It had been too long. Being safe and protecting my loved ones meant that it had been over a year since the last time I dipped into my darker desires. Over a year since I had someone tied up and begging for permission to cum.
So it was a pleasure to find Miss Z, recently broken up from a Dom-sub relationship, a fan of my artwork and eager to let me work my frustrations out on her.
We met up at the bar of my hotel, and I was honestly a little nervous. It has been well over a year since I’d fucked someone other than my wife. She admitted to being nervous too, with her bag full of toys and healthy amount of cleavage pushing up from her dress.
We grabbed drinks and chatted for a bit, sharing stories about different kinks we had gotten up to, what our limits were, what our safewords were. We discussed how my wife was a cuckquean and would be getting a full report when I got home, and how virgins are vastly overrated compared to fucking dirty little sluts.
I already knew most of her limits. All of her holes were mine. I could choke her, slap her, drag her around and tie her up, as long as I fucked her hard.
When our drinks were done, both of us were giddy to start. I took her to into the elevator, wrapped one hand around her neck and the other up her skirt. I pushed her against the wall and she immediately moaned, and I gave her a kiss.
The hall to my room was thick with humid air. It was an old building on the 10th floor, but at least the room had a decent AC unit.
At the door, I pushed her face-first against the wall, and gave both of her ass cheeks a squeeze. When my fingers were able to feel how wet her pussy was through her panties, I whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”
She let out a soft whimper, and I opened the door.
Regaining her composure, she started unpacking her toys: a glass dildo, a flogger, a crop, a couple harnesses, some restraints, lube, bandage scissors and a vibrator.
I was amused watching it. On the table beside her was my paddle, duct tape, zip ties, rope, condoms, vasoline, water, restraints, and my own pair of bandage scissors.
But right at that moment, I wanted to get a better look at my new toy, and I told her this.
I gave her another kiss with another forceful grab of her neck, then pulled a tit out. I gave the nipple a kiss, a lick and a bite. She made quiet sounds for the kiss and lick, and loud, pleasant sounds for the bite.
I pushed her down onto her knees, her most fitting place. I pulled out my cock, and she didn’t make any movements. So I grabbed her hair and jerked her face to the right spot, then pushed my cock down her throat.
I wasn’t planning on cumming any time soon. I wasn’t even planning on fucking her in the immediate future. Me forcing her to serve my cock with her mouth was simply a power exchange, reminding her that I will use any and all of her holes as I see fit. I took extra care to make sure she gagged on it, too.
When her breaths in between cock-swallows got deep enough, like a tired swimmer gasping for air, I pulled her back up to a standing pose, only to push her face-down into the mattress. I pulled up the hem of her dress, enjoying the view of her ass, taking some reference photos for later artworks. I pulled up her skirt, then unsnapped the part of her lingerie covering her pussy.
She was already dripping wet. She claimed that she was always like that, and I honestly didn’t care. Maybe she was always ready to be fucked, maybe she was turned on by me. All that mattered was that she was ready to play with, and for the foreseeable future, her body belonged to my dark desires.
I gently let my fingers trace along the skin of her butt, thinking about all the little bratty provocations she had sent me online, that she had said in the bar, that she had done in the past minute. It was time for me to remind her that brats get punished.
I gave her a hard smack to start, hard enough to make a pink glow of a hand print. She let out a pleasant moan, so I gave her an equal smack on the other cheek.
I could have spent a lot more time working her over with just my hands, but I knew that eventually that would lead to sore hands for me. And she was a good enough girl to bring lots of toys. So I chose the riding crop.
For the life of me, I can’t find my riding crop. I know I have one somewhere, lost in a box in between moves. It was one of my first kinky toys, initially bought for a non-kinky reason for a halloween costume, but almost immediately repurposed to swat the butts of naughty women asking for punishment.
Using her crop, it felt good. The stinging *swack* sound that it made connecting with her body had the same sensation as a perfectly driven golf ball down the fairway. Although golf balls don’t moan like a slut when you hit them.
She adjusted to my strikes after a bit, and the moans defiantly got softer and softer. I felt it was time for one of my toys, the ping pong paddle.
The slut immediately started to mock my spanking skills, and was convinced she could handle anything that I could dish out. I put my knee into the small of her back to hold her still, and aimed for the meatiest part of her ass. The *THWACK* echoed, and she immediately melted into a pile off the bed and onto the floor.
She was cursing under her breath, mostly at herself. She was not happy being this far past her limits. I moved into an aftercare mode, making sure we didn’t cause any permanent damage. She pulled herself together with a quick, short walk around the hotel room, then signalled she was ready for more.
I put the paddle on the shelf, and instead grabbed some shackles. I bound her hands behind her back, and made her go back to cock-sucking.
Again, forcing my cock in her mouth wasn’t about making me cum. It was giving me time to think, plotting out how to toture her next. The long, thick glass dildo caught my eye.
