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“Now take off those clothes, babygirl.”

I had Jen sit on my lap while I explored her lovely body with both hands, running palms and fingers all over her skin, kissing her neck and growling praise in her ear. “Such beautiful titties they are, babygirl.” I said, curling my hands around them. Jen’s tits were smaller than Hannah’s impressive rack, but gorgeous and perky. I spent time thumbing her stiffened nipples until she bit down on my shoulder, then pulling gently while she gasped for air.

I gave her some time to sink back into the pleasure while she processed her first time making a man cum with her sweet little tongue, savoring the feelings of power and accomplishment along with the brand new taste. I cupped her tiny ass in both hands and kissed her thoroughly while keeping up the flow of dirty talk between kisses, “Can you still taste Daddy’s cum, naughty little girl?” She closed her eyes and nodded, blushing again. I kept pushing at that button, feeling her ass clench every time the words rippled through her soaking pussy, “Such a good little natural cocksucker you are. Did you like the taste of Daddy-cum, sweetling?”

“Oh God…” Her face was crimson, and her eyes darted everywhere but at me, “Yes… Daddy.” She hid her face in my chest, but her ass in my hands told me all I needed to know. I ran one hand gently through her hair. “Good little girl. But I’ll bet there’s another slutty little hole my babygirl wants filled, hmmm? Get up.”

I led her around to the back of the couch, bent her over it with a hand on her back. “Stay just like that, babygirl.” I ran my other hand up the back of her thigh to her ass, savoring her trembling helplessness as I held her down and on display. “What a lovely little ass you have, sweet thing.” I let her stay where she was and started gently warming her cheeks with my palms before gripping her harder, letting her feel the strength in my hands, spreading her ass apart until she squeaked with the feeling of her lower lips opening just slightly. My mouth watered at the sight of her swollen pussy streaming juices, and I ached to bury my face in her.

Not quite yet. To corrupt and mold an innocent, one must strike while the pussy is hot. “But you have been very naughty, haven’t you, little one? What were you doing out here while I was playing with Hannah?” I returned my hand to the small of her back, and couldn’t resist running a finger just inside her slit and tasting her fresh from the source while she moaned and wiggled. She was light and sweet. “Were you diddling this feral little pussy while I spanked her, little slut?”

I could see her inhibitions break a little bit more at being called a slut. Being playfully scolded over something that had her burning with shame and arousal, being called such a filthy term in such an approving tone, gave her permission to be the kind of filthy slut she ached to be.

“Oh God… Yes… Daddy, I was… playing with myself while I listened to you.”

Smack! She shrieked, more from surprise than pain; I had barely done enough to move her cheek. I leaned down and growled at her, “Yes Daddy, I was diddling my feral little pussy while you spanked Hannah.”

She groaned into the seat cushion, then repeated, “Yes Daddy, I was… diddling my feral little… pussy while you spanked Hannah.”

“Good girl. How many times did you cum, babyslut?” SMACK!

She shrieked again as I put some sting into this one. “God! Ohhhh!” She whined at me, face flaming, “Oh God, Daddy. I… I… came… three times.”

“You’ll have to be punished for being such a naughty little slut, of course. You understand that, right babygirl? Say Yes Daddy.” SMACK!

“Ah! Yes Daddy!”

SMACK! “Say, Thank you Daddy.” SMACK!

“Fuck!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Thank you Daddy! Thank you Daddy! Ohhhh FUUUCK!” She howled as the rush hit her, the sting in her cheeks combining with the subtler impacts in her pussy and the raging shame at being spanked like a little girl for something she was already ashamed of, to all run down the pleasure circuit from brain straight to pussy. I gave her some more.

SMACK! “Thank you Daddy!”

SMACK! “Thank you Daddy!”

SMACK! SMACK! “Thank you UHHH DADDY!!”

I let my hand cup her cheek again, leaned down to her ear, “Good little girl, taking your first spanking. But such a naughty little feral babyslut just dripping all over yourself from being spanked. I’ll bet your knees are wet.” I slid my hand down to confirm, chuckled deep in my throat, “My, my, getting that sweet little ass smacked does make you gush, doesn’t it?” Bringing my hand back up her thigh, I made sure to run it gently along her slit, “Is that innocent little hole all ready to get filled up, babygirl?”

Gasping moans were my only answer, as she settled into letting me play her body like an instrument. I put both hands on her magnificent ass and spread her wide apart, then dropped to my knees and put my tongue in her as far as I could reach, pressing my nose against her puckered asshole while I sealed my lips around her wildly thrashing pussy and drank her honey.

She howled into the couch cushions, “OH FUCK YES DADDY! GOD! FUCK! YES THAT DADDY YES FUCK YES!!” I gave her more until she was screaming into the cushions, then I pulled my tongue out of her clenching hole and laid it against the length of her clit, let the spastic movement of her hips rub her whole clit against my flattened tongue. “OHHHH FUUUUUUCCK!!! OH DADDY I’M… AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

I let her initial contractions pass, then stood and placed the head of my throbbing hard cock against her opening, sliding it around her lips and across her clit even as her orgasm subsided. “Here we go babygirl. Time to fill this slutty little hole.” She groaned, “Yes Daddy… UUHHHHHHHH.” as I slid halfway into her before stopping. She was stretched tight around my girth, sucking in deep breaths to relax around me, breathing out deep guttural moans. I leaned over to grab both of her wrists, bringing them behind her back and holding them there while I pushed slowly into her. “Am I the first man in this pussy, babygirl?” I knew from Hannah that I was, but I wanted to make her say it. She whined high and piercing as I slipped deeper and deeper, babbling, “Yes, God, yes Daddy, never ever it’s so good, oh Daddy so goooood.”

“Such a good little slut, stretching all wide to take Daddy’s big… fat… cock.” I snarled, pulling at her wrists at each word to slide a little deeper until my groin bumped her ass, and the head of my cock was firmly seated against her cervix.

“FUUUUUUUUU… <wheeze> FUUUUUUUU… <wheeze> FUUUUUUUUUCCCK! FUCK… DADDY!! GOD! WHAT? WHAT ARE… AHHHHHH!!”

I leaned down again, chuckled in her ear, “That’s your cervix, babygirl, hiding all the way at the back of your pussyhole. And if I tap at it just right…” I pulled out halfway and slid back in again, pushing at her button gently at first, then started to fuck her in earnest as she melted into total submission around my cock. “That’s it, babyslut, squeeze Daddy with that naughty little pussy while I make you mine. Good girl.”

I watched her inhibitions break a bit more as I stretched her dripping, clasping hole, “Ohhhhh, yes Daddy, please make me your slut, please please take me, fuck me like you fuck her, oh God please Daddy!”

I jabbed my cock into her, pulling at her crossed wrists for leverage to bottom out each time, “Good… Little… Slut.” Her head was to the side, mouth open in a silent scream. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her shoulders to pump at her wildly clasping pussyhole. She was still tighter than a fist around me, rippling in waves as I made her mine.

She was just about ready to find the edge again, and so was I. I leaned back and grabbed her hips, fucking her with short, hard strokes, angling so that the curve of my cock rubbed against the back of her pubic bone. “Whose little pussyhole is this, babyslut?”

She could barely get the words out, lost to the newest wave she was riding, “Yours… your pussy Daddy. Oh, Daddy, Daddy, DADDY, FUCK DADDY!!” Her hole triple-clenched on me, and I let go of her hips with one hand and landed three hard swats on her spasming ass, roaring, “MY… LITTLE… PUSSY!!!”

She screamed as she came all over again, and I grabbed at her hips and let the Beast loose to pound at her for another second or two before I roared wordlessly at the ceiling and sprayed her cervix with cum.

I brought her down gently, stroking her back as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, leaning down to whisper praise in her ear as I softened enough to slip out of her, “Such a good little girl, Jen. Goddess, that was so good.” She was limp, draped over the couch, and panting for air. I grinned with just a little evil pride seeing her glasses laying on the floor in front of the couch. I put one arm behind her knees, turning her with the other as I lifted her legs over the back and set her down on the cushions. Swinging my own legs over, I lay down beside her and gathered her in my arms. She clung to me tightly, burying her face in my chest, and I could feel her tears start to flow. She hitched her breathing, trying to contain herself.

“Hey, hey.” I moved away slightly to look her in the eyes, “Happy tears?” She nodded, face contorting. I hugged her to me again, “You can cry it out, sweetling. It’s ok.” She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a starfish and commenced to weep into my chest for some time. I ran my hands through her hair and let her cry, murmuring, “Good girl” into her ear and kissing her head.

When she was calm again, she unwound herself, slid her arms around my neck, and kissed me ecstatically, “Thank you, Wiley, oh my God, thank you so much for making me a woman. I never dreamed it could be so good.”

I chuckled wickedly, “You were already a woman, sweetheart. I’m just showing you some of the better parts of being a good little girl.”

There is something almost sacred about making a woman laugh right after you have made her cum. It is the best kind of belly laugh there is, when that creeping embarrassment over the filthy things she has just said and done is cast aside by a twinkling eye, joy and relief and release, all at once

“Now, babygirl.” I wrapped her still giggling back in my arms, snuggled her up against me, “Now we talk about what just happened, sweet thing. We can talk about how wonderful you made it for me, and I want to talk about what worked for you, if anything didn’t work, and how it all made you feel. We call this a debrief.”

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I watched Hannah wiggle at me as she walked out the door to go to work, and wondered if she could still taste my cum. Then I turned to the kitchen to go make some coffee.

A chatty little Hannah-bird might even have mentioned that Jen appreciated the better coffee too. I made a full pot, let the odor fill the room while I stretched. When the pot was done I took down two mugs. As I fixed my own, I heard her door open. “Hannah? Is that more coffee I smell?”

“That it is,” I said, keeping my back turned as I poured my mug, “but Hannah’s gone to work.” I gave her a beat or two to react if she was going to, and then turned around with mug in hand.

Jen was not in the pajama pants and modest top she had been in when I came in. Jen was in a pair of loose shorts and a lacy camisole top that chorused Please Fuck Me Right Now. I looked her down and back up again deliberately, with a slow grin that made her bite her lip, then raised the empty mug and wiggled it at her.

“How do you take it?”

“Um…” She blushed, and I knew she was already mine. “C-cream and two sugars?”

I love it when they start putting things they already know as a question. “Good choice.”

As I handed her the coffee, she said, “So… um… can we talk?”

“Sure.” I said. “Shall we sit down?” I gestured her to precede me into the living room, letting her feel my eyes on that delicious ass. By the time we got to the couch she was even starting to wiggle it. I let her take a seat on one end, then sat in the middle, turning my knees to her and sipping at my coffee. “So, what did you need to talk about?”

She couldn’t seem to look straight at me, “Um… I just… You and Hannah were very… I couldn’t help but…”

“Ah.” I said. “Were we too loud? I apologize.” I grinned wickedly. “Your roommate is very hot, you know. And quite… enthusiastic.”

“You… you spanked her. You made her call you… Daddy.” She was blushing again, eyes down to keep me from seeing the delicious fire in them.

“I certainly did spank her, and she enjoyed every minute, but she calls me Daddy all on her own, sweetheart. Many women find it sexy. I certainly find it sexy to hear, though I suppose I couldn’t really tell you why.” I grinned crookedly at her, “But I get the feeling you maybe liked hearing it more than you expected.”

“More than I wanted.” she snapped, and then blushed again. I chuckled deep in my chest and put down my coffee cup, then took hers from her and grabbed her hand, bringing her fingers up beneath my nose, and taking a deep sniff.

She reeked of her own honey. I smiled. “You think I couldn’t smell you from across the room, Jen?”

She closed her eyes as I drew two fingers into my mouth, played my tongue around them. She whimpered a little as I withdrew them, moaned softly as I slid one hand gently up her neck and into her hair. Her eyes shot open again as I curled it slowly into a fist. I brought her ear to my lips and snarled, “You’re dripping for me, babygirl.”

She melted boneless into me making little mewling noises as I wrapped my other arm around her waist. I pulled her head back and nibbled on her neck, until she was whimpering helplessly, and I knew her empty pussy was doing calisthenics. I whispered in her ear, “You say red, everything stops. Do you understand?”

She pulled back to look into my eyes and I saw the hunger taking over, saw the surrender, her need to be taken, made into a sexual object and used for pleasure. Her mouth worked once, twice before she got a whisper out.

“Green.”

Surrender is delicious. A first surrender? Nectar of the Gods.

“Good girl. Get down here on your knees.” I guided her by the hair to where I wanted her, face to stiffening cock. She took in the tent in my pajama pants and moaned a little, making me twitch.

“God, Hannah said you were big.”

“And she was right. Put a hand on it, there’s a good girl. Say hello.” She laid a trembling hand on my shaft, stroked me through the flannel. I throbbed into her hand and watched her lips part, her lovely mouth move as she tried to get a coherent sentence out.

“W-what about Hannah?” She looked up at me, trying to be the Good Responsible Girl, but she couldn’t seem to stop her hand from squeezing and stroking at me as I grew down the leg of my pants.

I smiled, choosing my words carefully for now, “Hannah knows I’m an alley cat, sweetling. Believe me, she doesn’t mind sharing.” I saw her eyes widen as she realized what I meant, and then I saw THAT thought hit her like a freight train.

My mind ached with the desire to corrupt this sweet little baby slut RIGHT FUCKING NOW, but I reined in the Beast. There is a proper sequence to the corruption of an innocent. Step by step. Lick by lick. Hannah can wait for her present while I make this little pussy mine first. We can talk threesomes after she’s screamed “Daddy” on my cock once or twice.

Patience is control.

To forestall any further questions, I pulled her hand off my shaft and pushed down the waistband of my pants to free my cock, which I tapped against her lips, “Time to get better acquainted with Mr. Cock, princess.”

She started, “I don’t do-” and snapped her jaw shut, as if realizing that wasn’t going to fly with me. My hand tightened in her hair as confirmation, and I pulled her head back to make her look directly at me, tilted my own head, and said calmly, firmly, “Yes you do, babyslut. You will.”

The defiance drained right out of her eyes, “I’ve never… I don’t… know how.”

