I came home from work. Lisa was sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine. She patted the cushion next to her. “Sit down, baby.”
Ok, shit. Lisa’s been seriously expanding our bedroom boundaries. It has resulted in the most incredible sex of my life. And the most painful. Every time I realised that she had a new idea, I felt conflicting emotions of arousal and fear. She clearly had a new idea.
I walked to the couch. “Jesus.What are we doing now?”
“Sit here.” She patted the cushion again. “Have some wine.”
I picked up my glass and downed it all at once. “I need more.” She smiled and refilled the glass.
“Here baby.”
I downed that one too. “What do I do now?”
“Go to the bathroom. Use the toilet if you need to. Shower.”
I did what she said. I put on boxer briefs before coming out, and looking at me she smiled. “Just how I want you. Sit here.” I did.
“Oh, Lisa. What are we doing now?”
She cupped my cheek.”I want to try being less gentle.”
In the last few weeks she had spanked me to tears, roleplayed a rough rape, and opened me with a speculum so she could put a colon snake 3 feet up my ass.
“Of course you do. What do you want me to do?”
She pointed to the ceiling where I saw a fairly large hook attached in the center of the room. I wasn’t sure it was attached to anything strong, and asked her, “Who put that there?”
“Marcie. She’s so butch. She has a stud finder and power tools.” She looked at me. “I already found my stud.”
I looked around in alarm. “Wait, is she here?” Marcie scares me.
“Not tonight, stud.”
“You’re just sucking up so I let you have your way with me.”
“Well, yeah. But you’d let me anyway.”
I sighed. “That’s true.”
“You’re acting like you’re going to hate it.”
“I’m going to hate it. And it’s going to still be wonderful.”
She laughed with delight. “Turn your head.” She put a blindfold on me and stood me up, walking me to the center of the room. “Stand here and wait.”
I stood there. She left the room and returned shortly. I heard her pull the coffee table nearer and place something on it. Maybe a bag. Then she pulled up a chair and sat down before me. “Put your hands out.”
I put my hands forward and she cuffed them with large soft cuffs. Later I saw them. They were made of 3 inch wide leather straps lined with cotton on the inside. She raised my hands over my head and hooked them into something. I heard a ratcheting sound and my arms were pulled up until I was nearly on my toes.
She walked behind me and put a large strap around my back. it crossed my armpits and my chest. The ratcheting sound, again, and I was lifted up.
“Wait. What’s that?” I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold.
“In case your legs give out. I don’t want all your weight hanging from your wrists.”
“Wait. What are you going to do to me?”
“This.” She shoved fingers into my mouth, opening me up, grabbing the back of my head by the hair and kissing me hard, her tongue penetrating my throat. An intimate violation.
Leaving my mouth, she kept my head pulled back and started sucking hard on my neck. “Wait, that’s going to show in public.” I was nearly panicking. She was being so rough.
“So I’ll put makeup on it.” She nibbled my torso. Sucking and biting. I tried to pull away but I couldn’t really move.
She started spinning me around, biting me front and back. Each spin raised me, so that I wound up standing on my toes. I tried to protect myself, my skin and body, but I was helpless, with no defense against her punishment. She rammed fingers into my ass and deep throated me with her tongue. She was scratching down my body. Biting and sucking me, leaving hickies.
This went on for some time. She picked up a flogger from somewhere, and began whipping me. She’d start with my front and then spin me around and flog my back from my shoulders to my thighs. The individual strokes weren’t too painful, but the pain kept building. I was trying to flinch away, but eventually I gave up. I hung there, limp, submissive, and helpless.
She noticed my complete surrender. “Sweet baby.” She gently ran her hands down my torso.
Spinning me again she spread my cheeks open. “I love your ass.” She was wearing a large dildo. My ass was already lubed from her fingers. She fucked me hard. I was too weak to squirm away.
Reaching around she grabbed my penis, which was not hard. Too much pain and fear. She entered me roughly and began thrusting in and out, really hard. At the same time she was working her hand on my penis. She got me hard. She’s really good at timing. We came together.
I was hanging from the straps. She was still in my behind. I had no strength left. I couldn’t even stand. I was just hanging from her straps.
“I’m gonna let you down, baby.”
I couldn’t even speak. Summoning great effort, I said, “I don’t think I can stand up.”
“That’s ok. I’ll put you on the couch.” She lowered me and then pushed me to the side. I had no strength to lie down so I had to rely on hers.
She let me down gently and pushed me onto the sofa. I was totally limp. She had to guide me to sit down. She pulled my head into her naked chest and supported me there.
“I’m not sure I can do that again, baby.” I was feeling very weak and powerless against her
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Why don’t we see how you feel later?”
When I could walk she took me into the bedroom. I needed her support to walk. I had to sleep on my side because I was sore, front and back. She hugged me to sleep.
God. I love her so much.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghglc4/lisa_stops_being_gentle
Very good …