| A Slave for Love I have this fantasy.
You come home and I'm waiting for you, kneeling on the floor wearing nothing but the collar you gave me. My eyes watch your feet as you walk closer and closer. You stop but say nothing. Finally the silence becomes unbearable so I sneak a glance at your face. You smile. "Oh, kitten, when will you ever learn patience?" You shake your head as if disappointed, but I know the truth. You're glad because now you can punish me for my disobedience. Secretly, I am glad, too. I love your punishments.
Your hand moves to the zipper of your pants, and you push it down and pull out your erect cock. I can see a bead of pre-cum on the tip and lick my lips in anticipation. Your hand clasps the back of my head and pulls me toward you. I raise my hand to grasp your cock, but you say, "No, kitten. Mouth only." I obey, laying my hands on my thighs. Your cock bumps against my lips, and I stick out my tongue to lick the tip, drawing your taste into my mouth.
My lips travel the length of your cock, licking and nipping. I linger in the spot I know you like best-- just under the head. You moan. I lick your balls, taking them carefully in my mouth to suck them, too. You like that. Finally, I feel your hand tighten in my hair, and I know you are tired of my teasing. My mouth engulfs the head of your cock and I suck--hard. You pull me closer. I move down the length, taking more and more into the warm moistness of my mouth. The head of your cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, trying to pull back. But you won't let me. Your other hand reaches up to my jaw and forces me closer. I swallow past the gag reflex, breathing through my nose as your cock enters my throat.
You groan. "Look at me!” I look and see the strain and pleasure in your eyes. You hold me there for several long moments then pull almost completely out of my mouth. You push back in, not so deep this time. You set the pace with your hand in my hair, and I follow your lead, bobbing my head up and down, faster and faster, until you cry out and fill my mouth with your salty-sweet cum. I swallow all but a single drop, which trickles down my chin. You catch it on your fingertip and offer it to me. My lips part and I lick it from your skin. "Such a good little slut," you praise me, patting my hair. I smile. Then you remind me. "But I haven't forgotten your punishment." My pussy tingles in anticipation, and I can feel a trickle of wetness slide down my inner thigh.
You zip your pants and then reach down. I place my hand in yours and you help me rise. In a stern voice you ask, "Do you know why I'm going to punish you, kitten?"
"Yes, sir," I reply in a soft voice. "For my impatience."
"Good," you smile. Turning you lead me to the bedroom, which is dominated by a huge four-poster bed. Ropes already dangle from each post at the foot of the bed, and you waste no time in tying me to them, each wrist stretched upwards, with my body facing the bed. Your hands trail lightly down my arms once you've checked your knots to be sure I cannot get free. I never can.
You take my hair and push it over one shoulder so it does not interfere with the coming punishment. Then you cross to the cabinet in the corner. I can't see you from where I am bound, but I know what you see when you open the doors. The instruments of my punishment/pleasure: floggers, crops, chains and other restraints, dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps. I shiver in growing arousal and my pussy clenches as more wetness runs down my legs. You know what it does to me, so you take your time, picking and choosing carefully, though I suspect that you've know all along which you would choose.
My breaths become shorter and I can barely suppress a moan when your footsteps return, and I feel your warmth against my back. You drop a lingering kiss on the exposed nape of my neck and I shiver in delight and fear. Your hands reach around to cup my breasts and the nipples, already puckered, tighten even more as you pinch and tug them. Then the sudden biting pain as the clamps you've chosen are attached. I can't withhold a whimper, but you calm me with another sweet kiss, this time on my shoulder. I breathe through the pain. You say, "That's it, baby. I know it hurts. But it will be so good later."
Your hands travel from my breasts and down my stomach to slide over my silken, hairless pussy. I keep it waxed because I know how much you like it. As you part the lips of my cunt you feel how wet I am. "Yes, kitten. I love your hot, wet pussy. After your punishment I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be sore for a week." Your fingers move, playing over my clit and my hips arch helplessly into your touch. "You want it, don't you, my little slut?"
"Yes, sir," I whisper. "Fuck me, please, sir. Make me cum."
"Patience, kitten," I hear the warning in your tone. "Not until I say." Then you slap me twice. Sharp stinging strikes on my pussy, and I moan.
You cross back to the cabinet and I hear you picking up and putting down various toys, as if undecided. At last you make your selection, and I hear the slap of leather as you test it across your hand. Reaching my side, you command me. "Spread your legs." I do so quickly, and you laugh softly at my obvious eagerness. Then I feel the gentle stroke of the flogger as you trail it across my back, and goosebumps pop up along my arms.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, sir. Please, don't wait any longer."
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel the bite of the first lash across my back. I cry out in a pain so close to pleasure the two are indistinguishable. Another strike, lower this time, across my buttocks. This time I do not cry, but groan. Another lash. And another, and another. My pussy and thighs are slick with my arousal and need. I can hear myself crying and begging you to fuck me. To let me cum. To suck me--eat me. Anything.
Finally, you stop. Your hands drop the flogger and quickly untie the ropes around my wrists. You unfasten the nipple clamps and the sweet agony is almost more than I can bear. Your warn me, "Do not cum until I tell you."
You shove me face down onto the bed and force my legs to part. I hear sound--your zipper, the crinkle of foil--then your cock shoved inside of me so fast and so deep it hurts. I cry out. You ignore me. Just pull out and shove in again. You are hard. You are rough. I love it.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, you pound into my willing pussy. I bite my lip and clench the bedcovers in my fists, fighting the need to cum. Waiting on your command. "At last I hear, "Cum with me, kitten," and I explode into orgasm, my pussy clenching around your spewing cock. My pleasure is so intense I black out momentarily. When I regain my senses, you whisper…"So, baby, what's for dinner?" Humph. Typical male. Never satisfied.
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