“And you didn’t have a man to teach you, only boys. A tragedy, I know. But now you do, babygirl. I’m going to show you exactly how to please me, and I’m going to show you how a man can please those slutty little holes of yours. Now open that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She did so slowly, tentatively, and I got even harder watching her submit for the first time. “Gooood girl. Lick up the shaft from the base to the tip, nice and slow, there’s a good little babygirl.” She blushed again at “Good girl”, looking up at me with soft eyes behind the glasses, and I saw her thighs clench.

“Good girl”, like it does for so many women, was stroking at the mental clit of her praise kink. She kept her eyes on me as I guided her head through another long lick, as she flattened her tongue around my shaft. “Oooohhhhhh, fuuuuck yeah, just like that, sweetling. Here.” I took her hand, wrapped it around the base of my cock in place of mine. “You hold it steady there babygirl, a little tighter, that’s ok, you can squeeze it a little.” She did, and I twitched against her grip, growling, “That’s it princess, Mr. Cock likes you. Now, get a good taste of that cock. Get your lips and your tongue and your spit all over it.”

Watching her worship my cock, knowing it was for the first time ever, was setting off an entire warehouse of fireworks in my head. “That’s a good little girl, you see how fucking hard you make that cock?” She nodded, a little frantic, eyes wide, lips wet. I twitched again. “Now, my sweetling, you see all the precum dripping out of me? That’s because you’re turning me on so hard, babygirl. Take just the head of my cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue around, oh goood girl.” My eyes rolled back in my head as she sucked gently at the head of my cock, face scrunched up in an almost unbearably innocent expression as she considered the taste spreading on her tongue. I throbbed against her lips as she visibly decided she liked it.

“Now, babygirl, are you ready for some more of Mr. Cock here?” She looked up at me with the beautiful glassy eyes of a sub riding the roller coaster, and nodded with just the head of my cock between her lips, rolling her tongue around me hungrily. “Good girl. Here it comes, nice and slow.” I slowly pressed her head down on me while pushing my hips up just as slowly, feeling her lips slide down her head until I was just short of her throat. “There you go, sweetling, hold it right there, breathe through your nose, and work your naughty little tongue on me.” She obeyed right away, swiping her tongue up and down and around on my shaft. “OH FUCK, that’s sooo good, babygirl, what a natural little cocksucker you are.”

I let her slurp away at me for a good minute until her thighs were wiggling and her breaths were coming out as little moans, then gently pulled her off me. “Now lick all over the shaft again, sweetling, good girl. I want your free hand playing with that naughty little pussy the way you were before, hmm?” She closed her eyes at the reminder of what she’d been up to, and slipped her hand under her shorts, shuddering as her fingers slid through her slick folds.

“Now tell me how wet you are, babyslut. Tell me how drippy that little pussy is from tasting a man’s cock.” Her eyes went wide with shocked innocence, and I twitched as she gasped, “Uhhh… Oh my God… I… Um…” I clenched my fist in her hair just slightly, “Fuck! Uhhh! I’m so wet! Oh God, I’m soaking! You make me so fucking wet, Da-” She was half-sobbing now, spitting the naughty words out with her lips still fastened to my cock, still trying to keep some control even while her control was failing.

I chuckled deep in my chest. “Very good girl.” I growled, and fed her my cock again, holding her head firmly in place. “I want you moaning around my cock, you understand me, sweet thing? Play with that hungry little pussy while I teach you to be a good little babyslut.”

She was melting into it now, starting to understand what she was doing to me and what it was doing to her. Her moans and little whines resonated on me in delicious ways while I loosened up her mouth. “Gooood girl, now suck gently on it while I fuck that pretty little mouth, a little harder, yessss, just like that babygirl. Keep that tongue wiggling on me, fuck yeah.”

I watched her floating in subspace for a long while, keeping control of the Beast for now, enjoying the elemental rush of seduction and control over this achingly innocent little budding slut. There would be a time for the Beast, and it was coming soon, but for now I just guided her head up and down me and watched her beautiful face work through the emotions and pleasures washing over her.

This was her first time - just the thought made me fucking throb in her mouth - and it needed to be special for her.

I sat up a bit, and took her head in both hands. “Now make that pussy sing for me babygirl.” I started to long-stroke my cock in and out, tapping at the back of her throat with each stroke while her moans kicked up a notch, vibrating at my shaft perfectly. I was absolutely not going to rush with this little diamond, and I took my time letting her enjoy getting mouth-fucked, relaxing into the warm blanket of being taken until I sensed she was almost at the peak.“Now, sweetling, you feel that cock as it’s just about to slide down your throat? It’s nice and wet and slick, and you’re going to take a deep breath, open your throat, and swallow it down for me. Ready, babyslut?”

She took a breath, nodded. I pushed smoothly down her throat, feeling it clench around as she gulped me down. I had intended to give her a second or two before pulling back out and letting her breathe, but she let out a high whine, pushed herself down on me until her lips mashed my groin, and came like a bomb going off, hips jerking spastically as she howled around my cock. Her throat rippled around me, and I nearly passed out from the pleasure circuit running between cock and brain as I went off, spraying down her virgin throat, roaring, “FUUUCK TAKE THAT COCK!!!”

I pulled her head back off me enough to breathe while she rode the wave down, purring like a kitten as she nursed at me, tasting my cum streaming onto her tongue, squirt by squirt. Her eyes were closed, and she had gone limp, held up by her mouth clamped around my shaft and my hands in her hair.

She was radiantly beautiful, post-orgasmic, pliant, and just starting to feel embarrassed about it. I pulled her head off me and leaned down to kiss her firmly, taking her lips and dueling with her tongue before she could start to think too much. When she started to melt into me again, I pulled away and whispered in her ear, “Such a good girl. What a beautiful little slut you are when you’re sucking my cock. You see what a man can teach you?” She whimpered, nodded.

“Good. Now take those clothes off, babygirl.”

She pulled back to look me in the eyes, and I could see it all swirling around, the desire, the hesitation, the icing of shame in what she had been trying so hard not to say to me, trying not to admit to herself. I smiled and lifted an eyebrow. She dropped her eyes to the floor, blushing again, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“Yes… um… Daddy.”

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Hannah and I were both up early that morning, drinking coffee and chatting, as usual. Hannah was trying to set me up with various guys in our class, and I was getting tired of the well-meaning fumbling and groping they were putting me through, and that inevitably led to Hannah talking about her new guy. And, like, try and stop Hannah when she gets going, right? It wasn’t really my fault.

He was older, Hannah’s new hookup. Like, actual grey hair and beard kind of old, and I couldn’t figure out how I felt about that. But also he had these eyes that made me feel like he saw me undressed, and I just knew he wouldn’t fumble or grope. That Hannah kept telling me how good he was in the sack wasn’t helping the feelings I was getting while I sipped the excellent coffee he had told Hannah to buy.

Like, he just told Hannah to do things - Hannah, for God’s sake! - and she did them. Bought him his coffee, wore things he liked, arranged her social time around when she could sneak over to his apartment, or he could visit ours. Her grades were up because he made her put in the time. I think it might be the first time anybody’s ever made Hannah put in the time.

One day, I bailed on a study session with a bunch of permanent frat bros and came home early. It wasn’t my fault, really. I couldn’t have known he would be there. Just because she was wearing his favorite top, a criminally short skirt, and brewing a pot of his coffee when I left doesn’t mean anything, right? And it’s my place too. I get to be there. It’s not my fault that I could hear them through the bedroom door. It’s not my fault that I had to sit on the couch with two fingers in me and the other hand in my mouth to keep quiet while he made her cum over and over.

Now, a week later, I was still processing that she called him Daddy. While he said things that would make my drill sergeant father blush.

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I should have been disgusted, totally weirded out, like, Daddy? Really? Hannah has Daddy issues? But instead it just sat there in my head and looked at me meaningfully. I mean, I couldn’t really deny that I had masturbated to it, right there in the living room, helpless before the delicious filth, cumming right along with Hannah as she howled Oh yes Daddy, please Daddy, fuck me HARD.

Do I have Daddy issues?

I hadn’t quite admitted to myself yet that I was having dreams of his eyes above me, his shoulders square and solid as I thrust my dream-hips up against a shaft much larger than the modest toy that had torn my hymen for me, the only thing but my fingers that had ever been inside Miss Kitty.

So it was confusing, and I sat there with a weird glow in my belly while Hannah talked about him. I was still there when Hannah sat bolt upright and said, “Oh!” Then her eyes went all soft, and she half-moaned, “Ooohhhhh.” I could hear the soft buzz coming from between her legs, and saw her wiggle as her phone pinged a text. She giggled and gasped a little, reading the message, then looked up at me, “Um… Jen? Da… I mean Wiley is coming over in fifteen minutes.” She hitched a little on the next sentence as the buzzing changed pitch, “F-fair warning, I guess?”

I gaped. “Is he…?”

She blushed, “Um… I gave him a link to my new Lush last night. He told me to keep it in so he could wake me up with it, but… I woke up early.” Her phone pinged again, and her eyes went a little wide looking at the text. “I need to go… get ready.” Her eyes met mine, “He has a key, Jen, you don’t need to let him in or anything.” She smirked, “Or you could give him some coffee and stall him for a minute while I get myself together.”

I blushed a little, tried to pretend I hadn’t been thinking of a way to suggest just that. “Only for you, girl. And because he finally got you to get the good coffee.” She smirked again, and flounced off to her room. I tried not to imagine the vibrator buzzing away inside her, or what… Daddy… was going to do about it.

I tried really hard not to. I did, but I was still a little wet when I finally heard the door open and turned with a friendly smile, “Um, hey Wiley. Hannah’s in the bathroom. Want some coffee?”

All at once, his eyes were on me, right through me, inside me, crinkling at the corners the way they always did as his warm smile crawled slowly across his lips. I noticed his lips every time, the way they… The way I… I shook myself mentally as he brushed gently past me and grabbed a mug. “Good morning, Jen. How’s the paper coming?”

He always asked about my thesis, a safe place for us both. He knew my subject matter from a rogue scholar’s perspective, and we chatted about niche historical topics while he sipped his coffee and made me feel naked and bashful with just a crooked grin. Eventually I just ran out of words, taking long fake sips of coffee to cover the fact that I had mostly forgotten what my thesis was about

After a few minutes Hannah’s bedroom door clicked open, and her voice drifted out. “Are you done flirting with my roommate, Wiley?”

I could feel the flaming blush spread across my face. He was flirting? With me? Wait... That bitch! She suggested this!

If anything, his smile only grew wider, and his eyes twinkled as he saluted me gently with the mug in one hand before turning to Hannah’s door. “Are you finally ready then, babygirl?” His voice was rumbly-deep and gentle, but there was a sardonic edge to it that made my knees just a little weak. Weaker.

When the door had closed behind them, I stood motionless for a minute, breathing deeply and trying to collect the scattered remains of some dignity. That became a hopeless effort when his voice came muffled from her bedroom, “That’s right babygirl, get on your hands and knees where you belong…” and the SLAP! of flesh on flesh. All at once I understood that he was spanking my roommate. He was spanking her ass! She had a vibrator in her, and he was… My entire vagina clenched on nothing, and I suddenly realized that my thighs were soaked.

I stumbled to the couch in a daze, collapsing into a corner and putting one leg up on the cushions. My fingers were under my waistband and inside me before I could think about it, two fingers plunging into my slit while I twiddled and pushed at my clit with my thumb. The sounds of spanking and a merry scolding kept coming from her room, as he punished her for not being ready when he arrived, and for her bratty comment about her poor roommate… me?

The thought flashed through my head, “Daddy’s punishing her for me” and I exploded, stuffing my hand in my mouth again to muffle my squeaks.

I think some squeaks got out. I’m just not sure.

I’m not sure about the second or third time either.

I think I need to go change out of these pajama pants.

I think I might have some Daddy issues.

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JUNE SMUT STROLL: Giving In

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Smut Stroll: Consolation (Daughter & Mum)

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A Study In Contrasts

By six thirty, Evelyn had already made the bed, answered three emails from London, and stood barefoot on the heated limestone of her bathroom floor, studying her reflection with the clinical focus she usually reserved for quarterly forecasts. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, her face still bare, her skin damp from the shower. Outside, morning light spre…

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In the early days of the Aesir, Odin and his people encountered a people they called the Wanes, a race of “boat people” coming from the south, probably the area of what is now Belgium.

It would appear the Aesir mistreated the Wane ambassador, or there was some issue regarding gold. Gollveig means something like gold-spirit, and the three times burned and reborn may indicate a refining process. Gollveig may also be Freya, as it is Gollveig who is said to have changed her name afterward and become the first Seidhkona, or Wise-Woman.

The war I remember, the first in the world,
When the gods with spears had smitten Gollveig,
And in the hall of Othin burned her,
Three times burned, and three times born,
Oft and again, yet ever she lives.

-The Poetic Eddas: Prophecy of the Wise-Woman

Nevertheless, she persisted.

So there was war between the Aesir and the Wanes, and Odin got his ass thoroughly kicked. The Wanes broke the walls of Asgard and applied some FAFO.

On the host his spear did Othin hurl,
Then in the world did war first come;
The wall that girdled the gods was broken,
And the field by the warlike Wanes was trodden.

-Prophecy of the Wise-Woman

Conquered, the Aesir had to decide whether to be tributaries or to assimilate.

Then sought the gods their assembly-seats,
The holy ones, and council held,
Whether the gods should tribute give,
Or to all alike should worship belong.

-Prophecy of the Wise-Woman

Odin chose to become consort to the new Queen of Asgard, Freya. The Wanes became the Vanir, and mixed with the Aesir.

One of Freya’s titles was Mardahl, “Light over Water.” Her brother seems to have taken on the corresponding title of Heimdahl, “Light over Home.”

Freya has her own realm, Folkvangr, the “People’s Field.” It is described as a “ship in a field”, which correlates to early Wane burial practices involving a stone ship set at the gravesite. Freya receives her choice of the Norse dead at Folkvangr, while Odin gets the rest in Valhalla.

The ninth is Folkvangr, where Freyja decrees
Who shall have seats in the hall;
The half of the dead each day does she choose,
And half does Othin have.

-The Lay of Grimnir

Freya founded the Seidhkona, an order of women who meet with Odin in trance and access his wisdom. They can do this because they know his secret, that he must answer to Freya for the source of that wisdom.

