Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “His Control” You give me that look, just after we met, Between my legs, it becomes so wet. A wink and smile, I nod my head, Follow me now, behind the shed.Putting my hands on the backside wall, Bracing myself, so I don’t fall. You grab from behind and hold my breasts, And on my neck, your breath does rest. Softly you kiss on my smooth ear, Bulge in your pants, pressed against my rear. Do me now, like the animal you are, Wait just a sec, for that passing car.
You flip my skirt, up so high,Then panties go down to my mid-thigh.
Your zipper follows and the hog comes out, Searches my opening, while fumbling about. It finds its mark, as you push it in, I steady myself as we start this sin. It feels so wrong but oh so right, With plenty of girth, oh so tight. You pump so hard, I can hear it smack, The effort you give, does not lack. Your balls do swing, like a grandfather clock, While I take the thrust of your beautiful cock. Our grunts get louder and we’re almost there, You fuck me doggie, without any care. First it’s me as I tremble and shake, Orgasm over, my body does take. You hold me tighter as I hear your growl, With your cum, my pussy does foul.
Unloading your love, until no more, Please don’t think that I’m a whore. You pull out and in you tuck, Zip back up, such a beautiful fuck. Please don’t call, cause it gets tricky, Why ruin such a magnificent quickie.
I love a BDSM Story when HE is in control.. let’s begin..
I wasn't sure about what to do next. I lie there, half in fear, half in excited anticipation. What would come next, I had no real idea, yet I could not say whether I wanted it, or dreaded it. I lie on the bed, in the dark, for he had blindfolded my eyes. My hands were tied to my headboard, which pulled my arms wide and upwards from my naked body. It wasn't too tight, yet it was just tight enough so that I knew I couldn't easily free myself. He had tied my legs also, but in a different manner from usual. He had pulled feet upwards, so my heels rested near the backs of my upper thighs, which were forced very wide apart, by this position. I felt totally exposed, and yet not, because of the blindfold I wore. This seemed to allow me some small measure of protection.
He had warned me that there would be retribution, after my little control game with him last week. But I had not expected this, from him. He had always played just a little, never as hard as I had, before. So why all of a sudden was he being so forceful, so mysterious, so domineering? I heard him moving about the room. He had already cut my bra off of me. I was shielded only by my panties, which he had not yet removed. I knew that he could probably see the wetness forming on my panties, caused by my mix of excitement, and fear. Yet, so far, he had not given any indication of his usual "giving in" before I do. I felt the bed shift, and then I felt his fingers, grasping the crotch of my panties. He pulled them away from body tight, and then I heard the snick, snick of the scissors, and suddenly the tightness was gone. He easily pulled the front part of my now destroyed panties away from my body. He still said nothing to me.
Soon I felt his fingers, a bit rough from his work, stroke along my pussy. I hadn't had time to shave today before work. He admonished me for not being completely smooth for my master, he said. I shivered at his words. All good slaves, he went on, must always keep their pussy clean-shaven for their master. Did that make me a bad slave? Did that make me a naughty girl? He didn't expect me to answer that much was obvious. This was his game of control, not mine. His rules not mine, he had said earlier.
How should a master punish his naughty girl slave? He asked me, as he continued to stroke my stubbly pussy. A shave, he finally said, is what was needed. The next thing I felt was the warm lather being applied to my lower abdomen, the lips of my labia, my innermost upper thighs. When I squirmed about at his touch, he lightly slapped my outer thigh. I was not allowed to move unless he said so.
It wasn't long before I felt the rasp of the razor over my fuzzy pussy. He took his time denuding my red furry pussy. He seemed to take particular delight in drawing out each stroke of the razor. He would take his time finding just the right position for his fingers to stretch the skin, before he would apply the cutting blades. After several very long, excruciatingly stimulating minutes, he was finally done. He rinsed my now smooth pussy, then spent several more minutes exploring every millimeter it seemed for any stubble he might have missed.
