Bathtub Bad Girl
I was ending my night on a Sultry Sunday, and My Dominant had gotten me these beautiful black bath bombs with mysterious streams of blue in them, for the holidays, and I thought it would be a lovely night to try one out. I kissed him ever so softly before I grabbed my towel, my phone, and headed to the bathroom.
I pulled my stretchy hair tye from my hair bun and let my curly wavy hair fall to my shoulders. It felt so amazing to finally get to a point in my day where I can relax, be alone, I could do whatever I want..
I swirled the knob around until I heard hot water coming from the spout and took a few hits from my vape. As I stared at myself in the mirror I noticed my feminine features. I noticed my 34DD breasts, my hard and perfectly placed nipples right in the middle, and a tiny sweat glow from my under breast area. As I go down my body, I feel right over my pussy to see if I need to shave or not, and realize my pussy is still very bare and smooth and I move my hands to trace the outlines of my hips, and notice the water is almost where I need it to be. I feel the water to make sure it is at the right temperature for me and then I gracefully sit down and gasp as the hot water soaks over my soft skin. I started to feel really hot, sweaty, and… something else. Something else was bothering me. I started to touch my breasts and saw them poke out immediately as I grazed over them. I placed the bath bomb inside the water and watched the water turn into a dark Smokey black with blue hints and the sensation of the bubbles in the water was getting me horny. How could this be? It hasn’t been that long since my man put his cock inside me. Why do I have to be such a cock hungry slut? Ugh. I decided to make a playful game out of my mood, and I snapped a shot of my body in the bath tub, and sent it over to my dominant. I felt my pussy start to pulse as I waited for his response. Ding. There it was in all it’s glory.
“You’d better stop…”
I love the warning texts. The ones where I know I’m going to get pounded & probably punished into oblivion. Fuck. What did I start. Now I can’t stop. I sent him another, this one, still playful, almost a little silly. I want to keep playing this little game I’ve created. He warns me again, “little girl… I said to stop didn’t I?”
I know he wants me to ask. He wants me to get on my knees “like a good girl” and ask him. But for some reason, this seems so much easier and sluttier so I do it…
but not for long,
I knew what was coming. I knew he’d find a way to fuck it into me so I learn my lesson.
After some texting, getting heavier and hotter by the minute, he sends “haha don’t worry. You’re the one that has to come out of there.” and I take a big gulp of my saliva –
Because I know. I know he is right.
I am going to take one step out of this bath and head to our room,
and whatever happens to me after that is in his hands and I know It. I know he is teaching me to be a proper submissive,
and I need to stop being such a dirty improper whore and not asking..
I start to get very very hot. Sweat is dripping down my forehead as I know what is about to happen.
I grab the door, and then the second door to my room right after, to see my dominant waiting on the end of the bed. He looks up at me with an empty glare. The kind of glare that is very hard to determine. I look down at his pants and notice the hard on erupting from his pants. Oops. Did I do that?
He points to the ground and says “position 2.” I didn’t know what to say so “I don’t remember…” fell out of my mouth and he gave me a very very figure it out, you slut, kind of look. I didn’t know if the embarrassment of getting on to the floor would take over my horniness but I did it. I got on all fours and placed my head down, In submission to him, waiting for his play in the game.
He asked me if I knew why I was kneeling for him on the ground like a whore, I said yes…
He said “shouldn’t you ask.. shouldn’t you be polite.”
I start to tear up because I know he is right, I know I could tell him anything, ask him anything, I know this…
He rubs my back for a moment and then he gets up to grab one of our toys. I have my face down and I know I dare not move or try and look. So I stay still and wait. I don’t hear chains. I’m listening openly to try and get a hint of what he may be using to punish and tease me. That’s one of his favorites. After I have teased him long enough he absolutely tortures my pussy until I am asking or, more so, begging for his cock, the way good submissives should.
and… SLAPP! I feel the most intense burning thuddy pain on my ass, the paddle. I know that feeling. But he’s using the hard side. and he hit me hard. I catch my breath, another SLAP!
small rub on my thigh. SLAP! Over, and over, and over, I was slapped and punished with this paddle board for what seemed like hours. Every few minutes he would grab my
pussy and spread it open, so much that it even started to make noise from being spread so much. I couldn’t believe how much of a whore I was treated like. and I knew all of it was true. That I wanted my hole to be spread open. I wanted his cock. I wanted to be his. I knew this. Finally after enduring the full of my punishment, he asks me. Do I deserve this cock, I knew in this moment I should have earned it better so I said “no, sir.” and he asked me if I had learned my lesson. I said “Yes, Master.” I finally felt him spread my pussy open one more time, and immediately shove it full of cock. I open my mouth and lead out a Yelp as I feel his full cock deepening inside me going in and out mercilessly. My hair gets pulled. My back gets arched. My hips get held. Cock goes in, over and over, pushing at all my pussy walls, crying and whining because I’m getting fucked on the floor instead of my bed,
Master likes the floor better because he has more control over my body and the bed is “too soft” so when he is really done with me and my slutty behavior, on the floor we go.
I almost thought he was done when he pulled out, but no, he grabbed the back of my hair and I knew what was coming, he lead my pretty mouth to his cock and I immediately smelt my own scent on him. I tried to just lick the tip, yet my mouth was pushed over the edge until I was sucking on the head or deeper. He fucked my mouth a few minutes until I was slobbering down my chest.
He grabbed my hands and placed me on the bed, on my hands and knees.
He made sure this time when he grasped on to my hips that it was more firm this time. He gripped on to them hard and I just felt the length of his cock go back inside me.
My body was getting ravished behind me and all I could do was lay there and moan like a little slut. I deserved this. I knew I did, it was so deep and I knew this was the only way I’d learn my lesson. He flipped me over one very last time. He spread my legs, open wide, and angled up towards the ceiling. He spread my pussy lips again and shoved his 8.5 inch cock inside me once more only to make me cream for the third time, and shake under him. He grabbed my throat and I could see as he stared at me, a cumming shaking mess of a whore that he owns, he was going to explode. Everytime we get to this moment,
I secretly think I’d be a little happy if he just exploded inside of me.
But again.
He is very much about me being a proper girl and asking for things :)
So for the time being, until I can do that,
He pulls out and explodes all over the top of my bare pussy and parts of my stomach.
I feel his warm cum erupting all over me, and I feel his heart race and body shake as he cums and I hold on to his shoulders and help him re-ground as a part of his “aftercare” of sorts.
He then asks me if I’m okay, very typical before we decid what kind of aftercare I need from him. I look at him, a little out of breathe and my head feels as it’s spinning “I’m okay.”
and we cuddle up, waiting to get our breathe back.
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