Alone I sat when the Old One sought me,
The terror of gods, and gazed in mine eyes:
What hast thou to ask? why comest thou hither?
Othin, I know where thine eye is hidden.”
I know where Othin’s eye is hidden,
Deep in the wide-famed well of Mimir;
Mead from the pledge of Othin each mom
Does Mimir drink: would you know yet more?
Necklaces had I and rings from Heerfather,
Wise was my speech and my magic wisdom;
Widely I saw over all the worlds.

-Prophecy of the Wise-Woman

Mimir was a Wane in most of the Norse myths, one of Freya’s relatives. He had a well, “deep and clear and still” in which he kept the eye that Odin sacrificed. With Odin’s eye and the water from his well, he brewed the mead of wisdom anew each morning for Odin to drink.

Mimir is also the Saxon root of the Anglo-Saxon “memory.”

We brew wisdom each day anew by having one eye looking ahead and one eye in the calm, clear, deep well of memory. If we are not honest with ourselves, if our memory is not deep and clear and still, we can find no wisdom. This is where Odin’s eye is hidden, in a metaphor.

Finally, a note about the Wanes. At about this same time there is evidence of a large group of migrants in the Low Countries, refugees from a religious conflict in Israel, when factions within Judaism began a long campaign to destroy the worship and priestesses of the goddess Asherah.

Other factions within this group are thought to have retained a form of their beliefs and history in Belgium long enough to constitute a covert group of Sophia-worshippers within the Catholic Church, and eventually to return to Jerusalem as the original Knights Templar. The identity of the Wanes comes through in a word preserved by the Templars and later imported into Freemasonry, Cowain.

Kohen is the ancient Hebrew word for priest. In contemporary Hebrew, a priestess is Kohanot. Kohanim is used in Torah for the Semitic tribes in their entirety, “the priestly kingdom.”

The root word of Seidhkona, the word for their wisdom and magick, is Seid. The ritual they performed to access the wisdom of Odin, usually during a communal meal, is called Seidhr. It’s pronounced identically to the Hebrew Seder, a communal meal with a dead prophet as an invited guest.

So this, to me, is Freya’s great joke on the Neo-Nazis and supremacists and losers of all stripes who call on Odin for power but never receive any wisdom. They call on an archetype whose greatest battle was the humiliating loss of his throne.

Asgard was ruled by a renegade Jewish warrior-priestess by right of conquest.

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Six months later, Hannah moved to my town to go to grad school at another northeastern university, and I became her semi-regular Daddy call. Like a booty call, but way more spanking.

Hannah was concentrated hotness, a petite but stacked blonde with kilowatts of smile that had broken lesser men, and she enjoyed that power greatly, loved that her smile and her body could literally turn men’s minds to jelly. It fed her ego, to be sure, but the men she could control couldn’t wreck her. She needed someone who could handle her brat calmly, someone who could refuse her what she wanted and give her what she needed.

Enter Daddy. I was older and had been through my phase of making a fool of myself over women. Newly divorced, and starting to go grey, I was just getting into my prime Daddy Dom window and realizing how much I enjoyed it. The first time she involuntarily called me Daddy in the throes of an orgasm set off fireworks in her head that set off other fireworks, and she became an enthusiastic participant in her own corruption.

Hannah lurved to be tied up and spanked while I scolded her for brattiness, and adored being forced to do things “for her own good.” Soon enough, I was choosing her outfits, and she was doing her tasks for Daddy like a good little slut should, sending me panty pics from school, buying the coffee I liked, and whatever else I could think of to give her that warm babygirl feeling of having orders to obey.

She was damned smart, and knew her subject well, but was somewhat unmotivated, having had various skids greased for her by her beauty and family connections her whole life. To her credit, she was aware of the problem and went out of her way not to weaponize it. I made her schoolwork a task, assigned rewards and punishments for various subtasks, and watched her buckle down to the point that her advisor had commented on the welcome effect of her new “private tutor.”

Getting the Lush was one of her rewards. I went with her via video call as she walked into a sex shop for the first time, blushing at my comments in her earbud as she browsed through ropes, cuffs, floggers, crops, wands, and plugs, and putting my choices in her basket. Leaving her phone on the counter, she asked the female clerk the questions I had prepared for her about various remote control vibrators, all while bending over the display case to give a succession of long looks down her ample cleavage. I watched the clerk’s amusement as Hannah made it flirtatiously clear that she was following her Dom’s orders, and the third time Hannah bent over to look at a vibrator, the clerk’s eyes went straight to the phone. She tilted her head in a respectful nod, then went back to watching Hannah’s tits resting on her counter and discussing g-spot stimulation.

Hannah walked out of the shop with wet thighs, an entire BDSM kit for her very own, and the clerk’s phone number. “She said she likes your style, Daddy.” Hannah giggled at me on the street. “Would you fuck her?”

“I certainly would, babydoll. What a good little girl you are for hooking her.” Alongside her inner brat, Hannah had also discovered a raging cuckqueen. She had been on the lookout for another girl to give to Daddy ever since our foursome at the hotel showed her she could switch with women.

That night, we had another video call while we played with her new toys. The steel plug with the pretty blue gem made her shiver and wiggle around on the bed getting used to it. Putting on the plain leather collar and cuffs made her intensely quiet. The nipple clamps made her loud again. Finally, I had her put in the Lush and took control, playing around with the app manually at first, then sending various patterns and watching the effect as she shuddered and arched on her bed grinding her puss against the vibrating bulb inside her. As I expected, the Lush kept her simmering, but never quite enough to let her cum, and I let her squirm for a while until she started begging me to let her use her new wand. Then I let her squirm for a while longer while she begged some more. Her eventual release was epic.

I let Hannah take off the nipple clamps and sent the Lush low vibrations in waves to soothe her to sleep, assuring her I would be waking her up with it in the morning.

I knew Hannah had to work a shift at the library as part of her internship, so I got started early. I had some plans she didn’t know about.

Promptly at 6 am, sitting in a coffee shop down the street, I sent the Lush a series of strong pulses, and sent Hannah two texts.

Wake up naughty little babygirl. No touching. Daddy will be there in 15 minutes.

You will be in my favorite negligee with collar on and cuffs locked.

You don’t get to cum until Daddy does.

I was already walking down the street when two texts came back from Hannah.

yes oh yes please daddy. getting so wet 4 u.

jen is here… bet.

Jen was Hannah’s roommate, a mousy little brunette with beautiful eyes behind thick-framed glasses, and a shy smile that set off all my subdar alerts. Jen was quiet and studious to Hannah’s boisterous bounciness, and Hannah had long since despaired of getting her friend a social life. She was ostensibly concentrated on at least getting Jen laid, but Hannah was playing a longer game. A pretty clerk at a sex shop was one thing, but she couldn’t quite manage to tell her best friend and roommate that she desperately wanted to watch me ruin her and lick up the drippings. Instead, she wanted me to seduce Jen and take them both, and I certainly had no objections.

She had been going out of her way to tell Jen how good I was. “Bet” probably meant that she thought she had Jen right where she wanted me to have her, and sure enough when I walked in Jen was standing in the kitchen looking dreamy in pajamas.

“Um, hey Wiley. Hannah’s in the bathroom. Want some coffee?”

I smiled at her, putting my eyes into it. “Good morning Jen. How’s the paper coming?” She stood looking at me for a moment, so I slipped past her to fill a mug, grinning inwardly. I could smell just a hint of her arousal as I passed, see the flush of her neck as she realized she’d been caught staring. I sipped coffee to cover my grin while she talked about her latest research find. Hannah was right, and if I played my cards right, I had the perfect reward for the little minx.

Then Hannah opened her bedroom door just a crack and proved her point. “Are you done flirting with my roommate, Wiley?” I controlled a snort of laughter watching Jen’s face cycle through shock, hope, embarrassment, and anger in about one second, while all the blood in her body sought one of two places to be. Smiling gently and letting my eyes twinkle, I saluted her flaming blush with my coffee mug and turned to Hannah’s door, putting just a bit of menace into my voice to let her know I understood why she’d kept me, but she was still in for it.

“Are you finally ready then, babygirl?” I stepped through the door and shut it behind me. She retreated a step as I made myself big into the room, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy. I’m soooo ready.”

She was a vision, wrapped in a wispy bit of cloud that just barely reached below her magnificent ass if she didn’t move at all. She had put on the matching white lacy thong, to placate me, I suspected. Beast love thong, but Daddy noted she had not been instructed to put it on, so it went on the punishment list next to Brattily Making Daddy Wait and Brattily Making Jen Blush. She had cuffed her wrists together in front of her, and her collar traced a black strip around her neck, broken only by the silver ring in front. The Lush was still buzzing away on an hour-long program, and she was trembling with need.

Sex in a bottle.

I kept moving toward her, kept my aura large and menacing. She whimpered a little, took another two steps back. “I’m sorry Daddy, I was awake already, and I was talking to Jen, but about you, Daddy, about you. I had to get ready.”

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I stepped forward again, kept my eyes on hers, all stern Daddy for her. “Get on the bed, little brat. You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?” She bit her lip and nodded, turned to climb onto the bed. I raised my voice a bit, “That’s right, babygirl, get on your hands and knees where you belong.” She snickered, realizing my raised voice was for more than her benefit. I brought my hand down on her ass with a resounding slap! and she yelped in surprise. “Naughty little brat, keeping me waiting like that.” I said, spanking her repeatedly as I spoke.

“Oh! Oh! Yes Daddy! I’ve been so naughty!”

“Did Daddy tell you to wear this thong, babyslut? Or did you think it would make up for how you just embarrassed your poor roommate?” I kept spanking her, in a rhythm now, jiggling her sweet cheeks around the Lush and setting the blue jewel in her butt plug to sparkling.

She was off into subspace, consumed by sensation, turning off the part of her brain that made decisions and riding the wave of just feeling. I doubt she heard anything, but I heard a set of strangled, breathy squeaks on the other side of the door and just knew Jen was in the living room listening to us.

Suddenly I was so hard it hurt. “Get over here on your knees, babyslut.” I snarled, fishing for my cock in the flannel sleep pants I’d worn for just this purpose. She sank to her knees and opened wide, sticking her tongue out for me to lay it right down. She clamped her lips around me as I grabbed the back of her head and used her mouth. “Just another little hole I own, isn’t it babygirl?” She nodded, eyes on mine. “Good little girl. Use that naughty little tongue on me, babyslut. Gooood girl.”

I saw her hands shift in her lap, and she started to moan and whine around me as the vibe buzzed against the plug, pinching the thin membrane in just the right spot. “No touching, and no cumming, little babyslut. You hold it in while you take Daddy’s cock.” I curled both hands in her hair and pushed my cock down her throat. “Ohhhh good girl taking all of Daddy’s cock, such a gooood little girl”

I heard another set of muffled gasps from the other room, and grinned a feral grin, imagining Jen stuffing herself with her fingers. “That’s it, babygirl, take that big cock down that little throat, ohhhh what a good little cocksucker you are.” Her tongue went into warp speed on me while I pumped the head of my cock in and out of her throat. “Do you need to cum, little babyslut? Are you a naughty little girl getting off on Daddy using your throat?” She closed her eyes as the words hit her, and nodded again with my cock still firmly lodged in her throat.

Shivers ran up my spine, “Play with that naughty clit for Daddy. Let me feel how bad you need it.” Her fingers went straight to her pussy, and she half-sobbed around me. I pulled at her hair, said roughly, “Dont you cum until Daddy tells you to, little toy.” She whined piteously, took her hands away. I pulled her hair again, shoving myself down her throat, “What did I tell you, babyslut? Did I tell you to stop playing with Daddy’s little pussy?”

The whiplash of orders versus her body’s needs had her vibrating like a guitar string, and the vibrations went straight to my cock. I slid the head down her throat again and let the Beast have a roar while I sprayed her eagerly sucking hole. Feeling my cum hit the back of her throat set her off, and she clamped her thighs down against her hands and shrieked around my cock.

I held her head down on me for the second shot, then let her up to breathe and deposited my third squirt right on her tongue. “Take all that Daddy-cum, Princess, oohhhhh such a good little girl.”

I held her head while she shook, keeping my softening cock on her tongue while wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her. This time I heard a series of muffled yelps, almost like someone was having convulsions in the next room with a hand stuffed in her naughty… mouth.

I smiled down at Hannah, contendedly sucking out every last drop of Daddy-cum, and patted her head. “Good little minx.”

To be continued…

And you can also see what Jen was up to in Notes From Jen…

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Lying in bed, her head on my chest, cat eyes glowing up at me, she gets a crooked smile, and I just know she’s about to play with fire. Reaching up, she starts to run her nails gently through my beard.

I growl deep in my chest. I have told her what that does to me. She knows perfectly well what she’s doing.

She bats her eyes at me, the picture of innocence. “Ooops.”

I wrap a hand around her throat, and the Beast snarls back into her widening eyes. “Oops? Get that ass on the mat, whore. I’ll show you Oops.”

I watch her wiggle her ass at me playfully as she gets up and starts to walk over to the Whore Mat. Nope. She can play power games next time. I’m getting what I fucking want right now.

“No. On your hands and knees, whore. Knees apart, head down.” She sinks to the floor and crawls over, her sticky pussy lips slowly spreading apart, opening like a flower. Fucking yum.

She reaches the mat and I slip out of bed, “Head down and ass up, slut.” She slides gracefully into sujud as I kneel down next to her lovely ass, running a hand up her thigh lightly, possessively.

“Do you know what you did, little whore?” She gasps a little at the light touch, shudders.

“I teased the Beast.”

SMACK! I hit her ass with my whole shoulder.

She’s been asking for it. Both literally and figuratively.

My voice is calm, gentle even, “You call me Sir when I ‘m punishing you, don’t you whore?” SMACK!

“Oh! Yes Sir!” she cries out, clenching her ass against the sting.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Let’s try again. When should you get spanked?”

“When I’m bad… Sir?”

“Exactly! Good little cumslut!”

“When” SMACK!

“You” SMACK!

“Are” SMACK!

“A Bad” SMACK!

“Little” SMACK!

“Whore!” SMACK!