I made her stand, then pushed her onto the bed again, forcing her legs open. My mouth and fingers went to work on her pussy, with an immediate effect. I know that I’m really, really good at eating pussy. It’s partially the fault of low self esteem decades ago – I was worried I wasn’t handsome enough, or that my cock was big enough, or that I’d be able to fuck long enough to please a woman. So I obsessively read up on cunnilingus, learning everything I could to make women melt when I went down on them.
Later I’d learn that apparently I was handsome, that my cock was longer and thicker than average, and that my endurance was unnaturally good. But I still love breaking a sub down into a quivering mess from oral play.
There’s a moment when I’m giving head, where I sync up with the woman. I can feel her heartbeat quicken, her cunt tighten, and that’s with just one finger. It’s this magic, warm, floating moment before an orgasm. For fast cummers, I only really need to bend my finger slightly to hit her g-spot and send her into bliss. For slower cummers, it takes more effort.
And if you’re trying to make a brat cum, she might loudly announce that she’s not ready to cum yet. Nope. Not yet. Not going to cum.
It was a blatant challenge, and I had more than enough weapons. I added a second finger to a gasp of, “Oh fuck.” The added girth was one thing. But when my middle finger pushed deep and my index finger stroked her g-spot, words became hard for her to speak. I could feel her reach the brink.
“Don’t you fucking dare cum,” I growled.
She whimpered. Her legs squeezed. She was trying to control herself, to be a good girl.
“Beg for it,” I said.
She whimpered again, but with a small note of defiance. I spread my two fingers inside of her cunt, and pushed a little deeper. It was only about a half inch wider and deeper, but she couldn’t handle it.
“Beg for it, you whore.”
Her response was a jumbled moan of oh-fuck-please-fuck-please-let-me-cum. It was music to my ears.
“Cum for me.”
It was almost instantaneous. Her thighs squeezed tight and she rode a wave of pleasure. Only for some reason, she thought I was going to stop working over her cunt with my hand. What a silly little brat.
“OK, you can stop now,” she said.
I ignored her.
“Stop stop stop fuck…”
“Stop is not a safeword, slut.”
I could see her face slip back into subspace. She was reminded instantly what she was, three holes for my pleasure. And my pleasure right now was breaking her.
I grabbed the glass dildo.
The dildo had two edges, one bulbous and made more for anal filling, and the other spiraled and built to fuck pussy. The pussy side was slightly thinner than my cock, but my cock is flexible and squeezable, even when hard. Glass doesn’t give.
So immediately, it filled and stretched her. She was enjoying it when I was only halfway in, but all the way in pushed her back into that subspace of a fucktoy fighting to hold on. Naturally, I pushed it as deep as I could.
It didn’t take long for her to beg me to stop. I ignore the first couple pleas. But eventually I did want to fuck her, too. So I tossed the toy aside and grabbed a condom.
The sex was mostly primal in nature. It had been over a year since I had a fucktoy that I could really be rough with. I found myself pushing my limits as hard as I could, until muscles ached and sweat beaded. It didn’t help that we were in the middle of a massive heat wave, and my AC unit was doing all it could to keep the temperature down.
I had her move on top, and she immediately started to put her feet down on the bed for a power-squat fuck move. For whatever reason, I decided I didn’t want her to fuck that way. I wanted knees on the bed with a hip grind. So I started to force her to fuck that way, and it instantly sparked another Brat vs. Dom power struggle.
And ultimately, I’m bigger, stronger, and like to get my way.
I grabbed her into a bear hug and forcibly started fucking upwards, using her like a puppet for my pleasure. I held this as long as I could, before the heat and energy sapped out of me.
In between drinks of water and quick towell-downs, I flipped her over and propped her ass upwards. My intention was to fuck her doggystyle, but looking at her ass … I changed my mind and spat on her asshole. Pushing in hard, I didn’t really care if it hurt – that was the point. Long, hard, deep strokes without lube, and she was loving every burst of pain. I did this until I nearly came, but knew that I was too dehydrated.
We needed a break to cool down and drink more. I splashed some water on my face, then got an alert from Duolingo on my phone. I had about 20 more minutes to preserve my 300-plus day streak.
So as I cooled down, I had her sit on her knees in front of me to suck my cock some more. I put in one of the trickiest spanish lessons of my life, trying to keep my vocabulary straight as she kept me hard.
With the final question answered, I gave her a few extra slaps and pulled at her hair to the bed.
With one hand around her throat, I fucked her as hard as I could. The more I squeezed her neck, the more I slapped her tits and face, the more she smiled and moaned. The pain made her pussy squeeze tight, and the moans made me want to cum.
I gave in with a low groan. And true to her brat form, she began to whine that I didn’t groan enough.
For one last bit of degradation, I pulled my condom off and drained it into her mouth, then made her lick my cock clean.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/os819r/mf_getting_to_work_out_years_of_frustration_on_a
The Duolingo bit makes this too real hahaha