BDSM
Nov. 29, 2019


W and I began to play more frequently after I moved into the same town as her (mere happenstance) . She would finish work 1 night per week and come over. We played as though we were young kids. I would ravage her in every square inch of my small loft. Her clothes would be off within 2 minutes of entering the door. Our lips locked into an embrace. Picking her up, placing her on the counter, and spreading her legs around my body as I devoured her. We were hungry for one another, it was beyond anything, either one of us could comprehend. Our passion was intense...our physical acrobatics were challenging yet rewarding. She let me do whatever the fuck I wanted and I soaked in every damn second of it!

Our work nights were filled with late night texts. Long strings of word roller coasters, floating down the screen. I was hooked, and so was she. I couldn't wait to text her, but I was needing her more physically as well as mentally. We both needed that control, just on different ends of the spectrum.

Grabbing her head and moving in to taste her lips was intoxicating when we would see one another. Pushing her to her knees and ordering her to take it out. Her eyes glued to me as she began to reach for the belt, and with a grin I tell her that she is not to use her hands. The look of shock, followed by pure ecstatic satisfaction appeared on her gorgeous face. Her mind starting to work on how to solve this problem. She begins to try to remove my belt with no hands. Her mouth was the first attempt and it worked somewhat effectively. She eventually realized she would have to enlist the help of her beautiful feet to be successful. A task that normally should take seconds...turned into minutes as she methodically loosened, pulled, twisted and unclasped my leather belt. And just like that it came undone. My kitten was so proud of herself, as was I. But she still had to take it out to suck. Gritting the zipper she pulled it down. Next was how was she to unbutton my jeans. This took her far longer and lots of patience but she managed to complete it. Pulling the fabric of my jeans with her teeth, she lowered them to the ground as I stood and stepped out of them. Next, a more easier task was the removal of my underwear. One she did with relative ease compared to the previous stages.

She would begin to lick and suck gently on my cock. But I was clear from the very beginning that I will train her to be my perfect cock sucker. She accepted quickly and nearly came from the words alone. My Sub was directed in how to service me properly. A hand on her head directing and guiding. My whispered words in her ear controlling the movements of her lips and tongue.

I could easily tell she was enjoying herself immensely. That made 2 of us! We fucked hard in every position imaginable. Some, if it hadn't been for sex I would have never dared attempt them in the first place! We had to re-hydrate often as she was a squirter and multiple cummer. It was amazing...very wet...but amazing. I would bend her over in front of me, pulling her outstretched arms behind her and just piston inside of her with reckless abandon. A hand around each elbow to gain a better grip and pound into her with more force.

She was obedient, and would do anything I concocted in my head. Taking her to the porch she would stand bent over before me. Ass up I would smack it playfully. A squeal escaping her mouth and a sexy moan. Another smack of her incredible ass followed by another. The sound echoing through the trees of the rural property. My hand reaching around to find her wet and delicious pussy. Beginning slowly I would play and tease, 1 finger followed by 2 and then 3. I had her literally in the palm of my hand, working her sex like she was a violin. I could be rougher than I had been with other play partners, and she could take it...she wanted it...I wanted it! Cum after cum she covered my porch in her juices as my hand wrapped around her mouth whispering to stay quiet to avoid drawing attention to my little slut that was before me. She melted into my hands and the feeling was empowering.

"knees" I said. As she dropped before me, grabbing her hair I led her back inside. Sitting back in my chair I pull her up to straddle and face me. She impales herself on me as I command her to fuck. She begins to move slowly, lovingly. "Fuck harder" and just like that she quickly obeys. I could sense she was getting close to another release on top of me. "you are to ask permission to release" She looks at me to see if I was being serious...I was. "I didn't tell you to stop fucking", she restarts her movements on top of me. This time more slower than before to avoid cumming quickly. I smack her ass, feeling the imprint as I remove my hand "I said, fuck harder!" The sounds of skin on skin, 2 animals in heat reverberate in the room.

"May I cum?" she meekly asks. I tell her to ask me properly. "May I cum cum please?". Still not good enough I reply. She continues to bounce off of my thighs, thinking of the correct words to use. I grab her hair pulling it back so she can stare right at me as her hips continue to fuck my hard cock. Through gritted teeth, I tell her to say it properly. And with a clenched jaw she exhales the words that I was longing for, "Please Sir may I cum, please I beg of you Sir"

"CUM" I growl as I feel the explosion all over me and listen to her guttural scream all at once. I begin to count down from 100 as she looks at me quizzically. "Fuck harder!" The look of shock on her face as she fulfills my command.

"Please Sir may I please cum again for you?"

"Who are you cumming for?" I ask.

"For you Sir, it's always for you"

With a squint in my eye I look at her...."Cum". Again she explodes with an intensity I will never get used to experiencing. "27, 26, 25, 24.." I continue to count down.

"Please Sir may I cum again for you?"

"Cum".

This game would go on until I reached zero. We were cementing who we were to one another. I took her to bed and claimed her, telling her that she is mine. Showing her how she was mine now. When we were finished, my loft looked like it had just experienced a tornado. We laid on the bed a heap of exhausted mess. Holding one another in the after glow. She turns and looks at me and my smile. She asks what I was thinking about in that moment. As I turn to her my smile gets bigger. As I stare into her eyes, into her soul, I tell her how I was just thinking about what belongs to me, and what is now mine.

This events sparked another level to our relationship. One that went on to grow and flourish into what we have today. I look forward to sharing our journey with you all.

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