HER PUNISHMENT PART ONE

It had been an "other than normal" Saturday to say the least. I had had too much to drink the night before and hadn’t gotten enough sleep either so I was finding everything exceptionally annoying. I whined. I complained. I bitched. About everything.

My coffee got cold before I was able to finish drinking it. Why wouldn't His phone stop ringing? I didn't feel like shopping. I wasn't in the mood for Chinese Food. Why did the dog have to be walked right now? Had the weather man called for rain ALL Weekend? Why couldn't we work during the week and play all weekend? I couldn't find my cigarettes, oh great, now my lighter was missing. He wasn't paying enough attention to me. I was bored. You get the idea. On and on I complained.

I very rarely behave that way, I could tell it was annoying Him. Grating on his nerves, in fact. He kept giving me warnings, I'd go off on a tangent and He'd give me The Look that means I’d better stop it. So, I'd stop, for a moment. Then something would happen (or nothing would happen) and it would send me into a new rant. Finally, after several hours He stopped giving me The Look. It seems that I'd graduated to a word or two, "Dee…" He'd say, that warning sound in His voice and I'd shut up. Then a little later, I'd start again, "For Christ's sake…." He'd say, so I'd shut up. Then later, when I'd started to bitch again, "Don't you think that's about enough already?" He asked me. "No." I said, under my breath.

The fact is that, I DID think it was enough already, but I felt like I couldn't help it. It was like another person had taken over my mind and mouth. That's when I began to pout and decided not to speak at all. "Maybe" I thought spitefully to myself, "He'd like it better if I didn't speak at all." So I didn't speak at all. An hour passed, then two. I had a million things to say, but I didn't say any of it. He continued on with His business for the rest of the day, with me by his side, as I remained completely silent. He acted as if nothing were amiss! He didn't even notice or care that I'd stopped talking completely.

Not talking was starting to kill me. I had things to say! Important things! "Hmmmm…." He said aloud, at the hardware store, He was purchasing more rope, I started wondering if He planned to tie me up with it later but still, I wouldn’t deign to ask "I wonder which rope would be most effective?" He held one length of rope in each hand, comparing each of them, they were of different materials. "What do you think?" He asked me. I clamped my mouth shut tight. The fact is, it would depend on what the rope was for. What was the rope for? I wanted to ask if it was for tying me and if it was then I would’ve responded, "The one on the right! The one on the right!"  but since I wasn’t speaking I just looked away and said nothing. "I think the one on the…..left." He mused….and put the other back on the shelf. I stomped my foot once on the ground, if He noticed He didn't respond. The one on the left would be too scratchy, I was sure of it. GRUMP!

By the time we got home I was bursting to speak. He was acting as if everything were perfectly normal. I followed Him inside without a word. "Okay," He addressed me cheerfully, "I'd like you to get ready." I cocked my head sideways inquisitively. "For tonight." He answered my unspoken question. "I'd like you to put on, let's see…." He tapped His chin, thinking. "Put on the black stockings, the ones with the black line up the back. The leather boots that lace up in the back and come just below your knees…." Those were my favorite boots, but I didn't smile. "That black skirt I like so much….and you choose your top….black panties, no bra…..understood?" He asked me….I still didn't speak… "Go on now" He directed me. And I dipped my eyes to the ground then back to Him, that was my "Yes, Sir." Without speaking.

I was feeling better. He wanted to play with me tonight, or He wouldn't have chosen an outfit for me. Every piece of clothing that I own had been chosen and purchased by Him. Chosen because it accentuated my best features, chosen because He liked the way I looked when wearing it, chosen because it pleased Him. I did so want to please Him. Each piece of clothing I owned had been given to me as a reward. A reward for being a good girl. For being His good girl. After much deliberation I chose a lacy black & white corset/tank top type of shirt I hoped He would love.

