Coming Home ( 1 )


Bdsm, Fantasy
As I approach the front door I feel a hurry of hullabaloo as I know what is on the other slope and the sight that will recognise me when I open it. You will be kneeling naked apart from your collar, your hands clasped behind your head and your mouth wide open waiting for me. My hired man tremble as I fumble with the key knowing what delight awaits just a few feet away. I open the threshold slowly with the knowledge that in a few second gear my now backbreaking cock will be in your tender wet mouth. Imagine my horror and surprise to feel you are not there. I kick off my shoes and take the air barefoot into the kitchen knowing you must be somewhere in the house. You are n't in the kitchen or the dining room so I tiptoe to the sitting room and quietly glance through the half open room access. I can not believe the survey that meets my optic. You are lying on the sofa totally bare with your eyes closed. You have one hand on your bosom and your finger's breadth are slowly squeezing and rubbing your concentrated vertical mammilla. Your legs are gap wide and your early hand is over your puss, your index finger is buried deep in your cunt and your thumb is gently rubbing your vain clit. You are moaning and groaning as your body starts to whrithe in disco biscuit. I stand and watch you for a few minutes feeling myself inure more all the prison term. I am shocked but at the like time mesmerised while I 'm watching you pleasure yourself. However I can not grant this to go forward, I gently cough but you 're so engrossed in what you 're doing you do not hear me. I cough again and this time it has the desired upshot. Immediately you sit up like a startled coney and for a brief 2nd look me straight in the eye. As your cheeks redden you avert your gaze as you do not live where to see and you put your hand across your mouth and dedicate a half-hearted yawn.

'Would you care to explain yourself slut ?'I shout at you'just what on dry land do you recollect you are doing .'

You pretend to yawn again and stretch as if you had just woken up.

'I am so sorry I must have fallen asleep and been dreaming of you fucking me'you replied with your eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

'The the true please'I said.

You waited for a moment while clearly trying to think of some excuse.

'I want the trueness and now and do n't lie to me slut or you will only puddle things unsound for yourself. Now where you really asleep and dreaming ?'

Again you hesitated before replying and then mumbled under your breath.

'Ummm no I was n't departed, I am so so so sorry. I do n't know what came over me but it was the view of you that made me do it .'

You could smell out my ire and disappointment in you and to try and make amends you reached out and started to stroke my bulging cock through my pant but I moved away.

'You do n't deserve that, it has to be earned my lilliputian one. Now tell me what you are .'

'I am a slut .'

'What are you ?'

'I am a filthy niggling cumslut who does n't deserve to play with your rooster .'

I reach for your atomic number 82 and snip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to crap me a Coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the storey and fill it with urine, if you 're going to behave like an animate being you can imbibe like one. You crawl to the bowl and bend your head to depart drinking having first fix sure that your tooshie is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your firm backside and your wet cunt might carry me to show a piddling indulgence in what you know you have coming to you.

Although you feel a degree of base hit in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to bechance will happen upstairs, the coldness of the stone is starting to pain your bare knees and paw as you kneel there. You feel a slight sense of relief when I take hold of your lead again and psyche towards the steps. You crawl slowly across the cold floor until you reach the stairs the one at a meter still on all fours make your way up them. Once in the bedroom I instruct you to place upright and locate your cuffs around your wrists then clip them to the back of your collar. You 're standing there with your hands secured behind your head and your ramification slightly apart. I reach into the draw play and bring about your blindfold which I place across your eyes. You then hear the attraction open again but do not get it on for what purpose I have opened it and you start to tremble in anticipation. You feel what you think is my finger's breadth running across your knocker but somehow it does n't find quite right. You feel my foot against yours pushing your ramification wide-cut apart then let out a slight gasp as my script touches your twat. You feel me crowd your wet lips together and let out a tenuous cry as you realise it was the clothes pegs that I was fetching from the draw play. Squeezing your pussy lips together I place three stick on them to hold them together. I place my deal on your shoulders and jumper cable you across the way, then stop and telll you to digest still.

'Now my little one'I say'when I remove the blindfold you are to stay in this position until I tell you otherwise. You are to depend in the mirror and clear your mind of all thoughts apart from what you did before .'

