The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  “Put your fingers in your kitty and get it nice and wet.” He chuckled, “Wetter than it is now. I want to hear your cunt sloshing around your fingers as you fuck yourself.”

  “Please…”

  “Now!”

  Her hand dropped between her legs.

  “Let your legs drop open, keep your feet flat.” Once she had, her sex was displayed, her fingers stroking along the seam of her sex, fingers already glistening with her accumulated cream. Seeing a finger move to circle her clit, he shook his head. “I didn’t tell you to play with your clit. Get those fingers inside your cunt and fuck yourself.” His cock was stiffening and yet he wouldn’t relieve his ache until he was giving her the last part of her punishment. Hearing the sounds he’d wanted to hear, he squatted down beside her, holding the dildo. “I want this buried in that naughty cunt of yours… every inch of it.”

  She took it from him and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. “Spread your lips apart with your other hand. I want to see your cunt struggle to take every inch.” Her face flushed as her other hand moved between her legs, fingers splaying to push apart her outer labia lips, exposing the pink inner ones. “That’s it. Now fuck yourself as you did in my bed that morning.”

  Inch by inch she worked the dildo into her body. He heard her whimper as her body was forced to stretch around the rubber phallus. Drake decided to help her and reached for the chain resting in the valley of her breasts. Lifting it, he watched her eyes as he gave it a tug, extending her nipples in their clamps. “All the way inside, nice and deep.”

  “I… I’m trying, sir.”

  “Try harder,” he suggested, lifting the chain higher, causing her to arch her back to avoid the stretch. “Naughty, lie down. Don’t worry about your tits. Worry about that fake dick between your legs.” Once she was flat on her back again, he returned his gaze to her cunt, watching as she applied more pressure and the last two inches of the dildo disappeared, only the balls left to keep her labia lips well spread.

  “What’s left?” he asked, turning back to look at her face, seeing her emerald green eyes glazed with a combination of pain and pleasure. Releasing the chain, relieving the stretch in her nipples, he reached for the last item on the table. “Ah, yes. Tell me, Regina, did you push a finger into your bottom hole? You know, the one you keep telling me is too small for my fingers much less my cock?”

  “Please… please don’t make me…”

  “Answer the question. Did you or did you not push your finger into your ass?”

  Tears filled her eyes but she nodded. “Just… a little… I…”

  “Good, then you know exactly where this little plug is going, don’t you?”

  Tears spilled to slide down her face into her hair. “Yes, sir.”

  “Where?”

  “In… up my ass, Master.”

  Moving to the couch, he picked up two pillows and returned to the table. “Bottom up,” he said and once she’d lifted her hips, he pushed the pillows beneath her, raising her ass several inches off the table’s surface. Pulling the tube of lubricant from where he’d placed it beneath the table, he spread a tiny bit onto the head of the butt plug. “Since we both know that your bottom hole has already been opened by your enema nozzle, I don’t believe there’s need for too much lube, do you?” He didn’t expect an answer as they both knew the question was rhetorical. Spreading the lube over the surface of the plug, he held it out. “You know what to do. Bury your plug up your ass. Keep those legs spread wide. I want to watch. Perhaps you can teach your Master something he doesn’t know. After all, you do whine when I play with your asshole don’t you?”

  “I’m… please, Master… please, I just wanted to…”

  “Less talking, more seating,” he said, keeping his tone stern so she’d understand that he considered it a serious infraction of trust that she’d taken liberties with her body.

  It took her several minutes to get even the first part of the plug inside her ass. He watched the muscle protest the entry and listened to her whimpers of both humiliation at the task required and the stretch required to take the plug that was much wider than the nozzle Granny Grimm had inserted had been. When her sphincter surrendered and she gave a sharp cry, he watched the wide bulb sink home, her pucker twitching as it closed around the flange that would keep the plug from slipping completely inside. Her hand was shaking as she removed it from between her legs.

