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LaceyMadison -> Unsettled understanding (4/16/2010 11:02:02 PM)
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He is out-stretched on the bed, an alpha male pose like he can have anything he wants. A player of a man like a dirty stray-dog in comparison to a loyal puppy. He is smug and patronising. His firm muscular arms resting under his head, his chest broad and commanding. He has a cheeky glint in his green eyes as he reaches over to grab his beer – I can’t help but notice the dark hair on his arm, so masculine.
Watching his football and drinking, at least he is at home tonight where I can keep an eye on him. Always getting himself into trouble either fighting or teasing the local pathetically easy girls. We have been fighting more than usual lately – he coils into ignorance and double standards while I stubbornly want confrontation and unitary. He frustrates me beyond end, my jealousy beyond boiling, annoyance for manipulation at maximum.
His phone is beeping away, locked. While mine lays silent, unlocked and within reach. Tonight his disrespect must stop. I am angry and pissed off. Guys like him do not get to treat women like me like that. It is time for him to learn who I really am. Do you think he is ready?
I am wearing a pretty dress, my make up light my hair in a ponytail pulled to the side. I look the perfect pure girlfriend, and yet tonight I will show him what it will be like when I am his wife. I find his police handcuffs, we have never used them before and I hold them behind my back. I sweetly climb up onto the bed and saddle him; he’s annoyance at not seeing the game by physically pushing me aside with sometime of a grunt. The Arrogant Prick, how dare he!
Enough with this shit, I grab his wrists, and with cat-like accuracy secure them to the bed post – not hard seeing his hands were already back to resting under his head. “What the fuck are you doing you stupid bitch?!” he says, his tone a mix of surprise and anger. I can’t help but get wet when I hear him call me a bitch. I look at his eyes in satisfaction that the glint of cheekiness is no longer in his and is more likely sparkling out of mine, ha.
I go into the bathroom and put on my new latex cat suit (you like my ass in my pic don’t you?). I do my make-up dark and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I feel amazing in my cat suit even though it’s a pain in the arse getting it on. I hit a few shots and turn some music on – I’ve already been practicing my routine in my pole fitness classes, and have been practicing on the pole I begged for months (on my knees) to get. I turn the tele off, and turn on the lamp. My back continuously turned to him. I take a glimpse in the mirror, my black latex shinny and extremely erotic, I’m even wetter. I start to move my hips slowly then reach up with a little jump onto the pole. I climb higher, still back to him. I hear him say something along the lines of “fucking slut whore”. I pay no attention, I can’t help it if the only reason I look like a slut is because I’m a fucking hot bitch you want to fuck. I’m listening to the music, feeling more and more turned on. Cross my legs around the pole and arch over backwards giving him a quick titty shot before I half spin upside down on the pole. I lift back up right and open my leg’s wide, I feel the cold metal between my tits and pussy, before I quickly change positions and continue to tease and mesmerise on the pole for a while longer.
I would have completely forgotten he was there if it was not for his grunts of swearing that “I had better unlock the cuff pretty fucking soon before he rips me a new asshole”. I stop dancing, and again with my back to him, I arch my back into a long kitten stretch, my arse again the main point of focus. I turn to him. I can’t wipe the satisfaction of my face. I love the look of being worshiped, of being seductive and powerful. I walk over to him; for once he’s silent – completely in awe at the jiggling of my tits – hypnotic I should think.
I have some vanilla smelling massage oil; I rub some into his feet. He likes to put me under eye-contact restriction and so I make sure I look straight at him so he knows that this is my time for sharing control. I LOVE his feet. I start to get hot and I rub my cover tits up against his soles. I sit up on my knees and undo my zip at the top of my outfit so he can watch me rub oil over my tits, I start to moan – It’s becoming my torture to, seeing his hard dick under his shorts trying to push out. “Hmmm not yet, were not done yet, I’m not done yet” I think to myself.
I slide my body along his – looking everything like the dirtiest yet glamorous little stripper kitty. I rub myself off on his thigh, one of my favourite things to be asked...but this time feeling even better cos he doesn’t get a say. He is mine like I am His.
I reach under the pillow, I have one leash there and two collars. We have never worn collars before so it’s going to be interesting to see his reaction. I get his collar; I kiss his forehead – my tities in his face. “I love you” I whisper, and I gently put his collar on. “Be calm” I say, he looks sedated and beautiful. I show him my collar, and I push it to the side, “soon” I whisper. I attach the leash to his and remind him gently to be good and to do as I say. I uncuff him and lead him onto the floor. I put my collar in his mouth gently for him to guard. I walk holding his lead and he crawls following making a cute little bark noise till we are at my pole. He sits nicely without me holding the lead. I climb back up on the pole, and hold myself upside down. “Come here puppy” I say and he moves closer, I tell him to lick and he starts to lick and nuzzle into my tities. I tell him to sit and stay again. I stand up above him. He starts to nuzzle into my pussy gently, taking little bites at my latex thighs. He starts to paw a bit more, getting a bit more urgent. “Stop” I say, but he does not. I reach ever the top of him, while he is hungrily licking at my pussy and I use the lead to strike his behind. He always just has to take it that bit far. Always greedy.
He stop’s, I’m sure the sound was more of a scare then the quick lash. I don’t really like to hurt him. I sit on top of his back. I’m not going to keep him controlled for long, I can tell by his growls and he’s bucking. He’s turning more into a beast then a puppy. “Calm down!” I say. I hop off him and sit down in front of him. I look down to the collar and the heavy chain. I put my finger to my mouth and say “shhh”, while lowering my head. He gets the collar, kisses me on the forehead and tells me he loves me and puts it on. He gets the heavy chain and padlocks it to my ankle.
He notions his head and looks at the poll, I meow and he growls. I climb up again. He stands on his legs, his cock out, massive and throbbing. I swirl upside down; he wraps the chain over his shoulder. We don’t talk. There is no need for words. We have the mutually understand our deadlock to each other and each other only from this collared point on.
He fucks my mouth relentlessly, angry, frustrated, confused thrashing his cock in my mouth harder and harder. I can’t breathe. I am gagging. He lifts me up, my mouth still on his cock, my pussy in his face and he slows down and starts to lick at me again. He carries me over to the bed. I think I can see tears running down his face; the air is thick with guilt and forgiveness, but mostly with love. We stand up on the bed and he kisses my neck while I meow and graze my nails down his back. His hot tears melting into me and he licks at mine. He unzips and undresses me completely. He holds me lovingly and protectively. He reaches over at a gap in the curtain and pulls is securely shut. I am His and He does not want anyone else to see me or have me and I feel exactly the same about him.
He motions at me again and I lay down, he licks perfectly at my pussy, loving the taste. I pull him up gently by his collar and crawl behind him so I can tongue at his arse. He grabs my hair and pushes me into him more and the he rips my head up, punches me in my stomach and hits my tits and then he spits on my face and yells in urgency “Your fucking mine for life bitch, don’t ever hurt me again!”. He turns me around and smashes into my ass, biting into my shoulder and then howls fiercely till I feel his cum wash me pure and mine clean his dick pure.
He takes out his cum covered cock and we face each other with full attention on our knees. I bend down and clean up the drips of cum. I clean his dick even though it has just been fucking my ass. Once he is satisfied, I put my hands on my pussy getting our wet mess on my fingers. I hold my hand up and he begins to shake his head and open’s he’s mouth (ha ha no doubt to say fuck off). I say nothing and keep looking at him. I watch him clean them. Ha ha, mmm he does an excellent job *pats ;)
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