Part 1 Here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dwt5lq/play_time_and_exploring_mf_mdom_public/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
We had driven in separately, so you walked away once you had decided we would go back to your apartment.
I watched you for a moment, then climbed into my car, tucking the vibrator into its pouch that I had left behind. I took a moment to breathe, so that I could drive with a focused frame of mind.
No good driving while flustered.
10 minutes later we were at your apartment. I parked in the spot next to you and you put your hand low on my waist as we walked up the stairs to your apartment on the second floor.
You barricaded me in between your arms, leaning in to put your teeth on the back of my neck while you unlocked the door to the apartment. I quivered, insides partically liquified at the feeling. I heard the lock clicked and the door opened into your dark entry.
You put a hand on the middle of my back and propelled me inside, then turned and locked the door with a snick.
It was dark, and I felt your hands close around my shoulders and spin me around. You push me against the wall, your hand closing on my throat gently, pinning me in place.
“Now,” your hand tightens around my throat, squeezing just enough that I feel some restriction on my airway, “You’re going to do whatever I say. Understand?”
I try to nod, but you hand on my throat prevents me from nodding. I lick suddenly dry lips, “Yes, I understand.”
Your hand slaps the skin on my thigh. It only stings a bit, not enough for me to engage our safe word, “You know that’s not the appropriate answer.”
I swallowed, “Yes, I understand Master.”
I know you’re smiling. I can’t see you but I know you and how you react to me falling into a submissive role.
Your hand tightens more on my throat and my breathing starts coming in pants. Your other hand…the one that had delivered the slap, slowly strokes up my leg and inner thigh until your fingers stroke teasingly over my pussy, “You’re wet,” you say, hand squeezing tightly once and letting go, “You little slut. Did you like flirting with the bartender while I used that toy on you?”
I whimper, forcing my knees to hold me upright, even though they are starting to turn to jello.
You let go and stroke my throat, hand following the line as you stroke my shoulder, then undo enough buttons that you can yank the button up down around my elbows, trapping my arms behind me.
I shift, wiggling to test if it’s too uncomfortable for me. You slap my thigh again, then undo the top two hooks of my corset and fill your hands with my ample tits, “That bartender was practically drooling over you. He probably wanted his mouth all over MY property.”
I hang my head, “I’m so sor-” a sharp gasp cuts off my words midsentence as you twist my nipples hard, squeezing so I feel the answering surge between my legs.
I know what’s coming next. As your head lowers to one nipple and slowly starts nibbling around it before closing in a sharp bite, a sharp punishment before it is soothed with your tongue. Fingers stroke then delve deeper into my wet pussy, your arm coming around to help support my weight while your mouth switches sides and fingers assault my senses.
You pull away suddenly and I feel the air cool my nipples. Your hands are rough as they pull me away from the wall, then push me down the hall to where it opens up into the living room.
There is some light here and I can see you better. Your hair is slicked back, probably from your hands running through it.
Your eyes are dark as they regard me. The corners of my corset are folded back so my breasts hang out. You reach out and rip apart my button up, little plinking sounds indicating that the buttons have scattered.
“Damn you! I like that shirt!” I say with a flash of heat. My eyes, brown, meet yours.
Your eyes flash back and you spin me around and roughly bend me over the back of the couch. Your hands reach out and grab my arms, pulling them behind me.
I hear the clinking next and you put my wrists into the cuffs that you had left on the bookshelf behind the couch, “Oh prepared are we?” I say sarcastically as they close around my wrists and you grab the chain between the two cuffs so that my back is arched.
I barely heard the whistle before I felt the kiss of the flogger. I jumped and whimpered, feeling soft heat spread out from where the pieces of soft leather had hit me.
“You aren’t allowed to smart off to me slut,” your voice is harsh as you hit my ass with the flogger again, then one more time for good measure.
I feel tears sting the corners of my eyes. It didn’t hurt per say, as we had played enough for me to be used to the rough handling you were subjecting me to. But there was a definite heat rising from the marks.
I hear your zipper grind as you pull it down, and the soft whoosh as you take off your shirt.
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