We went out for lotion. That was all. A simple domestic chore, that turned into an evening of sensual, erotic play.
I was getting ready to go, powdering my nose and brushing my hair. J came behind me and fisted his hand in my hair, to turn my head to the side and kiss me deeply. When we came up for air, a sharp snap across my bare ass came and I noticed the belt he held in his fist. Two more and I was pulling my own hair trying to wiggle out of reach of his thick, leather belt. Kissing me again, he abruptly turns and walk into the bedroom, dragging me along, caveman-esque. Pushing me down on the bed, he rummuged through my underwear drawer, settling on the new hot pink lace bra and boy shorts. Tossing them on the bed, he gave me my first instruction that set the tone for the rest of our evening. “I dont care what you wear over it, but get dressed, and be sexy,” he said, and turned to readying himself for our errand.
Slowly and as sensuously as I was able, knowing I was being watched, I donned the chosen lingerie. A second skin of jeans, with a figure hugging, slinky, low-cut yoga hoodie found their way onto my body. I strolled into the living room, glossing my lips with shiny, pink lipgloss, ready to depart.
J handed me a notebook with the rules. Meticulously defining his desired behavior for the evening, with the consequences for failure. Aquiesence was immediate, and required little thought. I was a wet after just reading it.
“No cumming without permission.”
Strolling through the mall, my thoughts refused to linger on any topic but sex. Everywhere I looked, random passerby’s were assessed for appeal. Aquiring the purpose for our errand, and 2 pleasantly fragrant candles, we strolled back the way we came. We foraged around the lingerie department until we settled on a pair of fun, lacey boyshorts, and a barely there thong in my color.
“No touching my cock without permission”
Heading back to our nest, the anticipation was palpable and electric in the air. In the car, I struggled not to reach over and stoke his groin. We arrived, and he unlocked the door for me. Standing back to allow me to cross the threshold first, I heard “I expect a show of your new stuff,” and popped me on the ass. Strolling into the bedroom, I slowly began removing my clothing, while I listened to him popping the cork on the wine bottle and pouring a glass for me. He brought me the fragrant, golden beverage, and dropped his favorite heels at my feet without a word. The unspoken command was more powerful without a single spoken syllable.
“No touching your pussy without permission”
I strolled back into the living room in the black lacey boyshorts with the colorful peace signs scattered over them randomly, the hot pink bra, and the stilleto heels. I paced back and forth, turning, hips swaying, projecting raw sexuality for his approval. Patting the couch next to him, I settled in the appointed spot. His hand roamed my body as pleased him, until he finished whatever trivial task that consumed him at the moment.
“Punishment is 5 swats”
Abandoning his activity, he paced into the bedroom, and after a minute or two of self reflection and deep breaths, I followed. He was preparing the rope, running it through his fingers, and bonding with his instrument. Summoning me to him, he deftly tied my thighs together, forcing me to take tiny steps that made my ass shake for his pleasure. He sent me about a series of meneal tasks, designed to visually stimulate him, and put me into the desired head space. When I was too slow, a sharp, stinging slap from the paddle encouraged my pace. When they were completed, I was pushed down onto the bed.
“Your mission tonight is to make me orgasm like I never have before”
Loosening the bindings that hobbled me, J stroked my flushed body. He removed my miniscule lingerie, leaving me naked for his perusal. After kissing me deeply, he handed me the cherry red lipstick he favors to apply, while he began to resecure my limbs.
“I will take care of you”
Laying on my back, knees bent double, he secured my wrists to the outside aspect of my ankles, with the rope travelling under my ass to the other side. This had a dual purpose; To keep me from touching myself, and keeping my knees bent and spread to display my pussy for him.
“You will have to trust me completely”
Rolling me around as suited him, the blows came from a multitude of instruments. A paddle, a cane, his strong hand, and then my favorite…the dragon’s tongue. It licks at my pussy, engorging it with each blow. Sometimes its thuddy and heavy, and other times it stings against my thighs and hips. Teasing me. Torturing me.
“I know the limits of your body”
My whole body is aflame; Every nerve ending electrified. All I wanted was to be fucked and used. I wanted to be pounded into the mattress by his hard cock, the tip ramming into my cervix stimulating orgasm after orgasm.
After stroking his already rigid cock watching me moan and writhe around on the bed briefly, he manuevered himself between my thighs. The first slow penetration of the tip between my quivering lips was exquisite and perfect, wrenching a moan from between my glistening, cherry lips. Taking the rope that stretched from ankle to ankle under my ass, he slid it up to behind my knees, using it as a handle to keep my pussy in just the right spot. It kept me bent almost double giving him the added benefit of being able to see his cock sliding into my wet, flushed pussy. He started into a firm rhythm, withdrawing his cock almost to the very tip, then slamming it to the hilt, over and over again. Mercilessly he fucked me, with no mind to my pleasure, lost in his own. It was perfect. The orgasms built and flowed over me like a relentless tide. Feeling him almost imperceptably increase in rhythm and intensity, I knew his orgasm was not far off. Closing his eyes, leaning his head back and slamming into me as deeply as he could, he yelled his pleasure.
“I love you.”
He slowed to almost a pause, but then overcome with the sensation, started to thrust again. Unable to control his body, Jay slid in and out of me, our mingled cum providing added lubrication as my pussy milked his cock. He started to get hard again, the pleasure too much to deny. Riding my pussy, immersed in his own pleasure, he became more rigid with each stroke. “Fuck your cum slut!” escaped my red lips between my own moans of ecstasy. As his second orgasm overcame him, my own barrelled into my conscience with blinding intensity. Frozen momentarily at the pinnacle of human pleasure, we were a piece of art; Beautiful, erotic, sensual, sacred, immortal and eternal. A representation of millions of moments that have occured the world over.
Not to bad for a Monday night.