I took a hot and leisurely shower, washing my long, black hair and smoothing thick lather all over my skin with a scratchy plastic loofah, taking extra care while shaving to ensure that every part of my body was ultra smooth and soft, just the way He likes it. As I watched the hot water run down my own breasts and tummy, and over my now smooth and hairless pussy, I started to get extremely turned on. I slid my hands up and down over my body and I imagined His eyes on me. I tried to imagine how I must look through His eyes. My nipples got hard and my pussy was getting wet….and I swear I could feel each and every drop of water from the shower head as it hit my skin….I switched my position and let my legs fall open just a bit, just a bit…just enough to let the spray of the water caress me in just the right spot…..and just when it was getting very hot in there I remembered that I wasn't allowed to come without His express permission.

"Ugh..." I groaned in frustration...that was an easy rule to forget sometimes. But I wasn't going to come. I could control myself for….just a few more seconds….just a few more. I knew if I had an orgasm without permission, He would know. He always knew. At that moment, with the hot water streaming over me, my hands on my breasts, I could almost feel Him behind me, my back pressed against His chest….the water flowing over us, His hot breath on my ear, as He whispered, "Not yet….not yet…." Goosebumps raised up on my skin and I got that feeling….the delicious feeling that comes over me the split second after He drives Himself hard into me….and I jumped quickly out of the shower…. "God, god, god…." Almost hadn't made it, almost hadn't stopped in time…. I grabbed a towel from the rack and threw open the bathroom door, the steam escaping in a big puff and steaming up the mirror all the way across the master bedroom…

I flopped myself onto the quilt out in the bedroom where it was cool in order to air dry and I very carefully avoided touching or even thinking about my most sensitive areas…didn't want to have any accidents. My breath was coming in short little gasps and my cheeks were flushed. I felt dizzy…the shower water had probably been too hot…every bit of my skin was hot and pink. Steam literally rose from my naked body. Yikes.

After I had cooled down a bit, I thoughtfully applied my make-up….smoky eyes and darker than usual lipstick. I looked in the mirror and fluffed up my hair a bit….I wanted to let it air dry. It would leave my curls more defined….I shook my head several times….though very long, it wasn't incredibly thick and it would dry fast.

I put each piece of clothing on that He had requested….as I slipped into each of the items He'd requested, I felt the love that had gone into each purchase....as I zipped my boot I caught my reflection in the mirror and nearly didn't recognize the girl there. He told me once, when we first met that I looked like a librarian….just like the dirty librarian at the beginning of a porn movie, who you knew was about to turn into a crazy nympho. When He saw me tonight, He would say, "Now, you are starting to look like the slut you really are…."

I slowly walked down the stairs and felt my clit react when He said it, my pussy quickly getting damp again. "Do you know what I have planned for you this evening?" He asked me, I shook my head no. "Kneel down, right here little one...." He said, pointing to the floor in front of where He sat and as I did so, He began to speak....

As I knelt before him, waiting for Him to speak I tried to determine the reason why I'd been acting so horribly all day. But, none of that mattered now, anyway. He was here and I was here. And His focus was entirely on me, now.

"You've been very naughty...all day." He pointed out, holding my upturned face gently in His big hands and looking down at me. I shifted my glance to the side. "I know, I'm so sorry, Sir." I said, and I meant it. "I'll make up for it, I promise." I offered hopefully, gingerly making eye contact with Him. "Yes you will make up for it." He said, then He clicked His tounge at my reaction.

"Now, now." He said, soothingly, "Don't look so dejected. Since you have displeased Me all day, I think it only fitting that I should have a more....pleasing playmate for the evening."  My mouth dropped open. Without missing a beat, He put a finger under my chin and gently pushed my mouth closed. "You would have to agree..." He admonished, "That a playmate who pleases Me is what I deserve, would you not?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "At any rate," He quipped. "It is My wish and your punishment." I was utterly miserable at that moment and I'm quite certain it showed on my face.

He continued speaking, "I have contacted Mr. Smith." He said, "You do remember Him?" I nodded numbly. I remembered Him. He was a Dom acquaintance of my Master.