She’s moaning constantly by this point, taking shuddering breaths. I run my hand gently around her ass, cupping her in my palm, warming the pink skin. “But you are so very good at being naughty, aren’t you my little slut?” I dip a finger into her slit, making her gasp and wiggle. I withdraw my hand and SMACK!

“See? Here you are wiggling that naughty ass at me even when you know you’ve been so bad.” SMACK! “You knew what your nails in my beard would do to me, hmmm? You thought I would just roll you over and fill that greedy pussy?”

“Yes Sir! I was so bad! Sir!”

“And on top of that…” I dip my fingers into her again, “Here you are just dripping from being spanked! Only naughty little whores get off on being spanked. This is known.”

SMACK!

“And now here Sir is with a hard cock just straining to fuck my naughty little toy...”

I flatten my tongue and run it in circles around the nubbles of her ass, then shove it deep into her sluttiest hole and listen to her squeak breathlessly. I pull it out with a soft pop.

“Oh, was that not your drippy little pussy? Ooops.” I reach for the lube and snarl, “Spread those cheeks, whore. I’m going to make that ass remember me.”

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“Now we’re nice and warmed up, aren’t we, little suckslut? Now Master gets to have his fun.”

Click... Click... Click... Click...

I kept a firm, possessive hand on Suckslut’s back as I circled the spanking bench, slowly clicking the carabiners onto the rings of her cuffs. Coming back around, I used the leash to pull her head down to where I wanted it, then made a loop and set it into a fifth carabiner kindly placed for the purpose.

Click.

Grabbing her hair again, I rubbed her ball-gagged mouth against the bulge in my boxers, then looked into her eyes. She was glazing over a bit, deep enough in subspace to be physically and emotionally pliable. It gave me some needed confidence for what came next. After our first play session, one of Slut’s disappointments had been that I had obviously not been trying hard enough, as I hadn’t left any marks on her.

At heart, I’m basically a spanko. I’d rather have my hand on an ass any day. It was only after my divorce that I began to meet women who wanted a great deal more, and learned to enjoy that too. But at that point in my education, I had never really left my marks on a woman, and I was still struggling with my inner Nice Guy about that.

A lot of the time, being a Dom is about becoming aware of your sub’s boundaries by pushing until you find them. Sometimes it’s about pushing to find yours. So I listened to her describe the clinical way other Doms had marked her, and how much the pain turned her on, and had some ideas of my own.

Taking up the stiffer of the two floggers, I trailed it across her back while I unstrapped her gag. Spitting out the ball she gasped, “Master, please…”

SNAP! Went the flogger across her shoulder blades, light and springy, and she yelped, jerking against the cuffs.

“Please what, little whore? Please punish you for being naughty? Please use all of your slutty little holes? Please put Master’s marks all over you?” I pushed my boxers down so that my cock sprang out just in front of her face. “Why yes, I think I will.”

Grabbing my throbbing cock, I held it just out of reach of her lips, her head straining against the leash to get at me. “Please Master, use my mouth, please, please…”

SNAP! A little harder now across her back, and she arched, moaning. I looped the whip onto my wrist and grabbed her hair again, rubbed the hed of my cock against her lips, smearing my precum on her like an obscene lipstick. “A little appetizer for you, slut. Get a good taste of Master.”

I held her eyes on me while she slowly licked her lips. “Good little suckslut. You want Master’s cock down your little throat?” She nodded, eyes wide and bright. I socked the head of my cock against her lips again, and drove it partway into her mouth, until the most sensitive spot on my cock just below the head was resting right on her tongue. “There you go, little suckhole, some nice, thick Master-cock. Work that little tongue on my cock like a good whore.”

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I let go of her hair, and she bent to her work with a will, slurping and drooling on my shaft as she took me as deep as the leash would let her, slithering her tongue frantically over all the best spots. I spent a few minutes savoring her desperate, primal submission, her groveling need to please my cock, then I grabbed her head and slid right down her throat between one slobbering moan and the next.

“Fuuuucck, that’s a good little suckslut. Take that fucking pole.” I panted as I pumped my cock down her throat, watching her delectable ass wiggle as she rubbed her burning pussy against the leather of the bench. I took up the flogger again and began whisking lightly at her back and ass, enjoying the filthy vibration of her moaning and the yelps when I occasionally landed a harder blow.

I could smell her gushing, and she had gone limp but for the clenching of her ass as she tried to rub her clit against the bench. I gave her two across the back with my whole shoulder, raising welts, and she exploded, screaming around my cock in her throat. I held her head with both hands and fucked her through it, letting her have half a breath before filling her throat again while she bucked and moaned on me.

As she came down, I slid my spit-covered cock from her mouth, and walked around to the toy cabinet to grab the lube and set it on the bench. I needed a minute for my forebrain to examine this. I had just left marks, my signature in welts on this woman. She had cum like a freight train, and the Beast was roaring in triumph.

My marks. My cunt. My whore.

I fucking took this little...

RAAAWWWRRR!!!!

Leaning over to her ear, I grabbed her hair again, pulled her back until the chain snapped taut, “Did you just cum without Master’s permission, you worthless little whore?”

Her eyes flew open, and her mouth worked, but no words came out, just meaningless syllables as I ran my fingers up her slit and wiped her honey across her face. “See how drenched you are, little slut? Master’s going to have to take this little cunthole too.”

That started her right back up again, as I grabbed both ass cheeks and peeled her apart, the gem in her butt plug winking at me as her outer lips split, opening her glistening core. I bent and let my tongue play in her for a minute while she squeaked helplessly.

Stepping back, I brought the flogger into play, whisking at her ass cheeks until they flushed, stopping to caress her pink ass and drooling pussy, starting again harder until she was limp against the bench, her moans coming on each breath. I marked her again with two swings across each cheek, welts across welts to give her something pretty to remember me by.

She screamed out her pain/pleasure, every muscle clenched, and as she collapsed back onto the bench, I plunged my aching-hard cock into her with a Beastly snarl, pulling back and pounding her cervix again and again, “My. Little. Cunthole.” She screamed again and came even harder, pushing me out of her slippery little hole with the strength of her spasms.

“Oh no, little slut. Here you are not only cumming without permission all over again, but that slutty little hole is so dripping wet you’re just squirting Master’s cock right back out.” I slammed back into her, grinding into her pussy while I reached down to her pierced nipples, rolled them between my fingers and thumb, feeling her folds clench and curl around me. “I’ll just have to fuck a tighter little hole and see if you can keep me in there for a minute before you lose your mind over Master’s fuckpole again, hmmm?”

I reached down and twiddled at the plug in her ass, twisting and pulling as she whimpered. “I told you I was going to have to stretch out all of these slutty little holes, and now here we are, aren’t we, slut?”

She moaned, choked out, “Yes Master. Please use your little whore. My ass is all yours.”

RAAAWWWRRR!!!!

I lubed up my cock lightly behind her, still aware enough to remember that while I wanted her to feel like she was being taken a little dry, actual dryness feels like crap to me. Pressing the head of my cock against her puckered hole, I growled, “Whose little hole is this, slut?”

“God, yours, Master, please…”

I reached across and spanked one cheek, “Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to fill that little hole with Master’s huge fuckstick.”

“Oh! God! Please, oh please, Master, it’s so big, I need it in my ass, please, please, uhhhhhhh!” As I slid the head past her sphincter and stopped, she bucked again, snapping the cuffs tight, trying to suck my cock deeper into her and whining, “Master, I need it so bad!”

“Goood little ass-slut.” I held her hips firmly and pushed smoothly into her backdoor, spreading her cheeks to bottom out as deep as I could. She groaned from somewhere deep in her soul as I started to pump her ass, picking up speed as she melted around the steel-hard shaft, until I was using her waist to pound her down on my cock. This time she remembered, squeaking out as fast as she could, “MastermayIpleasecum!!?” before exploding helplessly on my pounding cock anyway.

“Cum for me, you disobedient little hole!” I yelled, spanking at her once more while she shook around me. “Cum all over Master’s co-AARRRRGHHH!!!!”

Fuck it was good. I came unbelievably fucking hard into a screaming, spitting, crying sub whose every hole I had just taken and made mine, while she called me Master and thanked me for my cum deep in her ass.

And she was wearing my marks. Those fireworks hit my brain all over again, and my eyes rolled up in my head a little as I processed how fucking delicious that was. As I slowly slipped out of her tightest hole, as I started to collect myself and think aftercare, I knew that feeling was going to be with me for a long time. And that I was going to enjoy this debrief.

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She stands in front of me, hands clenched behind her back, eyes cast down. She’s trying to look submissive, but she doesn’t really know how, and it’s so goddamn cute that my Beast-brain is raging at me to just throw her down and take her hard.

Patience. Control.

I slap the leather riding crop onto my palm with a crack! and she flinches just a bit, the light sundress whispering deliciously across her curves. She has been instructed to wear only her naughtiest pair of panties underneath, and I can see her nipples straining against the sheer fabric, begging for attention. I can smell her arousal and fear in equal measure, and both are intoxicating.

“Slut,” I say gently, putting the end of the crop beneath her chin, “Look at me.”

She meets my gaze reluctantly. I can see the chaotic mix of emotion in her eyes. She thinks she knows what she wants, but she doesn’t know how to get there. She’s spent most of her life being the most competent person in any room, especially her bedroom. She’s had a succession of yes-men do all the things she tells them to do, but none of the things she can’t ask for. She wants to let go and be helpless, wants to not be responsible for what happens, but she’s afraid of what that means.

I’m going to teach her how to have her cake and eat her too.

“You want to be dominated, and you’re afraid that it lessens you as a woman. You’re afraid of giving up control. You’re afraid that it means you don’t really have power. You’re afraid of not getting it back.”

Her eyes go wide, and she nods just a fraction.

“Submission as a part of sexual play works best when it is an explicit acknowledgment that you have to have power in order to give it up temporarily. You do have power. You can have sex where you call the shots, but you want something different. Getting what you want is your power. You’re just letting me use it for you.”

She takes that in, nods again. Something has softened in her eyes.

“Dominance as a part of sexual play is best when I am finding what a submissive wants and exploring, even pushing the boundaries of that. To do that, we have safe words, so we know where the actual boundaries are, and we communicate. My safe words are ‘yellow’ and ‘red.’ Yellow means hold up; we need to talk about something. I’ve got a cramp, you’re on my hair, I need this scene to go a different way, whatever. Red means hard stop, scene over, cut the ropes. Do you understand?”

She nods a third time, and the Beast-brain growls at me. I will soon cure her of that.

“Do you consent?”

She looks at me for a long moment, deciding whether to trust me. I haven’t asked her what my ex told her - oh, we’ll get to that - but it brought her to me asking questions.

One last nod and the Beast takes over snarling, “On your knees, Slut.”

I can see the immediate hesitation. I’ve been waiting for it, and the crop flickers out to snap! at a nipple behind fabric, not enough to really hurt. Yet.

She stares at me in shock. I’ve always been such a quiet guy, such a nice guy to her, back when I was with her friend. She thought she had me slotted. She’s never met the Beast.

I give her nothing, just a flat stare. “On. Your. Knees.” She drops her gaze again and sinks gracefully to her knees. I can almost hear what she’s thinking will come next, but she’s wrong. My pleasure comes later.

“Knees apart. Sit up straight. Present your chest to me. Hands in your lap, wrists crossed. Now.”

She arranges herself, gaze still down. I pop the other nipple. “You say ‘Yes Sir’ when I give you an order, Slut.”

She looks up at me, trembling a bit. Being called Slut is sending little shockwaves of confusion through her and I’m loving it. “Yes... Sir.”

The first time. Pure pleasure runs through my veins like molten gold.

“This is Position One: Presentation. If I tell you to present yourself or to get on your knees, this is the position you will assume. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You cross your wrists to show submission. If at any time I tell you to submit, you will offer your crossed wrists to me to be tied. If you do not, you will be subdued and disciplined. Do you understand?”

There is another hesitation before she visibly decides to believe me. “Yes, Sir.”

I let that go for now. “Tell me about the kinkiest sex you’ve ever had.”

She blinks at me. I raise the crop just slightly and she drops her gaze again.

“Um... he put his fingers in my... in my butt while he was licking me.”

She forgot my Yes Sir, but I file that away for later as well.

“And? Did you like it?”

She blushes, looks up at me. “It was... okay when he just... rubbed around there. But then he put two fingers in, and it hurt, so... I made him rub it more.”

Goddess, for all her assertiveness, she is so adorably innocent it makes my cock hurt.

“On your hands and knees. Now.” I kneel beside her as she does, taking a pillow from the couch. No Yes, Sir again. That will be five more.

“Now, head on the pillow. Knees apart. Ass in the air. Back straight. Submit your wrists behind your back.”

Her voice is getting shaky now. “Yes. Sir.”

“This is Position Two: Punishment. If I tell you to assume punishment position or to prepare to be disciplined, you will take this position. Do you understand?”

She is silent for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, trembling. I can see her ass move just a bit as her pussy clenches and then she whimpers, “Oh God... Yes, Sir.”

I lay the crop gently on the back of her thigh, drawing it upward as she shudders, lifting the sundress with it, exposing her magnificent ass. Her panties are white, a tiny piece of fabric held together by ribbons, the kind of thing that’s made for someone else to take off.

I leave the sundress halfway up her back and stroke the leather edge of the crop across the darker spot in her panties. She whimpers again. I put down the crop behind her and reach into my pocket.

“Hmm. Getting a little bit drippy, aren’t we?”

Her cheeks flame red, and her “Yes, Sir” comes out as more of a squeak.

Aha. Boundary number one: dirty talk. One of my favorites. “Tell me all about how wet that naughty little pussy is, Slut.” I run a bight of soft rope around her wrists and start tying a double-column so she can feel some pressure and friction. She’s breathing raggedly now, embarrassed as hell but turned on hard by it. She starts to struggle a bit, but I’m already cinching the knot, and soon she’s just struggling to feel the helplessness.

SMACK! She cries out in utter shock as my hand leaves a red print across one ass cheek.

SMACK! Her whole body clenches as I spank her other cheek, and she moans into the pillow.

My tone is gentle, even affectionate. “Disobedient little slut. Tell me how wet that pussy is.” She’s still trying to catch up to her body, her ass wiggling while she tries to figure out why she wants more.

