This city makes me feel small, yet powerful. The skyscrapers loom over my head in ominous silence and yet, with my heels clicking decisively on the sidewalk, I feel like I own all this massive real estate and I make the rules. The dinner was exquisite, mostly due to the attentive and obedient boy with me. His behavior immaculate, his dress impressive, his scent intoxicating, I’m now in quite the dilemma. There is nothing to punish him for, no mishap to correct. Instead I have to come up with a different idea of how to spend the evening. But the sense of power coursing through me leaves me calm and collected. He’s mine to toy with however I please, even if it is pleasure, because he’s given himself to me for this night.
The thoughts of mutual pleasure paint a smile on my face and I look at him to see if his face is reflecting the same satisfaction. He is focused on our surroundings, watching for potential danger and accidents. His concentration momentarily broken by my gaze, he smiles at me, a quick yet genuinely happy expression. I return to my thoughts of pleasure and settle into his arm. He knows where we’re going and he’ll get us there in one piece, of that I have no doubt. Therefore, I have the rest of our walk to make my plans.
Author: missbettie2000
Flowers and Cum
We are in a dungeon, nondescript and unimportant, but a dungeon nonetheless. You are secured to a bondage frame: wrists by cuffs and clips to the top, ankles by rope to the sides. You cannot lower your arms nor can you put your legs together. You are naked except for the ink that decorates your body. I am wearing a short skirt and a bra, my spike heels and waist cincher corset left on the floor out of reach.
I have already warmed your back up with impact and used sensation play to sensitize your chest. You are breathing a little heavier but are not completely winded as of yet. I move behind you again and proceed to hit you with a cane, leaving red stripes across your back. With each strike there is a sharp intake of breath and a moment to settle. Ten strikes, each one calculated and deliberate, and then I move on to a dragontail. When I am finished with the dragontail, you have welts to compliment the cane strikes, so that you look as though you’re decorated with the stems of flowers, leaves along the lengths, with no heads.
The Arrangement
They had an arrangement, an agreement. She was only allowed to cum when he gave permission, but that was not as often as she liked. They didn’t live together so there was many a night when she slept alone, wanting his touch. So he agreed to give her a certain amount each week she could have by herself. He had been generous, giving her more than she could make in a week, even the horny ones.
This particular week she was on a little bit of a restriction. She had forgotten to ask on her specified night for her allotted orgasms for the week and so she was docked a few, given 5 for the week. She was good for the first part of the week, only having 3 by Friday. But Saturday caught her off guard and she used her last two during the day, leaving none for that evening.
The thought of begging for more was excruciating, she hated to beg. But she asked anyway, deciding to take the hit if needed. He granted 2 more after getting a rather creative reason as to why she should have more; she was thinking of him and got carried away, all too true for her. That was one for Saturday night and one more for Sunday.
The Arrangement
The Arrangement
They had an arrangement, an agreement. She was only allowed to cum when he gave permission, but that was not as often as she liked. They didn’t live together so there was many a night when she slept alone, wanting his touch. So he agreed to give her a certain amount each week she could have by herself. He had been generous, giving her more than she could make in a week, even the horny ones.
This particular week she was on a little bit of a restriction. She had forgotten to ask on her specified night for her allotted orgasms for the week and so she was docked a few, given 5 for the week. She was good for the first part of the week, only having 3 by Friday. But Saturday caught her off guard and she used her last two during the day, leaving none for that evening.
The thought of begging for more was excruciating, she hated to beg. But she asked anyway, deciding to take the hit if needed. He granted 2 more after getting a rather creative reason as to why she should have more; she was thinking of him and got carried away, all too true for her. That was one for Saturday night and one more for Sunday.