As I remove the blindfold it takes a moment for your oculus to center. You find yourself in the corner of the way facing the mirror and you realise there is something written across your knocker. It takes you a moment to control what is written as it is reversed in the mirror but then it becomes clear that the discussion is'slut .'You hear the door close behind me but you do not motivate or turnaround to see if I actually have left the and elbow room, besides you can not read your eyes off the mirror or the word on your knocker that describes your behaviour so aptly. You start to lose track of time, it feels like hr although you realise it is probably only minutes before you hear the door handle turn again. Out of the corner of your eye you see me going to the bath and return with a humble paw towel and immediately you know what this means. I place it on the floor and instruct you to stand on it. This is n't the number one meter I have used the towel so you know what to look, you know you will be caned and if at any full point during the caning you step off the towel I will protrude all over again. I only need to tick my fingerbreadth and point at the towel and you know what is expected of you. You position yourself with your legs apart and your feet on the towel, you bend forwards with your bridge player on your knee presenting your keister for me to correct. In front of you on the dressing table are an array of whips and boat paddle and you wait nervously to see which one I will take. My manus hovers over the leather party whip and your heart misses a beatnik as you know the pang this one can bring down. You breathe a slight sigh of stand-in when at the last moment I select the paddle.

'I think we need to make this a bit more interesting .'I say as I reach back into the attraction and produce the metal nipple clinch joined by the metal mountain chain. It does n't take a great deal clip rubbing them with my fingerbreadth before your nipples are tight and tumid. I slowly tighten the clamps as your nipples flatten under the pressure and then I attach a medium-size weight unit to the middle of the chain. You know that you will not be capable to keep perfectly still while being caned and the swinging of the weight unit will elongate and pull on those poor slight buds. You wonder how many accident you are to receive & your query is soon answered as I inform you it will be 12 and you will give thanks me after each cerebrovascular accident. You brace yourself ready for the low stroking but instead of a sharp stinging you feel me gently stroking your rear end with the leather boat paddle until the moment I pull it away and you clench yourself set up. You hear a swish as it cuts through the air and narrowly misses your bottom and you wonder if it was deliberate or a mistake. You feel sure the second time it will make contact but again you just feel a rush of air across your waiting impertinence. Foolishly you start to loose a little and just as you do the leather slaps hard across your nates. Try as you might you ca n't facilitate but bumble slightly though managing to say in position on the towel and you remember to count out aloud'one thank you .'Each prison term the coggle makes tangency you feel the stinging increasing and are imagining how red your cheeks must be getting and mysterious down you hope it is having the in demand effect on me. As you count out loud your body starts to shake causing the weight to take out on your poor little nipples as it swings backwards and forwards & also each clip you clench it pulls the thole that are holding your puss lips together. After the 11th stroking, you think to yourself that there is only one to go and although atrocious they have so far been sufferable. You brace yourself for the last one but it is not forthcoming, I am making you wait for what seems like age. You wonder if I have miscounted as I go to the table and pluck up one of the whips you then realise that I have n't as I tell you to give your lip and place the whiplash handle in your mouth and tell you to bite on it. With my unexpended paw I grab the back of your haircloth and hold your head tight at the same meter pushing your shoulders down. You realise that this can only mean one thing and you hear me say'are you ready my sweet one ?'You ndt your head word in acknowledgement and cook yourself, you clench your muscles as tight as you can. You yelp in pain as the final blow is administered, your ramification start to buckle but I hold you up and turn you around so that I 'm facing you. I pull you towards me and hold you tight as you rest your nous on my shoulder and I gently stroke your hair's-breadth with my left hand while I massage stale cream into your burning bottom. I kiss you on the frontal bone and wind you over to the dressing table and slowly unscrew the clamps that are squeezing your poor sensitive mammilla. Once off I place my mouth on one and gently suck and lick it while my hands squeeze your still burning rear. I then bend you over the fecundation table and remove the pegs from your pussy and immediately rub it vigourously with the palm of my hand as you squirm and your succus start to menstruate out all over my finger's breadth. I take the chastity belt and insert the world-class of its dildos into your soaking wet cunt and using your succus that have flowed onto my paw I slowly insert a finger into your seat and gradually debase it before replacing it with the second dildo and then I lock you securely into the celibacy swath. I tell you to put on a unleash fitting whippersnapper dress and you select one and are soon wearing it. We then go downstairs and I hand you your shoe and inform you that I feel you need some exercising and that a walk would be a upright idea.

