles, and I squirm.
Then I feel pain as he flogs my arse, despite the stinging sensation I feel myself getting wet again.
Sir drags the leather strands across my arse. I feel the tails of the leather brush against the lips of my cunt. I catch my breath at the sensation and Sir lightly taps my lips.
He continues to run the leather strands across my back, then he catches me off guard by delivering a crack to the inside of my thigh. I yelp in response, and he rewards me with another crack to my arse.
I feel myself dripping, wanting more. Sir delivers and lashes me 3 more times before he stops without warning.
My skin is crying out to be touched, I let out a small protest, and I feel him pull my hair back, turning my head up and to the side to look at him.
“It is unbecoming of you to pout”. I nod in response and apologize. He lets my hair go and he disappears from my view. I feel him behind me as he rubs the spots that he has whipped. It feels wonderful as he rubs out the soreness, but I need more.
“Please sir?” I ask.
“Yes?”
“Please, will you fuck me?” His touch leaves me with my request.
“A little impatient tonight, aren't we?”
“I'm sorry Sir, you just have me so aroused.”
With that I feel him press the tip of his cock to my cunt lips.
He pushes his entire member into my tight wet cunt.
I push my hips backward, pushing his cock as deep into me as it can go. It fills me, and I can feel it pulsing inside me.
He places a hand on my upper back and pushes my chest down to the mattress. At this angle he can push inside me just a little deeper.
I gasp in pleasure as the head of his cock rubs against the wall of my cunt, brushing against my spot.
He moves his hands to either side of my hips, using them to push and pull me off his cock in long slow strokes. Its agonizing “fuck” I hiss.
My utterance is met with a harsh smack across my arse. I yelp, and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me.
“What did you say?” His voice so calm, if it wasn't for his throbbing cock shoved deep into my cunt I would think I had no effect on him at all.
“Fuck me sir, please fuck my cunt?”
He decides to indulge me, and he picks up his pace, slamming hard into me with each thrust.
I tighten my grip on his cock as I contract my inner muscles, and I feel my toes curl.
Sir keeps a steady even rhythm, and I feel the pleasure swell inside me.
I know he knows I am about to cum, he always knows, and he picks up his pace just a little more, “you can cum now, cover sir with your cum.”
My orgasm rips through me, as I stop meeting him with each thrust. I feel him slow down as I ride out my orgasm, when it subsides, he pulls out completely and I suddenly feel empty.
He is by my side, and I turn my head to look at him. His cock is dripping with my cum.
“Clean it” and don't waste any time.
I lick all my cum off his cock, and then suck him hard.
“You like the taste of your cum, don't you?” I moan on his cock, nodding my head “Mmmmm.”
He places his hand on my head, twisting his fingers in my hair as I continue to suck him. I feel his cock grow larger in my mouth, I know he's close, and chance a glance up at him.
His head his tilted back, eyes shut, mouth twisted in pleasure.
I smile and double up my efforts. He lets out a low moan and I'm rewarded with the first stream of cum.
I quickly swallow it down and another one hits the back of my tongue.
“You like drinking up all my cum, don't you?” I'm so busy swallowing him down that I don't respond. “That's right swallow Sir down.”
I feel his cock start to go soft and he pulls me off. I stretch back down on my stomach, arms still stretched and tied together above my head. He moves up and unties me. Despite being free of the restraints I keep my arms up.
“You may move your arms,” I pull them down and roll to my side they are sore, and I feel stiff, he slides his hand between my legs and feels how wet I am and rubs circles on my clit.
I lean back against him, letting him get me worked up again.
Sir has a way of drawing out my moans, and I can feel him grow behind me. I press my arse against his cock and grind against his fingers, feeling him grown completely hard.
He pulls away from me and rolls me onto my back, crawling between my legs. He leans in holding a handful of my breast, he moves his hand to my leg, pulling it up onto his shoulder. He positions his cock at my cunt and pushes it in.
“May I please move, Sir?” I ask. “You may” and with his approval I pull my other leg up and drape it around his waist, allowing him to go deeper and pulling him closer.
We quickly move into a rhythm together.
I look up at him, and I see his pleasure is growing.
We pick up the pace, his free hand playing with my breasts and my hands holding my thighs.
I feel my orgasm swell inside me and I tighten more on his cock.
I feel his cock throb and I know he's close too.
We both moan as the pleasure builds.
Sir drops my leg and I wrap it around his hips, my heels pressed against his arse pulling him deeper into me.
“Cum for me” he says next to my ear and I do, hard.
We slow our pace and I dig my nails into his back as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me.
I'm screaming for him, my eyes shut tightly.
I hear him let out a stifled scream, and his cock pulses inside of me.
He is cumming too, and his pace slows down even more.
We ride out our orgasms together slowly coming to a stop.
He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back.
“Can I lick you clean sir,” I ask, “you may,” he responds I move up and over him onto my knees and clean up his cock, being very careful with the sensitive head, I lick every drop of liquid from him, I can taste both his and my juices, it’s heavenly.
I finish and say to him, “thank you sir, can we do this again soon please?”
He replies, “we will do this again when I tell you...understood?”
I bow my head in obeyance and say, “yes sir.”
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