  “Very good,” Drake said, his eyes raking over her plugged, filled, and clamped body. Moving away, he went to a panel on the wall and pressed a button. Keeping his eyes on her, he watched as her eyes widened as a beam that had been flush against the ceiling lowered. Once he could easily reach it, he removed his finger from the button and retrieved a set of cuffs and a rope from the top of the mantle. Returning to Regina, he held out his hand, helping her to her feet.

  “Don’t allow that dildo or butt plug to fall out,” he said as he placed the fur-lined cuffs around her wrists then locked them together.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  Threading the rope through the rings on her cuffs, he moved her to stand beneath the beam, running the rope through the metal ring centered in the wood. Once it was secure, he moved back to the wall, reversing the beam until her arms were stretched tautly over her head and she was standing on the balls of her feet. “Open your legs as wide as you can.” She shuffled her feet apart, twisting a bit with the motion but stilling once she found her center. Satisfied with her position, he picked up the flogger he’d set aside. Returning to her, he ran the falls over her skin, watching as her skin broke out in gooseflesh, circling her breasts in a figure eight pattern before trailing the flogger over her flat tummy to caress each of her inner thighs. She gasped when he ran the leather through her sex, the falls dampening with her cream which was seeping out from around the dildo buried in her cunt.

  “Naughty girls who touch what belongs to their Masters without permission get punished, don’t they, Regina?”

  “Ye… yes, Master.”

  “That’s right. Just as Gigi gets spanked by her daddy when she misbehaves, Regina gets spanked by her Master when she is naughty. Both are loved very, very much by the man who has promised to keep them safe, love them forever, bring them the greatest pleasure possible, and teach them the error of their ways.”

  “I’m so sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

  “That is never in question, Regina,” Drake said, moving forward to give her a gentle kiss. “And, I’m going to show you how you’ll earn that forgiveness by releasing you from the guilt you’ve kept bottled up inside for the past two weeks. Remember, you may dance but your legs are to remain open. Do not drop your dildo and plug.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He lifted the flogger and brought it down. She cried out, her back arching as her left breast took the stroke. Her right breast took the next, the falls striking in a steady rhythm, back and forth, covering the top mounds of her breasts and then catching the under sides before landing across her clamped nipples. She writhed and moaned, twisting a bit from side to side but kept her legs spread. Her skin began to pinken and then moved towards red.

  “Whose titties are these?” he asked, giving each of her clamped nipples another stroke.

  “Yours, Master!”

  Her tummy was next, her gasps more frequent as he increased the intensity of his strokes, knowing her abdomen was less sensitive than her breasts even without the bite of the clamps. The first true sounds of pain didn’t occur until he began to flog the very tender flesh of her inner thighs, her legs often attempting to close but opening again as she struggled to obey, to submit all of her body to her Master. Once both her thighs were red, he dragged the flogger through her sex again. She truly was an amazing woman, her moan containing more pleasure than pain. Squatting, he looked at her cunt. Her arousal had only grown, her clitoris swollen and visibly pulsing. Using an upswing, he flicked the little nub with the flogger, causing her to arch her hips forward as if begg
ing for more attention.

  “Well, hello there,” Drake said, flicking the flogger again. “I do believe I’ve discovered the reason for your name. This is truly your Little Red Hood isn’t it, my love?” Bending forward, he took her entire clit into his mouth and suckled hard.

  “Oh… oh, God,” she moaned, her hips jerking. He released the bundle of nerves after that single suckle, leaving her desperate, her clit now out of its hood, her cry loud when its appearance was rewarded with a sharp bite of the flogger. Cream slid down her thigh as he stood again, his wrist snaps placing perfect strokes against her sex, her feet lifting, her body twisting and yet he followed her every movement, not ceasing his actions until her pussy was red.

  “Whose cunt is this?” he asked, the flogger snapping up sharply, driving her onto her tiptoes.

  “Yours Master! Only yours!”

