-First-

“This is where I prove myself,” I say, my breath on your clit making you squirm against the rope, “and keep my intended pace no matter how hungry for you I am.” It’s a tremendous challenge for me to hold back, as my mouth hovers over your ready clit and I’m watching the glass dildo in my hand slide in and out of you slowly. Your wet lips grab at every thick vein of the dildo in a way that drives me wild.

You moan beautifully for me but your mind wanders, thinking back to how the evening began.

We’d started by tying you simply with hands over head and legs both spread and tied ankle to thigh. I was gentle, slow, and intent both on checking your safety and selfishly enjoying every moment of my hands on your skin. I did intricate work on your legs, making each loop around your calf and thigh tight before dropping a few inches and starting another. By the time I got to your ankles and finished the tie you had only the slightest mobility left in your knees. When I tied you spread to the foot of the bed, it revealed your lips already wet from the caressing and bondage.

I laid at the foot of the bed and kissed my way up your folded legs from ankle to knee and slid back down your thigh before switching legs and starting again. My fingertips traced little patterns into your calves and thighs as I moved. You knew it was intentional that my warm breath on your lips made you shudder each time I switched sides. Sometimes you thought you felt the barest graze of my lips or tongue on you as I passed.

Taking a moment to first enjoy how your arms tied overhead presented your breasts for me, I crawled up the bed to rest beside you. Running my hands from your fingers down over the rope cuffs, I continued beyond to your arms and shoulders. I leaned in to your ear to tell you how much you pleased me, how much I wanted you, and how long I was willing to wait to make sure it was explosive.

My hands slid down to your chest and sides, avoiding your breasts. Letting you feel how hard I was against your thigh as I positioned myself more over you, I let you feel my hot breath on your neck a moment before kissing it. My hand was in your hair, less pulling and more pinning your head where I wanted, as I lightly kissed, sucked, and sometimes playfully bit your neck. I stopped only to come up and nibble your earlobe before telling you that you were totally mine in this moment, that I loved it, and that I wanted it to last indefinitely.

You noticed that my arm that was propping me up was between your legs and dangerously close to letting the small bones of my wrist push against your waiting lips. You tried to strain and flex to make contact but the bondage was too tight. You moaned in frustration as I continued to enjoy your neck. “Touch me,” you asked but my answer - that I would touch you when I wanted to and not a moment before - made you groan. You turned your head and bit my earlobe, promising me all the pleasures you knew I needed from you, but I silently pulled your head back down to the pillow by your hair.

I slid down your body and threatened to skip all teasing of your breasts, holding my mouth just above your nipple. “If somebody can’t have the discipline to wait for you, they aren’t really deserving of the joy of your submission, are they?” I said with my gaze locked on yours. A glint in my hand caught your eye, and you saw I was holding my pinwheel, looking sharp and wicked, over the other side of your torso.

Seeing the pinwheel hovering over your sensitive skin made your breath catch, but it was my mouth that moved first. I engulfed your nipple in an instant, and as you got used to the shock of both my warm mouth and my tongue starting to tentatively dart out and touch you forgot about the threat of the pinwheel. Your body shook and thrashed as much as it could totally bound as the pinwheel rolled up your side. It felt cold and sharp and dangerous but you reminded yourself how tame it actually was despite the intensity of sensation.

I didn’t let up on either front. Your nipple hardening fast in my mouth, I accelerated my pace. My tongue swirled in firm circles around it as I gently applied suction. The pinwheel trailed more boldly into sensitive places, running from your thigh up your body with each passing crossing over more and more of your other breast.

Breaking my suction, I left your nipple standing wet and hard as I switched sides. I kissed my way around your breast before giving the nipple the same treatment as the first. Now that the pinwheel was working up your other side it was getting dangerously close to the erect nipple in a way that made your breath catch. Each trip it got a little closer until it was traversing your areola, and your body froze with anticipation. I paid your reaction no mind and continued to suck and lick and enjoy the feel of you in my mouth.

When the pinwheel rolled directly over your nipple your back arched reflexively, unintendedly making the contact more intense and sending a shock through your whole body. Caught up in catching your breath you didn’t notice me abandon your other breast and sit up. When I put the wheel on your side and started to move it horizontally across your chest, you realized that the pinwheel was going to go over both breasts and nipples, and watching it roll up the swell of your first breast made your body try to twist away to no avail.

