The good slut – Part 2 [MF] [BDSM]

Part 1 can be found in my post history.

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I reach beneath you, one finger rolling around your nipple, the other hand rubbing your clit.

“Good idea slut. Good sluts get rewarded”

You’re already moaning from pleasure.

I stop after a few seconds and get the bright red tape.

“Stand facing the wall. Hands behind your back”

You do and I start wrapping it around your head, covering your eyes. I move to your wrists placing your hands back to back before taping them together. I move you over to the couch and push you face down onto it. I grab your ankles, lifting them into the air a little to help with access before taping them together also.

I pull your head up by your pony tail.

“There you go slut. Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir”

I pull you backwards so you’re kneeling on the couch, head buried in the cushions. I start rubbing your dripping wet pussy furiously. You can’t contain your sounds and start bucking backwards against my hand. I slide a finger in hard and fast, continuing to rub your clit at the same time. My whole hand making contact with your tight, juicy fuck hole in some way.

The good slut – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.

You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.

In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this.

The good slut – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.

You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.

In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this.

The Dream [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was already building. Small touches, knowing glances. It was as if it was all a dream.

You were on your knees in front of the wood fire, admiring your handy work and basking in how proud you were of yourself for getting it lit it perfectly the first time. You look up at me and see me looking proudly down at you. I bend and place a finger under your chin, lifting gently. You take the hint and stand in front of me, still staring into my eyes.

My hand traces down your left arm to your wrist, gripping lightly. My other hand grabs your right wrist and I lean against you pushing you backwards against the closed door to your room. Before you can even register what is happening you feel our lips meeting and the passion takes you over, kissing me back deeply. You break the kiss and whisper into my ear all the confirmation I needed – “Thank you….Sir”

The Dream [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was already building. Small touches, knowing glances. It was as if it was all a dream.

You were on your knees in front of the wood fire, admiring your handy work and basking in how proud you were of yourself for getting it lit it perfectly the first time. You look up at me and see me looking proudly down at you. I bend and place a finger under your chin, lifting gently. You take the hint and stand in front of me, still staring into my eyes.

My hand traces down your left arm to your wrist, gripping lightly. My other hand grabs your right wrist and I lean against you pushing you backwards against the closed door to your room. Before you can even register what is happening you feel our lips meeting and the passion takes you over, kissing me back deeply. You break the kiss and whisper into my ear all the confirmation I needed – “Thank you….Sir”