“I’m... I’m really wet.”

SMACK!

My tone turns cold. “That is the third time you have failed to address me as Sir. My instructions were clear, and you will have to be strictly disciplined. Now, try again, and talk like the dirty little slut that you are, ass up, helpless and dripping. These panties are soaked. How wet is that naughty little slut pussy?”

I draw a finger gently along her silk-covered slit, avoiding her clit for now, but making sure to press gently on her rectum along the way. She groans from deep in her belly, trying to push back against my finger. I take it away, holding her in place with a hand on her back.

“God... Okay! Um... my little slut pussy is so fucking wet!” She hisses in frustration, straining at the ropes in earnest now, just starting to understand, just starting to let go.

SMACK! “Shit! Sir! Sir! I’m so fucking wet, Sir! I can feel it trickling out, Sir!”

I cup my hand on one cheek, warm and sensual against pink flesh. “Better. Getting better. But you do still have to be punished for being a disobedient drippy little slut, don’t you? I’m clearly going to have to spank this naughty ass until you learn to be a good little girl.”

We’re back to the squeak, as “good little girl” clenches her sweet puss all over again. “Yes... Sir.”

I reach out and gather up a handful of hair, holding just tight enough to get her attention, “Please Sir, please punish your disobedient slut. I’ve been a very bad girl and I really need to be spanked.”

I can sense the exact moment when her roller coaster ratchets to the very top, that long moment when she hangs in subspace seeing nothing but the track ahead before letting go for the ride.

“Please Sir, please...”

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I got my first hint when she told me she divorced her husband because he tried to take care of her. After the cancer, the hysterectomy, he kept wanting her to eat more, kept trying to get her to care for herself, and it just wasn’t what she wanted, so much so that it had ended their marriage. She didn’t tell me what it was she wanted, what he had failed to understand. I felt a little sorry for him, but she was the issue right now. She was a wounded bird, still too hurt to communicate her needs clearly.

She clearly had needs, because she had been dating with almost manic intention on Feeld. She went down the list of her post-divorce dates over our second lunch together, told me everything wrong with each one. I formed a picture in the negative space of what they all did, paying attention to what they didn’t do. This one handled her with kid gloves. This one treated her like glass. This little piggy cried over her affliction, and she sent him on home.

Sometimes I really am smarter than the average bear. Or maybe I just saw the pattern.

She brought me to her house after lunch, and I sat in the living room looking around while she made us drinks, letting the dogs out into the backyard. She came and sat on the far end of the couch, almost daring me to come closer. I stayed where I was, sipping my drink and waiting for my moment. This was going to be a difficult needle to thread, a black box of emotion to untangle.

The moment came when I asked her about the elaborate Lego set on the mantel, and she got up to show me her pride and joy. I got up too, and stood beside her while she pointed out the details, noting her vibrating tension. In the middle of a particularly long sentence, I slid into her space, pulled her into me with hands on her waist and head, and kissed her hard until I had to hold her up while I mauled her lips and fenced with her tongue.

When I finally broke the kiss, she leaned heavily against me, resting her head on my shoulder for a moment until she spoke softly, “I… I really need to clean up my bedroom. It’s a mess, and I can’t let you see it. Could we… maybe this weekend?”

Game on.

The nice guy in me, the guy my mother approves of, the guy who wants to make people like him, took one step forward before the Beast crawled up his back and cut his throat. I knew what this little bird needed, but it wasn’t going to be pretty, it wasn’t going to be nice, and it wasn’t going to be easy for me.

I looked directly into her eyes and pushed a little fire into mine, pushed my presence into her forebrain. I brought one hand up to her cheek, brushed my thumb across her lips. “No.”

I could see her brain freeze up, “Uhh, no?”

“No. Right fucking now, or not at all.”

She blinked, once, twice. I could see the confusion suddenly resolve to understanding, then the wall came up again. “But… no… my bedroom…”

“No. Right fucking here.” My fist tightened in her hair. “Get on your knees, cunt. I don’t need a bed to wreck those holes, and you don’t deserve one.” She closed her eyes, shivering a little, but otherwise still. A flush was creeping up her neck as she thawed slightly. I leaned in and growled harshly into her ear, “Yellow and Red, whore.”

Then I used my grip on her hair to bring her to her knees before she could think about it anymore.

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Un-fucking-acceptable.

She awakens with a start, moving her hands just enough to pull the chain attached to her cuffs tight with a jangling click! that lets her know the situation. The blindfold helps too. Her hands are fastened above her head, her ankles tied to each corner of the bed, leaving her spread out for me, helpless and on display.

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My voice comes drifting to her, whispering next to her ear, “It has come to Master’s attention that a little slut’s pussy has not been sufficiently licked. Now that it is MY little pussy, I will have to remedy that.”

A quick indrawn breath and, “Yes, Master.” I see her little smile creep onto her mouth, see it pucker into an “O” as I pinch a nipple and pull until she groans from deep inside. I spend plenty of time working her nipples to stiff points with fingers and tongue while I run my hands lightly over her body, enjoying the little gasps and deepening breaths as an appetizer for the moaning to come.

Sometimes I hate having to clean up after the other men in their lives. But sometimes it’s a lot of fun looking good by comparison.

Eventually, when I know that her lips are glistening with the juices filling her puss, I work my way down, leaving a trail of kisses and licks across her belly to her wide-spread thighs. I admire her swelling lips just beginning to split open like glistening flower petals covered with the sweetest nectar in existence.

Soon. Patience is control. I start by thoroughly licking her inner thighs, touching every bit of skin I can, swirling my tongue closer and closer to her core, teasing her as she pushes her hips at me, groaning for my tongue to come put out the fire that’s taking her over, yelping as I bite gently at tender flesh. She whimpers and pulls on her bindings as I bring my head up past her slit, close enough for her to feel my breath, and instead gently lick every inch of her cleanly shaved mound while she giggles helplessly.

I take my time with her outer lips, increasing her impatience now that my mouth is at her center, but not.. quite... there! I can almost feel her embarrassment as her hips jerk spastically at me, out of her control, trying to push that dripping little peach at my face as I back away.

“Please…” she whispers, burning now with the shame of having desires of her own, but helpless to get away from it, forced to accept the thing she doesn’t want to need, but needs to want.

I flatten my tongue and slowly run it from her sweetly puckered little ass all the way up her slit, letting her juices gush into my mouth, and gently slide it up and across her still-hooded clit. Her body goes stiff, and her cry is ripped from her throat.

“Ooooohhhh Masterrrrr!!!!”

With my lips sealed around her core, I chuckle from deep in my chest so she can feel it in her burning hole. Drawing back my head I lick up her slit again, avoiding her clit this time, and say “Good little pussy.”

Sliding my hands under her ass, I place my thumbs on each side of her slit and slowly peel her open for me. Such a good little girl deserves a reward. I stiffen my tongue and shove it into her, wiggling it around to touch every spot it can reach while my upper lip strokes at her clit

Goddess, she is delicious. She orgasms fast and hard, gushing over my tongue as she cries out wordlessly, back arched in a perfect bow. I back off and lick again at her outer and inner lips until she’s almost back down, then dive in again, drinking at her juices.

She gasps, “Oh! OH! OHHHH!!!” and I chuckle into her again.

“Thought I was done, little hole? We’re just getting started.” I slide two fingers smoothly inside her, feeling her pussy tremble.

“Keep count of how many times Master makes his little pussy cum, slut. There will be a test.”

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She’s got her collar on again. She knows it drives me fucking insane.

I’m used to my subs having little signals to tell me what they want when they don’t feel like explaining it in words. If she puts on her cuffs, she wants to do what she’s told and be a good little girl. If she’s bratty at me she wants to be overpowered, subdued, and disciplined. Crossed wrists mean “tie me up, tie me down.”

When she flaunts that collar at me, she’s asking for the Beast to come out and play, and it makes me harder than Chinese arithmetic. She doesn’t want to be Kitten, or Princess, or even Slut tonight. She wants to be Fucktoy.

I hook one finger through the ring at her throat, pull her up against me. My other hand curls slowly into her hair, pulling her chin up while I look into her eyes. “Tell me.”

She whimpers, turning me on even more, “Please, Sir. I’ve been a bad girl.”

Good enough. I growl deep in my throat. “Unwrap my little toy. Slowly.”

She starts to strip, slowly, seductively, each new bit of skin an offering. I grab her leash and a few toys and sit down on the edge of the bed.

It embarrasses her more than a little to unwrap herself like a present, display her body to me, which turns her on more than a bit too. That’s why I do it, beyond the obvious reason. She knows every little thing that’s wrong with her body. I think she’s exquisite and I stare appreciatively while she strips for me.

I’m removing my clothes a bit more abruptly. It’s always fun to make her do it, but she’s not in the mood for slow teasing and neither am I. “Get over here. On your hands and knees.” She crawls over, staring at my cock.

I’m not the longest cock on Earth. More than seven, less than eight. I’m told much more than that can be painful, so I’m fine with what I have. But I do have quite a bit of girth, and that’s usually appreciated by all involved.

I can feel her breath on me as she waits for permission. I click the leash onto the ring on her collar, hold it loosely for now with the loop around one wrist. I bury both fists in her hair and slowly tighten my grip until she gasps. “You may lick Sir’s cock now, little fucktoy. But just your tongue.”

She groans a little in frustration – they always love/hate that I’m so patient. She loves the buildup, but at the same time she wants to get back some power by breaking my control, making me lose my shit and just take her. She’ll get it, just not yet. I’ll give her a few licks first.

Inevitably she eventually disobeys and wraps her lips around the head of my cock, sucking at me. The crop is right at hand and she squeals around me as it leaves a nice red triangle on her ass. I hold her firmly in place with the other hand wrapped in her hair as I leave another mark right next to it.

“Greedy little fucktoy.” I snarl, pushing her head smoothly down my cock, holding it just short of closing her throat, pulling back against her efforts to take it deeper. “Disobedient little girls get punished.”

I love this crop. It’s long enough to reach her wiggly ass while I skull-fuck my toy. I start slowly, little snaps here and there, savoring every flinch and moan around my cock while I open up her throat. As I ramp up the impact I can see her hands move between her legs, see her arms move as she plays with her puss for me.

I’m leaning forward to get at the back of her ass and upper thighs, she’s gone from moaning around my cock to a kind of sobbing growl. Almost ready. I lay the crop aside, grab the leash near her neck, use it to pull her down on me, use her hair to pull her back up. “Bad… little… fucktoy.”

Her arms are moving faster now. I let go of her leash again, push her head back down and fuck-fuck-fuck the head of my cock down her throat. I take the flogger this time and gently slap it across her ass and thighs, once, twice. The third time sets her off as the straps smack against her streaming pussy, and her scream around my cock sets me off too. The Beast roars as I shoot.

Once I’ve deflated in her mouth and she’s finished getting every drop she can from me, I let her slump to the floor. “Good little fucktoy. But we’re not done yet.” I tug on the leash, “Get up here on the bed with that ass in the air.”

I grab the buttplug and some lube. Thanks to modern medicine I’ll be back soon, and in the meantime I’ve still got hands and a tongue. “Good little fucktoy. Now, tell me all about how bad you’ve been.”

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I woke to early morning light dripping in through the huge windows and sneaking silently about the room. I stretched like an old and well-fucked lion, and turned to watch Faerie sleep beside me. She was wearing her cuffs and collar, with wrists and ankles clipped together and a loose chain running from wrist to ankles. Her leash was tied to the thick post of the headboard. She slept curled up with a little smile across her face. I hated to wake her.

SMACK! Her eyes flew open as she jerked awake with Sir’s palmprint turning red on her ass.

“Up, slut! The day is awake, and so am I! Time for coffee, you can bring it to me out on the deck.” For just a moment I saw real anger flash in her eyes, and I hardened my heart to stare her down until the submissive rush hit her and she remembered what we were up to. “Yes, Sir.”

I unclipped the chain and the ankle cuffs, then reclipped the chain to both ankles, leaving her wrists cuffed and her leash trailing. “Better, little slut. Getting better. Coffee on the deck.” She pouted just a little at the cuffed wrists. I made a note for later as she shuffled towards the kitchen, while I headed to the bathroom.

Faerie is by far the smartest and most active submissive I have had the pleasure to Dom. I don’t mean that she’s a brat - not that I don’t love brats too! - rather she is actively submissive. She loves to play with bondage and impact, and has a strong praise/degradation kink I enjoy exploiting, but what she loves most is just the act of submission, such that what she submits to is mostly icing on the cake. She loves to be challenged, loves it when I deliberately make things difficult for her. She takes justified pride in figuring out how to bypass the obstacles and submit to me at almost all costs.

I love it. All women are different, all are delicious. It’s also a responsibility. Not a burden - oh no! - but a job, and a partnership at that. This is where I see so many men and some women get dominance wrong. It’s never about, “I just get what I want, and my sub must like it.”

It’s about operating in the Venn diagram overlap between what turns me on and what turns her on, pushing to find out where the lines are for both of us. It takes work, thought, observation, and communication to be actively dominant. I have to keep finding the little difficulties to throw at her without making them impossible, keep finding ways to be degrading and selfish and imperious without crossing into abusive-actual.

Subspace is about turning your brain off by giving up control and responsibility. I’ve never been there, but I’m sure it’s great. I sure do love sending people there. Domspace is about running your brain at double speed to take on all that control and responsibility and make it work.

I’m just that kind of control freak, I guess. When it all clicks, it’s like solving a Rubik’s cube while riding a unicycle on a high wire - and the crowd goes wild!

When it doesn’t, then you take the fall, hope you’ve built a net made out of trust, and you’ll get to do better next time.

I took a long and satisfying piss, using a piece of toilet paper to wipe the head of my stiffening cock as I contemplated my plans for the day. (Men, seriously… trust me on this.) Faerie was in the other bathroom as I strode naked through a warm cloud of coffee-scent on my way out to the deck. Out in the sunrise, I tossed a towel over an Adirondack chair and placed a short flogger on the arm, unrolled a yoga mat in front, and sat down to enjoy the view.