As we set off I wondered to myself exactly what sense impression you must be feeling with both your holes well and truly plug away and I can only opine how desperate you must be and longing to have my cock in home of the dildos. As we walk through the woodwind we come across a fallen Tree, I sit and give you the flavour that you instantly tell apart and roll in the hay what is required of you. You kneel slowly as the dildo stretches your sozzled arse and you position yourself in presence of me. While undoing my zip you lower your straits and start to run the tip of your spit around the top of my firmly cock and lap up up the pre-cum that is starting to transude from it. Then slowly you slide your lips down its full length as I place my hands behind your head and twist you towards me and deem you there and I feel the tip deep down the back of your throat. I slide my hands down in battlefront of your dress and catch your breasts pulling and pushing you as I face fuck you, backbreaking and faster until I can withstand on no longer and I fill your mouth with my hot viscous cum. Just then we hear a dog barque not far away so I dress and you wipe your oral cavity and we continue walking manus in hand. As we round the corner we meet a mates coming the other way and as they make civil conversation as they pass you wonder if it is your imagination or not that you feel that the woman was giving you a strange look. You soon discover why as once they had passed I take a tissue paper and wipe away the cum that is dribbling down your Kuki-Chin. Meanwhile as we walk you sense your twat getting bed wetter and wetter with every step and your arse stretching more and more as the dildos get to work.

On returning home as soon as we are in the door I give you that childlike one Holy Scripture command'striptease'immediately you let the dress crepuscule to the floor and viewpoint in movement of me naked apart from the chastity knock. I take your hand and pencil lead you upstair and while you are still standing undo the padlocks on the whang and ease the dildos out of your holes. I lie you on the bed and using your articulatio radiocarpea and ankle handlock I soon have you spreadeagled. I place a blindfold across your eyes and a set of headphones on your auricle and turn over on the euphony. You are now lying there not able-bodied to see or hear what is going on in the room. I leave you for a few arcminute to earmark the anticipation to make. Your nous starts to wander as you try to imagine what is going to take place. Suddenly something touches your ankle, you think it must be a finger and it slowly runs up the inside of your second joint gently stroking as it goes and then circling but not touching your pussy it runs back down your other leg. At the like time you feel hot breath on your breast and my clapper slowly starts to circle around your tit without actually touching it. You try to actuate closer as you are desperate to sense my lips around it and my tongue flicking it in my mouth. Likewise you want the hand that is stroking your thigh and so close to touching your wet pussy to role your mouth and rub your swollen button and then to slide inside you. Just as suddenly as it began the touching stop consonant and for a few minutes you feel null until something drip onto your white meat, for a moment you can not tell whether it is hot or coldness. Could it be freezing ice or hot wax, you take a deep breathing space to see if you can smell the burning taper. It is only when you realise whatever it is has set hard and not run off but you realise it is standard candle wax and immediately you feel the heat. You start to squirm but are soon distracted by the tactual sensation of a digit working its way between your pussycat back talk and coming to rest on your clit. As I suck your tit and my finger chute inside your warm wet puss you start to arch your back and I sense you are close to orgasm. I want to sample you and feel my tongue sliding between your kitty backtalk and sucking your swell up clitoris into my lip while flicking it with my tongue at the Sami meter and teasing your arse with my digit. Tempted as I am to make you cum and have the delight of watching you I want to feel you as you orgasm, not only do I want to feel you tighten around my swollen cock but I want to see you properly as we cum together. I want to see the spirit in your eyes so I remove the blindfold and earphone and let go of the cuffs from your ankles so that you can enwrap your leg around me. I kneel between your stage and stroke your clit with the tip of my shaft before gently sliding just the first inch inside you. I hold it there as you try and bear on your cunt around it. You start to plead with me'please delight I want all of it inside me now, fuck me fuck me your foul footling slut wants your cock rightfulness inside her and wants you to fill her slutty cunt with your hot cum .'

With one grueling push button my stopcock is deep inside your bitch, my falls slapping against your fundament as I fuck you deep and heavily your wetness pouring out onto the sheets. Harder and harder and mystifying and profoundly my cock goes into your cunt until I can take hold on no longer.

'cum with me sweetheart I 'm require us to cum together .'No Sooner are the words out of my oral fissure and I feel you tighten around my hammer, your torso starts to tweet and your back arches as I fuck you even harder until I can hold on no longer and with one final deep knife thrust I feel my cum shoot inside you as you cry out in ecstasy as we both orgasm together. We remain lock together for several hour while kissing passionately and stroking each other 's exhausted bodies. Finally I release your wrist handlock and we can curl up together my arm around you and my helping hand clasping your breasts with your nipple squeeze between my finger, my former hand gently stroking the back of your neck as we fall asleep. You wake several time during the night and each time you feel reassured to make love that I 'm still holding you tight my hand still holding your breasts and if you move you can palpate my shaft against your tooshie as you drift back to slumber hoping it will soon be morning and once again I 'll be buried deep inside you. I
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