I’m rearranging and checking the tools on the bed for the 13th time when I hear a knock on the hotel room door. It’s not that I’m nervous. I want everything to go perfectly this afternoon. I’ve got such plans for you, and to be frank you’ve earned all of this. The pleasure and the pain. I finish fiddling with the toys and check myself in the mirror, smoothing down my tie, making sure my shirt is tucked in and my hair is under control. I open the door to see you standing there looking nervous but gorgeous in your black dress with the flower prints. Around your neck is a delicate red ribbon with a small ruby heart pendant on it. To most who see it it’s a sweet piece of jewellery. To us it’s a symbol of our relationship. You are my submissive who wears the badge of ownership of her Dom openly for all to see.
When our eyes meet I see a flicker of excitement and desire flash through the nervousness. Without a word I step aside and gesture for you to step through the door into the room. Your eyes go wide as you see the arrangement on the bed. Making sure the door is locked, I follow you into the room, giving you a moment to take in the potential of what I might have planned, before reaching down for a silk scarf. You look at me with those beautiful eyes one last time as I wrap the scarf over you as a blindfold. The silk is delicate and smooth but the knot is firm and tight. I let your world fall into darkness and suspense. You’re blind and beautiful and utterly helpless.
You startle slightly at the sensation of my lips upon, but you soon relax into the kiss. I pull you closer to me. First with one hand gently at the back of your neck, then the other at the small of your back, pulling your body tight to mine. The passion in our kissing intensifies. It takes an effort to pull away from you, but as I say, I have plans for you. I place my hands on your shoulders and firmly hold you in place as I step back. For a moment you’re blind and vulnerable again. I take another moment to enjoy the view of you in that dress. It is lovely. Too lovely to be harmed by what’s about to happen. I reach out and pull the synch around your waist. The knot pulls loose after a tug, and your dress falls open at the front. You shiver slightly at the touch of my hands on your shoulders again, this time pulling your dress off. Again I enjoy the view of your sublime body in your matching black lingerie, taking my time as I fold your dress neatly and place it on the small desk.
You hear a muffled clinking sound, metal on metal, as I reach for the first of my toys on the bed. I tell you to place your hands out in front of you which you do immediately. Such obedience. I’d love it if it wasn’t for the fact your lack of obedience is why we’re in this scene now. The soft leather is cold against your skin as I fasten the handcuffs around your wrists. You hear more sounds of metal chains, rubbing against itself and another piece of metal, this one overhead. Then your arms are being pulled up above you. You realise your chained in place. Stuck in the middle of the room. Blindfolded and literally unable to defend yourself.
“It’s a shame you had to be such a teasing brat.” you hear me say, “Sending me teasing pictures when I’m at work. Distracting me with dirty messages. I had such sweet plans for this scene too. But you had to be a brat.” I pick up a pretty feather from the bed, and begin tracing delicate lines up and down the vulnerable skin of your stomach. The lack of sight amplifies the sensation through your body. “It’s not the feather’s fault it won’t get used properly,” I say, tracing a line over your breasts and up your neck, enjoying hearing you gasp, “It deserves to be used as it should be. It is innocent. Unlike another in this room.” I place the feather on the desk and reach for a small phial of oil. I remove the lid and hold it under your nose. The scent is as gorgeous as it is intoxicating. You can smell lavender, rosemary, chamomile, and calendula amongst others. “I was going to treat you like my perfect princess, bathe you and cover you in this oil as a treat. But you had to be a brat.”