"And He has graciously agreed to send Elizabeth over for a visit tonight." He finished. Elizabeth was Mr. Smith's slave. A pretty little pixie of a girl with a short little blonde bob haircut, we had all had dinner together once. Ugh. This couldn't be happening. Phooey on my stupid big mouth and phooey on stupid Elizabeth. Now she would get to have all the fun, and I'd be stuck, probably watching. Probably tied up tight with that rotten scratchy rope He'd bought this afternoon. And I am sure He spent all afternoon, while I had been silent, brewing up this wretched plan for my punishment.

Probably I'd be tied up so that I was unable to avoid watching the two of them and unable to touch myself in any way. Denied. Forbidden to come. UGH! "How does that sound?" He asked looking at me with a downright chipper look on His face. There was always additional punishment for arguing and additional punishment for being insincere. So I tried desperately not to argue and I did not meet His eye in an attempt to avoid revealing my insincerity as I said, "As You wish, Master."

"Very well." He said, as He stood. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Now, run along and get the car keys." He said turning me in the direction of the entry hall, "You will be picking Elizabeth up in half an hour..." I moved toward the entry way, the sound of His voice fading behind me. "And remember...." He continued, from the kitchen, "you will treat her with the same courtesy that you would extend to any other visitor in My home." He would be making me pick her up. And treat her kindly. And bring her back to His house as His welcomed guest! He had to be kidding!

I flopped down onto the couch and sat staring at my boots. My feet were sweating and my boots felt suddenly uncomfortable. I reached down and unzipped the right one and yanked it off, tossing it away from me. It hit the tile floor with a soft satisfying little thud. From the next room, where He couldn't see my tantrum, cheerfully He said, "Would you like Me to make you a drink?" He never made the drinks. I always made the drinks. I froze mid-zip on the left boot...He had offered to make a drink for me. I assumed He thought that might take the edge off of my interaction with Elizabeth. "Well He," I decided, "was WRONG!"

I finished unzipping the other boot and was yanking it off as He stepped into the room, His glass of scotch, no ice in His right hand, and my margarita on the rocks in His other hand, He had a bewildered look on His face. "You have to go pick up Elizabeth...." He said looking at my bootless feet. "What are you doing?"

"My boots are hurting my feet!" I shouted, pouting. "I DON'T want to wear them! And I DON'T want to drink tonight!" With that I threw the other boot across the room and it fell with the other in the middle of the floor between us, with another little thump. He lifted His eyebrows and sat down our drinks on the mantle of the fireplace then turned to face me, His fists clenched. It was at that point that I realized I had gone too far. I suddenly, desperately wished I could turn back time.

He looked at me from across the room for a long moment, our eyes met and I saw that hard glint in them. My eyes glanced furtively at the boots in the middle of the floor between us, then back to His eyes. I had to get those boots back. Could I make it there before He did? He was fast. I'd seen Him in action. I had to try.

I jumped up and dived for my boots snatching them in my hands at the very moment that his fist clamped in my long hair. I screamed as He dragged me back to the sofa by my hair, then again as He lifted me lightly by the arms and threw me down on the sofa. My breath was coming in short hard gasps and my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. But I had the boots in my hands. He was a reasonable man. I could still fix this.

I could hardly speak because I couldn't catch my breath and my hands were trembling so hard that I was having trouble handling my boots. I could feel Him towering over me and the air around Him was electric with His anger. I had the feeling if I looked at Him, He might be surrounded in blue sparks. I straightened myself carefully & slowly into a sitting position and kept my eyes on the boots and slid one onto my foot. I attempted to sound nonchalant. "I'm going to be late picking up Elizabeth...if I don't leave now." I said, my voice barely a quivering whisper.

He reached down and snatched the boots from my trembling hands. "Give Me those!" He said, "You don't deserve them!" and just like that, they were gone. My favorite boots. The boots He'd given me because I'd been so good. He thought I was no longer worthy. It was like being splashed with ice water.