  He moved behind her. Her bottom was already red from his previous attention and yet presented a fresh target. With the forced separation of her buttocks by the wide flange of the plug buried in her ass, he flicked his wrist, the falls landing on the previously untouched skin that was normally protected by her plump cheeks.

  “Please!” she shrieked, the pain a new experience for her.

  “I do so love a girl who begs for more,” Drake said, purposefully misinterpreting her plea, the flogger snapping again and again against her bottom, each fall landing with precision in the crack of her ass as well as on the stretched skin of her pucker holding the plug. Seeing it clench even tighter, he grinned. She might be writhing but at least there was little chance she’d disobey and lose the plug.

  “Regina, who owns this ass?”

  “You do, Master.”

  “Who does that stretched little pucker belong to?”

  “It belongs to you, Master.”

  “And what shall you do when I decide to replace that little plug with my cock?”

  “Submit, Master!”

  He grinned, wondering if despite the sincerity of her tone, if she truly would submit without whining. But knew beyond a doubt that while she might consider herself unable to enjoy anal sex, he knew she would be anal erotic. A woman didn’t push a finger into her asshole unless she was extremely curious as to how it would feel. When he’d watched the video and saw the finger slipping, not a little bit, but fully into her ass, he’d known she was not only ready… he considered it an actual plea for her Master to claim her most intimate opening as well.

  He painted the backs of her thighs and moved the strokes from her shoulders to the swell of her bottom. Stepping back, he looked at his submissive. Red stripes covered most of her body and though he knew they’d soon fade, he admitted that she’d never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment. Naked, clamped, plugged and striped, she was the perfect picture of a well punished submissive. Moving again, he dropped the flogger onto the table and cupped her face in his palms. Tears stained her cheeks and yet her eyes met his without hesitation.

  “Than… thank you, Master.”

  “You’re welcome, my love.” His kissed her and her response was instant as she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dip inside. Her moan was one of desperation… of need. His hands moved to cup her breasts, lifting them, his thumbs rubbing against the clamps. He swallowed her moan as she attempted to press closer to him. Releasing her mouth, he waited until she caught her breath before saying, “Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt.” Once she had, he opened the clamps, pulling them from her nipples. She screamed, her body jerking hard. “Shh,” he said, moving to lick each nipple, soothing the pain of the swollen little buds. Reaching between her legs, he took hold of the dildo. “Push,” he instructed, helping her release the rubber, grinning at how incredibly slick it was after it dropped into his hand. The anal plug was harder to remove, her face turning scarlet as she attempted to push it out. As well seated as it was, it took a few minutes and several moans before she gave another shriek as her sphincter was forced to stretch wide again as the wide bulb was finally rejected. Her body sagged as much as the rope would allow once her body was free of his toys. It took only another few minutes to lower her and release the rope and remove her cuffs. With her free, he bent and scooped her into his arms.

  “Am I forgiven, Master? Are we done?”

  “Yes, my love. You are forgiven. But, we are nowhere near done.” He bent to kiss her forehead. She smiled and with her hands around his neck and her face pressed to his chest, he carried her through the house and into the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed that Mrs. Grimm had already turned down, he stripped off his clothes, his cock rock hard, more than ready to show her just how much he loved her… this time with nothing but pleasure.

  Chapter Nine

  Regina watched him as he came towards the bed, his cock, rigid and jutting from his groin causing her insides to quicken. God, she loved this man. Though her ass was throbbing from his attentions over the past couple of hours, her nipples aching from the bite of the clamps, her body warmed and striped from the flogger, her pussy had been weeping from the moment she’d first draped herself over his knee for her first spanking. She’d paid a high price for her naughtiness but knew that every stroke, every stern word was needed to drive the guilt from her heart, leaving her feeling free and ready to give him whatever he desired and accept whatever he chose to give her in return.

