Author: Any_Box_464

Camp Part 2

# Camp Part 2

Exhausted from our first round at camp you must have fallen asleep. You awaken to the sound of voices in the kitchen. You get up and grab my t-shirt. Throwing it over your head. You feel contempt from sex, but still feel naughty and sexy so you don’t put on your bra or panties. You venture out into the kitchen to find out who the voices could be.

I’m talking to one of our friends, Nicholas. You know, the tall, dark and handsome one. The one you always find so attractive. The one you mildly flirt with in front of me but secretly, he makes you wet. The one who wore gray sweatpants and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Yes, that Nicholas.

You instantly begin to sway your hips as you saunter into the room. You are thankful you didn’t wear underwear as your nipples come to attention at the sight of him. You can feel the wetness between your legs, a combination of my seed dripping out of you and your juices flowing from the sight of this man. He turns to look as you enter the room. Desire spreads across his face. You smile at him, batting your eyes a little, loving the attention. Read more »

Camp Part 1

# Camp Part 1

I’ve been driving for a while when we finally pull into camp. I turn off the truck and turn to look at you. You sit quietly, waiting for my commands. I say, “I planned a lot for us this weekend. Your safe word is “purple.” If anything becomes uncomfortable or too much to bear, use the safe word. I will stop. If you don’t use the safe word then I expect you to do exactly as I say.” A full body shiver works its way over your skin and settles in your pussy. You nod with understanding. Your mouth is too dry to speak. “Now go inside, to the bedroom. Take off all of your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”

I hand you the keys and say, “I will bring in our bags and meet you inside. Our weekend starts now.” You walk to the camp, unlock the door and go inside. You place the keys on the counter and walk straight to the bedroom. You stand next to the bed with your hands by your side, rubbing your thighs as you try to build up the courage to do as you’ve been told. Your body tingles from head to toe. Your pussy hums as warm vibrations are swirling between your legs. The anticipation is nearly sending you over the edge. Read more »

Master

I told you not to play with your pussy today, but you didn’t listen. You spent the day rubbing your clit thinking about my cock being deep inside you. You had orgasm after orgasm until you finally had to take a nap. Exhausted from your efforts. I come from work and find you sleeping, naked and your pussy all red. You did not obey me and now you will be punished and re-trained.

I grab you by the wrist and startle you out of your slumber. You aren’t fully awake as I begin to drag you out of bed. You almost cry out and a whimper escapes your lips. I’m not hurting you physically but your pride is being shamed as it dawns on you why I am so furious. Your other hand reaches up trying to pry my hand of you. You squirm and kick lightly as you are dragged from the bed and onto the floor.

You whimper, “No, please don’t. I will go without you dragging me.” I reply in a solemn tone, “You are mine. You will do what I say, when I say. I am your Master and you should have done as you were told.” You reply, “I couldn’t help it. I needed it. You made me this way.” Read more »

Loss of Control

I’ve been working all day and I’m tired. I come home to find you sitting in the comfortable, high-backed chair, in the living room. You’re reading another romance novel. You’re sitting there in just a t-shirt and panties. I wonder if you have gotten to the “good part” of the story yet and if you are turned on. Are you wet and waiting for my touch, or so engrossed in the novel that you don’t notice the desire my eyes?

There is only a small lamp in the room. It sits on the end table next to you, casting a shadow across your face and hair. The sight of your bare legs makes my cock swell inside my jeans. You glance up at me. There is a knowing look upon your face. I begin to speak and you look down at your book, cutting me off without speaking. Read more »