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SwitchyNoob -> On Knees and Hands (10/16/2013 4:01:55 PM)
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Take your pill in advance, I will query you, do not fail me. Wear your best high heels and the appropriate clothing. Be ready.
I knock. You open. We embrace and kiss at length, breaking from the ritual only once you’re ready and willing to surrender yourself to me. I lead to the bedroom and invite you inside. You step through freely and without hesitation and I follow after you, closing the door solidly with an ominous, resolute and symbolic thud. Inside, we’re no longer equals. I grab your ass hard, squeeze it and kiss you aggressively to emphasise the fact, then slip my hands beneath your skirt, alternately seizing, pinching and massaging your perfect cheek with one hand whilst closing your laced panties in my other fist and levering upwards to wedge them right up into your crack. Relaxing the fist, I slide my hand under your waistband and around to the front, settling palm upwards over your pussy, enclosing it completely.
I break off the kiss, and run my lips roughly down over your chin and onto your neck as you tilt your head yieldingly upwards. Lingering there, I assault you with pecks and bites before travelling bit by bit up to nibble upon your earlobe and blowing hotly into your waiting ear. I pause for a long moment, letting you hang upon my word, my lusty and controlling breaths the only thing you can hear. I re-emphasise my grip on your crotch by relaxing and returning it more strongly before speaking.
”You are now mine. You will do anything I say, and you will do it without hesitation. You will speak only when prompted or when begging me to use you, and you will address me only as ‘Sir’. I will do as I please with you. If I pleasure you, you will thank me with your moans. If I punish you, you will thank me outright. Is that understood?” Again I strengthen my hold over your precious parts, my power growing by the second as you meekly acquiesce with a bashful blush of arousal, “Yes Sir.” “Good girl!” I smile in satisfaction, appreciating your easy compliance and knowing that breaking you in will be a straightforward and delicate matter. But it must be done nevertheless.
I compress my hand powerfully around your pussy with my hand and lift up, raising you awkwardly onto tip toes in your heels. Rule 4 has been in effect since we entered the room, but with this gesture, the stamp is solemnly sealed. “And whose pussy is this?” I query, with the carefully worded loaded question. You’re indecisive, knowing the answer to be false whichever way it may come, but know too that you must speak quickly. Rules 2 and 3 are now a part of your inner being, “Yours Sir?” you tremble, rightfully uncertain. My smile drops as I bring up my hand from your ass and briskly slap you across the face. “Do I look like a woman to you? Again!” I demand harshly. “No Sir. Sorry Sir. Thank you Sir. It’s mine Sir.” You apologise, being well worked in the stricture of your speech and processing rule 6 as you go. “Better. And who does it belong to?” Stated thusly there is no uncertainty. “It belongs to you Sir.” I nod with the satisfaction that Rule 1 has been fully and formally acknowledged. Rule 5 needs no enforcement.
The groundrules authoritatively asserted, I break suddenly from your pussy, grab your arm, twist it up behind your back to spin you around and march you over to the bed. Once in position, I drop your skirt and knickers down to your knees, sit down on the bed, bend you over my knee and then, with my left hand clasping the back of your neck, I administer a solid spanking, starting softly then rising in pitch and tempo until you beg me to finger you. You thank me for each strike, and if you plead convincingly enough in between, then I slip two fingers inside you and trace teasing tracks across your back and ass with my left hand until you again implore me to let you cum. I refuse, unless you first do something for me. I tear your knickers and skirt off, leaving your heels on, set you down onto your feet, stand up myself, rip apart your blouse, leaving you naked except for your heels and your bra, which I then slip over your breasts and slide upwards, forcing you to raise your arms. Once free, I cast it aside with the rest of your tattered clothing. I grab your hair, bring you to your knees and then order you to unzip my pants and pleasure me. You hesitate a moment and I wind your hair once more around my hands, telling you that that will happen every time you fail me. It doesn’t happen again.
You service me worshipfully, looking up obediently into my eyes the whole time, letting me know that you’re so grateful to be performing the duty, cradling and lightly stroking my balls whenever you’re not licking or sucking them. Once you get me hard, I use my grip on your hair to slide you up and down my length and make you keep pace. I could choke it down you until I cum, either into your mouth, onto your face, or onto your tits, but on this occasion I withdraw, and leave you hungry and begging again for the taste of my cock. If you want to prove how badly you want it, that you’re worthy to receive the gift, I tell you that you must fetch your dildo/wand, a bag of pegs, and a blindfold. I release your hair. “Crawling!” I add sharply, as you attempt to leave before your commands are complete, “And pick up those panties in your teeth as you go, then bring them to me on your way back”. You know instinctively that you must keep your face low to the ground and shake and sway your ass seductively for me. I smile at your supple, sensual, subservient display as you teeth your panties out from amongst your discarded clothing, reach up for the door handle, glancing back at me for confirmed consent and I nod approvingly and then witness you exit with a final wiggle. I love to watch you leave.