Once again the contact on the nipple made you moan and stretch the ropes on both legs and wrists. You hadn’t anywhere near caught your breath when it rolled over your other nipple, forcing even louder noises and stronger movement out of you. I was merciful and stopped, letting you and your breathing relax. You thought of times I had been brutal with sensation, running the wheel steadily over your most sensitive and vulnerable spots again and again.

“You are being so pleasing for me,” I told you face to face before laying down beside your bound body. Backing off on sensation, I let myself trace your shoulders and arms while you cooled down. Your breath caught again, though, when you felt my index fingertip touch your clit. I let the moment hang in the air, remaining completely still before finally applying a tiny bit of movement and pressure. I circled the clit gently and you moaned for me again.

“I don’t like being edged,” you said.

“Are you close to coming?” I asked in return.

“No.”

“Then you aren’t being edged, you are being a good girl - patient for me to explore”

You moaned as I punctuated my words with more pressure against your clit, almost purring for me. Sliding my finger down, I let it gently follow the outline of your wet lips down and up again the other side. In the middle I teasingly let the barest tip of my finger slide almost inside, threatening to finger you, before pulling away and continuing my trip around. You were so good for me, enduring my love of touching you for as long as I wanted.

Used to the rhythm of being traced and touched, you gasped when I pulled away. I returned with the thick glass dildo, veins spiraling around its shaft, in hand. I teased you awfully with it just as I had with my finger. I let the weight push against you as I slid its shaft up and down your pussy. Each bump gave you an electric little shock as it passed over your clit.

I sensed you were about to ask for more and preemptively put my other hand over your mouth, once again signaling that I expected you to abide by my pace and desire. You moaned into and teasingly licked my hand while I slid the now soaking wet dildo up and down you again and again.

I paused, letting the tip hang just before entering you. My hand slipped around from your mouth to the back of your neck, pulling your head off the bed and face to face with me. “Do you want me to?” I asked.

“Mmm,” you replied.

I swirled the tip of the dildo slightly, pushing your lips apart. “Mmm? Be clear.”

“Yes, please”

“You always told me you’d be polite if I earned it; I’m hoping to remind tonight that submission to me can be fun.”

I let the dildo slide in and you moaned, this time not solidly but with your breath hitching delightfully for me.

In the present you are watching me watch it slide in and out of you still, entranced by every aspect of penetrating you. Totally spread and bound, all you can do is be vulnerable and observed intensely. You notice just from my quickening breath on your clit that it excites me very much. I watch your lips grab at the dildo as it slides out, and at great effort restrain myself from tasting how wet you make it. I’m staring at your spread pussy being penetrated when I ask if this is the kind of situation that would make you post the bashful monkey emoji.

As you begin to affirm I interrupt by swatting your clit with my fingers. You stop talking but I continue to bring my fingers down sharply on the clit every few seconds until your legs are shaking in the bondage. No longer able to take the performance you are giving me, I dive in and wrap my mouth around your clit, accelerating the dildo as I do so. Finally you are loud for me, filling the room with both the moans I was looking for and the wet noises of the dildo pumping in and out of you. I fuck you with it at the pace I fuck you for real, fast and hard in and slow out.

“May I please?” you ask.

“Yes” I say because I have a total and complete weak spot for expressions of your pleasure.

The strength of you flexing your body as you come finally tests my ropework, and I feel your clit pushed against my tongue. I don’t let up at all, trying to match the volume of your moans with the sounds of the dildo fucking you, nor do I let up even as you are catching your breath and trembling. So enamored with your sounds of pleasure am I that I reach up with my other hand and pull your hair, asking “surely you’ve another for me after all that teasing?”

Suddenly you are crashing against me and moaning again, and I’m in heaven feeling and hearing you. You can’t see and are in no condition to notice even if you could but my cock is hard and dripping a river of precome from the joy of experiencing you.

I untie your legs from the bed itself, letting your hips move even if your knees are locked shut by the remaining rope. Roughly I grab your thighs and flip you, leaving you kneeling, bent forward, with your arms pulled overhead. Wasting no time, I slide myself into you from behind and we moan together. Once again my hands are rough and firm on your hips, holding you pinned as I take you. I lose myself in the sensation, fucking you hard enough for the impact to reverberate through your body. I see your bound hands clawing at the pillows above you and it only makes me want to take you harder.

Your legs, still bound folded, bar me from accessing your clit to my frustration. I’m forced to break my pace as I lean forward and untie the rope keeping your thick rope wrist and forearm cuff pulled to the headboard. “Bring your hands between your legs,” I say with an urgency and need that makes you want to obey, and you do. Before I return all my efforts to fucking you with passion and intensity, I grab your remote wand and hand it to you. “Put that right on your clit. Hard.” You obey once again, pushing the vibrating head into your clit and making your thighs quiver as much as they can given your position. As I pick up pace and fuck you hard once more, the combination of sensations almost sends you over the edge again.

