A Night of fun between a Lady and her Boy [FM] [Femdom] [Rough] [Aftercare]

This is something I wrote at the behest of a few people on my discord server. I hope you all enjoy!

The Night

She pulled the last knot tight, and leant back on her haunches, admiring her handiwork. She impressed herself sometimes, and this was one such occasion. His arms were bound across his back, the pattern crisscrossing up and down his body. Carefully knotted at his shoulders to stay clear of the neck – that was, after all, the collar’s place – it worked down the front of his delicious body. Weaving over his thighs and framing his plump ass, it made him look a treat. She shook back her hair and ran her hands up and down the sides of his body, kissing his shoulder. They knelt together, on the bed, and she watched their forms in the mirror as her teeth found the curve of his neck. He was in for it tonight, and both of their bodies felt it– she wasn’t afraid to acknowledge the youthful, giddy glee boiling inside of her. Already his skin was marked and painted; kisses, hickies, bites, and scratches from their warmup, were scattered all over his chest, legs, and belly. She grinned into his cheek as her fingers ran over his thighs, thinking of how he looked with his hands cuffed to the ceiling, at her mercy. Oh yes, that had certainly gotten them both in the mood.

Now he knelt, quivering, biting his lip and staring at her. She ran her fingers up the side of his head, through his hair, fanning it out before taking her sweet time working it into braids. He used to wonder why she liked it when boys grew out their hair, doubting the look – but now the quick sharp tugs gave him all the answers he needed. She was careful and practised, working his soft, floppy mess into a pretty – and durable – lock. She lifted it up, tugging his head forward, and set little light kisses down his neck, along his spine. She now held up her final addition to his “outfit”, a brand-new gag. The ring, rubber-coated stainless, would make sure his gorgeous mouth would be free to make all those tasty noises, and of course, drool over her bedsheets. She grinned a wicked grin as he opened his mouth, maybe to ask a question, but gave no complaint as she set it. After fastening it to the back of his head, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his head two dozen times, and squeezing him tight. She knew how much he was affected by the feeling of her breasts pressed against him, even though her clothes blocked skin on skin contact. Plus, she’d take any excuse to hold her boy. She whispered in his ear, with a flick of her tongue,

“Are you ready, my darling?”

His sloppy, incoherent mumble of a response tore through her like wildfire, and her grin grew maniacal. She reached down and drew a finger down his throbbing length. It was, of course, in a less-than-comfortable predicament. Tied well and true, it curved down on itself, held in place. She had found the process of icing and tying his length incredibly intoxicating, especially as he complained of the deep aching in his balls. The baby-blue bow was a touch inspired by that aching, though he had objected to it. An ice-cube in his butt had shut him up and made her favourite toy much more manageable. Now it bobbed, straining and trapped. The sight of it alone made her smile, but the thoughts of god knows how many orgasms made her cackle internally. Oh, how she adored toying with him. She moved now, standing in front of him. His eyes gazed at her, taking every inch of her in. Her skirt pooled around her knees, meeting her socks in a pleasant mix of black and maroon. Her black t-shirt, which she borrowed from him, fit her in a teasingly loose way. Overall, she appeared to be dressed for a normal day out. She dressed alone that morning before they went shopping and got lunch. He had been confused as to why she was so adamant he needed to leave the room, though he went with it. Now he held her eye as she raised the top above her head. Had it not been for the gag, his mouth would have hit the floor as he feasted his eyes upon the intricate, stunning, leather that covered her body. The suit hugged her breasts and curved with her body, disappearing under the skirt, a dancing display of expert craftsmanship. She smirked as she leaned forward, guiding his eyes to her cleavage. She knelt at the edge of the bed between his knees and traced her nails down his thighs. With a faux-innocent smile, she leaned in, kissing his roped cock, letting her hot breath spill over his skin. With her tongue dangling a hair’s breadth from his balls, she looked up at him, then winked.

“Shut your eyes for me, baby”

He did so, with a look of awe on his face, drool running down his chin. Reaching for the box beneath the bed, she stood and turned. He saw nothing of what she was doing until she told him to open his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to notice what had changed, as she stood before him, arms behind her back and legs crossed. Her red-painted lips were drawn into a tight smile. He gasped as the large bulge in the front of her skirt caught a shadow in the low light of the room, and all was made clear to him. She took a step, and the hard phallus rocked up, peeping out from the skirt as she moved quickly towards him, half-straddling his thigh with one foot on the bed and a fist gripping his braid. She slipped the gag from him and locked him in a kiss. Her head rolled aggressively against him. She mounted the bed, knees either side of him as one hand held his face, the other now squeezing the sides of his neck. She pulled back for a moment, only to get a better view of his face as she targeted a slap on his ass. His look of shocked arousal was a work of art. She kissed him once more, tugging him closer by the collar. His muffled moans and whines were music to her ears, as the strap stood pressed between their bodies. She pulled back, biting his lower lip, tugging him with her. She fingered the collar; black leather with “SLUT” in silver letters emblazoned across its surface. It looked so good on him. They had picked it out together, on their 5th date. She replaced the gag, and raised the lead that had hung from her waistband all day, and clipped him in. She wrapped it around her fist and pulled his forehead to hers. Her voice now was a steady growl

“What’s the safety, Slut?”

