I arrived home earlier today, you will be back by tomorrow.
I’m just waiting for the afternoon to end, had a long bath and relaxed with the water lulling my head.
The light scent of cinnamon lingers on my skin.
As my phone rang my body shivered, it’s your ringtone, and you never call when out.
You have sent me a message, I know I do not have long to get ready. I’m wearing the exact outfit you have ordered.
I check for the second time that I’ve got all your toys and displayed them correctly. My fingers trailing the handle of the crop, my eyes closing for a moment as the image of it striking along my flesh sends shivers down my spine. The claps and chains are ready as the vibrator and the plugs. I do hope to have taken all you will need tonight.
To be ready for you I’ve taken a shower, the water on full blast, at the coldest setting to bring forth the tingling skin, the glow to my skin. I’ve trimmed my hair as you like me. Following the lotion, caressing every inch of my body. The natural light in the room enhanced my skin tones, letting the natural glow. Now you are surely near so I kneel before the bed waiting for you.
The door closing sets my heart racing, a smile appearing as I offer greetings to you. I can feel your gaze over my body, the only sound I can hear now in the room is my breathing. Then your voice, as your lips caress my neck, command me to the wall.
Rising up I walk to the wall, perching upon tiptoes, my legs spread widely. I lean my hands in front of me. A whimper escapes my lips as you run the crop along my inner thigh, teasing against the heat radiating through the deep red g-string, feeling the touch of air as you raise the lace nightie higher. My knees become weak as you command me to strip naked. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as your fingertips graze along my shoulders, pushing the thin straps down, allowing my breasts free.
You teasingly let me feel the caresses of the crop, each touch making my heart flutter, the heat rising within me, as a response is automatic. The touch of the crop tracing over my back. Thoughts race with each touch, unknowing where the next will land… a tremor rushing through me. A soft cry leaves my lips as the snap of the crop upon my thick ass resounds in the air.
Feeling the sweet wetness creeping from within, belly tightening with the rush of desire the tempestuous crop offers. You move closer. Your breath upon my neck, the heat of your body radiating against me. A hand reaches around, testing for the desire within my folds, hips naturally arching to the touch before the crop is brought down to a small whimper of response and your hand is gone. Your crop is now focused upon my dark nipples taut with lust, heaving under my ragged breath. Slithering the crop down the curve of my belly, just lightly touching the hem of my g-string, moving upon me sensually, I hold firm, crying out inside at the urges to move upon the touch.
A soft plea leaves my lips…
“Please Master, please touch me. See how much I wish to please you”
I feel your hand reach around, pulling me against your firm body as it lowers to slide between my lips, feeling the wetness within. Your touch sends a bolt of electricity through me, as your fingers tease against my hardened clit. It takes all my will not to move upon your fingers as they are coated in my juices. A whimper is heard from me, as you pull your hand, the imperceptible snap of fabric against skin resounding in my ear. Your hand raises to frost taut nipples with wet fingers. My large breasts are cupped within your hands, as my nipples are pinched and pulled. The crop resuming its torture, lightly raking over my needy body, every movement bringing me nearer to my orgasm, where you want me. Your wrist snapping harshly as my body lowers a fractional inch, a red welt forming on the back of my upper thighs.
Noting the wildness of my gaze, your touch lowers once more, sliding beneath my panties to feel again my wetness, knowing I’m ready for your pleasure. The touch is only fleeting, the pain at its leaving intense. Your hands once more are reaching to tease along with tightened nipples. A feral moan of need escapes me as you order me to turn. My gaze is still upon your feet, as your mouth lowers, teeth trapping my left nipple, your tongue slowly circling. The taste of my desire upon my sensitive flesh, I resist the need to push closer to you. You lean back taking in the measure of my obedience in the marks upon my flesh, a small nod… and the command is issued…
“Please your Master, Princess”
The crop is still at the ready in your hand, as I kneel before you. My fingers reach to first remove your shoes, setting them neatly to the side. Next, I remove your socks, folding one inside each shoe. My breath is held, swelling my chest, as I caress along your legs, reaching up to the button fly, anticipation causing a tremor in my touch. My tongue licks my waiting lips, as my fingers slide under your waistband, slipping the jeans from you with a gentle touch. The crop caressing my nipples, my body lowering to lay kisses upon your legs, lips moving higher with each touch, soft nibbles as hunger fills me. My mouth reaches to your hip, as lips part fully, tongue lapping at the engorged head of your cock, tasting you. My tongue pressed full to your shaft, licking at the underside.
Your hand reaches to my head, guiding me to your cock. My warm mouth surrounds the head alone at first, my tongue enjoying the feel as my lips are stretched wider. Feel you slide in my mouth deeper, pushing to my throat. Pushing deeper, your hips thrust forward, wanting to be fully inside my mouth. My lips are pressed to the base, the full thickness of your cock within my mouth. The dance begins, slowly at first, slipping only partially out, never fully leaving, as I greedily feed upon your silky flesh. The fervent hunger replaces all thought as you use my mouth for your needs. My tongue caresses the underside, as my moans reverberate along the length. Each stroke becomes faster, your left hand guiding me, as the right with the crop caresses my taut nipple. As the pleasure builds within you, the movement of the crop becomes more insistent, driving me faster, a perfect rhythm of a warm mouth and your hips. Feeling your throbbing cock, as your fingers tighten in my hair, knowing that you are close.