I decide what I want is intimacy and pull out before firmly rolling you once more onto your back. I push forward and continue to take you missionary, my hips pushing the wand even harder into your clit each thrust. You never moved it, even when I was flipping your body over, because that is where I had told you to leave it.

My hand reaches out and grabs your neck firmly, effortlessly pinning you. “My Stray?” I ask. You can’t move your head but peer down at me silently. “Come for me.” I command.

Right away you are coming hard for me, moaning and hips bucking, with your hands obediently keeping the wand pushed into your oversensitive clit. Your ragged moans just make me fuck you harder and pin you more firmly by your neck.

Before you’ve even finished this orgasm I take my other palm and push it almost cruelly against the head of the wand, putting incredible pressure on your clit as the vibrations jackhammer it. “I want another. Now,” I say and your body obeys me. The line between orgasms is blurred as another crashes into you. Your hands fly up and find my forearm, feeling the muscles pinning you hard as cast iron.

I continue to fuck you and only let up my pressure on the wand once your hips and legs are a shaking mess. When I release your neck, lean in close, and start to moan loudly in your ear it almost makes you come again, especially once you feel my cock pulse and start to fill you with my cum. I hold you tight and moan your name as I let my own orgasm wash over me.

We wait in the dark, catching our breath.

Eventually I grab your phone and open the camera to give you some souvenirs. My cum dripping out of you. Your wrist cuff. The intricate ropework folding your legs. I untie you, wrists and legs, and continue to take shots for you of the rope marks.

I put your phone down and begin to rub each limb in turn, moving from shoulder to fingertip and hip to feet, helping guide your circulation and sensation back to normal. I rotate between them until I notice sleep beginning to take hold of you. I pull the blankets over us, slide in behind you spooned tightly against your form, and wrap you in my arms.

-In Between-

I'm asleep when you crawl into bed.

You plop yourself down unceremoniously next to me, facing away. This is the game you play to get me to put you where I want you, close to my chest.

Rousing myself slowly I first pull the blankets up and around your body. My hands start to roam, running first gently down your back in a caress and then up it in firm purposeful circles along the side of your spine to melt your stress. You know I’ll get the other side of your back once you flip and press yourself into me; we’ve done this many times before.

More awake, I grow more determined to put my strength into working out your soreness. My other hand holds your shoulder to keep your body steady while I make my way up your back again and again. I branch out on occasion to get your shoulder and the sides of your chest. Sitting up, I ball my hand into a fist and push into your hip. You moan a bit, not from passion but relief. I put my weight into it and your groan as I move from spot to spot and angle to angle, meticulously attacking your tension.

You flip and stretch slow and catlike on the bed. I give your other hip the same attention as the first. I lay down, and you roll over and press yourself into me, head on my shoulder. Now my hand goes down the other side of your back, pressing those same stress relieving circles into your muscles.

You slide against me more firmly and wrap your leg over mine. Your nudity and warmth, especially the softness of your thighs and the faint wetness I feel against my own leg, arouse me but I’m exhausted. So, I assume, are you as you yawn against my chest. I run my hand through your hair and you put yours gently against my chest.

I explore you gently. My fingertips trace circles around your shoulder and lines down your arm. My other hand meets yours on my chest and softly plays with your fingers. Your breathing becomes more regular as I touch, settling into the rhythm of sleep.

I close my eyes. In the morning I’ll go grab a donut for you and a black coffee for myself, and we will sit in bed and chat and laugh before you leave for your day.

-Last-

I’m reading in bed when you enter, comfy against my headboard. You kneel at the end of the bed and wait for my attention.

I look up and my eyes widen as you open your coat and reveal nothing but mesh lingerie underneath. You look down, inviting my gaze to follow. When I see a string of cum drip out of you and down onto my bed it makes me sit fully upright. You smile, reminding me of nothing more than a cat who has brought a mouse and laid it at my feet.

“That’s brave, but are you brave enough to come over here?” I ask.

You giggle. As you crawl forward and over me you ask, “Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be? It’s my bed you are crawling into right now. Take off my shirt.”

You unbutton my top button before grabbing the shirt and pulling it half apart, sending the next two buttons flying. “Oops,” you say.

