An Open Invitation [mF]

“Look, I really like you, I hope that’s clear by now.”

My heart was thumping in my throat and I knew that, given the chance, I wouldn’t hesitate to call this off. But I had known that beforehand and made sure that now, as she looked at me with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and apprehension, there was no other option than to push forward.

“R-right?” I added, needing at least a little reassurance.

Alison cupped my cheek. I bent down a little while she rose up on her toes to give me a soft kiss on my lips.

“Yeah,” she said, “you’ve made that abundantly clear. For the record, I like you as well.”

I gave her a sheepish smile as she put her heels back on the ground. The top of her head barely reached above my nipples. Tiny, but fierce, that’s how I had come to know her over these past few months. That she was here, in my bedroom, waiting gleefully for me to show her my most private secrets, well, that made me both happy and anxious. Before I could delay any further, I turned around and grabbed the chest from atop my closet. About the size of a briefcase, but twice as high, it wasn’t exactly a feather, with its solid wood and the iron bands covering the curved lid. But I had quite a bit of experience in getting it down and back up there. The padlock, light and modern in comparison to the box, rattled as I put the chest on the bed, almost eager to be unlocked. Her fingers wandered over the dark wood of the lid.

“The tension is killing me here.”

“Sorry.”

I fumbled around in my pocket for my keys. Once I finally managed to extract them from my jeans, I grabbed the padlock and brought the small key closer. But a better idea hit me, or at least one that seemed easier in the moment. I held the keys out to her. In a flash Alison had the padlock in her hand and was ready to lift the lid. I quickly put my hand on top.

“Look, I-”

“You really like me, I know. Harry, after all this build up, there had better be something very exciting and sexy in that box.”

“Sexy?” I said, a little too shocked, “Who said anything about-”

“Oh, god, you’re not a taxidermist, are you?”

I grinned, closed my eyes and shook my head. She placed her hand on my neck and pulled me down to meet her lips. Our kiss lasted a lot longer this time, with twirling tongues and audible breaths.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, pulling back only the barest minimum.

“I do, Al, but it-”

“No buts.” She turned back to the chest. “Open it.”

I reached for the lid and flipped it open without so much as a second thought. Her eyes went wide for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. When she smiled, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer without taking her eyes of the box. I knew its contents intimately, of course, but this was the first time I had ever shown them to anyone. My personal toy collection had grown quite organically over the years; there was an assortment of plugs, two vibrators, a dildo on a suction cup, nipple clamps, rope and leather cuffs. My face burned as Alison took everything in and I couldn’t help but remember some of my … sessions.

“So,” Alison said finally, “some butts after all.” She grinned and squeezed my ass. “Oh, Harry, this is wonderful.” She let her fingers trail over the steel and silicone. “You clean these well?”

“Of course.”

“And what’s your favorite?”

I knew the answer; of course I knew the answer. But I hesitated. Because despite already showing her this, my secret desires, and despite her positive reaction, it still felt like another risk. I swallowed hard, then pointed to one of the steel plugs. It wasn’t the biggest, but it had a long stem with a handle at the end, perfect for hitting just the right spots. She picked it up, held it close to her face and then, her eyes locked on mine, slowly stuck out her tongue and licked along the bulbous head. Before I could fully process this, she pressed the plug against my lips. Gingerly I opened my mouth and enveloped it. My cock, meek and flaccid up to this point, twitched and grew in my pants. 

“Good boy. Now strip and get on your knees on the bed.”

My eyes went wide and my heart started racing. I had hoped for an enthusiastic reaction, of course, but hadn’t really dared to dream. She let the metal slip from my mouth, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I guess you’re not asking anymore”, I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

“Oh, no, Harry, not anymore. I’ll be telling, and every time I do you’ll say …”

“Sure, buddy!” I winked and dropped my pants and boxers to the floor.

A loud smack echoed in the room; I sucked in my breath and my cock felt electrified. She hadn’t spanked me that hard, but it was also the hardest I had ever been spanked. I crawled onto the bed and looked back at her, my ass high and exposed.

“Yes, Mistress.”

