(I believe I might have posted this earlier but gotten rid of it when cleaning up posts. Sorry if so!)

You knock on my door late at night before huddling in your coat against the ocean winds. Your Uber drives off. I open the door and you look at the floor reflexively, remembering how sore I made you the last time during play you met my gaze without explicit permission. "May I come in Sir?"

"Yes." I step back and you follow.

Cupping your chin in my hand I lift your head. I'm expressionless but my blue eyes stand out in the twilight as I stare at you. "Did you have fun?" I ask.

You bite your lip. "Yes." My arm is around you now and I draw you a little closer.

While removing your coat I continue my interrogation. "Did you come hard?"

"Yes," you say a little too breathlessly as you remember squirting all over your lover's cock as it railed you. My arm tightens, pressing you against my body. "Did you come a lot?"

"So many times, Sir," you whisper into my ear. I'm holding you so tight that you could bend your knees and not fall.

"Mmmm," I say softly, "come on." You take off your shoes and follow me into the house, directly to the bedroom. I'm already there, arms out to my sides. You know the ritual, and draw in close to unbutton my shirt while leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. My shirt drops to the floor as you drop to your knees.

Taking my belt into your teeth because you know I love it, you pull it free of the buckle. You lean back to disengage it before pulling the belt free with your hands, leaving it on the bed in case it is needed. After unbuttoning my pants you let them drop to the floor.

I sit on the bed as you crawl forward. Kissing my thighs you enjoy the sight of my erection straining against my boxers. You remove my socks.

As I lay back on the bed you dutifully prepare for our play. You strip to your underwear with no ceremony and walk to the toy drawer to lay out the tools I might need. Turning the tawse in your hands you remember the blows it has delivered to your ass and thighs before placing it neatly on the bed.

You crawl to me, stopping to kiss your way along my legs. Pulling me out of my boxers you dispense with teasing and start a smooth rhythm of bobbing your head up and down on me.

"And did you show him a good time?" I ask.

You smile while dancing your tongue around the head of my cock. This is your moment of power where you decide by your demeanor how the night will go. When you act submissive, answering with a deferential "Yes, Sir" before returning to my cock, you know your evening will be wall to wall tender, almost reverential, teasing. My goal will be to extract the most explosive orgasm possible after extreme teasing and edging. And then to draw you into my arms, tell you to be very good for Sir and endure as many orgasms as your body can take.

You also know you could be a brat. You could try to taunt me with how well you drained his balls and swallowed his cum. Tell me my beautiful princess was a total slut for a fun and sexy man. Give me all the dirty details. You call this the "rough sex" route. But you just aren't in the mood to get manhandled and fucked senseless tonight.

You choose the most dangerous option - being a little shit right within arm's reach of the man you call Sir. You pull my cock from your mouth and roll on your back. "Make me tell you." My hand is immediately on your throat; you freeze but are smiling. You smile more when I roughly roll you over, grab your hips and lift them off the bed to leave you face down ass up.

The tawse stings, but I distribute the force in many small blows over your ass and thighs. Privately you've fantasized about being such an impossible brat that I really put my strength behind it, but tonight you relax and mindfully enjoy the experience.

Face down you have no idea what's coming. It could be a quick series of blows or the most tender and gentle caress you've ever felt. My kiss lands on your reddening skin as much as the tawse does. The mix of cortisol and endorphins, the pleasure and pain, make you feel euphoric and hyperfocused on your senses.

Sometimes the tawse draws a gentle line up your thigh or across your ass. Sometimes it delivers 10 or 12 consecutive strikes that test your endurance. After dragging the corner along your soaking wet pussy, I present it to you to taste. You suck all the fluid off.

"Look how soaked you are from being totally owned by me. You fucking love this."

"Hmm," you say while looking up as if thinking. "This is pretty salty. He fucked me so well that I don't remember all the details, but I think I let him cum in me bareback."

It's not the tawse that comes down but my hand, the hardest I've ever spanked you by far. You moan into the pillow, trying to keep your delight private.

"I'm sorry Sir it was just so good I told him I was his, no limits."

My hand makes you yelp this time. You'll feel it tomorrow, you know, but simultaneously will find my handprint incredibly erotic. A little temporary brand showing Sur's desire for you.

I leave you, and go grab a new toy. It's a clitoral clamp with a little chain and bell that we both thought was slightly silly but ordered on a lark. I swiftly put it on your clit and you shudder.