  Rolling onto her back, ready to receive him, she hissed at the pain her position caused. Drake grinned and joined her on the bed, moving to lie beside her and then pulling her to lie along the length of his body. She could feel his cock against her stomach, loving that it seemed to be throbbing just as much as her pussy was, both obviously ready to join together and yet she knew that this too would be his choice. He adjusted her higher, his cock now brushing the juncture of her thighs, his pre-cum transferring to her freshly denuded mons.

  “I forgot to confess something,” she said softly, watching his eyebrow lift in that way that caused her tummy to flip. “Granny Grimm had to… um… shave me tonight because I’ve been putting off going to the salon.”

  “Ah,” Drake said, sliding a hand between their bodies to caress her silken skin. “Is that why she paddled you?”

  “No, sir. She paddled me because I tried to cover myself after she told me not to and because I forgot my place and gave her a pretty snotty answer.” She squirmed a bit when his other hand dropped to caress a bottom cheek. “It was awful. That piece of plastic looks relatively harmless but…”

  “It lights a fire in your ass quite quickly?” he provided when she seemed unable to finish her thought.

  “Yes, sir, very much so.”

  Drake chuckled and moved his hands to cup her face. “I’ll make a note of that fact,” he said and she instantly felt her face flush and her bottom clench. As she gave a soft groan, he pulled her face down, taking her mouth, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of her lips until she moaned again, her nipples aching and yet puckering tightly pressed against the curly hairs of his chest as she opened her lips to accept his tongue. The kiss took every thought from her mind, filling her with heat and desire, reminding her that this one man was her entire world. Her hand stroked through his thick black hair, her pussy leaking yet again as he ignited her passion. When he broke away, they were both a bit breathless.

  “I’ve seen your little red hood. Now I want to see you ride,” he said, causing her to blush again at the memory of his suckling her clit before striking it again and again with the flogger. Sitting back, her knees sliding to either side of his legs to support her weight, she lifted up, seeing that her arousal had coated his cock. It was glistening and slick when she took it in her hand, stroking up and down its length. Suddenly she had an overwhelming urge to take him into her mouth… not to have him fuck her throat as he’d done in the bathroom but to simply kiss and suckle for a moment.

  “Master? May I please suck your cock before my ride?”

  “Yes,” he said with a smile. She slid off him, to kneel between his l
egs but when they didn’t open to allow her access, she looked up to his face. “Straddle my chest. I want to look at your red ass and slick cunt while you suck my dick.”

  She wondered if she’d ever stop blushing with his lewd commands. Placing leg over his body, she sat down, knowing he’d be able to feel her wetness on his skin. Bending forward, she kissed the tip of his cock. “No, start with my balls,” he commanded, causing her to have to lean further forward, holding his cock close to his abdomen and lifting his scrotum in her other palm.

  The moment her tongue flicked out to lick him, she felt his hands on her ass. She paused, waiting to see his intentions. “Regina, weren’t you the one who requested to feast upon my cock?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, glad he couldn’t see her face, knowing its color most surely rivaled that of the ass he was holding.

  “Then I suggest you pay attention to your duty and don’t worry about what I’m doing.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said, properly chastised. Her tongue flicked out again and began to stroke along the soft, velvet skin of his scrotum, rolling his balls in her fingers. They were heavy and full and as she took one into her mouth, gently sucking on it, rolling it about her tongue, she heard his groan of approval. Her other hand continued to stroke up and down, squeezing lightly along his shaft as she released the first testicle only to suckle its twin into her mouth.

  “Rim me.”

  Hesitating only earned her a sharp slap to her ass. Gasping, her mouth opened to release his ball. She bent even more, her ass lifting higher, her hair brushing his groin as her tongue traced the extremely sensitive perineum between his scrotum and his anus. She felt his cock jerk in her hand as she laved the area again before moving the tip of her tongue to trace the rim of his anus. The moment she did, she squealed. She’d forgotten about her own body in pleasuring his but couldn’t ignore the finger that had just been pressed into her bottom.