Faerie came shuffling out on the deck with a steaming mug of coffee in both hands, handed it carefully to me, standing attentively by the chair as I sipped appreciatively. “Mmmm, just right. Good girl.” I set the mug down and unclipped her wrists, turning her and reclipping them behind her back. Taking up the mug, I sipped again, smacked my lips, and indicated the yoga mat at my feet, “Get on your knees, little fucktoy, and please Sir’s cock with your tongue.”

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As she sank to her knees on the mat I added, ”Just your tongue to start with, fucktoy. Get it all wet for your slutty little throat first.” She let out a breathless, half-moaning, “Yes Sir”, and leaned forward to draw her tongue slowly up my shaft.

“Oh, gooooood little toy.” I groaned as my cock jerked and bounced from the contact, wobbling from side to side as she tried to chase it down with no hands. I leaned back with my coffee and the stunning view while I let her work the problem. She trapped my shaft against my groin eventually, using her nose to keep me still while she worked her tongue up and down both sides of my cock. “Good little slut. See how hard you make Sir’s cock?”

She blushed a little and pushed her face into my groin, hips squirming. Time to push some more buttons. Talking dirty was a big one for her, a layer cake of embarrassment and self-consciousness and humiliation to push her through. We had discussed it, and I had already enjoyed playing with that button, but today I was going to to push it some more.

I took my cock in one hand, holding it at the base, and slapped at her with it. “See… how hard… you make… Sir’s cock? Answer me, whore!”

“Yes, Sir!” She was blushing harder, and I was growling now as the Beast unfolded himself like origami out of my hindbrain. I put down both dick and coffee, grabbed her hair, forcing her eyes up at me, and picked up the flogger. SMACK! went the tails across her upper back, and she groaned.. “Not good enough, whore. What’s the rule?”

She dropped her eyes to my cock again, “I can only wear the clothes Sir gives me?”

SMACK! “Try again, you dumb little cunt.”

“I’m not allowed to touch myself unless Sir tells me to.” A little smile now.

SMACK! “Naughty little whore. Next?”

“I can only cum with Sir’s permission.”

SMACK! “Getting there, little cocksleeve. Which one did I mean?”

“I must worship Sir’s cock… out loud.”

SMACK! “Ex-actly! You’re supposed to be using your words, little cunt.” I put down the flogger and forced my thumb into her mouth. “Whose feral little hole is this, slut?” Her eyes rolled up a bit with the rush, and she sucked on my thumb for a second, moving her knees to rub her lower lips together before gasping, “Yours, Shir. All my feral little holesh are yoursh.”

“Horny little slut, getting all drippy and wiggly just from sucking my thumb.” I snarled, taking my hand away. I pushed her face back down to my balls and rubbed her against me. “Beg me to use your little suckhole, cunt.” I saw her hips jerk as the order broke her, blew through her inhibitions, stopped her overthink, and leaked down her thighs. “OOHHHHH Sir please use my suckhole, please fuck my little mouth, pleasepleasesir.”

“Good little cunt. Open wide and take the head.” I dragged her tongue up the shaft and slid the head between her lips. She went wild, sliding her tongue around to lick at my precum, straining to take me deeper, stretching against my hand in her hair to push her lips farther down.

SMACK! “Patience, suckhole. I’m using you at my pace.” I gave her another minute to stew while nursing at the head of my cock like a sordid pacifier, then pushed her head slowly down my shaft. “Theeere you go, little cocksucker, take it for Sir.” She went straight to work, greedily engulfing my cock to the root and working her tongue on me frantically as she started bobbing her head like a good little suckhole. I let go of her hair and grabbed the leash instead, set down the flogger, and leaned back with my coffee to enjoy the view again.

For a while, there was no sound but the sighing of the wind through the trees, the filthy wet slurps of a highly motivated blowjob, and the low snarls of the Beast. Having broken her to harness, I let her suckle at me for a timeless time; pliable, dripping wet, and eager to please. I sat enjoying my coffee, the fruits of my labors, and the opportunity to let my Dom-brain spin in neutral while she sent lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine.

When my coffee was finished, I took her head in both hands, held her firmly in place, and let the Beast skull-fuck her, wiggling and squealing on my shaft, until I could smell her pussy gush. Pulling her head up off me, I growled, “Good little suckhole. Up on your feet.” I took the yoga mat and led her by the leash to the deck rail. Throwing the mat over the sturdy top rail, I bent her over, tying her leash to the bottom and running her ankle chain through the vertical bars for good measure.

Stepping back, I admired my work again. I do have to admit I’m pretty good at this. She was bent over the railing, panting softly into the void, staring straight out into the valley far below with the leash holding her in place. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and her magnificent ass was tilted up like it was being served to me on a platter.

Beautiful. I grabbed the flogger and stalked over, letting her watch the tails swing. Her eyes got wide, and she started to wiggle again. I ran one hand up a thigh slick with her juices. “Here you are all soaking wet from choking on Sir’s big, hairy cock.” I let my fingers draw lightly up her slit. “That sounds like something only naughty little cunts do.” She let out a gutteral groan at the contact, her lips fluttering against my fingers as she clenched on nothing. I stepped back and swung the flogger in a moulinet, laying a quick four-stroke figure-eight across her ass, timed for each snap! to coincide with my words landing in her brain.

“Naughty. Wet. Little. Cunt.”

She jerked, “Oh fuck yes Sir! My naughty little cunt is dripping for you!”

I had her right where I wanted her, helpless, dripping wet, and pushed past her embarrassment and self-consciousness at talking dirty until the embarrassment itself became a turn-on. I adore making women say filthy things with cheeks aflame, and my verbal little Faerie was finding out that she loved being forced to talk dirty, struggling harder and harder to submit as it became harder to talk at all.

Venn diagram for the win.

I socked my hard cock against her slit, rubbing the head up and down her lips and growling. “Naughty little cunts need to get filled up and fucked hard, don’t you think? To pound all that naughty out.”

“Yes Sir! Please fuck my naughty cunt. Please!” She tried to wiggle her ass back onto my cock, desperate to fill that empty, clasping little hole, but found she could only wiggle appealingly. Which, to give me credit, was part of my plan. I slid the head of my cock just inside her and stopped. She gasped at being opened, gasped again when no more followed. “OOOHHHHH PLEEEEASE SIR!!!”

SMACK! I pulled out and aimed a hard underhand spank at the crease where ass meets thigh. “Bad little whore. You get fucked the way Sir says you get fucked.” I spanked the other cheek. “Say it.”

“Yes Sir! I’m sorry Sir!” She was almost babbling now, pulling at her cuffs just to feel the helplessness. “I get fucked the way Sir says I get fucked! Sir, pleaseplease use my naughty little cunt, PLEASE!”

I opened her up with the head again, slid another inch in behind it. “Good little fucktoy. Beg for what you want.” I started with short strokes, opening her up inch by inch while she begged, pleaded, wiggled, and cajoled. By the time I was fully seated in her, pressed firmly against her cervix, her pleading had become only parts of words, “Pl-uuuuh! Fu-aaaah! SiiiiiiOOOHH!!!”

I reached down and grabbed her har, pulling gently, “Naughty little cunt. Time to get railed.”

I drew out slowly, then grabbed the rail with both hands and fucked her with long, smooth strokes while her words dissolved into babbling moans and grunts. She was trying to keep herself quiet, but I could still hear her pleasure starting to echo back from across the valley. I spanked her twice, hard and started fucking her even harder. “Louder, cocksleeve. Tell everybody down there whose little cunthole this is!“

I used one hand on the rail to pound her soaking pussy and the other hand to spank her tight ass while she screamed her orgasmic humiliation down into the valley for all to hear. My little hole went crazy on my shaft, clenching and gripping and rippling at me as I ground the head of my cock against her cervix.

“UUUUHHHH!!! UUUUUUUHHHH!!! AAAAHHHHH!!! SIIIIRRRRRRRRR!”

A whole word! I was so proud of my little slut for about a half a second before the Beast took over and fucked her tight, slick little pussy like a crazed monkey, bellowing as I sprayed her cervix with my own orgasm.

I let her pulse around my cock for a minute while I regained control of the bridge and locked the Beast away again. Caressing her back and neck, I growled, “Such a good little slut you are” and felt her clench hard around me. Slowly withdrawing, I unclipped and untied her, supporting her back to the chair. Kissing her on the forehead, I murmured, “Very good girl” as her eyes fluttered closed. I estimated that it would take heavy construction equipment to remove the smile from her face.

I snagged my coffee cup and wandered into the kitchen for a refill, putting the kettle on for her tea. What a lovely morning it was.

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I stood leaning against the chest-high railing on the top floor of an expansive two-level back deck, holding a glass of icy white wine in one hand and a joint in the other. Beneath the railing was a sheer cliff face dropping hundreds of feet before giving way to a sea of trees still falling steeply down the mountainside into the valley in a breathtaking descent, then continuing on to cover a succession of other, lower peaks stretching as far as the eye could see, only slightly blurred by the thin, nearly translucent cloud layer that I was currently standing above. I stood for a few moments finishing the joint, then stubbed it out in the ashtray and took a few deep breaths, combing through my mind for the last stray thoughts, putting away uncertainty, vulnerability, and that voice from my Always Respect Women upbringing that inevitably pops in to say, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Shut up. She wants this.

I settle into calm and ruthless confidence. I am a hoplite of Athena. Time to Dom.

Walking inside through the massive glass and wood beam wall covering the entire rear side of the cabin, I took the stairs down. The view was still spectacular from the game room. I sipped my wine, contemplating the myriad uses of a good sturdy pool table until my timer beeped. 15 minutes was probably long enough for my little bondage faerie to get warmed up.

I took the bottle with me out onto the lower deck, where the spectacular view was right in front of the windows. My few minutes of work last night had paid off handsomely. I was able to drop a rope down between the boards of the upper deck and wrap around the massive wooden beam below, gaining the strongest hitch point imaginable for a pulley. A length of rope led from a tie-off at the deck railing, up through the pulley and down to the double-column around my little slut’s wrists. A slip knot at the rail let me adjust the rope, which was currently just tight enough to hold her up on the balls of her feet, but let her lift up and hang free as she wanted. Currently, she was drifting free in the light breeze, lost in subspace

She was blindfolded and cock-gagged, as befits a slut being punished. As instructed, she had put on a nearly transparent teddy that drifted off her magnificent tits like a waft of air, and matching panties that were entirely transparent by the time I left them around her chained ankles to go find the wine. Under both lay the thin criscrossing lines that formed her harness, diamonds of rope rubbing at her skin and squeezing at her breasts with every movement today. One thin rope passed from the belt around her waist and down between her legs to the back, nestled snugly between her pussy lips and against her clit.

I put the bottle on the table with a loud clink! and took a long sip from the glass while I rummaged through the toy bag. “Magnificent. And the wine is quite good as well.”

I caught her little smile behind the gag, and drew the crop up her thigh gently, eliciting a shudder. “Do you know why you’re being punished, you naughty little cunt?”

She shook her head at me, a little frantic. I stepped around behind her, ran the crop up and over the curve of her ass, leaned over her shoulder to murmur into her ear, “Because I can. Because you are. My. Little. Cunt.” I punctuated each word with a snap! of the crop against her magnificent ass and savored the muffled yelps.

When she stopped wiggling, I leaned in and licked her ear lightly, murmuring, “My, it seems like I’ve got you right where I want you, doesn’t it, little faerie? Almost like…<nibble> I’ve got myself…<nibble> a cliff-hanger.”

But that all came later.

From the front, the cabin really isn’t all that. Driving up, all you see is a fairly unassuming two-story log cabin with a gabled roof, but Faerie was nearly hopping in her seat with excitement as we parked. She had been here before, but not with someone like me, and she had been talking about taking me here ever since we met. As I took my hand off her thigh and got out of the car to stretch, I could start to see why. The cabin sat perched on a shoulder near the peak of the tallest mountain in the area. To my right ran the plain front wall ending hard against the woods, with a trail running upwards to the peak. To my left was a stone firepit with Adirondack chairs circled around.

In front of me was the door, sited on a huge wooden deck that wrapped around the other three sides of the cabin. But because the cabin itself was sited on the very edge of a sheer cliff face, the deck on the back side hung suspended over the long drop, as well as the second-level decking just below it The resulting view was… fucking breathtaking, a sprawling bowl of wilderness far, far below, fronted by a hemisphere of faraway mountains. I stood just watching for a second before Faerie grabbed my hand and led me inside.

The door opened onto a small vestibule, which opened onto a modestly trim kitchen, which opened onto… Wow. The living/dining room took up half the cabin’s upper floor, and was roughly paneled in a light blond wood. On the left ran a long oak dining table, and to the right was an L-shaped couch around a cheerful Southwestern stone fireplace with a TV mounted above it. But the entire back wall was all huge windows set into the wooden beams, bringing the golden evening sunlight and expansive view right into the room. In the back half of the top floor lay the master suite, and downstairs was the game room with a pool table, poker table, and another fireplace and TV with a small couch. Outside on a corner of the lower deck was a hot tub with the finest view for miles around. Wow.

Walking back up to the upper deck gave us the cherry on top of the sundae. With the cabin behind us we stood at the rail and looked straight down for thousands of feet and out for miles across the bowl, seeing little dots of lakes here and there. We were suspended above the mountain by the sheer power of overengineering, and we both contemplated that for a moment before going to unpack the car.

With bags unpacked and a couple day’s worth of groceries put away, we repaired to the giant oak table with the barbecue dinner we had picked up on our way through town. As I set my pulled pork and mashed potatoes down, I said, “Shall we go back to town tomorrow for the rest of the groceries? Maybe explore the town?”

She put down her fork, looking down at her plate, “That’s up to you, Sir. Everything is up to you this week… Sir.”

I raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Do go on, little slut. I’m listening.”

Faerie raised her luminous eyes to meet mine, “I wanted us to come here because I want to be totally yours this week, your slave. I trust you to know what I want and make me do it. Every time we play, over text or in-person, you use that imagination of yours to blow my mind. I want all of it. I want you to use me like your little fucktoy, your house slave, do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours, Sir.”

I let the silence stretch as slowly as the evil grin. “In that case, why are your fucking clothes still on?”

