My cock was inches from her lovely white face, it was swinging wildly in unison to the motion of my twisting hips.
“You want this,” I wiggled it more, “you want my cock?”
“Fuck me with it,” she said before looking up into my eyes.
“I’m not fucking you. Get used to it.”
Emma tried to lurch forward, her tongue fully extended, but she missed.
I shouldn’t have laughed, but I did. Grasping my cock hard, I stroked it a few times, just inches away from her bright red lips. I could see the desperation in her face and the impasse in the sounds that emanated from her mouth. They were gasps and moans, but ones that you knew were associated with absolute disappointment, because Emma couldn’t get her own way. Emma was used to getting her own way, but not tonight.
“I’m going to toss this off all over your fucking face,” I told her, as I levelled my cock at her mouth.
Emma just looked blankly at my cock. Only her laboured breathing divulged her real state of mind. Her whimpering was so good to hear and the way she despaired signified just how this evening was supposed to go.
“My spunk will shoot over your hair, your face and your breasts. It will drip from your nose onto your stomach and you will struggle to get any of it in your mouth. How does that sound?”
“You bastard!”
“Do you think I’m being harsh?”
Emma shook her head in exasperation, “I want you in my cunt, filling me up, making me scream, I want you to fuck me. Now!”
“OK then, here it comes,” I knelt on the floor and positioned my cock at her entrance, I brushed it across her puffy-red and swollen lips and then brushed it along her entrance.
Emma was looking down at my cock, “Fuck yes, push it in me, push that fucking gorgeous cock in me.”
As I brushed my cock head past her pussy I could see her head fall backwards and her eyes close, her mouth opened in anticipation. Emma was getting her own way once more.
I stood up.
It took Emma a while before she opened her eyes to find my cock missing from her entrance.
“You fucking bastard!”
I pushed my cock into her face.
“Want to taste it? Look, it’s leaking, just for you.”
I could sense she was weighing up the situation. A ‘yes’ would mean I may pull away, a ‘no’ would signify that she had given up, or was playing the game cleverly.
“I need a good fucking,” she said finally.
“Ah, playing the pleading card are we. The please darling, I really need this, I am so horny for you – card.”
Emma spat on my cock. I think she would have spat on my face if she could have reached it.
“Lubrication, now that is nice,” I retorted, fisting my cock in her direction as I did so.
“You’re such a twat!”
“Emma, I have never heard such filth from your mouth, where do you get it from. This is not like you,” I hoped my words were condescending enough to make her think twice.
Emma was breathing heavily and I knew she was squeezing her buttocks and pussy, as best she could; in a desperate attempt to bring herself off to spite me. Her eyes closed periodically.
A tear had formed in her eye and her lips quivered, her mascara had started to run down the front of her face. Almost silently she mouthed the words “I want you to fuck me…” and then with a whisper I thought I heard the word “please.” I may have been mistaken.
“What was that?”
Emma looked up at me, her eyes imploring me, and then more clearly she said, “I want you to fuck me…”
I waited and nodded my head.
“Please.”
There it had finally come out, Emma had said please. I must admit that my mouth dropped open at this point, but only briefly. At that instance she had me feeling sorry for her. I felt compassion. I wanted to help her and do the things she wanted me to. My mouth closed and I pursed my lips. A light disappointment fell like a veil over my face.
“Please what?”
Emma took a deep breath and then her whole body calmed. I could sense she wasn’t struggling anymore. She had given in, resigned herself to her predicament. Her eyes had closed and she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She took another deep breath and then it all came out.
“Please, Master.”
I smiled at her, “That sounds so nice to hear, Emma.”
I wasn’t going to ridicule her by asking how it felt to say those words. I knew how hard that must have been. But it was just two words right. Anyone could have said those two words without actually meaning them. Over the years, Emma had said so many words to me without meaning most of them. So what was two little words to her.
“I’m still not going to fuck you, I’m going to cum all over you.”
I could see her whole body flex and slip into the chair, only the cord wrapped so tightly around her arms, body and legs stopped her from falling from it. I had to admit that I had done a pretty good job in that respect. Emma had let me bind her to the chair because I convinced her how good it would be for her to feel helpless. The mere thought of it intrigued her. I could see the sexual cogs turn in her mind. I, of course, had other ideas once she was bound.
I started to masturbate. My hand started to stroke my cock with intent. I licked the palm of my hand every now and then to provide the lubrication. My balls felt heavy and I…I really wanted to cum all over her beautiful face.
“Please master, don’t waste it, please fuck me.”
I wondered to myself, I glanced at Emma out of the corner of my eye, a smile crept along my face, was she playing me? Anyway, since when did a slave ask for things from her master. What impertinence, I thought.
“I’m going to cover you with spunk and leave you in that chair. Maybe go for a pint. How dare you ask to be fucked!” I was livid at this point. I saw Emma lean back in the chair as I shouted at her.
“Master, I’m sorry master.”
I started to stroke myself again. I concentrated hard on cumming and I watched Emma all the time. Her face was serene, she just stared at my cock the whole time, occasionally her lips would open in an attempt to engulf my knob as it got closer, and then her tongue would swirl around her upper lip. I could see she was tensing her lower body while watching me. I nearly reached out to her nipples to squeeze them but decided at the last moment not to give her any assistance or pleasure.
I was almost at the point of no return when I noticed a smile appear on her face. Emma knew I was close. She never once looked into my eyes, always at my cock.
“Do you want this all over you?”