Three short, sharp breaths, like someone blowing their nose, came in response. She grinned and kissed his nose

“Good boy. Now, makeup”

She drew forth a marker and adorned her beautiful, subby canvas with some of her favourite words. “Whore” across his chest. “Slut” and “Sissy” on each shoulder, sealed with a kiss. All manner of “fuck me!”, “use me!”, “fill me!”, “breed me!” was written across his torso. Large arrows ran up his thighs towards his dripping cock, stating that it was “Not to be touched!”. On his back, neatly in a triangle of rope, sat the words “Free hole”, politely leading the way to his ass. She capped the marker, tossing it aside. She stood before him once again and took hold of his hair. Tilting his head around, to see him from all angles, she spread her legs and lifted her skirt. The strap-on attached easily to the lower half of her leathers. She had appreciated the cool temperatures that day; it made hiding her surprise so much easier.

“Suck my cock, since you seem so eager, waiting like that”

She held his face and guided the toy towards his mouth. The tip fit snuggly in his mouth, and she could feel the resistance as his tongue moved around the intruding object. She moved her hips achingly slow, letting him grow accustomed to its size. She pushed him down a little farther and grew goosebumps as he gagged for the first time. She bit her lip as she held his head with both hands, the rhythm of her hips increased in pace as she lost herself in the noises he made on her cock. He was a symphony of her lust, and she felt the textured nub on the inside of the strap grind against her most sensitive of places, while a long, hooked piece of rubber lay inside of her. After a few minutes of using his mouth, with a now-satisfactory amount of drool running down his body, she stopped, deep in his mouth. She gazed down at him and could take the waiting no longer. She needed to be in him.

She didn’t need words anymore, he saw that deep, dangerous hunger in her eyes. She moved onto the bed, lead in tow, and dragged him backward. She knelt behind him and gripped him tight to her body. He was taller than her, but in these moments, he felt like a toy in her hands. She saw them in the mirror, her eye glinting over his shoulder. With her hair fanning out behind her, she looked like a vampire. She grinned and bit his collar bone, before guiding his face into the sheets. If he turned his head right, he could see himself in the mirror, prey to his darling Mistress. She opened the lube, applying it liberally to her shaft. She bent down and tugged on his plug with her teeth as she stroked her girth. She slapped his pretty ass before plucking the toy from him. It had served well to keep him distracted all day, and after cleaning him in a *very* steamy shower, he was ready. She held the bottle to his hole, squirting the cold fluid into him, just to watch him shiver. She dragged her nails down his body and over the ropes. She was in love

“Are you ready, Slut? I’m going to fuck you until your brains are fried, until you can’t think straight enough to ask for more. I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied. I know you’re ready, aching, and craving my cock” she slapped the toy between his cheeks, running it up and down. She leant down, whispering into his back “I’m taking you, tonight”

She took aim. Holding the ropes on the small of his back, she led the tip to his hole. She felt the ring of muscles resist, and eased against him, waiting for him to relax. She felt his body give way and began to work his hole in a steady rhythm. She loved watching each inch disappear into him. The leather suit felt incredible against her hot skin, the straps wrapping around her, holding her tight. The feeling of it gripping her pelvis, her ass, and her thighs as she pushed and pulled in and out of him. She loved it, the power she felt as she made him groan and mewl on her cock. She reached for his braid, the Viking styled hair feeling wonderful in her fist. The lead was held firmly against the rope she clutched to drag herself into him. The tug on his hair forced him to lock eyes with her in the mirror. It was a struggle, as he could barely keep them open as a result of the penetration his ass was undergoing. She tugged the lead and tightened her grip on his hair. As her thighs grew nearer and nearer to his ass with each thrust, the fabric of the skirt danced over his skin, eliciting all sorts of reactions in her poor spoiled subby. She leant forward, moving one of her feet to his side as she gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face down as she raised her other hand, the one that clutched the lead. With the new angle, she began to drive into him. His back arching downwards, a long, tempered moan erupted from him. It shuddered with each of her thrusts as she gritted her teeth. The sensation on the rubber back of the harness rubbing against her was driving her wild, as it teased her clit. As she thrust into him, her hips rolled and tilted, vying to find the angle and movement that granted her the most pleasure. This, of course, served only to drive the boy even more wild, as the fucking seemed to activate every part of his body, sending blinding flashes of euphoria through his mind. His arms and cock strained against their respective prisons, the latter leaking right onto the sheets. She could hear the faint slapping of his tortured bits against his stomach, splashing milky precum over his body. With an aggressive thrust, she reached down and hoisted his leg up, flipping him onto his side. She held his leg in her right hand, as her left took the lead. She stared down at him, with all the caring awe of a Goddess. She leant forward as she fucked him and kissed his chest. He was twisted like a doll, lying almost on his arms while his lower body was thrown to the side. She moved his raised leg from one shoulder to the other, and scooped her hand down his thigh, taking a firm grip around the base of his cock. She admired her handiwork once more as she continued rolling her hips into him, the shaft was practically rolled down into his sack, and fastened there. It shifted as it grew harder in her touch but couldn’t break free. It was beautiful, and she rolled her palm over it as her hips moved in a wavy roll. She held the lead tight, throwing back her head as she laughed in a sadistic chorus of joy. She let his legs fall to the sides as he looked up at her. Her fucking had driven him closer to the edge of the bed, and now his head hung over the mattress. They painted such an orgasmic, almost biblical portrait in the mirror. She gripped his spread thighs and powered into him – her climax drew near. She left him in this position as she leant back, holding his roped cock with one hand, while the other supported her weight.

