Sexy, Filthy Bedtime Story

"Shut up and sit down!" she commanded as she shoved him back onto the bed. She paced around the bed, pensive and searching like a hungry animal in a cage at mealtime. He sat quietly on the bed with his legs hanging off the side, waiting and watching for some sign of what was to come next. She stopped abruptly between his legs and squared off facing him with her hands on her hips.

“Come forward”, she commanded and he obediently slid forward toward her with an indulgent smile. The unexpected crack of her hand slapping his face filled the room as sharply as a whip cracking in the emptiness between them and his head snapped sharply to the side in response. His eyes widened and began to tear slightly on the side where flesh had opened pain receptors and he took in a long, slow inhale as he tried to process his feelings and decide whether he wanted to cringe before her or violently bend her over and fuck her in response. Her fingers twisted into his hair and jerked his head around to face her. She leaned into him, her cheek next to his and growled in his ear in a tone that was unmistakably determined, “If you EVER disrespect me like that again, so help me God, I am going to do things to you that are going to make you wish you were the Devil’s goddamn submissive” she paused a moment to allow him time to digest her words and then shook his head violently when a response wasn’t forthcoming fast enough, “Do you understand me?!”
“Yes, Ma’am but I…” she interrupted his words by grabbing his jaws in her hands and squeezing their sides against his protectively clenched teeth.
“I said, SHUT UP!” she reprimanded him and then released him from her grip with such force that he reeled back toward the bed away from her reach.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, angrily tossing them across the room. Her top and bra came off next and went flying in the same direction toward the floor. He laid there on the bed watching her with slightly downcast eyes, knowing that if he inspired further anger in her his punishment would take days instead of hours to be meted out. Her sadistic games were always sexy at first but the unconscious cruelty that she was capable of remained as subtle and precise as a surgical knife. Love and hate glinted from both sides of her attentions and it wasn’t until much later when a flesh wound was revealed to be a deep, bleeding wound that the sexy ended and the real pain began for lovers who were foolish enough to entreat her temper with mockery.

She stood by the bed staring him down in dead silence while wearing her panties and bad intentions like a king cobra flaring before a strike. After a few long uncomfortable moments, he realized that the discomfort he felt was not desire but nervousness. There is always a slightly deranged quality to some dominants that give them a sinister type of sexuality that is as impossible to ignore. When they are calm, it is barely perceptible. When they are fueled with a mission, they appear slightly maniacal and in this moment, he wasn’t sure which she side of the scale she was tipping toward and that bothered him.

“Strip” she ordered flatly and began collecting her tools for today`s lesson in respectful behavior.

Laying there and struggling for breath, he listened to her lecture him between her placing phone calls. His arms were tied securely to his sides and the rope continued to weave across his torso and between his legs securing his knees and ankles together tightly. With a smaller rope, she had fastened a rope version of a cock ring; bringing his testicles up and above his body where dozens of clothespins bit into them; plastic spiky teeth jutting up and away from their pieces of his sweetmeats. She lifted up her hips slightly and he inhaled a sharp, deep breath before she quickly returned to her throne that was his panty smothered nose and mouth. She rocked idly on his face and ignored his grunts and attempts to maneuver the slightest bit of gap space to breathe while she talked on the phone. “That’s right” she said, “yes… Tonight…Yes… No, not before 7… He’s being punished... Are you questioning me?! … (Pause)… Do NOT be late. I have an early up tomorrow… Yes... Good bye.” She hung up the phone and spoke down to him. “Well, Mr. Wonderful. My date will be here tonight and that means that YOU might get a pardon for your crimes if he can get me out of this bad mood. If I were you, I would start praying now or its going to be a long week around this house.”
He nudged his head from between her legs in silent agreement.

A sharp pain raced from his testicles up to the back of his head and he jerked on the bed underneath her in violent reaction as he tried to pull away from the pain. The small, rubber flogger in her hand found its way to his testicles again and again, wrapping around the biting ends of the clothespins and creating a clacking applause for her efforts. She continued, knowing the excruciating pain it was creating and sat down even more firmly on his face while she did it. He continued to thrash and buck, forcing her to reach down with her other hand and brace herself against his chest. His cries of protest were muffled by the weight of her body pressing down against his face and he began aggressively testing his restraints, seeking release. He had become a wild, bucking bronco in her own sexual rodeo and she had no intention of letting him throw her.

She stopped the torture on his clothespin covered testicles and slid a soft hand sensually along the exposed surfaces of his testicles, slowing down when she reached the length of his penile shaft. His cock responded to her touch like a petulant lover who cannot resist the object of its desire, eventually surrendering itself to the sybaritic joys of her attentions. She could feel his body begin to relax and give in to the wave of pleasurable sensation in his cock. “Kiss” she said simply and he did, beginning at the wet center of her panties and working his way across the small expanse of their fabric boundary with a diligence that barely hinted at the deep desire to pleasure her that was animating him.

The smell of her sex through her panties acted on him like an intoxicant. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, opening his mouth to her as if the smell of her would somehow solidify and slide across his tongue and move to slide down his throat. The panties remained an unyielding barrier between his hungry mouth and the soft, wet fountain of her sexuality and he tentatively lifted his tongue to the available wetness, hoping to inspire her into removing her panties. He licked at the wet fabric slowly and thoroughly, finding and tracing the outline of her sex with his insistent tongue, forgetting that only moments before she had been in the world’s worst mood and had warned him that an unpleasant punishment was ahead. She moaned encouragingly and brave desire forged his tongue into steel as it found its way around the thin elastic in her panties in an effort to kiss the sweet lips of her desire and have them speak of her forgiveness.

To be continued....


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