It had been another great date, we’d laughed, smiled and flirted probably a bit too much for public viewing. But that didn’t manage to stop me from being a disobedient slave. We’d stopped off at a little corner cake shop after you made me wait outside Ann Summers whilst you bought me a reward.
My first mistake was not opening the door for you, then entering ahead of you. You saw how I didn’t realise and chose to dismiss it – after all, I’d never acted out before. Then, after taking it upon myself, I got your order wrong when I knew it perfectly well. Then the final straw had been when I forgot to pull your chair out for you and then starting on my cake before you had yours. I realised I was done for.
You demanded we leave immediately and stormed out of the cafe, me running quickly behind. The car ride back to your place was eerie and silent, I was locked alone with my thoughts of how you’d punish me – whip, cane, or perhaps something worse?
But I was surprised when we got to the bedroom, oh so pleasantly surprised. You pulled me inside and locked the door, pulling me into the deepest of kisses. Your soft lips still tasted of the small piece of cake you briefly enjoyed. The sweetness mixed with the saliva of your tongue pushing down my throat was almost too much for me to take.
That’s when I noticed it. You only allowed the kiss to be one sided. Pulling away, I saw a smirk of punishment flash across your face. It was worse than the whip, you were showering me with affection to prove how bad a job I’d done just hours before. Accepting my fate I let you rip my shirt and jeans from my body and push me gently onto the bed. It was then it started. Your slow, methodical, wet kisses and nibbling down my body.
Starting with my earlobe, you took it gently between your teeth and but with enough force to make me whimper, but not enough to cause damage. This was a trigger point and you knew it, making this revenge all the more pleasurable for you. This was followed by the wet kisses down my jawline, neck and pecs. Stopping with an evil grin at my nipples. Again your teeth claimed them as your own with your delicate teeth nibbling away, giggling as precum oozed from my swollen red tip. Once satisfied you moved down my abs, one kiss on each, your lipstick marking their territory.
Then the mood changed again once you reached my prized manhood. You abruptly pulled away, wagging a finger at me. Then shushing my moans with that very same finger.
Ordering me to sit at the top end of the bed, you claimed the rest. Slowly removing the skin tight jeans you’d worn for me as yet another reward, you spread your legs to reveal your soaking, literally dribbling cunt. So much so that I could see small dribbles running down your silky smooth thighs.
It killed me knowing you could bring that much pleasure to yourself without me needing to be there, and you knew it. No, you loved it. With two snaps, my arms were handcuffed back to the bed. No self touching for me, this is punishment after all.
Taking your place on the opposite end of the bed, you spread your legs wide for me, your pussy in full display. Your eyes lighting with fire every time a little whimper or moan escaped my lips. You shuffled to within a foot of my now dribbling penis, I was a mess. I struggled against the handcuffs, yearning to be freed so I could plunge into your wetness. But I had no strength. I was hypnotised by the motion of your hands.
Your beautiful hands, slowly started circling your swollen clit. Causing your back to arch and the hairs on the back of your neck to tingle. With each reaction my mesmerised body and mouth gave, your pace increased. You switched from circles to long strokes with your middle 3 fingers along the length of your pussy before plunging deep inside yourself. At that moment, I cried out your name as you were overcome with pleasure. Punishing me had had the opposite effect on you. You loved every second of it. As your orgasm built, your pelvis and legs started shaking violently, your whole body shuddering.
With each wave, more and more of your juices spilled onto your bed. Each time making me moan and cry out in lust and anger that such precious juices had been wasted. But that’s what you wanted. You wanted to waste everything and have me within touching distance. Observing everything but getting no satisfaction or pleasure. It was the ultimate combination of lust and mental sadism.
Once your body had stopped shuddering and you had come to your senses you slid your fingers out of your used cunt with a delightful squelch. Laughing as you looked toward me, still partially mesmerised, you asked if I wanted your final juices. I nodded like a dog in heat, tongue out to the side the side of my mouth. To which you replied on order:
“Cum!”
As if by command I shot 2 large ropes of my hot cum straight on the, now extremely large, wet patch you had just created. I looked up pleadingly. Only to be saddened as I saw you heading to the bathroom.
This was my punishment after all, why would I think I was going to get a reward…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ayut56/fm_mistresses_first_punishment
I wish that had been me OMG I got hard just reading and my wife had read it and started teasing me dam her I played along
Very nice. There aren’t enough femdom stories on here, thanks so much.