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Come to me by LilDeath f/m femdom
I lie upon a large canopy bed with a goose down duvet covering me. A
black silk boned corset tightly encircles my torso, and my legs are softly
enveloped in black silk. I'm waiting for you to come and bring me my
breakfast. I hear a light rapping upon the door.
"Mistress?" your voice tremors a bit, for fear of waking me.
"Come in, and put the tray over there." I indicate the table against the
wall. My eyes devour you. Your body is slight, shoulder-length black hair
covers your face as you duck to avoid meeting my gaze, disallowing me the
pleasure of seeing your hazel eyes.
"Come to me, slave," I tell you as I pull back the duvet and invite you
into the warmth underneath the covers. You are hesitant, not wanting to break
any rules for fear of punishment.
Slowly, you crawl up onto the bed and gently lay down beside me. I
reach out, grasp your collar, and pull you closer to me. As I look deeply into
your eyes, one of my hands snakes behind you and delivers a firm slap to your
rear end. "I despise it when you are hesitant," I reprimand you. I kiss you
deeply, my tongue delving into the back of your throat.
Your tongue wrestles with mine as your hands come up to fondle my
breasts. You gently tweak my nipples. Noticing I don't react, you grasp the
nipples tighter and twist them hard. I gasp and grind my pelvis into yours.
You shove your pelvis hard into mine and suddenly realize your error.
Before you can utter "I'm sorry, Mistress," I have grabbed your wrists and
pulled them up to the head of the bed. The leather cuffs attached to the bed
frame lie in wait and seem to caress your skin once I lock you in.
"I'm so sorry, Mistress... Please forgive me..... Slave didn't mean to be
greedy," you plead. SLAP! SLAP! Your cheeks turn blood red as I slap you
hard across the face.
"Quiet, slave!" I command you. I swiftly get out of bed and go to the
closet. Your eyes follow me around as I look for something to punish you with.
I find a leather belt, yours probably, and get a comfortable grip on it.
I walk back to the bed, uncuff one of your hands, flip you over so you lie
on your front, and cuff your hand back to the bed frame. I find the cuffs for
your ankles and quickly attach them to the corner posts at the foot of the bed.
"Ready for your punishment, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," you sigh.
"Slave must be punished for being greedy. Mistress decides if and when
she wants sex. It isn't slave's place to make demands or show he has needs ," I
say in a cold voice. "Slave will receive ten strokes with the belt. Slave will
count each stroke and thank his Mistress for each one."
"Yes, Mistress," you moan, waiting for the first sweet lash to ignite your
skin.
I bring the belt down hard upon your upper back. You gasp, surprised at
the immediacy of the blow. "One, thank you Mistress," you gasp.
I feel the wetness building in my crotch. Again I hit you, this time on
your upper thighs. You respond as commanded. After eight more strokes, you
are gasping for breath and writhing in pain. I am panting, but not from
exertion. I could feel the lust building in me when I beat you, your body
squirming to avoid the blows but being held fast by your restraints.
I undo your leg and arm cuffs. You stay on your front until I gently roll
you over . I notice with amusement that your penis is rock hard, so stiff that it
lies flat on your stomach. Your eyes avoid mine.
I firmly grasp your penis and run my tongue up from its base up to
the head. The suddenness of my actions make you gasp and look at me. "I
take it that you like that, slave," I ask coyly. You smile and say, "Very much,
Mistress. Can I have some more please?"
"Only if you reciprocate."
Your hands reach up and grab my waist, pulling my crotch towards your
face. We both lay on our sides, your face buried deep in my pussy and my
mouth wrapped around your dick.
Your tongue plays with my clit, moving it back and forth, then dives
deep into my vagina, wiggling all the while. My tongue runs up and down your
penis, and occasionally lingering on the head. Slowly, I suck you in deep. You
moan loudly and fight to keep your body from shoving yourself in further.
You suck on my clit, trying to mimic my mouth on your dick. I moan
and feel the pleasure build and build. All at once, my body trembles as waves
of intensity wash over me. Once the tempest subsides, I let your penis slowly
escape the prison of my mouth and I run my tongue up your belly to your
chest and all the way to your mouth. Again our tongues play their wrestling
games as I pull you on top of me.
Gently, I guide your cockhead into my pussy. You slowly push in,
relishing the sensation of flesh on flesh. My fingers run up and down your
back, alternating between scratching and stroking. You suddenly give a little
push and gasp as your penis reaches the back of my vagina. I savour the
fullness I feel because of you and grab your ass and try to push you in further.
"Bite me," I quietly ask and you comply. Your teeth bared, you bite
down hard on my shoulders, bruising and grazing the skin. The intense pain
makes me gasp and sends more waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
Urgently, you begin to fuck me, hard and with much intensity. I twist
your nipples hard, making you moan and gasp. Again you bite me, but this
time on my neck. I revel in the sensation of pain and pleasure.
Harder and harder you pump, your eyes closed in concentration. My
hands squeeze your ass, urging you on. Suddenly, I come again. A light smile
flickers across your face. You stop fucking me for a moment and kiss me hard.
I bring my legs up over your shoulders, allowing you even more access to my
pussy.
This time, your movements are slow and sensual. You writhe like a
snake, lingering over each time your dick goes all the way in and gently pulling
almost all the way out. I scratch my nails down your back and this brings a
groan of pleasure from you. Urgently, you shove in hard. "Come for me,
slave," I whisper and you look down at me, smiling devilishly.
Your speed picks up. Harder and harder you push. I can feel my orgasm
building and building. Suddenly you groan with pleasure and push in hard. I
come very hard, grinding my pelvis into you, pushing you into me even deeper.
You collapse on me, panting and gasping.
"You are so beautiful when you come, slave," I murmur. You smile and
murmur back, "Thank you, Mistress."
We gently trade kisses and bites until you look at me and smile, "I
believe your breakfast is cold, Mistress."
I quietly laugh, "So it is, slave. Why don't we forgo breakfast and spend
the morning in bed?"
"Sounds like a plan to me, Mistress," you reply as you pull the duvet
over us and we snuggle in deep.
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