He turned on His heels and left the room, then returned with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other. He slammed the shot glass onto the wooden coffee table in front of me with a loud bang. I jumped. Then he filled the shot glass, some of the amber fluid sloshing out of the glass and puddling onto the table around the glass as He poured. "Drink it." He demanded. Usually I drank tequila with salt and lime, to make it more enjoyable to drink. He always made sure I had what I needed. But not tonight. Not now.  Tonight there was no tangy lime, no sea salt. Nothing but the stinging tequila. I hesitated too long. "Drink it." He said, louder this time, a warning in His voice. Again, I jumped.

As I mentioned, I had had too much to drink the night before, my stomach felt queasy...I thought that if I drank it...I might be sick. I didn't want to argue, but I didn't want to be sick either. "I can't." I said, and I was trying not to cry. "I'm afraid I'll throw up if I drink it." He picked up the shot glass, and grabbed a handful of my hair and tilted my head back. "You won't get sick." He said as He put the shot glass to my lips and poured the fiery liquid into my mouth..."Swallow it." He said. I did.

He slammed the empty shot glass onto the table again as I reached up and wiped the excess fluid from my chin, I gagged, sputtered and coughed a bit, but I did not get sick. He shook His hand and some of the liquor that had spilled onto His hands splattered onto my face, causing me to blink

.

He poured another shot. I put my hand to my lips and looked up at Him pleadingly. Please, please don't make me drink it. I wanted to say, but i didn't. He didn't speak, just motioned to the glass, almost patiently, waiting for me to drink the shot. I reached down and picked up the glass and put it to my lips. My stomach churned. my body said, "Don't you dare take that drink." I looked up at Him and He nodded. I gagged as I drank the shot.

He snatched the glass from my hand and again slammed it on the table, filling it to overflowing. What kind of a weird punishment WAS this? I wondered. Trying to calm my churning tummy. I shook my head, almost imperceptibly. But, of course, He noticed. He crouched before me so that our eyes were level, He touched my chin and lifted my eyes to meet His. I saw nothing of the man who loved me there, what I saw was only hard, unfeeling, and angry green eyes. I felt like He hated me. I had displeased Him. I felt certain He would never look lovingly on me again. I was not worthy of Him and I could not hide it.

"Drink the shot." His voice and His touch were quiet and calm, but His eyes told a scary story of seething anger. I could not remember having ever been so afraid. My entire body was trembling with such force that I could not hold any part of it still. "Drink it, Dee." He repeated, quietly, using my name this time, He leaned in close to me, so that I could feel the heat from His body "Believe Me," His eyes locked onto mine and in a hoarse voice He whispered, "you're going to want to be drunk for what I'm going to do to you tonight."

My heart stopped beating. I swear that it did. For just that second. It was as if the world had ceased to spin, the world actually went black all around Him. And for that moment He was all that was real.  He picked up the shot glass and put it gently in my trembling hand. The liquor sloshed out of the glass and ran down my fingers and dripped onto my stockinged feet.

I drank it then picked up the bottle and poured myself another. Making me drink the tequila hadn't been part of the punishment, it had been a gift. He knew what I could handle sober and what I couldn't, if He thought I needed to drink, then i should drink. It was a gift. Now that He could see that I understood, He left the room, to get what He needed. And I drank several more shots, awaiting my fate....

HER PUNISHMENT PART TWO

He returned to the room ropes in hand to find me just where He had left me. I forced down one more shot of tequila for good measure, and He waited patiently while I did so. "Stand up." He commanded. I quickly obeyed, the alcohol rushing quickly to my head as I did so. He stood in front of me, towering over me, I didn't look in His eyes. "Take off your clothes, except for the panties." I quickly did as He requested. I pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts, my nipples hardening immediately under His gaze. Then I stepped quickly out of my skirt and slid both stockings quickly off and left them rumpled on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I stood completely naked except for the black panties that I still wore at His request.

He took a step toward me, rope still in hand and I knew He wanted me to hold out my arms so He could bind my wrists, so I held them out for Him. As I did so, I wondered at my actions. Right at that moment, I was yet unbound, and free to run away, fight and kick, scream and shout. I was afraid of what He had planned for me, yet I willingly placed myself at His mercy. He quickly and deftly wound the rope around my wrists, binding them together.

