A Firm Hand (Part 3 of 3) [MF][light bondage][oral][cum]

**A Firm Hand (Part 3 of 3) by A. G. Ellis**

I step forward, my tight grip around the head of my cock making it strong and firm and purple. I place the slick tip on your lower lip. The pre-cum smears over it, making it shiny.

“Open your lips,” I say, and you do, your lips making a perfect sexy O. “Show me your tongue.” You push your tongue out flat. I love the way it looks, all pink and smooth and wet.

With my cock so hard I move it around the O of your lips, making them look moist and polished. I’m not careful. Trails of my fluid are soon covering your whole mouth, little shiny strings of it dangling, smears of it climbing up your cheeks. I occasionally dip my cock in, slide it over your tongue, and you seem to get a surge of excitement from feeling it threaten to fill your mouth. But I pull back, admiring the way your saliva is making me soaked, the way your chin now dribbles from the mix of our fluids.

A Firm Hand (Part 2) – MF

**A Firm Hand (Part 2) by A. G. Ellis**

I stand and let you relax your damp naked body against me, your back against my chest. “Come with me,” I say, gripping your hand.

On shaky legs you follow me into a bedroom, and while you take a moment to breathe, I move a wooden ladder-back chair to the middle of the floor. I don’t sit you in it. Instead I urge you to kneel on it, so your knees are on the seat and your elbows across the top rail of the back. You flash an expression at me, seeking approval. You are shifting, so aroused, growing more tense with anticipation as I unbuckle my belt and walk around you. I can see your eyes fixated on my crotch, knowing you’d soon get a glimpse. But you aren’t expecting what I do next.

I pull my leather belt completely off, then I squat down to wrap it around the backs of your knees, tightening them into the stiles of the chair back. Then I loop the leather and pull your wrists down through the loops, positioning you such that your wrists and knees are secured together on opposite sides of the stiles, your ass in the air and your chest against the top rail. It is like you are tied over a log. I tug the belt until it creaks around the wood.

A Firm Hand (Part 1)

**A Firm Hand (Part 1) by A. G. Ellis**

You call me and say you want to meet. You’re horny and need release. You’re craving satisfaction. I tell you where to meet me, but I want proof how ready you are. I don’t want anything in my way. I tell you to put on a skirt or a dress, and remove your bra and your panties before you arrive, so I can feel your excitement immediately. You agree, and I can already hear the tremble in your voice.

When I first see you, you are wearing a skirt as instructed and I can tell by the hang of your shirt, by the way your nipples play on the inside of the fabric that you aren’t wearing a bra. And I can see how your nipples poke, in the way your cheeks and chest are flushed, that you have been thinking about me the whole time since our call. I watch you as I follow you in, see your bare legs, the way your skirt dances around your thighs, and I know you’ve done everything I’ve asked to get prepared.