I wasn’t good today.
Mama was not happy.I didn’t know what I did wrong at the beginning but as soon as we got to our room I understood.
As soon as the door close behind us mama told me not to move.
I was concerned from her not talking to me on the way and unhappy face and I didn’t want to upset her more. She went for her bag and told me to be silent and look in front of me.
When she finally came back she told me to open my mouth and that’s when I understood what I did wrong : she put a pacifier in my mouth. Oh my God.
This means she thought I behaved like a baby. It got me to think so fast…
Maybe I should have been more straight and less shy in our conversation… maybe I should have been quieter and not play with my hands when she was getting a phone call, trying to hold her hand..
maybe I just was not serious when she wanted me to… now I got it. Out of the bedroom mama wanted me to be more serious. I was immature and mama was telling me that. I deserved to be punished.
I turned my eyes down, looking at my feet. Mama understood I was sorry.
“do you understand now ?” she asked with her hands on her hips. Her voice wasn’t angry, just firm. This is why I liked mama. She kept emotions out. Punishment was enough to let me know she wasn’t happy, no need to make thing worse with bad feelings. I appreciated that.
I nodded silently. As long as mama didn’t tell me I could talk, I wouldn’t have said a word.
“what’s your place ?” she said after a good minute of silence, with her calm, firm tone.
Without rush I went on my knees and bowed my head to the ground. My place was at her feet unless she said otherwise.
Mama collared me. I felt adrenaline rusing all over my body, to my head. To my lips. To my hips. To my cock.
Mama told me to undress.I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. I wanted mama to take a good look at me. Take a good look at the body she was going to use and punish. I might not have a model’s body but I know mama is looking beyond this. This is another thing I like about mama. She is not shallow. She is mature.
I folded my shirt and I took off my pants, all while on my knees. I could feel mama’s eyes on the back of my head. The pacifier was still in my mouth.
I folded my pants, socks. I went for my underwear but mama stopped me. “not now” she said.
She attached the leash to the collar. I could feel her hand holding it. She pulled it once. That gesture alone let me knew she was in control now.
Silence again.
I moved slightly, adjusting to where mama was pulling me to.
“come on” she whispered in a nice, warm, soft, caring tone. I felt she was regretting to have to punish me, she would rather have had some other kind of bedroom fun with me, but discipline is discipline and mama knew that.
Hearing her like this, almost broke my heart. This, this was the real punishment. Hearing I disappointed mama and that I made her so unhappy. This was worse that anything done to my body. Mama knew that too. She wasn’t the kind of stupid girl that thought dominating is all about giving orders and being trated like a queen or a superior being.
Mama had her way of being calm, classy and charming and at the same time a beast in the bed, one that knew what she wanted, wanted to push the limits slowly, steadily but surely and that was able to guide me into those realms without the need of shouting or being angry.
Mama’s calmness and firmness, her way of getting stuff done even when she whispered her wishes is what commanded respect. I couldn’t respect a woman shouting, calling me names or else in a million years. But mama, mama was just the other way around.
“stallion” mama said. This word sounded always funny in my head, like sort of an internal joke. I knew that when we were having sex this meant she wanted us to do it doggy, but when we were not, like now, she just wanted me to stand like a horse.
So I did. I was still looking down to the ground, pacifier in my mouth.
I felt mama moving her legs to my sides, then felt her buttocks sitting down on my lower back. Mama didn’t have the perfect body either, her butt was surely not a model’s butt, but I loved it. I loved when she wanted me to fuck her ass. I loved kissing it when she was sitting on my face. I loved grabbing it when we were having sex.
Mama lifted her feet from the ground slightly, adjusted her balance, put her feet on the ground again and then lifted them from the ground again until she was comfortable enough.
She pulled the leash closer to herself, rolling it on her hadn and shortening the space between my collar and her hand. She pulled my head up so I could see straight in front of me.
“move” she said. Few words. That is all mama needed for me to understand what she wanted.
