Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Changing the Rules” You know what I want, what I need. Your touch, so soft, yet firm indeed. I watch your fingers, curl with grace And I long for them to find their place. Will you be gentle, caress me right? Or will you know to grip me tight? I yearn for your strong touch so true.To explore me, make my dreams come true I wonder, do you sense my desire?
I love a BDSM Story, don’t you? Let’s begin…
He watched me from the bed. I had decided, purposefully, to allow him to see what was going to happen. Of course, this had surprised him. In the past, I had always blindfolded him, when I had tied him to the bed. But I had decided to change the rules. The unexpected could sometimes allow for interesting happenings, at the most unusual moments.
I was wearing my silk teddy, the one that was white and black, zebra-like stripes, with black lace. It was a play on good and bad, I thought, the black versus the white. And it matched the special toy I had made. His eyes followed me. I knew he was focusing in on my breasts. My nipples were quite hard. They poked against their silken prison.
I knew he wanted to pull my teddy down, until my tits popped out. I loved it when he said 'tits,' and he knew it. He knew all my buttons, which would turn me on. And he knew just when to push them too. But tonight, it was my turn. I was going to push his buttons.
I lit some small candles scattered about the room. They flickered from the slow swish, swish, of the ceiling fan. I knew things were going to get hot, and I didn't want anything 'melting' before I was ready. I set one candle next to the bed on the low table there. I leaned over him, letting his eyes feast on my full tits, which nearly fell out of my top. I pressed a very light kiss to his mouth. His lips parted eagerly, and his tongue sought mine, but I pulled back. I whispered, "Not yet, my love."
I sat at his side on the bed. His naked body was so vulnerable to me, that I knew he was feeling it too. There was nothing he could do to stop me from my quests, my desires, and the satiation of my desire. My eyes drifted down, and I gazed at his hairless crotch and cock for several long moments. I could see that he was getting very aroused, and I hadn't even touched him yet. "I see that someone is anticipating something, isn't he?" I asked him with a smile.
He struggled a bit against the ties, but nothing gave way. I had tied a little tighter than usual tonight. I reached out slowly, and let my fingernail, which I had painted red earlier, to add to the mystique of the seduction of wills. I then touched his aroused right nipple. I knew he was very sensitive there, as was I. I stroked around, and around the nipple, and when it beaded up even tighter, I squeezed the nipple lightly. And then I squeezed it hard.
He gasped, his eyes glued to my face. I flicked the nipple lightly, quickly, back and forth. He squirmed on the bed. I leaned forward, and let my tongue flick and abuse the nipple now. Finally, I opened my mouth and sucked his nipple deep inside my mouth. When I raised up, my mouth was wet from my saliva. I looked and saw his nipple was equally wet. I paused, and blew softly across his nipple. He jerked in response. I smiled softly. And then I did the unexpected.
I reached for the candle. I raised it above his nipple, and slowly tipped it, over. One drop of melted wax dropped through the air. It went 'splat' over his nipple. He gasped at the surprise. It felt a bit hot, but cooled quickly. I smiled and set the candle back down. I leaned over and suckled his other nipple, while my fingers worked the wax free of his nipple. Once it was free, I again suckled that tender nipple too. I finally stood, and moved to kneel between his legs.
I didn't move for several long moments, just kneeling there, looking at him. He looked at me. I knew he was wondering what would come next. I had shaved him earlier, before I had started the evening's entertainment. I raised my hands, his eyes following my movements. I slowly dragged the black silk straps off my shoulders. The cups of the teddy caught, and hung on the tips of my aroused nipples for a perilous second, and then they fell. My breasts were exposed in all their glory. I shifted my shoulders, shaking my hair back off my shoulders.
I knew this made my tits bounce and jiggle, which heightened his desire obviously. I put out my right hand, and I touched his belly button lightly, encircling it with my finger, dipping it inside to tease him. Slowly I dragged my hand down, touching his lower abdomen, which was totally smooth. I circled to the right, and ran my palm down his smooth right thigh. I stroked slowly down to his knee, and then I let my hand move to the inside of his thigh. I moved my hand slightly, and it was my fingernails that I pulled back up his inner thigh. I heard him groan in desire.
When I reached the top of his inner thigh, I cupped his scrotum in my hand. I held him lightly, not moving. He finally moved his hips. I knew he couldn't help it. I squeezed his balls, firmly, letting my fingers stroke over the smooth skin of his sac. After a few massaging squeezes, I grasped his cock at the base. Again, I just held his cock. I was gentle, my touch light, my grasp soft. Slowly, I stroked my hand upwards. His velvety soft skin moved easily over the steely hardness of his cock. As my hand reached the head of his cock, my other hand began a similar sensual journey. I stroked him over and over, until he oozed pre-cum. I smiled and leaned down. I licked the rim of his cock lightly, and then I took him gently into my hot mouth. I sucked him lightly a few times, and then I pulled away.
I again leaned back against my legs. I looked at him. Just watching him lying, watching me. I reached down between my thighs. We both heard the snaps give way. The sound seemed unusually loud in the darkened room. My hand moved between my thighs. I stroked my fingers over my smooth, hairless pussy lips. I found my wetness with the tip of my index finger. I leaned over his body, letting my breasts brush his hard cock. I felt him jump at the contact. I moved my finger to his mouth, and he opened eagerly to accept my finger. He sucked my finger long past the moment when my passion juices had disappeared. I pulled my finger free. I dragged the finger down his neck, around his nipple, teasing him. I finally leaned back, and reached behind me.
I watched his widen as he saw I now held my 'toy.' It was a 2-foot long 'whip.' It was made of at least 30 strands of white and black silk ribbons. Intertwined with the ribbons was a golden cord. Before he could say a word, I let the 'whip' slap across his chest.
He groaned with passion, and I drew back for a second strike. This one was a bit rougher. I paused and wrapped the silken strands around his hard cock and pulled on the ribbons. They slowly unwound from his hardness. I scooted back a bit, and then I used the whip on his firm, smooth thighs. I struck him several times. He moaned with each stroked, and yet they were not moans of pain.
I climbed off the bed. The time had come. I untied his hands. He looked at me surprised. I told him, "You are my slave. You must do what I command you to do. Do you understand me, slave?"
He whispered hoarsely, "Yes, mistress."
"Turn over, slave. I want to discipline you. You have been a bad boy."
"Yes, mistress."
He turned over and presented me with his nice, tight buns. I told him to raise them up in the air. He did as I commanded. I moved to the foot of the bed. I surprised myself… I raised my whip and I struck him quite firmly. And then I did it again, and again. My strokes were growing firmer, and I was striking his ass faster and faster. I heard him moaning in passionate desire. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I stroked him hard and fast, as I whipped him firmly with my sweet ribbons. He gasped and came fiercely to climax on the bed.
I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his smooth right cheek. He collapsed to the bed. I moved up and joined him on the bed. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you, too, sweetheart," he gasped back, still trying to catch his breath. He kissed me lightly and held me close. "Tomorrow night you are my slave."
