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Bedroom

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Synopsis: D/s, S/M, Hetero sex

Bedroom






As Richard arrived home she was in the bedroom, late from her chores. The


weakness in her knees when she heard the door open reminded her that she should


have been at the door to greet him. She knew her punishment. She knew that


Richard would enjoy it, which is why she planned to be late. Feeling naughty,


she sat right in front of the bedroom door and let her hand caress her sex.


Imagining it was his hand, she continued, moving faster, feeling her lips puff


up and respond instantly.




"What are you doing?" Richard said, seeing her kneeling on the floor near


orgasm, something he did not want her to do without permission.




"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to," she said, her lips defiantly curled into a


smile.




Richard looked down at her and spoke slowly, "Wait for me on the bed, I shall


return."




With those words, he went downstairs, and she hurried back to the bed. She lay


there, listening to Richard in the house, boldly touching herself again.




Her lips trembled as she lay still on the bed, awaiting her Master to return.


Each of his steps echoed in her ears making her heart jump as she felt him come


closer. He laid his fingers on her hips causing her to yelp with lust, his


fingers flowing down her legs slowly. He watched as she quivered, his fingers


caressing her soft curves. Richard's eyes locked on her face, watching her as he


laced the rope around her ankles, securing them spread to each post.




As he watched, Richard saw her face color, grimacing in her fight to follow his


order not to look away.




"A lovely color," he said, "I am going to enjoy you."




Much to his delight she blushed deeper.




Richard took his finger up, teasing his captive victim as she wiggled under his


touch. Circling his fingers over her ample breasts, grazing her nipples while


she shuddered and moaned lightly between her lips. Richard leant forward,


pressing his lips roughly to hers, crushing them as he turned her nipples.


Moaning, she reached up to savor the kiss Richard gave her. Allowing his hands


to flow up her sides, he trailed over her arms and pressed her wrists to the


bedpost. Still kissing her deeply, he parted her lips with his tongue and


secured the cuffs on her. Richard grinned feeling her struggles to get free.




Stepping away from her, Richard looked down at the body before him. Each inch


writhing toward him, her moans echoing her desire to please, to be touched


again. He turned to the night table, opening the small cabinet where he kept the


nightly toys, pulling out his short crop and remote vibrator.




"Have you been a good girl?" he asked her, pushing her breasts around with the


crop.




"Y-yes S-sir," she stuttered, the anticipation of what was to come building in


her, making her aware more of her nakedness.




The air swirled around her sex, seemingly to aid in her wonderfully frustrating


torture. Her breasts shook with her labored breath, saying, "Please S-sir," as


best she could.




"Please what?" Richard asked coyly, trailing the head of the crop over her


belly, gently lapping at her sex.




She visibly shuddered, writhing on the satin sheets spread open for him,


helpless.




"Please Sir, I want to cum for you," her lips mouthed as the crop tapped lightly


on her clit; the leather biting at her already swollen sex.




Grinning, Richard leant forward, whispering in her ear, "You will... we have yet


to begin."




Fanning his fingers over her quivering flesh, Richard silenced her while his


crop continued to tap. He watched as the wide leather head slapped her clit,


just rising up again for more. Placing the crop flat on her thighs, he moved


closer to rub lightly on her sides, caressing her quivering form. She writhed,


trying to direct Richard's fingers over her body in a futile attempt. Richard's


eyes gazed down at her, lifting his hands to watch her tremble, letting them


only brush her even softer. Each time his touch left her body, she moaned for


its return.




Richard stood next to the bed, his body blocking the candlelight, letting her


only see his silhouette as he reached for the vibrator. Leaning her head


forward, she only saw a darkened figure over her, feeling the cool vibrator's


head slide over her inner thigh. Stroking up and down, Richard teased her by


letting it vibrate close to her sex, yet not touching. She continued to groan,


each time her lips parted for a louder sound. Richard leant back, resting the


vibrator pointed right at her warm depths. In a flash of light, she was blinded


only to welcome the dark figure back.




In his hand, he held a gag designed to fill her mouth. A penis gag.




"Please no Sir. I will be quiet," she said, knowing that he would do it anyway.




Richard lifted her head, cupping it in his hand, holding the gag in her plain


sight, he says, "Your desire grows distracting. If I am distracted, your


punishment will last longer. Do you want that?"




Racked with need and lust, she nodded, opening her mouth for the plastic phallus


gag. Richard slipped it in, looping and securing the straps around her head.