When you return I’m stood naked over by the wall impatiently awaiting your return as you crawl the full length of the room with each of the allotted items, somehow still gracefully. Bowing your head, I take the dildo and blindfold from your outstretched hand, snatch your panties from between your teeth, and then decree that you assume a handstand pose and set the bag of pegs down beside you. You may choose your location and aids, as I inform you that you will be expected to hold it for quite some time, that I tolerate nothing less than perfect performance, and that if you fail, the punishment will be severe. Once you’re in position, I first affix your blindfold before I grab the struts of your high heels and stretch your legs slowly apart until you squeal. That’s where I’ll expect you to hold yourself. Not a millimetre more shut, and I’ll tell you so, adding that each time you deviate from the command I’ll attach a peg to your breasts. I slide my hands over your shoes and down the full length of your inner leg. Leaving the hand holding the dildo upon your thigh, I then dangle your panties and use them to tantalise your exposed hole, running them over the centre of your parted lips with a feather-light touch until you’re pleasingly moist before plunging them inside and rolling them around. Once satisfied with their saturation, I crouch down. “Open!” I instruct, before gagging you with your own cum-soaked panties. “Gooood girl, you’ll be rewarded.” I say as I stroke your face delicately and hold your chin securely yet affectionately.
Placing it next to your ear, I then fire up the dildo, lingering for a while, before coursing it across your skin and rising to tease the outer rim of your dripping, hungry stretched pussy as I replace another hand upon your thigh. I order you to moan and mumble in response to my questions, twice for yes, and once for no. “Do you want to feel this inside you?” I tease, with the vibrations around your inside leg. Twice I hear you. “Of course you do.” I continue contouring your thighs. “And do you want to feel Sir’s finger or tongue invading your pert little ass at the same time?” Twice again. “Really now, which one?” You mumble incoherently. “Oh of course, it slipped my mind, not to worry.” I tease, leaning over you, one hand beneath me working the dildo inside and occasionally circling your clitoris, while I stroke and lavish kisses upon your beautiful butt.
After a few moments, I keep going with the dildo, come back over to the front, wetting a finger inside you and sliding my tongue all the way from your navel, up your taut belly, lingering for a while to lash your clitoris, before continuing over your mound and down between your cheeks while I slip that slick finger gently into your anus, working soft, slow circles as my tongue slides up and down your crack. I maintain a steady rhythm for some time, ever probing deeper with my finger in concentric circles, spiraling down your rabbit hole and sending you off into wonderland. Once you reach fever pitch, I come loose entirely, canning the dildo. The buzzing noise ending, I pause. The torturous new silence is filled only by your blind, incessant moaning and desperate whines.
”Now do you want me to fuck you?” Twice comes the response. “Then show me how badly, make me hard, scream for me!” I hover again over your pussy, inhaling your sweet musk, occasionally sampling it with my tongue as I run one ravishing hand up and down your body and stiffen my staff with the other. Muted and ceaseless screams of pleasure and craving escape through your make-shift gag.
With my cock well-hardened, I crouch down and smack your face with it, before wrapping my hands possessively around your throat, leaning in right up against your ear and whispering, “Remember the time when you told me that you didn’t have a single dominant bone in your body?” You mumble twice through your panty-stuffed mouth. I standup, rest my penis on top of your slavering slit and assure you, ”Well don’t worry, you’re about to get one!” before drawing back across you and thrusting down into the aching, gaping cavern. I grab hold of your legs for leverage, replacing the wall as your means of support and drill down into you deep and hard until I can hear the screams almost as if there were nothing to inhibit them. I build the intensity, pulling your legs harder and driving my hips more fiercely against you. I notice your thighs quiver and pulse in anticipation, and with a final thrust, feel you cum hard and the ripples of your spasming muscles clenching my cock between your lips. I leave my penis deep inside you to revel in the sensation of your climax, lifting up your legs to take a little weight for you as the orgasm spreads through your body and your arms tremble with weakness. But I’m not finished.
Sliding out sensuously and setting you back against the wall, I kneel again, this time tutting at you. “How inconsiderate…” I sneer, finally removing the panties from your mouth. “Open wide!” I bellow. You comply immediately, and I ram my cock into your mouth, keeping fix of the base to masturbate. “Now close your lips!” The soft wetness encircles me perfectly as I reach down with my other hand and grab some of your hair to get some momentum going, swinging your head freely down the full length of my ready shaft. Deeper and faster, until my cock swells to bursting in your mouth and I’m tickling your tonsils with every stroke. “Good girl!” I moan lustfully, on the brink of shooting my load. A full final swing leaves your lips right up against the hilt as I cum hard, filling the inside of your mouth in a series of heavy bursts. I shudder, moan and sigh with satisfaction.
Withdrawing slowly as your lips close and pinch the tip instinctively to snatch the last drops of cum and keep the rest from falling out, I then stand and grab your legs. “Hold it there!” I demand, letting you stew and savour the taste of my cream for a moment, before I eventually lower your legs carefully until your feet touch the ground and then take your hand to help you to your feet. I remove your blindfold and the first thing you see is Sir’s pleased and gratified smile. “Now swallow!” I watch you gulp hard as my seed sinks down your slender gasping throat. “Good girl, you’ve pleased me very well. You may now rest!”
I lift you up and throw our sated bodies onto the bed, falling on top of you. We roll to the side embracing snugly with interlocking legs, skin to skin, unwinding from our complete release. After a long, relaxing while I flip you over onto your front, climb astride your legs and give your overworked, aching body a well-deserved sensual massage, from your tender thighs up to your poor, aching neck and shoulders. With our blissful rejuvenation attended to, we get dressed and go to settle on the couch and watch some TV. “Hey, you forgot those pegs!” You pout and half-complain, recollecting the omission outside the heat of the moment. I snicker knowingly, “That’s because you performed so well, but I suppose you deserve a reward…” I reach down the side of the sofa where I’ve stashed the bag, ”Now take off your top!”
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