His eyes light up. "I've always wanted to play doctor."
Before I knew it, he had one hand on my belly, and the other one up inside my pussy.
"Your vagina feels very healthy," he told me as his fingers slipped in and out of my tight slit.
"Oh Doctor, yeah," I groaned. It wasn’t his fantastic cock, but it felt amazing. He stuffed his fingers in and out of me as he went down on my clit, licking and sucking until I was writhing under him.
Then he pulled off the clit clamp and I exploded into the kind of orgasm I had been waiting for all day. I came, squirting all over his face and hand.
"I think we can do better.” He handed me the riding crop, then gave his cock a few firm strokes, and pushed it inside my pussy, which was still throbbing and pulsing with the end of my climax.
He started to pump me hard and fast, holding onto my hips as he thrust. I used the crop on myself, whipping my thighs and belly, and my still-swollen clit. And then I started to whip him with it. I struck his arms and chest, raising red welts, and the pain made him pump harder.
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was completely impaled on him as he carried me over to the wall. He pressed me against it and thrust hard into my pussy while I beat him on the back and ass with my crop, encouraging him to thrust harder. I knew I was going to cum again, but I wanted to wait for him, I wanted to feel his seed spurting into me when I climaxed.
He was barking with pain and pleasure each time I hit him. His back and ass were going to be crimson when we finished
I reached down and whipped my own ass while he fucked me, and then, right when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer I felt him stiffen against me and cry out, and there was a hot spurt of cum inside my pussy.
It was all I needed. I threw back my head and screamed as my body spasmed with the most intense orgasm of the day. I was coming and I didn’t think I would ever stop, even as we slide downward to the floor together.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand up any longer. My legs."
I knew what he meant. Mine were like jelly too. His cock slipped out of me and I felt empty.
"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"
"No baby," I told him. "I can take a lot more than that. It was all good."
"Next time maybe I can be bad and you can punish me." He said with a smirk.
"I'd love that.”
I had so many good ideas about how to hurt him. After a while it started to get cold on the floor, so we got up and went into the bedroom where we wrapped each other in blankets and snuggled together.
"Are you hungry? Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?" he asked. He’s such a good Dom. I've learned a lot from him about how to be tender as well as tough. When we first met, I would get awfully carried away with power, but he taught me how to be a better dom by making me his submissive. Now we switch back and forth, and it's always a surprise to me how much I crave both roles.
"Did you really masturbate today?" he asked. "How did you do it?"
I wave my fingers at him. "I did, but it wasn't particularly satisfying."
"I'm sorry to hear that. We'll have to work on it. Your assignment for tomorrow is to masturbate three time in unusual ways."
"Yes, Master, but what do you mean, unusual?"
He thought about it for a while, and I watched him, thinking about how handsome he was in a square-jawed, good next-door neighbor sort of way. No one who ever saw him would guess that he was as kinky as he is.
"Well, once with me watching, telling you exactly what to do."
"Mmmm, I like that idea."
"And once with some kind of household appliance."
I immediately thought about the washing machine. If it worked, we were going to have very, very clean clothing from then on. "And third?" I asked.
"Out of doors."
"What? I can't do that.
"You have to."
"Poltergeist," I said. It's our safe word. He gave me the Look, the one he gave me when I did something silly. "Oh, all right, I take back my poltergeist. But how am I supposed to do that with the neighbors all around?"
"There's a blind spot in the yard. It's near where the electric meters are."
"Are you sure? I think the Harmons can see that spot from their back window."
"Nope. I know this because I went over there one day to give them the mail that got mis-delivered here and I checked.
"You did not!"
"I did." He grinned. "And I've been fertilizing that ground ever since.”
"You're a filthy, filthy boy. You're going to be so punished next time."
"Speaking of punishment, you put the clamp note in the Torture Box. I should punish you for even touching it."
"I wanted to wear my nipple clamps. I never get to wear them. In fact..." I got up and put on my shoes. "I'm going to finish dinner and wear them with my apron," I told him. "That makes me dessert. Dinner in fifteen, and if you're late, you'll be punished," I said with a smile.
I was pretty certain he'd be late.