Leaning forward, he lightly kisses her forehead, rapidly wiggling his finger


over her engorged clit. She attempted to moan, to scream her thankfulness for


his attentions, but it only came out as a muffled whimper. The gag worked.


Richard moved his lips lower, kissing her lightly, torturing her with gentle


touches. She responded by arching up to him, savoring even his beard crushing


with her skin. He feasted savagely on her breasts, mouthing them, nibbling,


concentrating on her nipples. She closed her eyes, each touch on her shooting


straight to her hungry sex. He lifted his face, pulling her nipples toward him,


her squealing echoing through the gag.




"You are as sensitive as ever," he said to her visible blush that contrasted


with the gag. Taking up the vibrator, he gently slipped it within her, roughly


pinching her nipple. She yelped, then moaned and writhed, trying to move it with


her, vainly attempting to turn it on. Richard drove it into her, stopping short


and threatening her to pull it out if she moved again. She lay still, breathing


heavily.




Richard reached into the cabinet and took out his suede flogger, lifting the


crop from her thighs, trailing the ends over her breasts. She shuddered, her


body confused, wanting to move to the touch and run from it as well. In his


hand, Richard spun the flogger, causing the air to swirl around her now


sensitive breasts, catching the ever-hardening nipples occasionally. She


whimpered, wanting to beg to be allowed to cum now for Richard's pleasure, to


end her torment. Richard shifted suddenly, and while still spinning the flogger,


struck her sex and inner thighs.




She spread herself wider, trying to obscenely place her crotch where the soft


suede would land. Richard swung the flogger, causing it to strike her sex,


thighs and breasts, making the soft material lap at her blushing body. He


chuckled to himself, using the crop to awaken the area he was to strike next.


Moaning through her gag, quaking with need, her breath coming rapidly under the


assault, throwing her head back thinking that now was the time, now she could


cum, only to feel Richard stop the flogger and crop inches from her. Her eyes


wide, she looked at him, staring, pleading not to be tortured so. He just


grinned and stepped back, rolling the spanking bench next to the bed.




His hand slowly trailed over her skin, finding her attempt to push more into his


grasp. Watching her eyes carefully, he cupped her head and lifted it. She rubbed


her cheek in his palm, moaning through the gag, watching as Richard slipped the


blindfold over her eyes. Pulling it down she visibly shook, feeling his body,


the heat from his body. Releasing her mouth, he kissed her lightly, finding her


more than willing to receive.




He broke the kiss and stepped away as she lay there, quivering on the satin


sheets trying to listen for where and what he does. The shift of air played over


her skin, the creak of a small door, and then a trailing of something over her


belly. Slowly these things lowered to her sex, her head turning side to side


releasing her longing sighs. Another set of things circled around her breast,


pressing harder and wrapped around it. Five of them closed in, connecting


together for her to know it as his hand. Arching her back, she tried to give


more of herself to Richard's touch, only to feel him pull back. Sighing, she lay


back down and felt the fondling hands again, kneading her breast.




She heard his voice, seemingly from a distance, say, "Keep still my pet, and


this will be over soon."




Her lips tried to move, to bring voice that she would do as told, but it only


came out as a grunt. Kissing her, crushing her lips under his, his hands raised


to release her wrists, rubbing them softly. She lay there, suckling his tongue,


not wanting him to move away. Richard knew she could feel his chest grinding


against hers, teasing her nipples. She felt his body slide over hers, caressing


her back and lifting her up to him.




Floating in air, she felt the cold leather she knew was on the spanking bench


settle against her torso, chilling her heated breasts. On her instincts, she


hooked her arms under the bench and took hold of the handles, feeling swift and


strong fingers wrap the cuffs on her wrists. Her ass lifted, as if to welcome


what was to come, but she felt nothing come. Suddenly, cold drops fell on her


ass, causing her to shiver. Squirming, she settled into the cold of the drops,


wanting to feel the drops in one place but shocked as Richard dripped it closer


only to leave.




Humping her pelvis against the bench, she yelped as the drops came down again,


this time hotly. Like molten rock, the drops came down and burnt into her


sensitive cheeks. A hand came and slapped her ass, shaking the cheeks, giving a


slight respite from the dropping lava.




Another smack, but this was heavier. Many fingers landed across her ass. She


cringed, tensing for the next blow, only to feel it come lightly. Relaxing, she


raised her ass, hoping that whatever it was would catch her clit and relieve her


finally.




"Relax my pet," his voice echoed as another thudding and hard smack came to her.