With her knees spread in a low, wide-angle, she dragged her crotch up along the inside of the harness, resulting in a deeply satisfying pulse in his cock as it pressed over his prostate. Her fingers were wet with his precum, and she painted it over his thighs. Her lips were pursed, and her mind was racing as she glided in and out of him. His moans and noises throughout it all, distorted as they were by the gag and positions, told her so much about him. When her pace increased, his moans turned to short, sharp, shallow gasps, interplayed with long groans from the back of his throat that came to a high-pitched crescendo just before she slowed. Then, he would breathe raggedly and deeply, sometimes gurgling as his red body shivered and came down from the high. Long “hah” s decorated his slow breathing, and she adored experimenting with her rhythm, when to start, stop, change the pace or power to best create that illicit music. She admired the scratch marks on his chest, kisses, and bite marks dancing around them. She lifted one of his legs and kissed up and down his calf. Too oft, she felt, were the calves left untouched, so she made extra sure to leave him things to remind him of her love the following morning at the gym.

She pulled out from him and flipped him onto his stomach once again. She clawed at his sides and plunged in. Fucking into him without abandon, she growled, wrapping her arms around his body and holding him tight. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, she ravaged him. It felt incredible. Her arms crossed, nails latching onto his chest below her, he groaned and spluttered into the sheets. She felt his fists clench and loosen beneath her, as she kept careful watch for the signal that she needed to slow down. It never came. With her body pressed against his, she panted and moaned into him, gripping her toy as she used him. She almost screamed as she found her orgasm in him, gripping and tugging at him with renewed vigor. She was in heaven.

She lay now, panting, buried deep inside of him. Her cheek lay between his flexing shoulder blades; she could feel his breathing slowing down, and the gentle rise and fall of their union. She kissed his back and knelt up straight. As she stroked his body, his ass, his legs, his chest, she spoke:

“You were such a good boy for Mommy. You make me feel so good.”

Her heart melted as she watched his head turn to the side so he could look at her. She pulled out, loving how his eyes rolled. Moving around, taking his face in her hands and pulling free the gag, she kissed him deeply, slowly, tongue exploring his mouth. Her fingers ran over his hair as she felt him melt once more. She pulled back, a trail of saliva hanging between them. She stood, and detached the harness from her body, shivering as the toy came away from her. She couldn’t help but drag her fingers over her sex and trail them across his lips. She sighed and pat his cheek. As the excitement passed, she could see him start to fall back into himself, down from his floating, subby high. She smiled at him and set about undoing the ropes, talking to him as she went, massaging where the rope had bitten into him, kissing the long pattern of scratches on his body.

“You were so good. So very, very good for me my darling” she freed his arms, and helped him slowly stretch out, massaging his shoulders as he looked down, still flushed “You know how pretty I find you when you moan for me like that” She sat down beside him, and started to free his hair, kissing his neck and face, and squeezing his hand. He looked up at her now, a small smile on his lips. She showered him in kisses, and reached down, tugging the ribbon from his intimate bindings. He sighed as he fell free, but she stopped his hands from travelling there “Another time, baby”

His eyes twinkled at her as she guided him to lie down. She giggled, simply throwing a towel onto the bed as she stripped. She wriggled in beside him, and placed his head atop her chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She spoke to him as she stroked his hair.

A thought came to her, and she fetched the marker. She found each and every word she had written on his body, crossing them out. She couldn’t have him thinking such mean things to be true. Despite his sleepy protests, she wrote love letters all over his body, only getting more creative each time he complained. His torso was adorned with samples of “Beautiful”, “My darling”, “My king”, and on the centre of his chest, in bold, strong letters, “I love you”. Finally satisfied, she held him close to her again, flipping the collar to reveal a softer, dark blue with his name in gold. She grinned at the little love heart she had snuck onto his butt, and nuzzled his head, and they listened to each other’s breathing. After some time of this quiet comfort, she felt that the silent, terrible, drop had left him, as he dozed off in her arms. His face was so very pretty as he slept against her breasts. Maybe, if they woke up together, she’d use his mouth…

But those were thoughts of another time, as she found herself yawning and slipping into the tempo of his dozing breaths. She drew the covers over them both, as the night came to a quiet, cuddly close around the loving pair.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jo9pgk/a_night_of_fun_between_a_lady_and_her_boy_fm