"If I hear this bell even one time you won't be able to walk out of here until half way through tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you say, body totally frozen. Maybe you pushed it too far this time.

My fingers explore you without any resistance, and move very slowly so as not to move the clamp. It's absolutely fucking excruciating; you remain motionless breathing hard but shallow into the pillow.

Repositioning myself by your head I continue to finger. The head of my cock is just a couple of centimeters from your mouth but my other hand is wrapped so tightly in your hair it has you pinned. You quietly ask, "May I?"

I respond, "If you can reach."

You can, just barely. Your tongue darts out to full extent and just touches the head. You focus on gently lapping up my precome to avoid thinking about my fingers inside you. You are pleased with yourself for giving me a display that made me leak like this.

The only sound in the bedroom is the gentle wet noises of my slow movement. I curl my fingers slightly inside you and the new stimulation is too much. Your leg twitches slightly and the bell rings.

For a moment everything is still. You are totally frozen, breath caught in your chest. My fingers don't move inside you. And then suddenly everything is happening at once: my hands are on your hips and my cock slides easily into you.

I pull out before slamming into you with an intensity you've never had from me. My thrusts drive your whole body into the bed and pillow. You know from the strength of my grip that there will be a map of fingerprint bruises on your hips. My hands pin you in place while I thrust.

You come quickly and without warning, squirting down my balls and thighs. I don't slow my pace even as you catch your breath. My moans are low and rumbling; I'm relentless in a way you've never felt.

I hand you a toy and you instinctually yell, "no!" I grab your wrist, put your hand directly on the vibrator, and firmly say, "Yes, right now." You moan, "no, no, no, no," into the pillow while I jackhammer your sensitive pussy.

Feeling another orgasm coming you ask to come but I tell you that the vibrator better be on your clit before you do. Your hand is shaking as you raise it up between your legs. It's turned up so strong that you know your wrist will be sore just from gripping it tightly.

As it touches your clit you scream into the pillow. This is too much; I've finally guided you to the edge of lay you can handle. Your clit is on fire in a mix of pleasure and pain and I simply will not stop or relent while fucking you.

Before you can say the safeword the orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs shake and the tension in your body just pushes the vibrator harder into your clit. You scream again into the pillow while the orgasm just continues rolling over you. When you finally come down you realize you are crying. You aren't sad but euphoric as you gently shake and sob into my pillow.

You choke out the safeword.

I freeze inside you. My hand is now firm and comforting on the small of your back. My other hand takes the vibrator. "Full stop or just the added toy?" I say after a moment.

You shudder as an orgasm aftershock runs through you. "Just the toy. Too much." I pull out, flip you over to your back, and lay between your legs. You squirm a little as my erection touches your clit.

I wipe away your tears and kiss your face. "You can do this then, I know you can." I slide back into you. Your pussy is sore and it aches from both my rough treatment and your earlier sex, but you love it. You moan for me and push your body closer to mine.

You can barely take even my gentle thrusting, but I asked you to be good so you grit your teeth and try. You are about to say the safeword again when I stop balls deep inside you and lean back. You arch your eyebrow at me. "Be brave for me," I respond.

I grind my fingers into your throbbing clit with zero preamble. It's the most excruciatingly intense sex act you've ever endured. When I pull my hand back and slap it hard it makes you gasp for air and I give you no breathing room. If I wasn't pulling your hair with my other hand you'd thrash off the bed.

You come again, another crashing orgasm that smashes into you in waves. You don't even realize you didn't ask for permission but I don't seem to notice or care. But I don't stop touching.

"Oh no no no no," you cry. I assure you that it's okay. That you can do one more. I slap your clit hard and you sputter out a moan. I push you absolutely to your limit. As I start to slowly move my cock inside you while not letting off one ounce of pressure on the clit your whole body shudders. It's too much now, both the sore feeling and the exquisite oversensitive pleasure drown your senses. You are almost delirious when the last orgasm hits. Your pussy clamping down on my cock both hurts and delights. My relentless pressure on your clit both hurts and delights. My hand is not in your hair but on your face, grounding you.

You have absolutely no idea how long you are in recovery in my arms. All you know is I'm holding you tight and gently stroking your face, shoulders, and arms. More aware and present now, you nuzzle into me. "Thank you, Sir," you purr. I kiss your forehead, say, "No, thank you" and kiss you intimately.