“Yes, master.”
“You want to be covered with my juices?”
“Please master, please.
I leaned over to the dressing table and grasped the standalone mirror from it. I held it at my side as I tossed my cock. I could feel every inch of my body lurching forward, spurring me on, and then I could feel it happen. My spunk started to rise. That most pleasurable feeling swept through me. Metaphorically, it felt like electricity flowing out of a copper lead once it had been cut in half. I let out a few expletives as I pumped my cock.
“Spunk over me, master.”
I fully intended to do that, up until the point when I grabbed the mirror. As my spunk rose I positioned the mirror between Emma and myself and splashed all of my cum onto the glass surface. Spurt after spurt splashed onto it and stuck to the surface initially before slowly sliding down the glass.
When I finished I turned it around.
“See your face in that,” I told Emma.
Emma looked at me, then at the mirror and nodded.
“That could have been you, if you had been a good girl from the start.”
“I am a good girl, master,” she retorted.
“We will have to see, won’t we!”
I placed the mirror back on the table and swivelled the chair around to face the bedside table. It was hard trying to move the chair and Emma into position in front of the mirror but I managed it. I leaned down to her level and saw that she could see her face in the mirror.
“I’m going to get a shower,” I told her, “then when I come back, I’m going to release you while I go out for a quick drink, no more than an hour, you will have some chores to do while I’m away. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.”
As I walked away to the shower, I felt something had changed in Emma, something fundamental. Emma seemed to be calm about it, suddenly accepting everything I told her. A few weeks ago, if I had behaved like this, she would have gone mental and as soon as she would be released she would have gone for me. I slipped into the shower still pondering over the recent chain of events and wondering to myself what would happen when I released her.
The hot water was wonderful, it always was. I covered myself in shower gel and lathered all over. My cock got more than its fair share of attention, but then, it always did.
I dried and dressed and stepped out to see Emma. She was still staring at the mirror. She never even looked around at me when I approached her. I started to untie the bonds that held her feet to the lower part of the chair. Emma never moved an inch. I untied the bonds around her arms and the back of the chair. I was proud of my rope work, there were hardly any marks on her at all. When the last knot was undone, Emma still sat there looking at the mirror.
I pulled her up out of the chair. Only then did she turn to look in my eyes.
“Your chores, master?”
I was taken aback by her question. I remember smiling and then dipping my head to kiss her luscious red lips. Emma responded sensuously. We kissed for a few minutes. I could feel my cock becoming aroused as my hands felt for her backside, but finally settling on her hips. I pushed down on her hips causing Emma and I to separate while I turned her around to face the mirror.
“You have to clean the mirror, and the sideboard by the look of it. I want you ready for me on the edge of the bed, on all fours, looking sexy, when I get back. I won’t be long, an hour at the most.”
Emma nodded, “Yes, master,” she replied hanging her head to one side and turning to look at me as she acknowledged her tasks. I saw her pick the mirror up, and I fully expected her to take it to the bathroom and wash it. Emma licked the glass clean and swallowed everything that was left on it.
My cock responded with every lick of the mirror. I wanted to strip my pants off and take her, right there against the sideboard, I wanted to fuck her, badly. I caught my thoughts just in time, I looked at Emma as she lowered herself to the sideboard and started to lick it. I watched, mesmerised, and wondered whether she had turned the tables on me.
I left the house to go to the local pub, it was about a five-minute walk. I ordered one pint and chatted to old Bob in the corner of the bar, all the while my thoughts were on Emma. What was she doing now? What was I missing? Was she masturbating?
I looked at my watch, it was only thirty minutes since I left home. I wanted to rush back, surprise her, catch her masturbating or watching porn. But what if she was already on the edge of the bed like I told her to be, what if she was waiting for me like I told her to. Like a good little girl.
I looked at Bob, changed the subject and started chatting about football. Bob was more than knowledgeable about football. Before I knew it I had been in the pub another thirty-five minutes. I made my excuses to Bob and left in a hurry downing the last of my pint as I bolted for the door.
I rushed back home in record time and at ten past ten I slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. I walked upstairs and gently pushed the bedroom door open.
I was mesmerised with the scene before me. I felt an intense tenderness towards Emma, I loved her deeply, but this was more than that. She was on the edge of the bed dressed in just stockings and suspender belt. Her legs were slightly open and her arms lay flat on the bed with her head between them. I wanted to ask her how long she had been like that, but I couldn’t. I walked around her, taking in her position from every angle. When she finally lifted her head up from the bed, I noticed a rope tied around her neck and stretching all the way to the headboard where it was anchored. The rope pulled taught as her body lifted upwards. She stared straight ahead and never said a word.
I looked at the bedside table and mirror, everything spotless. Then I noticed the laptop, open and logged on to a website. I walked towards it. The whole screen was in shades of black and white. The title at the top of the screen read “The Dark Side” the next line down read “Emma’s Profile” and under that was the same image that took my breath away when I walked into our bedroom. The caption to the image read “How my master is going to fuck me!”
My eyes followed the laptop to the rope at the head of the bed, and then my eyes followed the rope to where Emma’s neck was so elegantly framed. Emma stared down the length of the rope in front of her. Not once making eye contact with me. I started to undress, eventually letting my cock spring free. It bobbed in front of me but there was still no response from Emma.
I looked at the screen once more. A message box popped up, “Your master is very lucky – wish it was me.”
I stared at the caption one last time. For once, Emma was right.