“Oh, you are asking for it in a way you never have before” I get my hands on your shoulders and hips and pull you easily across my lap face down. A crack fills the room as my hand lands on your exposed cheek. You know it’s not the first handprint your bratty ass will get tonight. I land multiple spanks with one hand as my other pulls your hair tightly, arching your body against my lap.

My fingers move between your legs, and I dive two fingers in without any of my usual preamble or teasing. The cum inside you lets them slide in easily, and you squirm as I explore you much rougher than normal. Two fingers become three and you gasp as my thumb circles your anus. You feel lube cold and slippery drip onto your ass and my thumb starts to work it inside you with gentle pressure. You brace yourself and suddenly my thumb slides in but my other fingers don’t slow.

You are used to lots of foreplay before I’m rough or ride you hard but minutes into this session my thumb is in your ass and my fingers are darting in and out of you. Wondering if you’ve actually gotten in over your head you continue to moan into the bedsheets.

You surprise yourself by asking “May I, please?”

I do not respond. More accurately, I say nothing but increase my pace and the firmness with which my fingers move.

“Please? Please?” you ask.

I say nothing once more. If I were not pulling your hair so hard you’d be trying to slam your hips into my hand, but I force you to lay relatively still and simply experience me. The built up pressure begins to overwhelm you and you feel the imminent orgasm. You are about to warn me but suddenly I remove my hand entirely, making you gasp instead.

“You are mean tonight,” you say.

“Uh huh,” I respond, “Now come kneel by the headboard.”

You obey, curious about what I’m about what comes next.

I push your knees apart, spreading your kneeling stance. Hand on the back of your neck, I pull your body forward leaving your prostrate before me. Walking to my dresser I return with a remote thrusting dildo.

You are about to protest trying it but I stop you with a finger on your lips. You bite it softly. “I’ll not start it thrusting until you ask, deal?”

“Mmm” you reply.

I take my finger back and reach down under you to give your nipple a shocking little twist and pull. “Speak up.” I ask.

“Yes, deal.”

I affix the toy to my headboard and then grab your hips to effortlessly pull your body to align with it. I guide you, more gently now, until the tip is just parting your wet lips and inside you.

“Now what,” you ask. I silence you with a finger on your lips and you bite it again, maybe with a bit more force this time. I smile and lay alongside your body, but face up on my back, and look into your eyes.

“Now I tease you until you ask for it.”

I reach my hand underneath you and head directly to your clit. Bypassing all of my usual caressing and build up I push my fingers firmly into it and move them in a pleasurable little circle against you. You moan appreciatively but refrain from grinding into my hand and impaling yourself deeper on the dildo.

Soon you realize that although I started strong I’ve no intention of escalating. Seconds of firm touch to your clit turns to minutes and then turns into almost a half hour. Unable to come from this pressure but stubbornly wanting not to ask for more, you endure. You drip over the Gravity and down onto my hand and moan into the bed. I stop only to occasionally punctuate things by bringing my fingers up to pinch your nipples.

You are settling in for an extended battle of wills when I turn the toy’s vibration on. It takes your breath away to find out how much the teasing has aroused you as the vibes send radiating warmth and tingling through your body. I continue to rub your clit.

“Okay, okay. You get the win,” you say.

I neither respond nor change my behavior.

“Turn it on, please,” you ask, assuming I want to hear it formally.

Again I do nothing.

“You promised,” you say with a slight edge of whining entering your voice.

Now I move, sitting up slightly so I can reach your ass and bring my other hand down sharply on it. “I said I’d not start it until you asked, not that I’d start it at your beck and call.”

You giggle. “What was the spanking for then?”

“I think I’ve sufficiently proven to you that in bed my word is law. And maybe I just like leaving my handprint on you,” I say with my forehead tenderly touching yours. I remove my hand from your clit, leaving you with only the vibes and barely-counting-as-penetration of the dildo.

Kneeling next to your hips, I reapply lube to my hand. This time I slide my index finger into your ass and am rewarded with a deep and throaty moan. I push forward, adding my middle finger, forcing your moans to catch and become more irregular. When my ring finger slides in too you gasp and tell me it is too much but continue to submit.

“Ahhhhhhh” you yell into the bed as my pinkie pushes in and completes the set of four fingers sliding in and out of your ass. Your moans are short and desperate and you can barely take the sensation of fullness.

I turn the thrusting dildo on and it mercilessly pumps in and out of you, sliding effortlessly thanks to how soaking wet you are.

“Too much. Too much!” you say. This is not the safeword.

“You asked for too much when you came into my bed like this, my stray.”