I let the words hang in the air for a long tense moment.Start to walk around you, and can see you’re listening to my movements and trying to comprehend what is going on. Then a sharp pain explodes across your ass cheek as I spank you. A redness appears on your supple skin after a moment in the shape of my hand. I love leaving little marks of ownership on you like this. Your whimpering pulls me out of my momentary reverie. I spank you again, this time on the other cheek. You let out a moan filled with both pain and frustration. Your panties are hindering my efforts though, so I place my hands on your sides and run them gently down to your hips. I hook my thumbs under the elastic and give them a sharp aggressive pull down. The force is unexpected and you gasp as they are removed from you. Blindly you try to step out of them, but I tell you to leave them wrapped around your ankles and shoes.. Then I spank you again. And again. Now I truly begin my punishment. I start spanking you hard and rhythmically, a constant slapping sound ringing in the room as your ass becomes an intense source of pain, heat, and confused sensations spreading through your body.
You usually love a bit of spanking, but after a minute of repeated spanks, you begin to shy away from the spanking.but you can’t escape. You try to twist away and turn from my hands. But no matter where you blindly move more slaps and spanks come down. My hands begin to sore, almost as red as your ass, my breathing increased from the effort. Regardless, my brat needs to be reminded of her place. Eventually you stop fighting and accept your punishment. Moaning and mewling with each spank you fight to control the pain, the effort visible through your blindfold.
Suddenly it stops. You’re as thankful as you are confused by the sudden absence as you try to regain your composure. I stand up tall over you and watch you with no small amount of pride as you regain your senses. Your arms are tired and your ass looks raw and sore. Yet you stand up straight like a good girl who accepts her punishment and it makes me happy to have you as my sub. But I’m not done with your punishment.
You gasp with shock as a drop of cold liquid hits the sensitive skin of your ass. Then another, and another. I pour a few more drops of the oil into my hands and rub them together to warm them up, before rubbing the drops of scented oil into your skin. You relax as I work it in, soothing the tenderness. My hands feel rough but caress you with care and gentleness. After a minute or two of massaging your butt, my fingers begin to find their between your ass cheeks. Slowly but deliberately I start to tease your asshole. My fingers trace delicate circles around your ass, sliding over it and back, teasingly probing with a fingertip before circling again. I can tell you’re enjoying the pleasure so much more than the spanking. Your whole body relaxes as I play with you, arching your back and pushing your hips back to give me better access, inviting me in. I drip more oil onto your ass and lube it more deliberately now, preparing it.
You gasp again with the shock of cold when the metal plug touches your ass. The sensation makes you tense so I give you a moment to relax before I start pushing it in. Slowly widening your ass before pulling back, I give you time to let the plug into your ass. Every thrust slightly slower and deeper than the last. The sensation of fullness competes with a stinging pain, practically pleasurable compared to the spanking of before. Each thrust fills your ass and brings you closer to the notch, but I never let you take it fully. I start slowly fucking your ass with the toy, streching you open around it and then withdrawing, making you resent it’s absense. You want the toy and you want more. You want to be filled properly. Like a good sub deserves. But you haven’t been a good sub have you? I can see the tension across your body. Your muscles quiver with anticipation and frustration. Your pussy is slick with wetness. You need more. This is at the tipping point of what you desire and what you require. You need the plug in your ass and my cock inside your pussy, filling it with thick hot cum. God the teasing is too much. Then it’s in, and the ruby jewelled flange sits perfectly between your perfect ass cheeks.
“That’s my good girl” I tell you as I run my hands over your hips. I reach up and release your hands from the chain holding them up. Immediately the ache in your shoulders subsides as I take your cuffed wrists and place your hands firmly on the bed, bending you forward at the hips. I admire the view before me as I undo my fly and belt, reaching into my boxer shorts to finally free the aching bulge underneath. My cock has been hard as a rock since you walked in the room and it’s finally time to relieve that tension with my favourite fuck toy. I can’t help but spank your ass again in that position as I look you over.