With a delighted squeal she let herself fall backwards on the bed, her head landing right next to mine. She pulled my head down into a long, sloppy kiss. My erection almost hurt, a single drop of precum dangling from the tip. She broke the kiss, but kept our heads together.

“I’m going to take good care of you. And we’ll have all the conversations about limits and expectations and safewords really soon. But right now, I just want to play with your little asshole. Does that sound good?”

I was panting at this point, as horny as I had ever been.

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed, “thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” she whispered and scooted off the bed.

With my head against the mattress, I took a few deep breaths, trying to center myself. Alison was rummaging around in the chest, but at this point I had submitted. I was ready, eager even, for anything she wanted to do to me. So when a wet, lubed up finger started moving along the length of my dangling cock, from just below the head towards my balls, I only let out a soft moan. She didn’t linger there. I pushed back instinctively as her finger circled my rosebud. She took her time, stroking and pushing, but always pulling back just before she slipped in. Her other hand started playing with my balls, pulling on them and kneading them gently. My cock rose and fell, aching for attention. I couldn’t tell you how long she kept this up. My head seemed to sink deeper into the bed, my ass rising into the air. When her touch disappeared, I let out a deep sigh. My mind was blissfully empty of everything but the current moment. I had expected some anxiety, as well as the totally reasonable fear that it was all a prank she was playing on me. But instead I found myself floating, aware of my body and her presence, at ease and relaxed. When the cold plug touched my asshole, I tensed up, but only for a moment.

“That’s it,” her soothing voice came from behind, “just relax.”

She increased the pressure and I pushed back without thinking. When the head slipped inside of me, I let out a barely intelligible ‘Oh, God’, wrapped in a deep, satisfying moan.

“That’s it,” she said again, “let me take care of you, pet.”

With steady pressure, she pushed the plug into me up to the handle. The feeling was familiar, but exciting, as she gently moved it around, tugging and pushing. Nothing I hadn’t done myself, of course. The fact that it was someone else, though, that is was her, my Mistress doing it to her pet, made for a whole different experience. Panting hard I lifted my shoulders up off the bed and looked back beneath myself. My cock hung hard between my legs, a string of precum trailing to the sheets.

“Oh, Mistress,” I gasped, “I never imagined …”

A hand between my shoulder blades pressed me back down again. Nails scratched along my spine.

“You’re not going to come just yet, are you? Pet?”

I shivered and clenched up, unsure in between all the sensations how far my orgasm really was.

“I … I don’t know, Mistress.”

I could feel her freeze up, just for a moment. The anxiety that had been so notably absent started creeping in around the edges again, until her breath grazed my ear.

“Oh, Harry, my dear little pet,” she whispered in my ear, “I am sorry. My excitement got the better of me.” She pushed the plug into me up to the handle, expelling my uncertainties in an instant. “Sit up for me.”

As I did so, my feet just over the edge of the bed, she came to stand behind me. One hand still on the plug, she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around my hard, slick cock, her breath warm on my neck. I moaned softly.

“This is only the first step.” She spoke softly, her hands moving in unison. “The first step on an exciting journey.” I leaned back against her, my every breath now a voiced sigh. “I’m so happy you trusted me with this, pet.” She began to pick up the pace and my mind started to blank. “Now come for me. Come for your Mistress.”

A deep, primal groan rose up from deep inside me. She kept stroking me, firm and steady, as I started to tremble, rising up on my knees. I could feel my seed surging through my cock. Just before I unloaded, she pulled the plug free from my ass in a single, fluid motion. I screamed, every nerve in my body seemed to pull towards the pleasure that pulsed at my core. How long this lasted, how long I came and screamed, I couldn’t tell. When I finally fell back against her, I was drained. She was still holding my quickly diminishing cock, and I felt her rubbing along my asshole with something cold and damp. But it barely registered.

“Lie down, love.” With a light touch against my back, she pushed me forward.

The mattress shifted as she climbed on top of me. Her weight was soothing, her body covering me like a blanket. My breathing slowed, following hers. An unreal sense of peace enveloped me.

“This was amazing, Harry.” Her voice was only a murmur. “There is something that will make this even better, though.”

“Hmmm?”

“I need a cock of my own.”

Pressed between the bed and my stomach, I started to harden again.

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