Author: Traz_O

Lisa warns me my ass is in for a long night

A week ago Lisa had hung me from a hook and more or less savaged me, leaving bruises, hickies, bite and lash marks all over my torso, and my muscles fatigued and sore. The third day after, while I was trying to find a position in bed that wasn’t painful, she came in naked, with sad eyes. She pulled the covers back and looked at my marked body. The bruises were turning yellow in places. Her eyes were wet. 

She muttered, “Never again.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She looked me in the eyes, her face sorrowful. “I want to hold you.” A declaration that was somehow a question too.

I’ve got no defense against her sorrow. I just want to make her feel better. “Only if you hold me tight.”

She made a soft sound of relief and snuggled up to me, gently. It was good.

…

The next few days we had sweet, normal sex. The most aggressive she got was when she worked her way up my chest and sat on my face, her hands tugging my hair as she screamed in orgasm. We did all the things we had done before. It was satisfying and safe.  Read more »

Lisa stops being gentle

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.” Read more »

Lisa 8. Medical exam.

I came home and the front room was well lit. Above the couch was a framed sign that said, “Doctor’s office. Please Take a Seat Until Your Name Is Called.”

Oh Jesus. What now?

I sat on the couch. There were magazines fanned out on the coffee table. Old issues of “Better Homes and Gardens” and “Good Housekeeping.” Despite my apprehension I had to laugh. Say what you want about Lisa, she pays incredible attention to detail.

Shortly she came out of the guest bedroom. My mouth dropped open a bit. She was wearing an old-fashioned nurse’s outfit, complete with the starched cap. She was carrying a clipboard. 

She looked down at it and said, “Mr. O___? We can see you now. Come into the exam room.”

I stood and followed her into the guest bedroom. She’d removed all the prints and pushed the bed into the corner. Instead, in the middle of the room was what had to be her massage table, though I wasn’t sure because it was draped with a white sheet. There was something blue on it. Read more »

Lisa stories. She takes me on an adventure.

I’ve posted this on the gentlefemdom sub, among others, before. I’m not sure if this sort of thing is popular here. Let me know.

I came home from work coughing, which isn’t unusual, because of allergies. Lisa looked at me. “Are you sick?”

“Of course not. Just the normal.” 

“I’m going to have to take your temperature. I was able to buy a thermometer today.”

“Sure.” It sounded good to me because I was worried I’d maybe been infected. Masks had only become available a few days earlier.

“Go ahead and shower.” That was something I did every day before and after work. I didn’t want to get Lisa sick.

After I showered I came out of the bathroom naked. She was sitting on the couch and patted her lap. “Lie down here.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, sure.  Where’d you put my clothes?”

“You can dress later. First I’m going to take your temperature.” 

I laughed again. “What, you bought a rectal thermometer? Right …”

“It’s all they had. Lie over my lap.”

I looked at her, trying to get the joke. Her face was absolutely serious. “What’s going on here?” Read more »