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Soon enough, they were not. “Good girl. Go put on your collar and bring me my backpack.” I watched her ass wiggle as she padded off to the bedroom, then moved the food to one end of the table. Returning, she handed me my pack. “Get up on the table, slut.” I indicated the unoccupied end, “On your back, legs down here.” Taking lengths of rope from my pack, I put her knees over the edge of the table and tied her ankles to each leg. One more length ran up the table past the food and kept her wrists above her head where they belonged. I stood up and judged my work. Not bad.

I bent and took her discarded panties from the floor, holding them to my nose and breathing deeply, watching her blush a little. Goddess, how I love making them blush. I leaned over and kissed her long and gently, sucking her lips between mine until her hips started to buck ever so slightly, then pulled away and stuffed her fragrant panties into her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and her hips bucked again, harder this time.

“Greedy little pussy.” I said, running my hand up her side and drawing one finger teasingly around a rapidly stiffening nipple. I ran my fingers gently along her belly, making her jump and giggle.

Then, taking the containers of food, I made her my dinner. I heaped warm pulled pork on her belly, drizzling barbecue sauce in a neat spiral. Mashed potatoes fit nicely in the valley between her tits, and she moaned as the gravy overflowed and ran down her sides and up her neck. I saw her eyes roll back a little as I daubed a bit of gravy on each nipple, and she began to whimper helplessly as I took a biscuit and scooped mashed potatoes off her chest with it, eating it slowly while watching the fireworks go off in her brain. I took a fork and acquired some pulled pork, making sure to drag the tines across her skin while she tried not to wiggle too much.

I forked my little bondage faerie slowly and relentlessly, savoring every bite as her muffled moans and whines provided unique spice, watching her pussy lips swell and slowly open as she got wetter and wetter. Then, when I was finished, I licked my plate clean, slowly sweeping my tongue over her belly and into the valley of her breasts and down each side of her neck as she writhed desperately under my mouth, arching her back into a straining bow as I sucked gravy off her nipples. I could smell her arousal peak as her slit boiled over.

“A lovely dinner, wasn’t it, little slut? Time for dessert now.” I growled in her ear. She nodded frantically, wordless, bucking her hips as if trying to reach for me with her pussy, her moans coming with each ragged breath out.

Putting a chair between her spread legs, I sat and put my hands just inside her knees, pressing my thumbs into muscle until she gasped a little, then running my palms up her thighs and over her hipbones, avoiding her dripping slit for now. I bent and licked up her inner thighs while my hands slid further up to her tits, squeezing and kneading while she wiggled and whimpered, trying to get her most sensitive parts in contact with me, seeking sweet friction.

When I trapped both aching nipples between my fingers and pulled up against the weight of her breasts, she made a gutteral noise and arched her back again, presenting her sweet dripping hole directly to my tongue. Not one to waste such an opportunity, I licked her from stern to stem, drawing my tongue flat from her pucker across her pussy lips, flicking her clit at the top, and the yowling started.

Oh, how I made a mess of my tasty little dessert. I ate her sweet hole slowly and methodically, pushing my tongue deep into her, circling her clit until she begged for more, bringing her higher and higher until her shouts echoed off the walls. Eventually, I slipped two fingers into her burning core, crooking them to stroke at just the right spot and sucking hard at her clit until she exploded.

I love everything about making women cum, especially the sounds they make. Some are verbal, shouting their delight in words. (OhyesdaddyyesdaddyYESDADDY is a recent personal favorite.) Some go completely silent, muscles locked, frozen into the little death. Some scream into a pillow. Faerie got less and less verbal the closer she got until she was just a long series of grunting moans. I loved it, and loved the flood of juices dancing on my tongue. All women are delicious.

I brought her down gently, avoiding her oversensitive clit and letting her pulse gently around my fingers for a minute before withdrawing them. Her eyes were closed, and a beautific smile lit her face as I removed the panties and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Then I wiped my fingers across her mouth just below her nose. “Good little cunt. You can clean up.”

Continued in Part 2 and beyond!

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Hauling her up into a sitting position, I unlocked her ankles and said, “Catch your breath, and then you can show me the dungeon.”

She sat for a moment looking at me, her eyes soft, breathing deep, searching my face for approval. I stared back with a slight frown, arms folded, as if waiting for her to recover was a mild inconvenience. She melted a little under my gaze and dropped her eyes. Standing up, she moved to the row of wooden bookcases behind the couch. Looking back at me she smiled around the gag and giggled. Reaching up with her cuffed hands, she fumbled for a book, then pulled it outward.

Like a movie cliche, that section of bookcase pivoted inward to reveal a narrow space behind the false wall of shelving. Dude had built a no-shit nerdcore secret fucking door to his sex dungeon. I laughed a deep belly laugh. Somebody had their priorities in order.

At the end of the space was a spiral staircase headed down. I stepped up close behind her, taking a couple of wraps of her leash around my hand to keep a little tension between us. I bit down on the back of her shoulder and then smiled into her ear while she shivered, “After you, milady.”

At the bottom of the stairs was a doorway painted to resemble a medieval stone arch. Once again I thought well of the owner’s nerdcore priorities. Pulling on the leash, I stopped her in her tracks, put a hand on her head. “On your knees now, whore. Show me the dungeon the way a little cunt should.”

She dropped to her knees immediately and reached for the ornate handle. Turning it awkwardly with cuffed wrists, she pushed it open to reveal a little slice of heaven. Shuffling inside, she gestured to indicate the X-cross that towered over a cozy little room from one corner. A beautiful wooden spanking bench occupied the center point, anchored through the soft rubberized matting that covered the floor. A padded bench ran along one wall, the ornately carved back offering numerous black carabiners as hitch points. Two shibari hitch points and a hanging bar with a spreader extension dangled from the ceiling.

Heaven, I say.

I tied her leash to a hitch point, taking up the slack to keep her sitting up straight with those pierced titties on offer, and moved to the cabinet in the other corner. Her friend had left all the toys he was content for us to use, as long as we left them clean and as we found them. I was going to enjoy making her clean them.

I took out the largest flogger, admired the ornately decorated handle, ran my hand over the soft leather. A good starter piece. I took it and a smaller one with stiffer tails, laid them on the bench for her to admire while I untied her leash and dragged her over to the hanging bar. Pulling her to her feet, I cuffed each wrist to the bar, cuffed her ankles to the spreader, and went to the wall, where our nerdcore proprietor had run the hanger rope to a motif-appropriate naval cleat. I undid the half-hitch and pulled until Slut was up on the balls of her feet, twisting a bit as she stepped for balance. I redid the hitch and took a moment to admire that sweet little ass as it rippled.

Stepping around her, I took up the large flogger. I approached slowly, looking at her sternly. I knew she was melting a bit from the look in her eyes, getting off on the anticipation and the little frisson of fear. I took the chain between her clamps in one hand, tested the grip by lifting up until she gasped for breath. I could smell her pussy flood again, and the Beast took over.

“You already know what a naughty little whore you’ve been, don’t you? Surely you get that by now, slut.”

She nodded a little frantically. I dropped the chain and hit her across the midriff with the flogger, once and back so quickly she felt the sting before she saw it coming, then once across each thigh as she curled up in reaction and swung free for a moment. I steadied her with my left hand around her throat, growled into her ear, “Feet on the floor, little cunt. If you can’t do that, I’ll just beat you until you’re limp.”

She whimpered and got her feet down.

“Good little suckslut.” I removed the nipple clamps and watched her eyes roll up at the sensations of blood returning, then stepped back again and started on her front, lightly flogging at her midriff before working up to her tits with more intensity, hearing her moans turn to yelps and then to muffled shrieks whenever she inevitably lost her footing and I gave her harder strokes until she found it again.

Stepping around behind her I took a moment to admire her magnificent ass, clenched tight with the effort of staying steady. I bent, reached a hand between her legs, ran it slowly up from her calf past her knee, stopping at mid-thigh. Straightening up, I took my hand away, hearing her whine softly in disappointment. Grabbing the back of her head, I pulled her back until I could growl against her bared neck, “Fucking little whore. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

Stepping back, I gave her a long set of underhand whirling strokes, flicking my wrist to strike under the curve of her cheeks where she was most sensitive, using every stroke to lift her cheeks and make her pussy move. By the time I was done there was only gutteral groaning behind the gag, and she hung twitching helplessly. I snarled into her ear again, “On your knees when I let you down, little cunt.”

Undoing the knot, I let the rope run against the cleat until she was on her knees, still suspended by her wrists. Redoing the hitch, I released her ankles and clipped her leash again before unhooking her wrists. Taking a firm hold on the leash just below her neck, I pulled her over to the spanking bench and guided her to straddle it. Taking the leash in my left hand, I pulled her head down to the padded surface, holding her there while I ran my right hand slowly down her back and over her beautiful ass, gripping one cheek hard, and whispering in her ear, “Now we’re nice and warmed up, aren’t we little suckslut? Now Master gets to have his fun.”

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“Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.”

I can see the emotions play across her face, see the little tremble in her hands as she picks at her food, her eyes down. That I’m the only one in the place who can see it for what it is just makes it all extra delicious. She’s trying to keep up with the conversation in the moderately loud babble of the sports bar, watching me out of the corner of her eye, trying not to flinch every time I reach towards my phone lying out on the table.

Silly kitten, I’ve been scrolling Fet. I switch over to the vibrator app and set it to 1. She goes motionless for a long second, eyes closed, biting down on her fork as if savoring the meal. I wonder if she can still taste my cum.

When her eyes open she looks straight at me, pleading in every line of her face. I raise an eyebrow and she looks away, blushing. She has been clearly instructed not to look at me and that will be ten with the crop for next time. I set the vibe to 3 for ten seconds and then back to 2. Her blush deepens, and she grabs for her drink to steady herself. Such a pretty blush she has.

It’s so goddamn tempting, but we are in public after all. I wait until she has set down the drink and clearly swallowed the alcohol before turning on the butt plug. See? I’m nice.

It’s like I just hooked her up to a car battery. Her whole body goes stiff for another second, and when she reaches for the fork again the trembling is more noticeable.

I turn off the butt plug again. Softly, softly, makee monkey cum in public. Bad Dom, no get arrested.

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“How far that little candle throws its beams!”

I subtly cover the screen as the pretty waitress brings my coffee, then I sip at my cup with my head down so I can watch her while appearing absorbed in my phone. After a moment of anticipation while she tenses, I start to scroll Clitter.

Up just a bit. Down just a bit. Up. Up. Down. Uuup. She gasps a cough into her hand, or is it a breathy whimper? Down. Down. She takes another drink, a hard slug this time, and I wait again, watching her swallow…

Uuuuuup. DownUp. UpDown.

I am fucking evil. This is immoral, antisocial, even naughty. The church ladies at the next table would blow their stacks if they knew. Then they would go home and wank themselves to sleep, because we’re all monkeys.

But fuck all y’all, she wanted this. I switch to the buttplug. This time I ease it in slowly, watching her start to wiggle that fuckable little ass around, squirming just slightly. The blush is coming back. She knows I like it when she wiggles for me, and it embarrasses her to no end.

I’m hard as a rock just watching her. The control is absolutely doing it for me. Let’s dial in some more buttplug, shall we?

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“So shines a good deed in a naughty world.”

Now she’s relaxing into it a bit, eyes bright, looking around a little helplessly, breathing deep. Switching back to the vibe, I start to inch it up bit by bit, watching her breathing hitch and stutter. Almost now. I’m just waiting for…

The local sportsball team scores to great hue and cry. All eyes turn to the TV over the bar in a happy babble. I run the vibe just under full, set the buttplug to an intermittent stutter.

She drops her fork and bites down on her hand as she cums hard. I can just hear her muffled squeaks, and so can the pretty waitress refilling drinks at the table, who stares in growing awareness and - amusement? – as the shudders subside and her eyes open. The two share a moment of shy recognition as the chatter dies down and the waitress returns to her tables.

I turn the vibe down, and let the plug continue in slow gentle waves as she comes back to the world.

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”

This time when the pretty little waitress leans over to refill my coffee, I “forget” to cover my screen and she gets a look. Her eyes go wide, and she looks over to the next table. When she looks back at me, I smile at the mixed shock and amusement on her face, raise my eyebrows.

She looks again, back to me, mouths, “Does he know?”

I put a devilish twinkle in my eyes, “When he finds out, he’ll be thanking me for what she’s about to do to him.”

The waitress has a cute blush too, and the look she gives me as she turns away is speculative.

What a fuckable little ass she has…

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Talk about an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Not gonna lie, Suckslut scared me a little bit. I was technically out of my depth with her, but having a genuine just-fucking-beat-the-shit-out-of-me submissive offering a weekend in a sex dungeon? Fuck yeah.

I had told her I was leaning into my darkness, that I had learned some things since our last time, that I had found I loved to be degrading and learned to play safely with things like choking and slapping, that I needed somebody to really let go with, and I knew she was good for it. She said I was speaking directly to her mind and her clit at once, and sent me a picture with a lipstick circle drawn around her mouth and arrows on both cheeks. On her forehead was written SUCKSLUT.

Fuck. Yeah,

So I came off the train on a Friday afternoon with my Dom pack and a wheelie and there she was in the lobby, arms wide for a hug. She was about my height, a little under, a bit thin for my taste, and wore her hair pixie-short and purple. I appreciated the color, but it wasn’t my favorite hairstyle of all time for purely selfish reasons - less to grab onto. But it matched her smartass personality and reminded me that I had to actively top her to bring out the sub.

She had on a white lacy top under a short black leather jacket over a whispery-light floral sundress, and with her arms wide she showed me and everybody else that she had no bra on. As per my instructions.

I had dressed her from the panties up. I like knowing how my sluts are wrapped.

I held her tight to me, running one hand down to the top of her ass while I kept the other between her shoulders and kissed her like I was going to take her right there on the floor. She squealed into my mouth and melted a little. This was going to be fun.

Breaking the kiss I let her rest her head on my shoulder, letting her smell me, putting my hand lightly on her head to enforce it. “Did you do what I told you, slut?” I breathed in her ear. She nodded into me, face buried in my chest. She was to arrive early, leaving enough time to hitch up her skirt and touch herself gently and slowly through her panties in her parked car for ten minutes before meeting me.

I let my fingers curl into the back of her hair just a bit. “What do we say, whore?” I whispered roughly. Still too damn short for my taste, but just the threat of yanking on her hair in the middle of a crowded train station did nicely for her.

