Despite being a rather horny female and someone relatively open to experience, I have a vanilla streak that runs a mile wide. But, I like to try stuff… so this is the story of when I tried a couple slightly BDSM things with a partner. (Folks really into BDSM will probably still consider this vanilla. haha) In the spirit of being experimental, I wrote this with a third-person omniscient narrator, which is well outside of my wheelhouse. Sorry if it isn’t as good!
The room was dark and quiet. The only sound he could hear was her breathing, deep and steady. Her smooth skin glowed in the dim light filtering in from the bathroom. His eyes drank her in.
She lay on her stomach, her head turned to the side, away from him. Her arms were outstretched above her head. They met at her wrists, where a black, leather cuff bound them together and connected to a taut metal chain running to the base of the headboard.
Her hair spread over her shoulders, but left her back bare. His fingers reached out and softly traced over her skin, trailing down towards her ass. She shivered as they met the curve of her ass and rode it up. His touch grew firmer, gripping her. His hand pulled back and then rapidly returned, creating a solid popping noise and leaving a rosy impression on her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat.
His fingers returned to their slow journey down her body. Down the bottom of her ass to the inside of her thigh. He could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy as he teased his way down her leg. At her knee he stopped and started back up the other way. As his fingers drew closer to the top of her legs, her breathing began to accelerate. He was moving so slowly and she already ached for him. Finally, with nowhere else to go, his fingers found her wetness and the pad of his middle finger brushed across her clit.
She gasped and tried to push herself back against his hand, but he had already pulled away. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up to her knees. The chain to her wrists gave very little slack and kept her face and shoulders on the bed. His strong hands gripped her calves and pulled her legs apart. She arched her lower back.
He leaned forward, his eyes hungrily taking in her pink pussy, spread open like a flower glistening with dew. His breath was warm on the backs of her legs. She squirmed, waiting for him. After what seemed like forever, she felt the tip of his tongue pressing into her clit. Pressing firmer and firmer, spreading his tongue from a point into a wide wet brushstroke that slid up the length of her pussy. It flicked and twisted between her lips. She moaned. He loved the taste of her; how wet she was. Her juices began to drip down his chin. As his tongue curled back and forth, massaging her clit, he brought his hand up and gave her tight ass another firm pop. The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure from his tongue caused her to let out a soft “oh.”
He spanked her again. And again. She bit her lip. Her legs quivered. She was getting close. Suddenly his tongue swooped up. It slid up from her clit, over her soaking pussy, and teased and prodded its way over her clenching asshole. She moaned deeply and fell forward. He fell with her, his hands cupping her ass – spreading her apart. His tongue swirled around her sweet asshole. His thumb found its way to her pussy. He dipped it into her, soaking it with her juices, then pressed it firmly against her clit. His tongue was driving her wild. Her legs were shaking. She wiggled her hips, dragging her clit back and forth over his rough thumb. Every breath came out as a moan. She was going to cum. The warmth was overflowing from her pussy and spreading down to her toes.
Suddenly he pulled back, pulling her with him, back up to her knees. His tongue was gone, his thumb removed. She began to pout as the tendrils of orgasm retreated back to her pussy. But before she even had time to think he pressed his soaking thumb squarely against her puckered ass. The position naturally opened her up and she was so relaxed from his tongue that it slid right into her. “Oh fuck,” she breathed.
As he slid his thumb in and out of her, she heard him fumbling around. She wanted to turn and see, but couldn’t see over her shoulder. After a few seconds, his thumb was removed. Something smooth and soft and covered in cold lube took its place. It pushed into her. It tapered and spread her more than his thumb, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She groaned as he pushed it all the way into her.
He looked down at the base of the pink plug sticking out of her ass. Her pussy was practically dripping. He picked her up by the hips and flipped her over to her back. Her arms remained pulled above her head, her breasts resting high on her chest. He leaned down and let his tongue flick, just once, over each of her nipples. He watched them stiffen even in the warm room.
He stepped forward and positioned himself between her knees. The head of his cock slid up and down her soaking pussy before, with one firm thrust of his hips, he pushed into her. Inch after inch disappearing inside her. He felt the bulge of the plug against the underside of his shaft.
He was barely inside her when she looked at him and said, “Please fuck me.”
He smiled down at her.“You want to come?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
He slowly began sliding his cock in and out of her. She bit her lip. This was torture.
“Do you need to cum?” He asked her, before quickly thrusting into her, all the way to the hilt. All she could do was nod.
He increased the speed of his thrusts from slow to medium. Her breathing grew faster. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m going to make you cum. But you can’t cum until I give you permission.”
“Please…” she began, before his hand roughly found her breast. His thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, then running in a little circle around it. Her words fell away and turned into a moan. A moan that became little grunts as he continued to speed up his strokes. His cock plunged into her. Filling her. His body pressed into her clit with each thrust. His balls brushed over the plug, causing the full feeling to blossom and fill her entire pelvis. She felt her orgasm begin but didn’t embrace it. She couldn’t yet. But each time his cock slammed into her it crept farther and farther out of its cage.
He was fucking her as fast as he could now. Her eyes were pinched closed as she fought to keep the orgasm at bay. “Look at me,” he commanded. She looked into his eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Please…” she said. Each moan coming out now as a request to let her finish. He smiled.
“Cum for me.”
His cock drilled into her and she let go. The orgasm rushed forth, spreading warmth and tingles through her body. Her toes curled; her legs wrapped around him; her ass clenched around the plug; she felt the orgasm gush forth from her pussy.
Looking down at her as she came, he couldn’t hold back any more. His cum shot deep into her, mixing with her own, as a guttural moan formed deep in his chest. He collapsed forward on top of her, their chests sticky with sweat. Both of them still panting from their orgasms.
He kissed her on the cheek and stood, his cock pulling out of her. His cum dripped from her pussy. He reached down to the chain and unhooked it from the bedframe. He tugged her up from the bed with it. “Come with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8pd9zp/dabbling_in_domination_mf
OMG this is so good! I found myself swaying to his thrusts and wanting to cum too!
Well, that’s a username I haven’t seen in a long time. Great story again, though! Normally I don’t dig the third person style for these, but you made it work.