He yanked an office chair with arms on it roughly from under the desk and wheeled it into the middle of the room. He pulled me by the length of rope around my wrists over to the chair. "On your knees on the chair." He said, calmly. I climbed up on the chair on my knees, facing the back rest. I was positioned so that I was on my knees on the leather chair, with my breasts just above the back of the chair and my tethered wrists hanging down behind the chair. He reached down and yanked my panties down & then off, while He did so, He spoke, "I hope," He said calmly, "That you had a good time disobeying Me today." I shook my head. I was still trembling uncontrollably. I opened my mouth to defend myself and apologize, "Sir, I...." but I was cut short as He stuffed my panties, which He'd balled up into a tight little ball into my mouth. Tears sprang into my eyes.

"I'm sorry," He said mockingly, "were you saying something?" He began tying my ankles to the legs of the chair as He spoke. "No?" He finished tying my ankles. "Good. Nobody cares what a little slut has to say anyway." He moved around to the back of the chair, and grabbed my wrists, then secured them with a tight knot to the base of the chair. I pulled at the binds on my wrists and ankles. They were tight and the rope was scratchy. I whimpered a little. I felt very exposed, naked, my ass was sticking out, I was tied tight. He stood where I could see Him, and slowly undid the buckle of his belt. It was a thick black leather belt that He always wore. He slowly pulled it from the loops at His waist. One loop, then another...the swishing sound was all I could hear. Amazing how loud it seemed.

Why, oh why, had I acted that way? I had hoped for a lovely evening of play and now it would be punishment. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked me holding the belt up for me to see…He held it in a loop with both ends, the buckle end and the end with the holes in it, in his left hand. I shook my head, hair sticking to my face in my tears as they poured down my cheeks. I was sorry, sorry, sorry and He looked at me so angrily. What if He didn't want me anymore? What if I had really gone too far and after my punishment He would send me away and what if He brought Elizabeth over and decided to keep her instead?

He stepped around behind me. I imagined that my mascara was running down my face with my tears leaving black streaks. He began to caress my naked body with the belt. He ran the belt slowly and lightly down the middle of my back. I knew at any moment I would feel the first biting strike of the leather. Goosebumps rose up all over my body and my nipples got even harder than they had been. He slid the belt down over my bottom, down one cheek then up the other...as He did so He reached around with His other hand and roughly grabbed my left nipple and squeezed until I let out a cry, muffled by the panties still in my mouth.

I tried to suppress a moan as He slid the leather slowly down my tummy and down to my pussy gently sliding the belt back and forth over me. I tried to shift so that the belt could arouse me more completely, but I was tied too tight, He continued with His slow massage, roughly handling first one nipple, then the other as He did so. He slowly slid the belt back around to my behind where He gently slid the leather between my ass cheeks, down to my pussy then back up again. "You think you deserve to come tonight? My dirty little girl..." He asked me. I knew better than to respond. I breathed deeply through my nose...and sniffled. “Don’t you dare.” He warned, pressing His lips to my ear.

He took His hand from my nipple and slid both His hands gently up and down on both of my butt cheeks....I wanted to stay tense and ready for the strike, but His gentle caressing soon had me involuntarily relaxing back into His hands as much as possible in my restraints. His hands felt rough against the smooth skin of my behind. His touch was gentle, arousing. He gave my pussy a light slap with His hand that caused me to gasp and I heard a wet, wet slapping sound. I felt so embarrassed that He could see how aroused I was. Surely, I would be punished more because of it. Dammit. I was not supposed to be enjoying my punishment, after all.

Just as I began to feel consumed by the pleasure radiating from His skilled touch, I heard the swish of the belt slicing through the air just before it landed across the middle of my left cheek. I squeaked with the surprise and pain of it. It hurt, but it had been a light strike. Again, I heard the swish of the belt, and I flinched as it stuck with about the same intensity but this time in the middle of my right cheek.