Fighting herself, she relaxed her behind and felt the blows through her,


cascading up her body and slamming down into her sex. Moaning wantonly in time


with the spankings, she widened her legs, hoping her Master would take pleasure


in her and allow her forgiveness and end this punishment.




With a hand fanning over her ass, she relaxed more, lying against the bench,


feeling her body being kneaded, feeling this kneading course through her body,


pulsating into her sex. She felt lips brush against her ear, a soft voice she


remembered come to her, "Very good my pet, you have taken this well."




A light buzz came to her suddenly, hearing the familiar vibrator sing in the


air; she excitedly drank up his words, "Now your punishment is done. Your reward


comes now."




She squealed with delight, her body trembling awaiting his touch. The buzz


follows the line of her back up to her ears. Growing louder, the sound


encompassed her, blocking everything else. As it slowly died away, she began to


notice that a hand no longer held her ass. A heated flush radiated there, a slow


seeping of warmth came over her. A welcome fire spreading over her flesh. She


melted, her body slumping against the bench. On her upper arm, she felt the


shakes of the vibrator through her, like electricity, going to the very center


of her. Suddenly, she felt a wide smack on her ass, quaking with in her as if to


shake her very soul. Again it came, causing her to moan aloud, the hit echoing


throughout her entire body.




Her hips rocked up and down, moving involuntarily, rubbing her mound against the


padded leather of the bench. Her legs were moved, folded up under her, sticking


her ass up higher, arching her back more. She could feel her sex spread on its


own, puffed up noticeably, feeling as if it was her body. Gasping, her sex


opened to Richard, the lips seeming to reach out for him as his finger trailed


over them. Wanton with a burning need deep within, she hunched her body,


bringing herself closer to him. Sound was lost to her in this sea of sensation,


feeling hands take hold on her body, wanderers' exploring not so distant shores.


Her wrists released and rubbed, lifted up and over causing her to fall, tumble


down momentarily into a strong set of arms. The cool leather licked her back as


she was set down, her legs spread a bit wider.




Gentle kisses from lips she treasured covered her neck, lightly showering her


chest, teasing her nipples, moving ever downward. Her breath came quicker,


anticipating what was to come next. Richards mustache brushed against her mound


as she felt his breath cool her sex, stoking the fire. If she could see, her


eyes would be closed, every inch of her body connected to her one tender and


sweet spot. Her entire world revolved on this moment, the act of surviving the


punishment she wanted and giving herself for his pleasure. Thinking on how happy


he was to have her, to be given such a precious thing as herself, only


heightened her joy as a tongue began to touch her.




Moaning, more like screaming, she spoke her love for Richard with each breath.


Fighting her animal instincts, she kept her pelvis still, letting Richard savor


her hidden and most private self. Feeling his lips move from hers, she boldly


spread her legs more and tilted herself upward. She expected to feel his special


kiss, but got delightfully surprised.




With force she has only known come from him, Richard entered her with the


vibrator. She sighed, hoping that he would take her for himself, but realize


something. As she clenched to the phallus within her, she realized that it was


not the vibrator but something far better. Smiling widely and cooing with glee,


she let her arms fly upward and wrap around the body before her, bringing its


welcome weight onto her. Feeling filled and emptied, she inhaled his scent and


hers mixed on his lips. His beard scratched her cheeks and teeth closed in on


her blindfold, pulling it off. Her eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the dim


light and Richard cam into focus.




Overwhelmed, she parted her lips, about to beg permission to cum, only to feel


Richard's finger on her lips and a light warm breath coming over her face.




"You may cum freely, my pet," he said, as his body began to force its way


further into her very welcome depths. Richard watched as her head tiled back and


eyes close. He listened as her mouth parted and a brief song of pleasure. He


held her as she trembled, feeling his orgasm fill her.




She awoke as from a daze, cradled in Richard's arms, close to his heart. Her


blurry eyes alighted onto his smiling face. She reached up and tilted her head,


kissing his neck lightly.




"Why do you enjoy this so?" he asked her, his eyes showing that he knew her


answer.




"I love you more than words can say. I want to be yours in all ways and always.


You are my Master, my lover, and my friend." Her voice came lightly, almost


tender.




"I know, but why do you provoke me into punishing you?"




"Because... being good all the time is boring. Besides, it's as much fun as the


reward after."




Her face brightened into a grin that could only make Richard chuckle. Cupping


her head in his hands, he kissed her lips deeply, his passion radiating into


her. Returning his passion, she mumbled: "Wait till next time..."



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