“Are you still a brat? Or are you going to behave for Sir now?” You nod your ascent to me, silently begging me to fuck you. “Do you want to be my good girl?” I ask, already sure of the answer as I slip my cockring on, and activate the vibrator. You nod vigorously as you hear the familiar sound of the vibrator, knowing what’s coming next. I stroke the head of my cock up and down your pussy, soaking it in your wetness and relishing that sublime moment before I push myself deep inside you. After all the build up and teasing I almost slide completely inside you, filling and stretching you. You can’t help but let out a moan of lust and satisfaction as I begin to fuck you from behind, deep and slow, the cock ring vibrating against your clit. It’s almost too much. As I begin to fuck you faster you breathing quickens. You’re close to cumming for me. Your muscles are tensing and you push back on my cock with more urgency.
So I stop. I don’t want that yet, I want my brat to earn her orgasms. I pull my cock out of you and switch the cock ring off. I stand you up and make you face me, still blinded. I undo the wrist cuffs and make you turn and face the bed. I undo your bra and let it drop to the floor. Grabbing the oil once again, I massage your breasts from behind, slowly working my way towards your nipples. Between this and the orgam denial, it’s almost painful being teased like this. But you hold on to the bitterness as I grab your body like my plaything. When I’m satisfied you’re going to accept your punishment and behave, I take the wrist cuffs again and refasten them behind your back.
“Good girls get to cum for me. Brats get fucked and used” I tell you, before shoving you onto the bed hard, and holding your head down onto the pillows. I push you onto your stomach and spread your legs wide. A muffled squeal forces its way out of your mouth as I bury my cock inside your pussy. I run my hands over your back and down to your hips, gripping them tight. Then I start fucking you. Hard and raw. I’ve been fantasising about this for weeks now. I need to fuck you, use your tight little pussy. I need to fuck you hard and rough so you remember to be less of a brat, but also fuck you to take out all my anger and frustration on you. Hate fuck your pussy until you cum so many times you can’t take any more. I want to fuck you until we’re covered in sweat and breathing hard. Until your pussy is too sore and my cock is empty of cum. I need this. I need you.
It doesn’t take long before I realise you’re on the edge of cumming again. Your hands dig into the bed gripping tight as you instinctively push your hips back to meet my thrusts, forcing my cock deep inside you with every rapid thrust. I can tell your close, chasing your orgasm after so much teasing. But I told you, I’m not ready for you to cum yet.
I pull my cock out of you and you almost howl in frustration. Your lust is almost overwhelming and you need to cum. Now. But I know what my bratty little sub needs. I readjust my cock ring and switch it back on, before flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs over my shoulders. At least I remove the blindfold from your eyes and pull it down to your mouth, gagging you with it. I look I to your eyes and see a feral woman staring back, smouldering with lust and urgency. Teasingly I rubbing the vibrating head of my cock against your swollen wet clit, making the fire in your eyes swell.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask you, and you nod your assent, aching to feel me inside you again. “Are you a naughty brat?” You shake your head, desperate for my cock. “Are you going to cum for me?” I ask, and you nod your head like an obedient submissive sex doll. “Good, now cum for me like a good little whore.”
I start fucking you again but now I’m chasing my own orgasm. I want to fuck you like you need to be fucked, but I also want to use your pussy for my own pleasure. “Cum for me my little slut” I tell you as I grab your tits, roughly feeling and using your body to satisfy my own carnal lusts. As you begin to cum for me, I wrap my hands around your neck, squeezing the blood vessels tight just as you convulse and scream in ecstacy. Your whole body shakes as your orgasm finally overtakes you, eyes rolling back. Your pussy squeezes my cock tight and it finally sends me over the edge. I thrust into you over and over as my cock swells and explodes inside you, filling you finally with a heavy load of my cum.
It’s a long moment as we breathe hard in our shared raptures, lost in a shared orgasmic delight. I just about manage to fall onto the bed beside you, and you crawl up next to me, placing your head on my chest. Kissing your forehead gently, I wrap you up tight in my arms and begin stroking your hair. You take a moment to shake and quiver, coming down and out of your sub-space, and back to reality.
“There’s my sweetheart.” I whisper to you as you slowly relax. “There’s my good girl” I repeat as we fall into a slumber entwined.
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