A guttural cry leaves your lips as you release stream after stream of cum in my mouth and throat, as I hungrily swallow, sucking every drop.
Your hand is still in my hair, and you lift me to my feet. Leading me to the bed. Pulling me on top of it. I lay back upon the covers, deep blue walls around us. My need has reached immeasurable heights. I’m not waiting for your command, my legs spread for you to see all that is yours. Your gaze hungrily on my body. My breath ragged, tongue tip tracing over my lips, still tasting you, a soft moan escapes.
You move to the side of the bed, I follow you with my eyes. You are checking all the other toys left for you to use. Your hand reaches for the plug, your gaze on me, and a chuckle leaves your lips when you see the excitement building in my eyes.
You run it along my lips, still swollen by the feel of your cock, my tongue automatically out, licking along the tip, trying to suckle upon it. The smile on your lips deepens, pleased with my needy reaction. You allow me for a moment, sinking it into my mouth, pulling it away too soon, a soft whimper following. You trail the plug along my flesh, pressing the hard point in small circles around my breasts, I arch my back up to it, and without knowing from where, a stinging pain runs through my left nipple, and I see the crop is still in your hand, my disobedience hasn’t stopped your hand, you continue to trail down slowly to my center.
A soft moan escapes my lips as the plug parts the lust-swollen lips of my pussy, wetting the tip with my own juices, you continue watching my every reaction. My voice is a plea to release my need.
“Please, Master, please” You look pleased by my need and without hesitation you drive the plug deep into my tight rim, stretching it around the toy. A whimper of pleasure and pain is pulled from me as I am so forcefully entered. Soon you start to move slowly in and out, and my heart races once more, you can see the pleasure flush upon my skin.
I’m so lost in the toy’s movements that I do not see you reach for the ice. The realization hits me when you begin to roll it around my hard nipples. The harsh contrast between the heat of my skin and the cold let my mouth open and my eyes open wide in the shock of it. Then the cold traces down along my belly, and suddenly the shock of the ice pulls in my heated pussy, a loud whimper leaves my lips and a shudder rushes through my body with the shock of it. The movement of the plug never slows just getting it deeper, as you pull it almost completely from me, before plunging back in, now the pleasure is getting over me, my hips rising and lowering to meet your movements.
I’m getting over the cold shock, my walls warming up again. The plug is now fully seated up in my ass. You are suddenly above me. I can feel your hard cock, rub my wet lips, as your mouth is on my hard nipples. I hold my breath in anticipation for a moment, before the ache reaches its peak, your teasing is increasing my need, my soft voice pleads for mercy, pleads for use.
“Please, Master, please use this slut”
You know that this is only the beginning, you can beg me so much more. You can create so much need in my body just with a soft touch. You enjoy seeing the pleading and driving ache that you can create as you tease me. You want to see the desire to please you all over my face.
You tease the plump head of your thick cock along the slit between my engorged lips, feeling the wetness of my desire coating your silky skin. Your look of satisfaction pushes me to beg for more “please, Master, take your pleasure fucking me”
I know that my cries are to gain your full attention on our pleasure, and your look upon me keeps all my attention focused, as you bury your hard cock to the hilt, stretching me around it. Your eyes hood for a moment, as you can feel the shock of the cold inside my hot wetness, this mixture of pleasure surrounds you. My walls grasping and holding to your thick shaft, feeling the completion through the joining.
You begin moving slowly, setting a rhythm that suits your will. The sound of flesh meeting flesh is so arousing. My tightness, enhanced by the plug that is firmly pressed within me, is getting us to the peak quickly.
Your hands reach down, pulling my legs higher, upon your shoulders. Bringing me to form a small ball under you. Pounding in me harder now, your hard cock deep inside me, my heartbeat racing out of control.
You look to my breasts, I reach my hands inward, holding them, offering them to you. Your teeth nip at the hard nipples, pulling them, it is almost too much to bear, my body starts to shake beneath you, my voice now ragged, on the brim of a great orgasm “please, Master, please let me cum”
You look to me, saying, softly, with that deep commanding tone, “no, My Princess, only then will I allow it”
I bite hard upon my lower lip, holding as much as possible, trying to maintain my bursting need at bay, helpless to your demand. You continue to drive deeply, taking all that there is of me, and giving to my body the greatest pleasure possible as I’m holding on, desire reaching all limits.
My body is shaking in the behold pleasure, as your body tenses upon mine, a low lustful groan reaches my ears, and your deep commanding voice orders me, “Now, Princess, cum with me, for me NOW!” my loud moans reverberating in the room, my body lost in your command.
As the rush of my strong orgasm washes through me, my juices wet your thighs and balls. I can feel your movements slowing, and your cock throbbing inside me. My walls clenching on you, milking you. My orgasm enhanced by your warm cum sprouted inside me.
Then you pull out, and you are at my face in one quick move. My soft tongue is lapping at the length of your cock, tasting the mingled flavors upon you, cleaning your flesh from my juices. You smile down at me, looking at my spent body, telling me that you are pleased with my attention.
Crawling back up to you, I can feel your skin against mine. Nestling against your chest, feeling your arms around my body. Our breathing slows, our heartbeats return to a normal rhythm, and our bodies drift in the overcoming sleep.
