This story isn’t for you. I want to make that clear right off the bat. This isn’t about what you want, or what you’d like to read. It’s not that I don’t know what you want. I know. I know exactly what to say to get you excited; to get you close to the edge. I know what scene to set and which details to highlight. But like I said, this isn’t about you. What matters is what I want, what I crave. This story is about what exactly I will do to you that makes my heartbeat quicken. What causes my mouth to water and that feeling deep inside me tighten. You are my toy; a prop in our playroom. You are my favorite toy, but just like a crop or plug does not have intention of its own, your usefulness is tied to how I choose to use you. And trust me, I will use you. I want to be clear about that before we start. Now, let’s begin.
Because this story is for me, it only makes sense to start with where I am before I enter the playroom. You’re inside somewhere, hopefully being a good toy, doing things a good toy does. I am not thinking about you yet. I am standing in front of the large, full-length mirror hung on the wall outside our playroom. I like how the mirror’s thick, dark-stained cherry wood frame almost matches the color of my nails. It wasn’t intentional, but I appreciate the likeness as I stand in front of it admiring myself. I am wearing my hair in a high ponytail; I know for the next few hours it’s important my hair stays out of my way. My right-hand trails down from my neck, over my collar bone, gently running my middle finger along the edge of my white tank top, right where my breasts threaten to spill over.
I know what you’re thinking. You wish my breasts were exposed; but again, this isn’t about you.
I like how you can see the outline of my nipples pressing into the shirt as it’s tightly tucked into the black leather corset. The leather begins just under my chest, extending down to my waist. The corset is tight, but instead of feeling restricted I feel powerful. The hard shell of the corset is like my body armor. I use both my hands now as I gently pull at my nipples, squeezing them between my middle fingers and thumbs. It only takes second for them to get rock hard, now fully visible through the soft white fabric. A small smile breaks across my lips as I cock my head and admire them. My hands slide down to my waist, then over my ass. My corset meets my tight, black latex pants right at my waist. They’re almost painted on my body, highlighting every curve on their way down. Two zippers, one on each side of my body, start at the top of my hips and run down the front of my thighs, over the outside of my knees, and into my high black boots. I lift one foot up and rest it on the nearby table as I finish tightening my laces. The heels are several inches tall, coming to a point that I know from practice can inflict just a little bit of pain when pressed into your back. With laces tight, I stand back up, turning slightly to the side so I can see my profile. I run fingers again over my breasts, across my stomach, and down my hips. I pause just slightly at the tops of my thighs, spreading my fingers wide and running them around to my ass. I squeeze my butt, lifting it just a little, and appreciate how it jiggles as I pull my hands away. I like how thick I am in all the places that drive you crazy. I like how my breasts almost look like they want to escape my shirt, and my ass threatens against the zippers of my pants. Satisfied with my own self-surveillance, I meet my eyes in the mirror. There’s a spark of excitement in them, of anticipation. I take one more, small inhale, leaning forward to apply a dark, deep red lipstick. I do this, in part, because I like the color. But mostly, I love leaving marks on your body. You will come away from the playroom with scratches, bite marks, red welts, and lip stains to match. I think to myself I hope you’re ready. Because I sure am. I open the heavy wooden door and slowly walk inside.
The walls are painted a deep red. Almost everything in the room is either cast-iron metal, or dark stained and glossy wood. The floor is wood, intentionally hard so you can hear the echo of my heels as I walk toward you. There are several large and ornate rugs scattered throughout the room in places where I will have you kneel or crawl.
You’re on one of the carpets now, where, and how I like. Kneeling tall, you’re facing me with your hands behind your head. Your back is to the fireplace which blazes and cracks loud enough for me to know you’ve been waiting for quite some time. I like how the low light of the room allows the fire’s shadows to dance across your completely naked body. Without breaking eye contact with you I can see how excited you are. Your hard cock points toward me, ready and waiting. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you, sucking you. You know you’re supposed to hold my eye contact, but I catch your eyes wandering down my body. I allow this for just a moment before I stop walking. You’re immediately pulled out of it and your eyes snap back to mine; you know you’ve been caught. Bad toy. I can see you visibly tense, your breath catching in your throat just a little. You’ve been punished for breaking eye contact before. I know you will enjoy your punishment this time. I’m okay with that, only because your mistake was being unable to resist me, and can I really blame you for that? I cock my head to one side, raising an eyebrow. “Not a great way to start off, is it? How should I punish my bad toy?” I ask you.
You pause for just a moment. You know to answer too quickly might make me think you’re excited. Don’t worry, the precum glistening at the end of your cock is enough of a hint that you’re far more than just excited. “However you see fit, Mistress” you answer, attempting to control the inflection in your voice.
Satisfied with your response, I turn on the toe of my boots and walk over to the wood-framed case on the nearby wall. Hinging open the glass door I survey my options. I can feel your eyes on my body as you wait patiently. Good toy. My fingers trace over the leather crop, running down the long neck of its rod. The crop’s stinging sensation is fun to watch, but not what I’m looking for right now. I move to the flogger next, with its thin leather strings. Not quite. Eventually I find what I want. Closing the case, I walk back to you. Your eyes widen as you see the long, leather covered wooden paddle in my hands.