Several more strikes of this same intensity peppered my ass. Up high towards my lower back, then down low, at the top of the thighs. Warmth spread across my ass from each strike, radiating to my pussy and making my clit ultra sensitive, then as if He knew what I was feeling, He changed position and struck from above directly at the crack of my ass so that the belt looped around and snapped directly on my pussy, just missing my clit, but surrounding my clit with a burning vibration . I moaned as the belt snapped on my pussy, once, twice then three times. I held my breath. One more strike and I thought I might come. No, no, no. What would He do if I came while being punished and without permission, too? I was thankful that He did not strike me there again.

He began again to strike my buttocks. The strikes slowly increased in intensity, I began to cry in earnest, as the pain became worse and worse. Cruelly, He began to strike the same spot two or three times before moving onto another. I struggled in vain to move my ass away from His swipes with the belt, but the ropes held me fast. He did not stop to rub my ass between swats to help ease the pain and I imagined how red it must be, surely, there would be bruises tomorrow.

My hands and feet were starting to get numb and the scratchy rope was digging into my flesh as I struggled against it. I felt as if i couldn't take anymore. Strike and strike came, each seemed harder and more cruel than the last. I screamed into the makeshift gag He had placed in my mouth. Tears streamed down my face. I begged Him to stop through the gag, but it came out only as unintelligible sobbing. Even as I begged though, I knew full well that He would stop only when He was ready to do so. Finally, the blows stopped.

Despite my flaming ass, my pussy was now dripping onto the seat of the chair, I could feel how wet my inner thighs had become and my knees were slipping about in the wetness on the leather chair. I heard the belt buckle as it hit the floor, He had dropped the belt. I hoped the spanking was over but I tensed as His hands slid over my injured behind. I felt betrayed by my own body as I felt two of His fingers slide inside of me. I was so wet.

 

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this...." He reminded me. "You can't help it, can you?" He asked me, in a degrading & condescending tone, pushing His fingers in deeper, painfully so. "You can't help that your body shows Me what a slut you are…even as you beg Me to stop." He pulled the panties from my mouth (much to my relief, how humiliating) and I slumped, exhausted, my behind was on FIRE, against the back of the chair. My hands and feet relaxed their pull against the rope and so the biting of the rope into my flesh eased as well. "Your ass looks so pretty and red." He said to me. "Thank you, Sir." I whispered hoarsely.

He continued plunging His fingers in and out of my wet pussy, "Do you think you've been punished enough?" He asked me. It was a trick question. I thought I had, I really, really had. Of course, I could not say so. I stifled the desire to grind against His hand. I did not need to be reminded that I was there for His pleasure, not my own. "Not unless it pleases you, Sir." I responded, weakly.

He released my binds with one smart pull. He was very clever with the rope.  He helped me to my feet to stand before Him. He steadied me with a firm hand as I tried to keep my balance, dizzy from the alcohol and the stiffness in my legs and arms from having been tied. "Very well...." He responded, He sounded satisfied with my response.

He looked into my face and wiped his Fingers across my cheeks, brushing away the tears and mascara streaks that remained there. "You are well on your way to winning back my favor...." I felt relief wash over me when He said it. There was still hope for me to keep my coveted spot at His feet. "But you've still been a very bad girl...enjoying your punishment the way you have...." my heart began to thump loud in my ears.... "Do you know what happens to bad girls in this house?" He asked me....I did know. I nodded. 

It was something I had always been terrified of, something I thought would be painful and especially degrading though I couldn't really explain why...it was something that he had threatened me with several times when I'd especially displeased Him, but He’d never done.

Yes, I did know, but I did not want to say it out loud. "Tell Me." He said, holding my face in His hands. "Please, don't make me say it." I begged Him. "Come on, now." He responded patiently. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying my discomfort. "What happens to bad girls in this house?" He repeated.

I shifted around uncomfortably, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I looked at the floor. I clasped my hands in front of me. He was going to make me say it, my face turning nearly as red as my ass, I said, quietly, "Bad girls….get….fucked in the ass." I said it very quietly, almost a whisper. "That's right." He said, "They do." He had a very satisfied look on His face.