I was gasping when he finally filled his palms with the sweet sesame oil. He warmed it in his palms, then began smoothing the oil into my very sensitive, and extremely sensitized bare pussy. He then told me that since I was such a naughty girl, he might have to punish me. All the while he spoke though, he kept rubbing, stroking my pussy and lips. I could not stop my womanly wetness oozing forth to moisten his fingers. He finally let his index finger find my clit.
He stroked it just once, then quickly placed his other hand on my lower abdomen. My hips had jerked upward in reaction to his touch. He chuckled softly. Just like always, you said, I was as hot as mare in heat. You proceeded to finger my clit, knowing just the right spot to make my crazy, and you also know just how to touch me, and when to touch me. You know the perfect rhythms that can make me climax within seconds, or make me just almost reach the pinnacle, then draw away, over and over. My whole body was responding to your touch. I can feel my big round breasts, my tits, you call them, because you know it makes me feel naughty, and even more aroused, jiggling with the writhing movements of my hips.
I wonder if you are as aroused as I am right then. I wonder if you are looking at my big tits, jiggling and bouncing, my nipples so hard and tight, they are begging for your mouth, your tongue to suck them. I wonder if you are looking at my wet pussy. I gasp, and lick my dry lips, not knowing what will come next. What will you do now?
And then I feel your breath, just over my right breast. You blow at the big tit, loving the reaction I cannot hide, nor disguise. You suddenly lower your head the rest of the way and suck my nipple deep into your hot, wet mouth. You suck my nipple, softly, much more softly than I had thought. You entice me, you seduce me by suckling at my tits.
You know how sensitive my breasts are. Then I feel your hand come and cup my other breast. You begin massaging that breast. You start telling me how pretty my tits look. They are so big and round, you whisper to me. My nipples are pink, and pretty, and wet with your saliva you say. Then I feel your hand leave my pussy. Next I feel your finger painting my wetness over my nipple. Your mouth again encloses my nipple, and you begin suckling me as if I was your last meal. On and on you suck my tit. You pause and praise them. You love my tits, you tell me. God, you are driving me crazy!
Suddenly you desert my body. I feel cold and alone. You have left the bed. I can't feel your body heat. And then I hear your feet, returning to the bed. You whisper that you had forgotten what a naughty girl I had been. That I had been even more naughty, because I had tried to seduce you with my big tits. Then I feel it. It hurts, or stings a bit. You have struck me with something, across my right breast. And now, across my left.
Suddenly, I realize that you are 'whipping'me with the ribbon whip that I had made to torment you with earlier. Then you slow down, and trail the silken ends over my distended right nipple. You toy with that nipple for the longest time.
OH! I gasp in surprise. You have struck my bare pussy with the ribbon whip. I am so surprised, and yet I am so aroused. You strike me again, and then you trail those silken ends over my pussy. My sweet, smooth pussy, you say. How you want to be buried deep inside my pussy, you tell me. I know this is true, because I want you too. Yet I can't whisper the words that will release me yet. Suddenly you drop the whip, and begin stroking and rubbing my bare pussy. You revel in my womanly liquids gushing forth to greet your eager touch. I cry out for your mercy as you lower your mouth. Dear God, you lick me, and your tongue begins to play, and toy with my clit. It feels like a slice of heaven. It feels so wonderful. I am gasping, trying to catch my breath.
I scream!
You had taken an ice cube into your mouth, and were now licking and toying with my clit. You are driving me crazy. I can't keep my hips from bucking on the bed. I am writhing with my passion, caused by your touch. Finally, I beg you. The words leave my mouth before I am aware of the pleading. I feel your mouth hovering over mine, and you kiss me tenderly. You release the ties on my feet, and then repositioning me, you thrust your hard shaft deep inside my pussy. I cry out at your exquisite entrance of my body. I love you! I love you! I cry out to you, as we climax together. You untie my hands, before you lie down next to me, slipping my blindfold off. You were right, in love, there are no winners or losers, just lovers who share.
