Another Story

I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.

"The Turnover"

I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.

I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.

I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).

"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"

"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.

Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."

I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."

Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.

As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.

I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."

I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.

"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."

She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.

***

I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.

"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."

"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.

"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."

I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."

I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"

She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."

I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"

Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."

"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.

"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."

---Him

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Extended play time

She and I were able to get some time to play at length the other day, and inspite of a late night and early morning it was quite a good time.

There were some punishments that needed to be dealt with, and this proved to be an excellent time to provide a little discipline. It can be tricky to play as fully as we'd like, sometimes, neither of us having a real quiet location to have our fun in.

After some tricky OTK spanking (her bed is quite a ways off the floor, so it was more "laying across the lap" spanking), I decided to tie her hands off to the bed and really punish her. After digging out some leather belt like things we tied off her wrists to her headboard. This enabled me to turn her ass a bit, and really go to down on her with my hand and a hairbrush.

She REALLY hates that hairbrush now :-)

After a good bit of spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts (bruised again! She's got banana boobs!) it was time to fuck her good and hard while she was tied down and helpless. By the time all was said and done, I think she was just as pleased with her reddened bottom and throbbing sex than if she'd behaved herself in the first place.

Post-spanking sex...some of the nicest sex, I have to say.

---Him

A story

So I was daydreaming and I had a lovely idea for an erotica story, and I felt like posting it. It goes into some of my deeper fantasies and desires, and is definitely something I would like to experience with him.

A Story

Jane was busy cleaning the kitchen, as she hadn’t gotten to it after making Paul breakfast and packing him a lunch. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased to find a dirty kitchen, no less a dirty house, when he returned home from work. She had taken an afternoon nap and slept a little longer than she had wanted to.

Frantically cleaning the house as best as she could, Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. Knowing the routine, she gave a heavy sigh and resolved to accept the consequences of her mistake.

Jane made her way over to the front door, a few feet from the space in front of the door, and knelt down. On her knees, she held a straight posture: breasts perky and slightly pushed out, shoulders straight above her hips, hands clasped behind her back. She knew this was how Paul liked to see her when he came home from a tiring day at work. She liked this routine, because it made her feel like the slave she really was. She knew she was going to have a rough night because of the messy house, though.

Paul opened the door, smiled briefly at his little slave before he took notice of the chaos that the house was in. He gave Jane a stern look, and she knew that she was to stay on her knees until he came to get her.

Paul walked slowly around the house, taking good note that the table had not been wiped, vacuuming and mopping had been neglected, among several other minute details about the house.

Running a finger along the mantelpiece, Paul took note of the dust on his finger. He walked over to Jane and showed her his finger.

“Do you see this?”

“Yes”

He wipes his finger on her clean white shirt, leaving a dirt mark, then abruptly takes a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes…what?”

Jane knowingly says “Master” to him. The feeling of his hand on her head, grasping tightly to her hair, is painful but she keeps it inside. All of a sudden, he pulls her up off her knees by the fistful of hair in his hand, dragging her down the stairs into the basement. She knows she is in trouble.

He throws her down on the ground, she looks up at him.

“Don’t you DARE look at me, slave. Look down and put your ass in the air so I can inspect you” Jane can hear the anger in his voice as she obeys.

Paul walks over to a table where some paddles and canes are laying, and picks up a nice thin cane and some rope. Carefully, he pulls his slave’s hands behind her back, leaving her to lay her head flat on the side to support her body, her knees on the ground, slightly spread. He wraps the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Standing back, he smiles at her discomfort.

“What have you done to deserve this, slave?”

“I didn’t get the house clean as I was instructed, Master, and I’m sorry” Paul reaches down and grabs a firm handful of hair and pulls her up a little.

“You have lost the privilege of referring to yourself as ‘me’ or ‘I’, slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this girl’ or ‘she’. You are no longer Jane, but simply slave, understood?”

Wincing at the pain, she says “Yes, Master, this slave understands”

He puts her back down on the ground, and walks around her, stopping behind her. He pushes up her skirt, notices the panties covering her sex. She immediately remembers she was told never to wear panties when wearing a skirt, and she had forgotten.

“She is very sorry Master, she-”

“Shut the fuck up slave. You have disobeyed me in more than one way today and for that you are going to pay”

She feels the gag wrapped around her face, it goes in her mouth, and he clasps it behind her head, tightly. She knows he doesn’t want to hear her voice. He is disgusted with her.

Pulling down her panties, he reaches for the cane and runs his masculine hands over it. He waves it in the air a few times, satisfied, knowing that the sting of the cane on his filthy slave’s ass will teach her a lesson.

It comes down, suddenly, on her bare ass. She lets out a loud yelp, and he immediately reaches for her hair, grasping a handful and pulling up violently, “I don’t remember telling you that you could make a sound, slave. Be silent”

He continues caning her bare bottom, as she struggles to be silent, her ass getting red hot, welts already forming. Suddenly he stops and walks away. He walks into the next room, leaving her in this exposed position, her pussy dripping and ass aching.

Ten minutes go by and he comes back into the room, disrobed, cock erect. He gets down on his knees behind her and inspects her aching pussy. He knows she wants him deep inside of her, but decides to make her wait just a little longer. Wrapping his hand around his slaves neck, applying a little pressure, he pulls her up to him so her back is touching his chest.

