You walk through the threshold with flowers in hand and puppy dog eyes. I immediately tell you to strip and get on your knees. It’s been a while. I’m aware of how vulnerable you feel when you’re completely exposed in front of someone you desperately want to impress. I make you follow me to the couch. I sit down and notice a trail of precum from the door to me. This is almost too easy! I reach down and wipe it off onto my finger. I make you inspect it and tell you to open your mouth. You seductively suck it off while maintaining eye contact searching for an ounce of validation. I give you a little smirk and that was all the positive reinforcement you needed. I haven’t seen you since the night you fucked up. I reach over your shoulder and run my fingers down your back. I raise my arm and you flinch from anticipation. I spank you hard and your flesh reddens and raises in the shape of my hand. The sight of the handprint makes me crave more. I spank again and again until I lose count. I yell “maybe if you’d stop fucking up, I wouldn’t have to keep teaching you a lesson.” You respond “I’m sorry, Mommy,” but I hate apologies so I spank you harder. “I promise I’ll learn, Mommy, I don’t like disappointing you.” “I taught you better than this.” Clearly you’ve had bad influences and I think the only solution is high protocol training, but that’s for another time. Tonight is about reminding you how much of fuck up you are. I notice your cock is dripping and you only seem get harder the more I hurt you. I continue spanking you. I admire my work for a second, then give you a few more spanks. I tell you to stand up and sit down in the chair. I tie you to the chair and place a vibrator right under you. I remind you, “What do you good boys get?” You respond, “rewarded.” “That’s right. And what do bad boys gets?” “Punished,” you reply. I gag you because I don’t want to hear another word come out of your mouth unless they’re muffled screams. I leave the room and I know you’re confused and scared and turned on. Left alone with your thoughts and dripping cock. I hear you squirming and moaning from the vibrator and you become quiet as I enter the room with a tripod, dildo, and lube in hand. You’re assessing my every move. Curious what’s about to happen next. I stick the dildo on the coffee table and the tripod across from it. I place my phone in the tripod and open the camera app. Your eyes get bigger as you see yourself staring back at you. I start to undress myself and that turns you on so much you remember there’s a vibrator massaging you. You let out a relieving moan. I bend down and pump some lube on my hands. I’m sure you’re hoping it’s for you, but instead I start stroking the dildo. You already know what’s about to happen. I spread my legs and start touching myself. I rub the remaining lube on my pussy… not like I need it from how wet I’ve gotten. Watching you squirm and moan while restrained is enough. I turn my back to you and bend over towards my phone. I hear let out a muffled “oh my god” from the sight of my pussy. I tap the red button to start filming. I bend over and tease my pussy with the tip of the dildo. I slowly start to lower myself down onto the dildo. I feel it enter me and I let out a little moan. I watch you in the background of video begging and screaming for me to let you out. I slowly start fucking it knowing how aroused this is making you only makes me want to go harder. I know you’re getting closer and closer and that makes me want to beat you to it, but I know you’re not going to cum because I haven’t given you permission and you’re not going to make the mistake of fucking up twice. I bounce on it slower and deeper than before teasing you with my pussy. I grab my vibrator that’s been laying on the table and put it up to my clit. It doesn’t take long to get me close. The sight of a helpless, horny sub always makes me want to cum. I ride it while making circles on my clit. “I’m so fucking close,” I moan. I relax a little more and feel myself reaching an orgasm. I moan over and over letting myself cum all over the thick silicone cock. I regain my composure and dismount. I walk over to you and watch as your eyes get bigger with every step I take closer to you. I remove your gag and before you can let out a word, I replace it with the dildo. I walk over to the kitchen feeling the wetness in between my legs and thighs with each step and reach for a champagne flute. You’re confused but as turned on from the taste and smell of my cum. I place the glass down and I reach for the lube. I pump it onto my hands and bend over with my tits hanging in front of your face. I slowly start stroke your cock and covering it with lube. I know it isn’t going to be long before you explode so I grab the champagne flute and direct you to cum in it. My permission is all it took for you to release. I watch it shoot out into the glass filling it a third of the way up. I remove the dildo from your move and tilt the chair back. “Open wide!” I start pouring the remains of the glass into your mouth. As I’m doing so, I untie you from the chair. I tell you to stand up, your mouth still full. I grab your clothes, walk over to the door, and open it for you. I point out into the hallway and you follow. I throw your clothes at your feet and shut the door. Naked, mouth full of cum, and stunned. That’s how I like my men.

You waited for me behind our front door for 30 minutes. You bare knees starting to sting from kneeling so long. The cool breeze keeping you erect as your naked body didn’t move.

You finally hear my car door shut. You wait in nervous anticipation, knowing this is the first time you have surprised me. The light is dim and the only color is the red ribbon in your hair. As the door opens you close your eyes and bow your head.

I walk in, seeing in your submissive position … thinking about how we’ve talked about this. I drop my keys on our side table and walk towards you. You can hear and feel my every step as I approach.

I stop right in front of you. You can sense the awkward tension, but feel alive and sexually charged at the same time. I lean down and lift your chin up. “Open your eyes Kitten” I say with a scruff in my throat. Read more »