Despite my words, I pull my fingers out of your ass mercifully. The dildo does not stop pounding you and vibrating strongly in waves. You feel me return to the bed and realize you didn’t notice I got up. I pull your chin up to look at me using the handle of the tawse you see is now in my hand.

“I’d like to play a game,” I say, kneeling directly in front of you. My cock is aligned with your face now, and you see my arousal in the string of precome stretching down from the tip. “Take me in your mouth,” I continue.

Eager to please and eager to win, you draw me into your mouth and delight in my moan.

I grab your hair tight, fixing you in place to listen to me. “If you let yourself get distracted, I’ll be making your ass red,” I say.

You moan around my cock, making me shudder. You gasp around it in surprise, too, when I show you that the Gravity had more speed I was holding back. Wet sounds again fill the bedroom as I increase the vibration too.

With a sharp crack each time the tawse comes down once, twice, then three times on your ass. You’d gotten distracted by the intense movement of the dildo. The strikes did sting but in a way that was not awful to endure. The sting provided a contrast to the pleasure of the dildo’s motion, mixing pain and pleasure in a way that made you heady. You moaned appreciatively, now returning my earlier favor and sending radiating tingling through my body.

“Look at you, my bratty sub, being thankful for being spanked. You are almost docile for me for once,” I say to taunt you.

You let your teeth graze the sensitive underside of my shaft now and I grit my teeth. This time the tawse comes down on your other cheek in a different rhythm. Instead of the firm pause and sharp spank from before these strikes come faster and less intense. It’s overwhelming in a different way, with less sting but no room to breathe. You lose count of how many times I do it but stop applying teeth to my shaft.

“Am I hard enough to fuck you?” I ask, placing the tawse down on the bed.

You nod without daring to break pace. You feel my desire in how I pulse and throb in your mouth. I pull back and stand on the bed, coming behind you between you and the headboard. I squat down and you realize that I’ve no intention of moving the dildo.

“Oh no no no no, that’s actually too much,” you say. This is also not the safeword.

“You came into my bed asking for too much. Begging for it really, with your behavior,” I reply. The head of my cock is stretching your ass open as I drench it in lube. As I move forward slowly you twist the sheets in your grip and yell into the bed. You drown out the whir of the thrusting dildo and the sounds of it fucking you.

Legs shaking from the intensity of me buried inside you, you squirm slightly against the now incredibly full feeling of the toy’s motion. I moan softly, enjoying what portion of the movement and vibration is transferred to me. Sheets still balled tightly in your hands, you deliver long, strained moans into my bed.

“You came to my bed with a bold taunt, you wanted me to do something bold in return, right?” I say as I start to slowly move inside you.

“Mhmm mhmm” you reply.

I accelerate my pace, starting to come to speed with the toy. You thrash but my hands are so tight on your hips as I squat behind you that there is nowhere to go. “I feel like I asked you to speak up,” I say.

“Yes,” is all you can manage to return.

I keep myself out of phase with the dildo, so it slams into your pussy as I pull out of your ass and it is drawing itself out as I pound in. Your thighs shake which spurs my excitement and draws me forward harder. I experiment with staying in phase with the toy, both me and the dildo surging forward simultaneously. The variation in sensation makes you moan and your throat is getting dry from being so loud for me.

I’m moaning too, sometimes transitioning to a low rumbling growl. “You are perfect,” I say.

You try to form words in response but the vibrations and double penetration are taking your breath away. Instead you mindfully enjoy all the sensations: My hands pinning your hips as I fill you so tight it is a challenge to bear, the intense fullness of experiencing both the dildo and my throbbing cock, and the sound of my moans. You realize your pleasure is just at the edge of climax.

“May I?” you ask breathlessly.

“Come? Yes, come hard for me.”

The orgasm really crashes into you this time. Legs quivering, yelling, and pussy clamping hard on the motion of the dildo, you thrash under my unrelenting grip. The experience is overwhelming and you close your eyes tight and endure.

When you open them there is quiet. Neither I nor the dildo are inside you, and you are resting on my chest. “Mhmm?” you ask drowsily.

I stroke your hair. “Your body tapped out for you.”

Pressing yourself into me you purr and ask if I came.

“No, but I was probably going to save myself for round two anyway,” I reply.

Giggling, you ask “Oh, and what will that be now?”

“I take you into the office and either bend you over my desk or sit you on the edge. I haven’t decided yet. You can decide how rough you want it and tell me by how much of my stuff you knock on the floor.

“Mhmm,” you say as you nuzzle your face against my chest. You let yourself close your eyes again and enjoy the closeness and anticipation of more.