HER PUNISHMENT PART THREE

He led me over to the couch, back in front of the tequila bottle and I tried to sit down, but my behind hurt too much, so I knelt down on my knees in front of the coffee table and poured myself another shot of tequila...then another....anticipation killing me while He busied Himself in the next room.

Finally He returned, I wanted Him to be pleased with me, I would do anything for Him. He approached me, I swallowed another shot of tequila and leaned forward where He stood to rest my cheek on His thigh...I looked up at Him adoringly. "I am Yours." I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say, though my words did come out kind of slurry. "Has My little one had enough tequila, now?" He asked me, taking away the bottle, His voice a bit kinder than before. I nodded and He lifted me onto the couch.

He positioned me on my hands and knees and I heard Him remove His pants. He moved very slowly, my face was buried in a pillow so I couldn’t see Him, but I could feel His every move. I knew He could see me trembling, my entire body shook with fear & anticipation. He picked up a bottle of baby oil that He must have stored in the refrigerator and began to drip small drops of it all over my burning hot behind. One drop, then another, then another, slowly….slowly. The freezing cold liquid ran slowly down my body, causing me to shiver and it puddled at the arch in the small of my back and glided down my crack creating a slick trail. 

He massaged the oil into my behind…squeezing and smoothing, causing both relief and pain depending on his stroke.  He did not speak at all, only positioned Himself behind me. He slid His rock hard cock all around my pussy, teasing me, wetting it with my juices and the baby oil, rubbing my clit and coming close to penetrating my pussy, but not doing so. I began to pant into the pillow….God, god, god. He felt so good. I wondered in awe at His complete ability to own me…His ability to make me feel SO bad and SO good at the same time. I wanted to come….oh how i NEEDED to come.

 

As He again came close to pushing Himself inside my pussy, I shifted my weight suddenly and tried in vain to push myself rapidly backwards so that He would finally be buried inside my pussy.  He pushed His hand firmly to the small of my back to hold me still. “Ah, ah, ah….” He admonished. “You don’t want me to tie you up again, do you?” He asked. “No, no!” I cried…my voice muffled by the pillow…. “Then stay still," He insisted, "you know I have other plans for you.”  My muddled mind raced, He wouldn’t.  He wouldn’t.

 

I groaned as He positioned the tip of His cock so that He could penetrate my virgin ass…. “You know you’ve been very bad, don’t you?” He asked me…pushing forward a bit, causing me to tense every muscle in my body and whimper a bit. “Yes.” I whimpered.   With that, He began to slowly push Himself inside of me. The pain was very intense….  “Ow, ow, ow, ow…” I whimpered and tried to move away from Him. One of His hands still rested firmly at the small of my back and He is so strong...I couldn’t move away. Since I could no longer move and the pain was becoming more intense, in a panic I reached around behind me and tried to push Him away from me with my hands. 

“No, no…ow…ow.” I cried into the pillow…my hand flailing around behind me, pushing at Him frantically.  “Please, please, please…don’t….don’t.”  I began sobbing.  He continued to push forward, relentlessly.  His free hand wrestled with mine briefly. Each time He grabbed my hand it would slip free, since His hand was slippery with baby oil.  I tried to push Him away until He finally caught hold of my hand and held it firmly behind my back, pressed painfully down so that I couldn’t fight Him anymore. With one more final push He was fully inside me….it hurt, just plain hurt, then He pulled slowly out, then moved slowly back in once, then twice, each movement excruciating.

 

Then suddenly my hand relaxed under His and since I no longer struggled He released His hold on both my hand and my lower back.  I stopped struggling because through the pain the most delicious feeling began to spread through my entire body. My clit was so sensitive and swollen. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

It still hurt, but it felt decadently good as well. Words to describe it escape me. He hadn’t just called me a bad girl, He had quite literally turned me into a bad girl at that moment. “How does that feel?” He asked me, grabbing my hips and driving Himself harder and deeper into my most forbidden of holes. “It hurts.” I whined, and it was true, it did hurt, yet even as I said it, I found myself pushing backward in order to drive Him further and harder inside of me. I didn’t want to talk about it…it was too hard to admit how I felt. I just wanted to FEEL.