I started moving ahead, carrying mama on my back. I could feel her weight and I had to put effort with every movement, but this was a punishment. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy myself, just listen and obey. This was my chance to prove I was still obedient and willing to listen to mama, the bar was raised enough to make me uncomfortable to know that this is what happens when I wasn’t behaving up to her standard. I was given a chance to prove that it was just an accident and that I was still obedient.
Mama made me carry her a while. I couldn’t say if it was one minute or five or ten. I turned when she wanted me to turn, I waited when she wanted me to wait. It was all about doing what she said now.
“you were such a child” she said while I was carrying her. Again calm. No anger in her voice. she was punishing me already.
“you know what would look good on you ? A diaper. Behave like a baby, dress like a baby. Pity I don’t have it here.” I knew she would have had diapers for me to wear next time in case I disappointed her again, or maybe just as a tease for me, or as part of a challenge or erotic game. She was just like that, coming up with new ideas on the spot. I wonder if this was a new idea or something she thought about before and felt like pulling out now… nevertheless my mind started wondering how wearing a diaper would have felt, both exciting and worrying me.
When mama told me to stop I was panting, trying to breath through my mouth and keeping the pacifier in at the same time.
“I don’t want to deal with babies. You have to be mature. If I pick up the phone, do not interrupt. And if I tell you to wait because I am at the phone don’t pout at me. You have been talking monosyllabes to me after that, as if I did something bad to you. I kept my phone call short because I was with you. That is what I can do. Don’t be upset if for a minute I am paying attention to something else.”
I nodded. That was my lesson for today.
Mama stood up and stretched her legs.
She sat on the sofa in front of us, massaging her legs slightly.
“ass down” she said. I knew I still had to be on my fours, just I was allowed to keep my ass on the floor. I was looking at her now.
“you know what happens to bad babies ?” she asked kindly.It was just mama all over again. She was kind, but firm. and above all it was the kindness in her tone that always made me do what she wanted me to. Had anybody talked to me like that in a different tone I would have been bored easily and maybe even walked out of the room and never be back in touch again. I just didn’t respect this kind of fake queens. But mama was different.
I nodded.
“answer me”. Mama remembered she didn’t give me the permission to speak yet. Mama made mistakes too, and that is what made her even more special. Not pretending to be always right at any cost was what made me feel she could guide me.
“Bad babies have to be punished” I said.
“I am sorry mama” I added before she could say the next sentence.
I turned my eyes down again.
She raised my face again kindly, caressing it. My heart started racing at that random act of kindness in such a situation.
She smiled a little.
“you are right. They MUST be punished.” she added.
Mama stood up and left the room. She came back shortly with a ping pong racket, then sat again on the sofa.
Mama moved a bit backwards to make herself comfortable, then patted shortly her leg. It was my signal to lay on it.
I laid on her legs, mama adjusted my position a bit to make sure my ass was in the right place.
She took off my underwear, caressed my bare ass and squeezed it a couple times, parted the asscheeks to reveal my asshole, then put them back in place, squeezed them again.
The anticipation was driving me crazy.
“I want you to count, understood ?” she asked kindly. Her velvet voice gave me a hard on, which she definitely felt, because I could feel her leg moving to give room to it.I imagined her smiling behind me.
“yes mama”.
“and say you are sorry” she added.
“yes mama”.
silence.I felt her belly move with the breath. the quiet before the storm.
she put a hand on my shoulder adn grabbed it firmly.
Silence again.
When the first hit came I could feel the burn, instant, hot, like lightning just hit my butt. It was an explosive hurt that lasted a fraction of a second but left a trail of burning feeling.
“one ! I am sorry !” I said.
the next one came.
“two ! I am sorry !” I said again.
“three ! I am sorry !”
“four ! I am sorry !”
“five…”
“six…”
by “ten” the pacifier fell out of my mouth. I could feel all the saliva flowing. Mama didn’t bother putting it back where it was.