He whispers in her ear, “Does my filthy slave want to be fucked?”

She nods her tear-streaked face and whimpers gently as she feels her Master’s hard cock pushing against her back and his warm hand squeezing her throat. He reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy. Groaning gently in her ear, he pushes her back down on the ground.

He runs his big cock along her ass and vagina, “Hmm I wonder what hole I should take?” He pauses, wondering if his slave will make a sound at this remark, but she doesn’t, “It doesn’t matter which, though because they belong to me and I have every right to do what I please with them”

At this he begins pushing his hard penis into her ass, gently easing it in until it is fully penetrated, then starts going in and out fast and hard. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of the slave’s hair, pulling as he takes her ass.

Pulling out and pausing, he suddenly shoves it into her soaking pussy. She lets out a loud yelp and he smiles at this outburst, proceeding to take her from behind.

Her Master lets out a loud groan as he cums inside of her, and she smiles at his satisfaction. He pulls out, gives her ass a very hard slap, and walks a few steps before turning around, “You will stay in that position until I am ready to use you again, slave”

He walks out of the room and doesn’t come back for over an hour.

-Her

On Vacation

I'm still out of state, but finding some time to write about things. Well, I actually got ordered to...but...y'know ;-)

It's been a bit of a rough trip. But a bright point has been how well behaved my baby has been. I've been more or less the dom the entire time, with overriding rules for her while I'm away (and maybe longer, if I deem appropriate!)

That hasn't stopped lil power plays during our conversations tho. I've had a bit of a trouble looking at feet I shouldn't...and she leveraged my "bad boy" status on this issue into making me feel subby enough to give her back masturbation priviledges. I've tried to be tough and stay on top for her, but...y'know. Sometimes you can't block the message from the sub-button, as I've taken to calling it.

Certain ways she has of saying things, comments she makes, "suggestions" she offers...such as "Why don't you do a blog tonight? That's an order"...that just make the urge to submit to her nearly overwhelming. While I'm gone I'm doing my best to resist them, at least mostly. I promised I wouldn't show my belly and let her off the hook, and I have no intentions of it.

But that seems to be a totally different issue from writing a blog because she told me, or enduring a lecture about where my eyes and thoughts should be. I know I could prolly rise up and push her back down...but it's hard over the phone line, and it's hard when my default with a beautiful girl is to cast my eyes down and demure with, "Yes Mistress."

But you can bet your hiney she's gonna catch it GOOD when I finally get back to her, just for pushing that button so liberally! (Tho I wonder if that'll just encourage her more...)

---Him

Assignments

He is out of the state for a week and a half. I'm really very sad about it, but I do hope he has a good trip and returns safely to me. While he was gone, he left me a list of instructions. There's several things I have to do daily, and one thing includes shaving my legs and touching up my toe nail polish every morning. I also have to change the color polish at some point. I have to post, daily, a photo of my legs and feet so I can show if I have been a good girl and followed directions.

So here is installment 1, July 5, 2007:
Installment 2, July 6, 2007:

I had a crazy couple of days so he let me off of a couple of my duties...so here's Installment 3: July 8, 2007:

Installment 3: I forgot last night, so I am doing a late upload for July 10, 2007:


-Her

First Time

So, my sugar came down to visit me this past weekend. It was a challenging operation to pull off...what with moves, and some messed up plans, and all the rest. BUT she made it, and that was the important thing.

Our semi-romantic day got thrown out the window when some cleaning at the old apartment had to happen...but...it was very nice of her to help me. Afterwards, we decided to skip our ballgame plans and stay in to eat Chinese, drink a lil wine (still not a wine fan...), and enjoy each other's company.

Including our first time making love. We had been watching dumb movies downstairs, when she decided to slip upstairs and watch her favorite porn, a piece from "Sex and Submission." I found it interesting...I have to confess to not being a huge fan of porn (it's kinda like wine...), and I wasn't terribly aroused. I was too wrapped up in the intellectual end of things, and the minor buzz I had didn't help either.

And let's be honest, naked guys don't typically do it for me, and neither does a deep masculine voice put me in the mood. Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I'm not without my moments of curiousity...but...meh.

So...we glided into the lovemaking. Which was sort of tricky...I have to confess I often times have trouble with that whole staying hard issue, especially during the start of a relationship. She was wonderfully patient, pushing all the buttons she knew about, even ones she was hestitent about.

After normal foreplay and some serious tickling (*giggles at the memory*) got me quite worked up and feeling VERY close to her, my lil buddy wasn't quite willing to stay out and play. It was as if the condom scared him.

She never once showed any frustration, and decided to take a break to dig through my toybag. Before I knew it, I was feeling our slapper on my ass, inspite of her swearing up and down she'd never use it on me because of a mental block. That got my motor running, especially when she found my paddle and used it on me (I DO hate a paddling). But she had found my bag of clothespins...and decided to use them on me.

I wish we had taken a picture or two. By the time she was done with me, I had two pins on each nip, and I think six or seven along my ballsac. She admired her handiwork...then left to get a drink of water, instructing me to lay still.

Shortly after she returned (not soon enough!!) and removed the pins, we laid together until I grew hard...then we made it at long last, after hours of varied foreplay, with great passion.

It was totally worth the wait :-)