 

“Do you want Me to stop?” He asked. My mind screamed, “No, no, no!   Don’t stop! PLEASE don’t stop!” but I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say it. What would it mean if I said it? I moaned. My orgasm was so close. He was pushing me to discuss it. I couldn’t. I couldn’t. “Do – you – want – Me - to - stop?” He asked me again…this time enunciating each word carefully. I knew that meant He expected an answer or He WOULD stop. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” I moaned. I clenched my fists in my hair which was covering my face and the pillow. I was lost. Completely lost. 

“Please, Sir…” I moaned…. “Mmmm….god…..pleeeease, Sir….” I begged. “What?” He asked me. “Please what?”  I shook my head and drove myself hard against Him. “Please, DON’T STOP.” I finally said it, through clenched teeth. I was defeated, betrayed by my own desire. He growled, then, like an animal…it was probably the single most arousing sound I have ever heard.

 

“What do you want?” He asked me…His level of control was astounding, He was directing me, leading me, in the midst of this moment. How was He DOING that? I could barely form a lucid thought, so strong was my physical reaction, so single was my motivation for release. (I still don’t know how He does it.)

   

I struggled to answer Him. “I want….mmmmmm…oh……god…..I want….” my mind was spinning….my body was responding independent of any thought in my head…and I wanted SO MUCH at that moment. I wanted Him to fuck my ass….mmmm….YES I did….I wanted to feel Him fill me with his cum….and I wanted Him to make me come…oh…how I wanted Him to make me come.

 

All of those desires came tumbling from my mouth, in what order, now, I certainly don’t know. But I just blurted it all out. All the dirty, dirty thoughts inside me, now He knew. He knew me completely and I had given Him....would give Him...every little bit of me.  It's quite an odd sensation, when you realize that.

“Ohhhh…” He said, “What a dirty little whore you really are….” He paused…then said the words I had been waiting for....longing for....the words that I would’ve done absolutely ANYTHING He asked me to do in order to hear…. “Come for Me.”  He said.

And then it was as if the whole world exploded and it was so very intense that I can’t even explain how it felt. I came a split second before He did…and the feeling was mind-blowing. It was as if I disappeared completely into the feeling, like I didn’t even exist aside from the powerful force that shook me to my core. And when the earth-shattering feeling began to dissipate, there was Him….only Him. 

For several long seconds, I couldn’t stop moaning or shaking…so wildly powerful had been my orgasm…He rolled me onto my back and stretched out beside me on the couch and pulled me tightly to His chest. He waited for my moans to die down to amazed whimpers and satisfied purrs. The trembling wouldn’t stop for about 30 more minutes or so. 

“How is My beautiful little girl?” He asked me, my head resting on His shoulder, as we laid naked together on the couch. He was gently stroking my hair, which was still damp with sweat. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could say. I wrapped myself around Him and snuggled up closer. If I could’ve somehow climbed inside of Him, I would’ve. It was as if I couldn’t get close enough to Him.

“Thank you.” i cooed. “Thank you, Sir.” He chuckled softly, His chest rising and falling as He did so. He sat up and reached for my favorite boots, then slid them onto my feet…gently zipping them both up. I smiled at Him happily and curled up to him again, still naked, but for my boots, which He obviously felt, that I once again deserved.

 

“Are you pleased with me?” I asked Him. He sounded relaxed and happy, I looked in His eyes and saw once again the eyes of someone who loved me, wholly and completely. I had been bad, I had upset Him, but all was forgiven now. There would be no grudges. His forgiveness had been granted completely and without condition, we would never, ever speak of my infractions again. I felt whole and complete again.  The warmth of His approval washed over me like warm rain.

 

“Of course I am pleased with you…” He reassured me, kissing me softly on the lips. “you did very well tonight.” He complemented me. “you were very brave.” My eyes filled with tears as He spoke. “you are so dear to Me, little one.” He smiled at me then and I knew that I would always belong to Him, body & soul.