I started counting and apologizing louder.
at “twentyfive” mama stopped for a moment.
I could feel her panting a little.
“how much more you can take ?” she asked caressing my burning red ass again.
“as much as mama thinks is right” I said. I knew she would not exaggerate. Mama was kinky, but not stupid. Only an idiot would push it too far.
“good boy. Ten more then” was her answer.
she proceeded hitting my butt with the ping pong pad five more times with increased strength and then five more less strongly but quicker.
I counted and apologized after every hit.
I could feel she was appreciating it.
“thanks mama” I said. I didn’t have to, but I knew mama appreciated it.
she caressed back of my head. She didn’t need to say “you are welcome”. Gestures like this were enough.
“back to your place” she said, and down on my knees I went again.
Mama put a white sheet on the bed. That sheet was used in only one or two circumstances, so I knew what was coming next.
“on it”. she asked. And on it I went. I laid down on it, facing up.
She sat on my belly and stood there looking at me. I tried to look away from her, embarassed.
She slapped my face. I shouldn’t have done it.
“look at me”. she told. I turned my eyes to her.
We were at such opposite ends now : me completely naked laying down, she fully dressed standing up.
I could feel the fabric of her jeans on my belly, the warmth of her legs perspiring through them.
“did you learn your lesson ?” she asked crossing her arms.
“yes mama”
“what was the lesson ?”
“i shouldn’t interrupt you when you pick up the phone”
“only 50% right. I don’t want you to talk over me while I am talking at the phone. This is what I want you to understand. Why did you even do that ?” she pouted at me.
“I am sorry..”
“don’t be childish, ok? I don’t want you to say you are sorry. I want you to tell me why you did that. I want to avoid this next time.”
“I guess I was just a bit jealous. I felt you didn’t want to pay attention to me”.
she looked at me for a few seconds.
“our meetings are discreet and private. It is between me and you only. I also do not want people calling me, but I cannot just shut the world out. I kept my call short and that’s it. Don’t think I wasn’t paying attention to you.”. I somehow felt better hearing this.
then she continued “but if you want my attention don’t play. don’t be a child. It annoys me. And if I tell you to wait a minute then wait a minute.”. she concluded firmly on a low voice.
“yes mama. I will try not to cry for attention so much. thanks for telling me”. I said. Repeating showed I understood the message.
Mama tried to put out a serious face but I knew she was somewhat more relaxed now.
She moved her ass a bit behind, touching my hard on, teasing me. She raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile. “what do we have here…?” she said.
I blushed and looked away, half embarassed, half turned on.
“do you like my pussy ? ” she said with a smirk on her face. I knew she was teasing me now and she knew that I knew. But punishment is punishment and I had to answer.
“yes mama. It is the most beautiful in the world”. I said slowly.
“what about it ?” mama asked. She liked being complimented because she knew my compliments were sincere and not just ass-kissing to make her happy.
“I like when it is shaved, and I like the shape, I like feeling it is warm inside it and I like when I lick it”. All of these statements were true, although they were merely understatements. I loved pleasing mama with my mouth.
“I still don’t think you deserve any pussy now. This must be clear” was her answer.
I turned my eyes down again. “I understand”. I had to become worth of her pussy again.
She kissed me on my forehead and moved away from my body.
“turn around” she said.
I turned around.
“stay there. Don’t look”. she ordered. I complied.
I could feel her behind me looking for stuff, then heard her walking towards me and a couple of clicks.
She put her legs on the sides on my body. I kept looking down.
I could feel the palm of her hand moving all over my back from the neck down to the buttock in one quick movement. Then I heard those clicks again. It was definitely a lighter.
Next I felt a burning sensation on my lower back, like a pin on my skin.
I grunted loudly.
the sensation replicated on my shoulder blade.
I moaned and moved my legs as a reflex.
Mama was dropping hot wax on my back.
“do I need to tie you ?” she asked.
“I can take it…” I moaned breathing loudly.
