So a bit of backstory: about a month ago my partner and I decided to see what it would be like to try out a “part-time” bdsm relationship. She filled out a questionnaire, telling me what she was, and definitely was not, into. I wrote up a little contract and we’ve done a “scene” once each week. It’s been alot of fun for both of us. Anyway, last night was one of these scenes. Pretty much everything happened just as it was written, with a couple minor interruptions that were left out for the reader’s sake.
To begin a scene she has a short routine that she does before it starts -takes a quick shower, undresses and if I have anything I want her to wear, I put it at the end of the bed. Normally I don’t leave anything for her, but last night I set out a pair of fishnet stockings, the kind with the big holes in them. After she got them on, she sat at the end of the bed and gave me my cue: “I’m ready for you, Sir.”
At that, I went to see her. The stockings looked incredible on her. I ran my fingers over them, feeling the strings tug and spring back into place. I could tell she liked them too. We shared a few kisses before I had her spread her legs – I love hearing her moan while I eat her pussy. The string of the stockings pressed onto her tightly, and I plucked at them with my tongue like a guitar. She was good and wet now. It was time to move on to the main event.
I led her into the next room, where she was instructed to get on all fours on top of an ottoman. Her ass looked breathtaking in the stockings. I put a wedge sex pillow under her, between her legs and slid the hitachi wand into the top sleeve, positioning it so that it brushed against her pussy. She let out an anticipatory moan. I clicked it on low and delighted to watch her squirm her ass around as she grinded against the toy.
While she was busy pleasuring herself, I reached into my bag and pulled out her collar, leather, with a simple black and red checkerboard design. I attached a short rope to the eye on the back of the collar and let the ends dangle down her backside. “Do you know what that is for?” I asked casually.
“No sir,” she replied. I smirked as I pulled another instrument from the bag while I walked behind her. I loved her ass. Everything about it. Its size, its shape, the sound it makes when it gets a good *smack.* I rubbed her ass with my palm for a bit, getting it warmed up before dropping a nice dollop of lube on her crack, smiling as she moaned at what was to come next. The lube slowly trickled down until it settled into its new found home. I gently pushed it inside her ass first with one, then a second finger. Her moans let me know she was turned on, as I proceeded to slowly fuck her ass with my fingers, getting her opened up for what was to come.
I pulled them out, only to replace them shortly thereafter with the main event of the evening, a metal hook, with a medium sized plug at the end. After a little adjusting and some more lube, the bulbous end went in snugly, followed by her quick gasp and subsequent moan. “Look up,” I directed. She followed my instructions. I attached the other ends of the rope through the eye of the hook, keeping the tension nice and tight. After I let go, she quickly understood how the device functioned. Every subtle move of her body would pull at the rope, and thus, the toy inside her ass. I enjoyed watching as she tested out her predicament.
“Now,” I began, “are you ready for your punishment?” You see, as part of our contract, one of her requirements was to send me at least one sext or naughty picture each week, and a full week had gone by with no such thing. We had discussed it, and she agreed that she did indeed need to be punished.
“Yes Sir,” she let out, still in the midst of enjoying the sensations brought on by the wand and hook.
“I hoped you would say that.” I picked up a large dry erase board and placed it upright in front of her, leaning against the wall. “So, since you seem so to be so forgetful, I am going to try and help you remember. How’s that sound?”
“Good Sir.” I could hear the confusion and a bit of hesitation in her voice. It was just what I wanted.
“Good.” I handed her the marker as I continued. “You are going to write ten things on this board that you could send Sir that you think will make him happy. And for each word that I can’t read..” I pulled the paddle out of my bag and ran it across her ass. “.. you are going to get a spank, understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied as she pulled the cap off to begin to write.
I grab her by the wrist before she can get anything written. “Ah, ah! Not so fast! You didn’t think I was going to make it that easy did you?” I said as I slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She whimpered softly, realizing that the task had just gotten considerably more difficult. “Now, you may begin.”
She wrote the first line surprisingly well. *I love your cock.* She paused and asked if it was acceptable. “I’ll let you know after you’ve finished all of them.” I liked the idea of her having no idea how many mistakes she was making. She continued on, writing the second line. *I can’t wait to have you in my mouth.* Again, written flawlessly. I frowned slightly, a bit disappointed that she was doing so well. I decided to increase the difficulty yet again.
As she began to write the third line, I got behind her, positioning my cock at her wet sex. She moaned as I entered her, but still maintained legible writing. I pulled back out and as she was beginning her next word, I *thrust* into her with some degree of force, eliciting a delightful moan as her body pushed forward. She continued trying to write, and I could see that this plan was going to work, a large scribble written on the board. I grinned broadly as I continued fucking her in this way, attempting to time my more vigorous thrusts in the middle of a word. She caught on of course, attempting to wait to write in between thrusts. “If you want to continue to be fucked, you will continue to write.”
“Yes Sir!” she exclaimed as she commenced writing her lines. I pounded into her. I looked down to see the perfect view of her stockinged ass, hooked to her collar, and her creamy white fluids coating the base of my cock. I had to take a short breather, as this wasn’t to be the end just yet. I pulled out, and walked around to see her progress. The board was a *glorious* mess now.
“You’re doing great!” I said with a smile.
“Thank you Sir,” she replied, likely unsure of how genuine I was being.
“What number are you on?” I asked, curiously.
She paused for a moment. “Seven, I believe, Sir? Is that correct?” She had finished eight. But who was I to deny her an extra line.
“Very good! Only three more to go.” I moved back behind her and resumed the fucking, making sure to really give it to her at the end. At last, I see her lower the marker.
“I’m finished Sir.”
I slid out of her and walked around to the front of the ottoman, grinning as I looked at the board. “Oh, I think you are just getting started.”
Part 2 coming soon!
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