“Position 4,” I command as I approach. You know to drop down to all fours, with your forearms on the carpet. You’ve shifted slightly so you’re alongside the fireplace now, its warmth caressing me as I walk behind you. You’ve made recent progress on Position 4 lately. You know to keep your hips high, pelvis titled down to give me full access to not only your ass, but your cock as well. I lean down to give your ass two small pats with my right hand to show my appreciation. You instinctively press back just a little at my touch, like a cat arching its back wanting more. This reflex of yours sends a warm rush up from between my thighs to my breasts. I can’t help myself as I kneel to place hands on either side of your ass, pressing your backside into me. You let out a soft moan at this, but quickly stop yourself from any further noise or movement. I buck just a little, pulling you tight to me as I lean over your back. I let my chest press onto your back as I reach around and grab your cock. With you in my right hand I use my left to grab a fistful of your hair. Gently pulling your head back I ask softly, “Do you know why I have to spank you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” you reply quietly.
Letting go of your hair I stand again, spreading my feet slightly wider than hip width so I’m ready to start with the paddle. I place its wide, leather side to your ass so you know when I pull back to begin. Shifting my weight slightly I keep my arms straight, generating power from my hips as I begin slowly spanking you with the paddle. Thud. The blow lands square across your ass, causing your cock and balls to shudder. Thud. I’m not using enough force to cause you to lose your balance, but enough to bring redness to your skin. Thud. My rhythm is slow but begins to build. Your body moves slightly with my rhythm, following my pace. Thud. I use a bit more force now. I can tell you notice because you exhale just slightly louder. Thud. Thud. Thud. Your ass is almost as red as the walls now. Your forehead is resting on the carpet. Your high hips beckon me to continue, but I stop. Your hips press back, unexpectedly meeting nothing but air. You stop yourself, realizing you began to lose yourself to my cadence.
“Stand. Face the fire with your hands on the mantle.” I say. You do as commanded, reacting a little quicker than before you were spanked. Good. Your reaction time shows me you’re beginning to give me control. Not physical control, I had that before I walked in the room. You’re beginning to give me control of your headspace.
With your palms splayed on the fireplace mantle you face away from me. I stand behind you and once again press myself to the length of you. My breasts push into your back, your ass right in line with my crotch; another advantage of my heels, it closes our height difference just a little. Again, you push back into me just slightly, forming yourself to my body. I begin kissing you, planting my lips softly down your spine. My tongue swirls around the two dimples where your lower back meets your butt. My trail of red, lipstick stained kisses runs down your back, across the right side of your ass, down to where your ass-cheek meets the top of your hamstring.
Standing back up I turn away from you as you still face the fire. I walk around the room for a few seconds, collecting myself. I enjoyed spanking you. I liked the rhythm of the paddle hitting you, and how your cock shuddered with each strike. I wipe my brow and settle my breath before turning back to you. My nipples are hard and my breasts ache to be touched. I’ve only been in the room for a few minutes, but my panties are already soaked.
“Turn around. Get back on your knees.” I keep my voice steady. You comply immediately. Walking close to you I notice the veins in your cock throb. I’m near you now, my breasts just inches from your face. Using both hands I slip my pointer fingers under the top edge of my tank top, slowly tugging down my shirt. Your eyes widen as you watch me continue to stretch the edge of my shirt over the fullness of my breasts, pausing just slightly at the first sign of my nipples. At my hesitation your eyes meet mine and I can tell you’re wondering what you did to deserve this. “You’re going to show me how bad you want me to fuck you, using only your mouth.” I finish pulling both breasts out of my shirt, just as you lick your lips.
“Put your hands on my waist,” you do so, squeezing me slightly as you touch me. “Don’t stop until I tell you to do so.” My left hand is behind your head, fingers wrapped in your hair. My other hand is cupping my right breast, lifting it slightly as I pull you by the hair toward me. Your mouth opens and your tongue immediately finds my nipple. Your eyes flutter closed as you begin to suck and swirl your tongue. A soft moan escapes my mouth and my head drops back slightly. Your hands on my waist tighten and loosen with the rhythm of your mouth. I can tell you’re working hard for me. Every now and then I pull your mouth away from my breast and switch sides. You eagerly pick up right where you left off. My entire body is on fire, and each time your teeth gently graze over my nipples I get closer to the edge. I want you inside me. Your hard cock occasionally presses to my thigh, reminding me that you too want that. I’m getting close now, not bothering to hold back my pleasure. I control your orgasm, never my own. Your hands grab me, slightly lower now as they find my ass. Using your hands, you pull me further into your mouth just as I allow myself to tip over the edge. I grasp on to your shoulders to steady myself while my body finishes writhing. “Stop.” The command is breathy and quiet, but you listen anyway.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q8x3oz/my_most_favorite_toy_part_1