“be as still as you can” she ordered.
I tried to be as still as I could while she dropped drips of hot wax over my back, buttocks and shoulders, Some went over on my collar, sometimes I just could not control it and mama had to balance herself.
When mama thought it was enough she moved her hands again over my back, taking away some of the dried wax.
Her hands went again over my butt.
“what about this ass ?” she asked. I could feel she was smiling when she was asking this.
“it is for mama to do what she wants” I replied. I didn’t know if I could take more but punishment is punishment, and I really wanted to be worth of mama’s pussy again.
“good boy. mama wants to play with it”. she said and that is when I found out that she had already prepared a butt plug and some lube next to herself, probably when she went fetching the wax and lighter.
“ass up” she said, and I raised my buttock.
“up I said” she repeated.
“mama I cannot do it like this, please move a bit” I said begging softly.
“ok”.
when my ass was up in her desired position she gently put some lube over my asshole, making sure some dripped in, covered the butt plug with more lube and then forced it in my asshole. On my side, I tried my best to relax to welcome it inside me.
when the butt plug was in she slapped softly my ass.
“you like it ?” she said
“yes mama, I do.”
she chuckled a bit. “then why don’t we play more with this ass?” she asked spanking it a bit more
“anything you want mama”
she didn’t say anything and left, but I think I knew where she was going.
She came back shortly, and pulled down her pants. In her hand she had a strap on. We chose that together with the size that would fit better in my ass without stretching it too much, so I recognized it.
I saw mama wearing it, then pulling the butt plug out of my ass.
“please mama…slowly…” I begged
“of course” she said sensually
she put more lube on the strap on, then pushed it as far as she could in my ass in one round. Then a bit more.
“oooooh !!” I almost screamed.
“is it ok ?” mama asked
“yes mama…slowly please” i begged again
she put a hand on my shoulder and started dragging my body back and forth towards her while having the dildo inside me. she was fucking my ass slowly but decisively.
“you like that, you slut ?” she said covering my moans. Mama knew that I wouldn’t react to insults like “idiot” or “short dick” or similar, but she knew that pointing out my sluttiness was a way to turn me on so much.
“yes mama, fuck me mama” I replied.
My hand went over to my cock and started stroking. I was getting hornier and hornier.
“mmmmmmmm !” was all I could moan as mama was fucking me then mama noticed my hand stroking my cock, slowed down with the fucking and ordered “you are not allowed to come”.
“mama….I really cannot hold it….” the strap on was making me feel like pooping and my cock was super hard, I felt I needed some release.
she stood there silent. I stopped stroking my cock.
“mama I beg you, I beg you….” I moaned.
She took out slowly the strap on from my ass, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“do not come” she said.
“please….” I begged again.
she told me to turn around and have my feet touching the wall. She put even more lube on her hand. then started stroking my cock.
“do not come. I don’t want you to. Control yourself.” she ordered again. She wasn’t joking. She was putting me in an uncomfortable situation as I put her before and wanted me to control myself as she did. but it was so hard…
I moaned more and more. “mama I really cannot…. please…please… please” I was on the verge of coming when she stopped letting me calm down. Then she started again until I was about to climax again, then stopped again.
She did this one more time. I was going crazy.
“mama I beg you…please… I cannot do it. I need to come. my body just cannot take it. I am trying my best….please, please please!”. It was true. I would have came anyway the next time she did this and I did not want to disappoint her, but I wasn’t able to control myself at all anymore.
She felt my begging was sincere.
“raise your feet” she said.
I didn’t understand at the beginning so she pulled my feet up against the wall and showed me what she wanted.
I raised my feet adn stretched my legs against the wall while holding my head still, my feel were up ahead of me, my body almost upside down.
“like this ?” I asked
she nodded, lubed her hands again and proceeded to stroke my cock again.
“mama I really cannot hold it, please, please…”
she didn’t reply.
“mama I really need to come”
no reply ,and she kept on stroking my cock. I felt the muscles prepare to release.
