Another shitty day. Too many assholes at work, too many people on the bus, had to hang on a strap all the way home. The only upside is knowing she's waiting. I walk in and there's no lighting except a few discreet candles. You're on your knees, waiting, eyes downcast until I give permission to speak. You assumed the position when you got the text I was almost home. I walk past you to the closet and ditch my backpack and overcoat. Hang up my pants and jacket, and I get the oral lube. I don't hurry. You can wait.
I never gave you permission to move or speak, so you're still kneeling on a foam rubber pad, left hand in the air and outstretched with the leash to your collar. I walk back to you. "Open." You comply and I pour lube in your mouth until it dribbles down your chin and onto your breasts. This is part of the challenge. You must hold the lube in your mouth without spitting or swallowing. I take your leash and say "Present." You smear the lube dribbled down your chin onto the valley between your breasts and then cup them, pushing them together like a platform bra. You know what's coming next. Your nipples stiffen in anticipation and you flush across your face and chest.
"Cradle". You hold up your breasts with one arm underneath them while using the other on me. They're the perfect size – D cup breasts. Big enough to be fun, have a little bounce when you walk, but not so large they completely fold over themselves. I can't help but be amazed every time I see them and those beautiful little erect nipples.
I play with them, rubbing my hand up and down the smooth envagination between your breasts, tweaking your nipples and dribbling on more lube until I'm about to cum. Between the drool from not swallowing and lube, your neck, chin, throat and breasts are soaked. The lube's creating a slick channel down your stomach and starting to tickle your clitoris. It is maddening. You squirm. You snort through your nostrils because you can tell I'm close, my already firm hard penis is getting harder and larger in your mouth. Your breath quickens and you moan, anticipating swallowing the massive, viscous blob of goop building in your mouth. I have other plans. "Halt."
"Let it go." You tilt your head forward and the mixture of lube, precum and saliva dribble down your front. "On your back." You lay on the floor and hold your breasts together so they completely envelop me when I plunge my cock between them. I pull your leash tight and fuck your breasts. I rock back and forth tweaking your nipples, your breath coming in ragged gasps because you chose the choker collar. You haltingly gasp, the stimulation is making you wetter and wetter and it's difficult to draw a breath. I stop and rub my penis across your breasts, smearing the mess everywhere it hasn't aleady gotten. I reach back between your legs and plunge two fingers into your pussy. Between the natural and artificial lubes there is no friction.
"Eye contact." You look at me, pleading and trust in your eyes. I cruelly squeeze, compressing the flesh from both sides against your pubic bone. I extract my fingers and rock them back and forth across your clitoris. Teasing, gently tweaking. You moan again, I take my two fingers and press them down hard so the clitoris shoots betwen them. I rock the two fingers back and forth squeezing the clitoris as it flushes and grows. You're shuddering and gasping. I squeeze harder. I take take my thumb and forefinger and spread the clitoral hood. The intense sensations overwhelm you and you speak out of turn: "Daddy!" I say "I didn't ask you a question, little girl." I crush the clitoris between my finger and thumb like a flea.
"BRAT!" You whimper but dare not say anything. I let go and you groan again this time from release; your clit is swollen and sore and more sensitive than ever. You love getting punished for being a little bratty because you know it means daddy loves and cares enough to put you in your place.
You ask "Please sir, may I come?"
"Are you a dirty little girl?"
"Yes sir! YES SIR!"
"Are you going to thank daddy properly for letting you cum, dirty girl?"
"Yes sir. Please let me cum, sir." You writhe and gasp again.
I take the palm of my hand and circle the clitoris while plunging three fingers into your pussy. You take both your hands and rock my hand back and forth across until you stiffen and arch your back.
"Oh! OH Daddy! THANK YOU DADDY." Your entire body seizes and shakes.
You scream as your legs pull upwards to your chest and your toes curl. Your entire body goes rigid as you cum.
I give you a minute bask in the glow, your breath slowly subsiding. I replace your hands on the sides of your chest. You have to scoop and push the breasts up from your sides to gather them completely. Your cup them to form a valley and I can't last long now, not after that display. I'm straddled over your chest, the majority of my weight on my legs, but I press down on your chest to squeeze out the air and pull the choker collar tight. Your redden as your air supply slowly recedes. The pleading in your eyes is equally for oxygen and cum. I can't resist it. My semen jets all over your breasts, your chin and partway up your face. I release the choke and sit back to watch. A rattle like an emphysema patient escapes as the tunnel vision fades and color comes back.
"Clean up!" You must now comply with one of the cardinal rules on our written master / slave agreement. Rule #7 "Sir's semen is the most precious fluid in the universe. I will do my utmost to extract it at every opportunity. I will never waste it or discard it unless directed to do so." For this eye contact is mandatory. You langorously scoop semen mixed with lube and feed it to yourself. You take your time because you know I love watching you. You purse your lips and simulate being fucked mouth with your slick fingers. This is getting me hard again. You noisily slurp your fingers to clean them and then scoop a palmful. Licking and cleaning the palm all the while making eye contact. You work at until there is no semen left.
"Good girl." I clean the last of the lube off with some handiwipes, pet you and tell your what a good little girl you've been. Then I tell you to assume position number two, because dammit, you got me hard again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1m51q1/mf_light_bdsm_home_after_a_long_day
Saw this in the other subreddit, came over to read it again. **Yes**, you *are* a good writer: the attention to detail, the pacing, the underlying tension, the resolution are all done *so well*. If you could stretch these out by a factor of four, you could make a bit of coin writing erotic ebooks, if you wanted: it’s a hot and growing market. Thanks so much for these!
Good stuff.