“Yes Sir! I did what you told me. Sir.”

“Better, little slut. Ten for not saying Yes Sir right away.” I smiled into her ear so she could feel it. She shivered. “Now go into the bathroom and get a stall. Pinch those nipples hard until my panties are all soaked. Take them off and bring them out to me. In your hand.”

She huffed in a breath as I released her, and I could see her hesitate, eyes wide. I let my eyes flicker around the moderately crowded station, then back to her, raised one eyebrow as I stared her down. How much of a scene did she want to make here?

I watched her take that in, that I had put her in a position of a small exhibitionist scene or the potential for a much larger one. I watched her look at my eyes and calculate the risk of what I might do.

Once upon a time that would have put me off my game. That was in the past.

I had planned for her to hesitate. I moved quickly but smoothly, stepping forward and enfolding her in my arms again before she could react, just two lovers embracing in a train station except my left hand held her head firmly into my chest, fingers white against her skull, pressing her mouth into my shoulder. I put some steel into my whisper this time, “Naughty little whore. Twenty more for hesitating.” I brought my right hand around between us, caught a nipple between finger and thumb, slowly applied pressure against the piercing, ramping up.

She groaned into me, deep and gutteral, ramping into a whine as I pinched harder. Her knees shook against mine as her muffled surrender came. “Yesh! Yesh Shir!” I brought my arm back around into a warm hug. “Good little slut. Go bring me my panties.” I kissed the top of her head and released her.

Turning away, she took two wobbly steps and paused to look back at me, mouthed, “They’re already soaked, Sir.”

Fuck. Yeah.

Confidence and competence, gentlemen. These are the keys to good dominance. Be calmly, serenely confident that your orders will be obeyed, eventually. Back up that confidence by knowing what the fuck you are doing and planning ahead. Confidence must be manufactured. Competence must be acquired.

I made sure she could feel me watching her ass wiggle while she walked away, winked at her when she looked back again. I savored the knowing nods of two distinguished-looking older gentlemen passing in the crowd like applause - she was twenty years younger, after all - and found a bench at the far end of the station to make her walk as far as possible.

The play of emotions across her face when she came out looking around for me, missing a step when she saw where I was, the wicked grin telling her why…

Delicious.

I stood as she approached, casually accepted my new pair of panties from her clenched hand as she looked around her, casually brought the scrap of silk and lace to my nose and took a deep whiff of her her heady aroma, watching her blush race from her neck to her purple hair, then put them in my pocket and gestured to the door.

“After you, milady.” I imagined that sundress playing across her naked ass with every wiggle.

In the car I said, “So tell me about this sex dungeon.” and half-listened to her faltering explanation while I unfolded my new panties from my pocket and inhaled her scent again. I heard a whimper as she drove carefully while watching me delicately lick the soaking wet patch out of the corner of her eye. As she parked the car and turned to me, ready to say something cutting, I sucked the entire wet patch into my mouth and she moaned out loud instead. I put them back in my pocket, popped my seatbelt. “After you, milady.”

There was a wet spot in her sundress as I followed her through the upscale lobby. I put my hand on it in the elevator to let her know I knew, gripping her ass hard until she gasped and turned into me, kissing me with short, hungry pecks while I grabbed that ass with both hands and pressed her to me, kneading her like bread dough and growling softly.

“Shit.” She said between kisses and small moans, “You have learned something, haven’t you?”

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Behind her the elevator door opened. I smiled a little cruelly, turned her by her shoulders, and propelled her down the short hall towards the lone door with a hard underhand smack! to the bottom of one cheek. She yelped, and cast a smouldering glance back over her shoulder while she unlocked the penthouse door.

After you, Slut.

Her friend had the top two floors of a ten-story building overlooking a river. The top floor was an open, airy living room, dining area, and kitchen, with a large balcony. One end of the space was dominated by a large leather couch, the other by a dining table and bar. Curtains hid the alcove leading to the bedrooms.

I focused on the couch. Slut had sent me pictures of the massive leather couch with its puffy arms along with helpful suggestions as to what I might make her do on it. We’ll get to those eventually. I have plans first.

Her little tour of the top floor wound down on “and the dungeon is downstairs…” as she gave me another Smouldering Look. Not yet, little slut. You want to get some control back by leading me around, telling me things you know and I don’t, but as noted, I have other plans.

I came up close, drew a finger under her chin and looked into her eyes, “Patience, little slut. I just got off a train. Just because your thighs are all wet isn’t a crisis for me, now is it? Why don’t you make me a drink while I settle in? A double Scotch, with ice, there’s a good girl.” I turned away and grabbed my Dom pack on the way to the couch as she faltered, “Yes… Sir” behind me.

I relaxed into the buttery leather and contemplated next steps. I needed to keep her off balance.

The first time Slut and I were together, her wanting more darkness, less control, and harder impact than I was used to had thrown me off balance, and while it had been pleasant for both of us, it hadn’t been the kind of great we both wanted.

We talked about it afterwards. Debrief is important.

Being off-balance, I had looked for feedback from her, but the feedback I like is pleasure, and following that feedback led me in the wrong direction for her. I had also ceded some control in the process, letting her lead the scene in all the little ways subs find to lead. I had lost the power struggle in the moment.

It impressed her that I listened and was willing to try better, and she admitted that while I hadn’t gotten there on the kind of pain and control she needed, my pleasure Dom moves had been on point, and nobody had ever eaten her like I did. So we kept talking and I kept learning until her tour brought her back around to within a train ride of me.

Now here we were, and I had indeed, learned some things. One of those things was a sense of pace. We had all weekend, plenty of time to start out by raising her temperature slowly, breaking her down mentally into subspace before taking her physically. She could show me the dungeon when she was ready to show it to me on her knees.

I took four leather cuffs, a collar, and a chain leash out of my pack, laying them on the low coffee table. I put some other items in my pocket. No need to spoil the surprises. I laid the pack on the couch next to me, blocking her from sitting down.

Slut came out of the kitchen with my drink, smiling at the cuffs. “Presents for me?”

I took the glass from her, took a sip of excellent Scotch without changing expression. “They’re for a disobedient little slut, so… yes.” I pointed with the glass at a patch of floor in front of the table. “Strip, little toy. Slowly. You’re my present. Unwrap yourself for me.”

“Yes Sir.”

It is one of the great pleasures of life to make a woman unwrap herself. How they strip, how they reveal themselves, how they try to seduce me with their bodies, is an expression of who they are. Some are shy, some are slutty, almost all are nervous. Slut made it a challenge, staring at me as she shrugged sexily out of the leather jacket, slowly unbuttoned the pearly buttons on the lacy top I had made her wear so I could watch her unbutton it.

She slid it slowly off her shoulders to reveal her perky tits, nipples pierced with silver bars.I openly admired the view, but when she reached for the waistband of the dress I said, “No.” She froze, fingers just under the elastic, suddenly unsure. I spun one finger in the air. “Turn around. Bend over and wiggle that slut ass for me while you take it off.”

Her gaze lost its challenge as I cocked my head at her, and she broke a little bit more as she turned and wiggled that sweet little ass, slowly revealing the engorged lips of her dripping pussy. Her dress dropped whispering to the floor and I said, “Good little slut, but you forgot my Yes Sir again. Get on your fucking knees.”

I got up as she sank to her knees facing the far wall. Pushing the coffee table a little farther away from the couch and grabbing her presents, I swaggered over, tossing two of the cuffs in front of her. “Put those on. You were a disobedient little whore in the train station - twice no less! - and you will pay for that.”

She shivered a little as she buckled the cuffs on her wrists. I buckled them onto her ankles, locked them together, then locked her wrists in front of her. With one hand around the back of her neck and the other holding her bound wrists between her thighs, I forced her down until her face was on the floor. “Just like that, little whore.”

I passed the collar around her neck, buckled it down as well. I put a finger through the collar to ensure it wasn’t too tight, und used it to lever her up, snapping the leash onto the collar ring in one swift motion, and letting the links run back through my hand. “Up on your knees again, whore.” I took a ball gag from my pocket, shoved the ball roughly into her mouth and buckled it down as well. “Since you can’t seem to remember how a slut responds to an order, you can shut the fuck up until I let you speak. Now come with me.”

Her cuffed ankles would only let her move a few inches at a time. I kept the leash just tight enough to tug at her as she shuffled slowly back to the couch. I left her there on the floor, sat down again with my drink and my phone, leash wrapped around the drink hand. “Sit there and think about what a bad little whore you’ve been.” I let the silence stretch for a few minutes, broken only by the clink of ice and leash while I sipped the drink and checked my texts.

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Bunny had sent me pics of her panties as usual, and added a pic of her pillowy tits, pinching one nipple like she knew I liked. “Have lots of fun with your whore, Daddy, but I wish you were fucking these boobies. Tie me up again rlly soon plzDaddyplz?”

Willow texted: “Sir, I suppose I deserve being jealous of some other slut after making you wait so long, but just know I’ve got my fingers in me right now thinking of your tongue all over my helpless body.”

My High Priestess, who knew where I was and who I was with as my safety net, had texted the Charge Of The Goddess: “All acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.”

I texted Bunny, “Maybe. If you keep being such a bad little girl, I will probably have to tie you up and spank that naughty bare bottom all over again.”

I texted Willow, “Get your crop and give yourself 20 for being jealous of MY whores now that you’re one of them. Then you may taste yourself and think about how dirty it made you feel to cover my face with your honey, helpless little whore. You made my beard drip.”

I texted my HP, “Blessed Be!” and stretched my feet out at Suckslut. “Take off my shoes, slut.”

She jumped a bit at my voice and bent to work. I put my phone away while she unlaced my sneakers and slipped them off. ”Socks.” I watched, smiling wickedly down at her as she tried to make taking my socks off as sexy as she could. She fumbled with her wrists bound, eyes pleading up at me. “Better, little Suckslut. Getting better.” I finished off the drink and stood up, putting the glass on the table and taking an ice cube in one hand.

I stood in front of her. “My shirt now.” As she rose up trying to reach for the top button of my shirt I put a hand on the top of her head, pushing her back down, “Start from the bottom, whore.” She got two buttons undone before I put the ice cube against her nipple. She flinched away, a strangled noise coming through the gag. I grabbed her - still too goddamn short! - hair and pulled her face up towards mine while I circled the ice cube around her other nipple and over the stud.

“I told you. To unbutton. My shirt. Didn’t I.” I did not make it a question, but she nodded frantically, and noises that might have been “Yes Sir” came from behind the gag. I dropped the ice cube in her lap, letting go of her hair, and slapped her swiftly but lightly across that pixie face. I saw the shock in her eyes, and maybe just a little bit of approval, finally.

I snarled, “You were told to shut the fuck up, cunt.”

I grabbed her throat, squeezing very lightly at the great veins with fingers and thumb, feeling her melt and break a little bit more, smelling her gush suddenly. “You lost the privilege of calling me Sir. Sir was the nice one. When I let you talk again, you’ll be calling me Master. Master doesn’t give a fuck about being nice. Now unbutton my fucking shirt, cunt.” I released her throat, letting her collapse back down and catch her breath while I palmed another ice cube.

I let her get another button done before icing her nipple again. She flinched, whimpered piteously, but stayed on task, rising up on her knees and reaching farther for each button while icewater trickled from her nipples and down onto her burning clit. I could see her rubbing her thighs together, seeking some relief. Finally she reached the last button, slid my shirt off, running her hands down my chest as she came back down to a perfect submissive’s position, kneeling eyes down with her bound wrists in her lap, back arched a bit to present her tits to me on the platter of her body.

She was exquisite. I wanted to take her right there.

I sniffed, “Adequate.” I took a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain out of my pocket, and bent to clamp them against each bar of her piercings. Unbuckling my belt, I drew it out with a whisper of leather, doubled it in my hand. “My pants too, little cunt.” Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned my slacks and pulled down the zipper with a nylon whisper. As my pants fell to my ankles I grabbed her head and held her firmly, gagged mouth and nose against the bulge in my boxers, letting her breathe me in while I brought the belt down across her back.

Smack! She jerked, and yelped right onto my straining dick. Her ass wiggled involuntarily, trying to give me a better target. I hit her back again instead, a little harder this time. She groaned deep in her throat. “That’s the only kind of noise I want to be hearing from you, cunt.”

She nodded desperately against my cock. I released her hair, pulled her by the leash until her head was over the couch cushion. Leaning down I put one hand loosely around her throat. With the other I put the last bit of ice cube into her burning pussy. Flattening my palm against her to hold it in, I lifted her squealing onto the couch cushion so that she faced the overstuffed arm. Before she could catch her breath I used the leash to pull her right over the arm until she hung, head down, fingers barely brushing the floor, a chain tugging at her nipples, ass perfectly angled for me.

Doubled, my belt made a wonderfully rich CRACK! across her beautiful ass as I put a little shoulder into it and she screamed into the the gag. My next two were more wrist, warming her reddening cheeks and hinting of more to come. Her breathing was chaotic, sobbing breaths alternating with moans and squeaks.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She was wiggling that ass again as the blows landed. Two more light snaps and two hard CRACKS!, and I put the belt down and ran my palm gently over her pink ass. “There, little cunt. That’s your ten for not giving me my Yes Sir right away.”

How I longed to give her the rest by hand. A good old-fashioned bare-handed spanking is one of my kinks.

But with a sex dungeon still looming, and a slut who needed more than my hand, I reluctantly held back. I kneaded her ass a bit, pulling her cheeks apart to watch her drooling pussy lips peel back, engorged and needy. Her ass rose into my hands as she moaned on every short breath out. I put one finger just above her clit, drew it gently along her puffy slit to her asshole, Her moan became a open-throated cry of passion as I gently circled her puckered hole.

I took my finger away and licked it as she watched me. “Oh no, little cunt. You don’t get to cum yet.” I took a steel buttplug from my pack, drew it up and down her dripping slit to wet it, and sank it into her ass, watching the jewel twinkle at me as her pussy clenched.

Hauling her up into a sitting position, I unlocked her ankles and said, “Catch your breath, and then you can show me the dungeon.”

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Continued in the imaginatively named Suckslut Part 2!

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