“mama I am coming !!” I screamed
the sticky fluid fell on my chest, my eye, my lip, my cheeck as mama kept stroking me. She made me come over my own face.
I screamed a couple more times as I was climaxing. Then we just stood there. I felt so embarassed, my cum covering my face, yet so turned on.
I felt so powerless and so pleasured at the same time. I looked at mama and that is when I saw it.
Mama filmed all with her phone. She was now pointing it at my face, smiling.
She stopped filming, put the phone away and said “was it good ?”
I nodded, breahless.
“open your mouth, aaaaa” she said, talking as I was a kid.
I opened my mouth and mama drew her finger over my face collecting all my cum inside my open mouth.
when most of it was inside she said “swallow”.
I stayed there for a moment. I could have never done it if it was another man’s cum. I would have been disgused and threw up. This would have been a major break of my hard limits, but this…was my own cum.
Could I ?
“swallow” she said again.
I closed my mouth and swallowed it.
Mama smiled “taste good ?”
“yes, a bit like lube” I said.
she stroke her hands together and smeared the remainder of cum and lube over my chest.
“time to clean up”.
I sat normally again. Mama took off the leash from me, but left the collar on.
I helped mama clean up, put the dried sheet in the laundry machine, clean and dry the toys we used and put them back where they belonged.
Mama said she wanted to shower and I needed to clean up too, the cum and lube were drying upon my chest, my asshole was still filleed with lube.
“thanks mama” I said. She didn’t reply for a minute then said “you are welcome”.
We started showering together. I cleaned her back and she cleaned mine making sure all the wax remains came off. I appreciated that a lot.
While I was putting soap over her beautiful shoulders she told me “go where yyou belong”. I went down on my knees again. I was still collared, I had to obey.
Mama turned the shower off, then raised a leg and put it over my back, me kneeling down.
A warm stream started pouring on me and mama let out a sigh of relief while she was releasing her pee on me.
“thanks mama” I said. I genuinely liked it.
Mama started the water again and washed the pee off my back and then told me to finish showering.
“I want a massage now. punishing is tiring” she said.
She didn’t need to explain herself, but she did. Mama wanted me to see things from her point as well.
“of course” I said.
As we dried ourselves mama took off the collar from me.
We proceeded to the bedroom where mama laid on the bed and pointed the massage oil to me.
I started moving my hands over mama’s back, using her sighs of relief as indicators of where I should put more attention.
I am not a professional massagist, but I try my best, and mama appreciates it.
I started at the top and moved towards the spine and then towards the bottom. That is how most massage works so that is what I think is the normal way.
When I got close to mama’s buttocks she raised it lightly.
I wasn’t sure if this was a message so I tried to test the waters, moving my oiled up finger between the buttocks, without touching the asshole. Mama breathed slowly and raised her ass again.
“mmmm…. wanna kiss it ?” mama asked. I liked how she respected that fact that when I was not collared she didn’t order me around and asked for things she wanted.
I didn’t even reply and put my face down and slowly passed my tongue on her ass, between the asscheeks and moving towards the asshole. Mama raised her ass a little again, sighing.
I started rimming her asshole, grateful I was allowed to pleasure her again. I dipped my tongue a couple of times in her hole as well, while mama sighed and moaned softly.
Mama was now on her fours getting her asshole licked and rimmed inside out by me. I was so grateful and happy when she let a hand back and forced my head closer to her hole.
I stopped to ask “mama can I lick your pussy now, please ?” contrary to her I had to ask at all times, not only when I was collared.
she just told me “lay down” and proceeded to sit on my face. I licked her until she came, and made sure to lick her pussy clean from the cum afterwards.
Mama was happy. Everything was right again, and I was so grateful for mama’s patience.
What started as a troubled afternoon ended up in a great evening as I bid goodbye to mama wishing our next meeting could come soon…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/90nbc5/i_wasnt_good_today_mf_femdom_long
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