Cuffed
By Megan West
Prison guard Wilkins held my upper arm tightly while we walked along the smelly, dank halls of the ward. He was much taller than I was and built like a warehouse. I always felt small next to him. Most of the other women swore his face never changed expression from his perpetually grim look, but I knew better. He looked especially good today since his dark blonde hair needed cutting and, due to an earlier altercation, his blue eyes were set in an even angrier expression than normal. The harsh grip on my arm and the cuffs behind my back were food for my already hungry pussy, and I couldn’t wait to get where we were going.
We walked in step through the harsh symphony of shouting women and slamming heavy metal gates. He was taking me to the warden to explain my participation in the fight at lunchtime between two of the other inmates. I had no idea what their beef had been. I’d only taken advantage of the situation when I noticed Wilkins in the room. Making sure he was watching, I dumped my left over milk over Sharon’s head.
I had a chance to see his eyes darken and a fleeting grin cross his face before he double timed it over and rescued me from her wild punches. In front of all the other inmates, he informed me I had to answer to the warden for always getting into fights. My pussy had been soaked ever since.
When we made it to the administrative wing, the noise died down considerably. Walking past a dark office, I was able to catch a glimpse of my reflection and was happy to see how my long black hair rippled down my back and how my body was looking particularly lean since I had upped my workouts in the gym. My health was crucial to the warden and he made sure I got as much time in the gym as I wanted. Prison food was tough on the figure, after all.
The secretary’s lips pursed as we walked by. I gave her a smirking wink. I don’t know if her disapproval was due to thinking I was the worst inmate in the minimum security prison or if she actually had an inkling of what went on in the warden’s office.
Sometimes Wilkins didn’t gag me quick enough. After a quick knock from my guard and Warden Parker’s abrupt, “enter,” we went in.
Wilkins shut and locked the door behind us. The warden was behind his desk and had a pained look on his face. Phone to his ear, he brought up his hand and made a chitter chatter motion with his fingers for someone talking too much on the other end.
Parker rolled back his chair and Wilkins marched me over, pushing my head down under the phone cord to allow me crawl space. Once I was on my knees under the desk, my hands still cuffed behind my back, Parker rolled back, his hands quickly undoing his pants to take out his stiffening cock.
Knowing I couldn’t use my hands, he pointed the tip towards my face and held it steady for me. Eagerly, I started swirling my tongue around his velvety soft head. Then, careful not to bang my head on the underside of his desk, I lowered my mouth over his cock slowly, licking all around as I made my way down his shaft.
He tasted salty, but I didn’t mind.
The drops of pre-cum were delicious to me. Every time I came up for a breath I lapped at the tip of his cock.
The phone conversation continued above me. It was something about budgets and turnover rates. Excruciatingly boring. I wondered if whoever was on the other end noticed Parker’s voice get a touch deeper with a slight pant. I pictured him above me with his light brown hair in its expensive cut and his green eyes darkening with desire from what the girl beneath his desk was doing to him.
“Do you really think it’s necessary for us to go over every item line by line now?” he said, impatience and frustration coursing through his voice.
Judging by the large sigh I heard, the person on the other end must not have cared. Trying to make him feel better, I took him all the way in my mouth and down my throat. It wasn’t easy given my position, but I managed with only a little gagging. I knew he would chalk it up to me trying to suck my way out of the whipping I was going to get and not my natural exuberance for his perfect cock.
He groaned when my nose hit his pelvis. I tickled his balls with the very tip of my tongue as I fought the urge to gag.
“No, I just had a sudden cramp. Go on.” He said, trying to explain away his grunt.
Relishing the taste and feel of him in my mouth, I savored his cock wishing I had my hands free to play with his balls. He had no idea what I could do with my hands, and it was truly a pity.
“Mute on.”
A second after I heard the automated voice indicate he enabled the mute function on his phone, he shoved the chair back and reached under the desk to pull me out by my hair. I banged my head on the way out and stumbled against him when he stood and pulled me up. A moment later he had me bent over his desk before he was tugging down the light blue scrub type pants they gave us to wear. The elastic on those pants were so worn they barely stayed up. I didn’t have any underwear on. It always made things easier.
I could see Wilkins across the room standing at attention with a large bulge straining against his tight uniform pants. While the warden shoved his cock inside my sopping pussy, I fixed my eyes on the man across from me.
“Mm, so fucking wet,” Wilkins murmured behind me.
While the voice on the phone droned on, Parker fucked me on his desk. He used no technique and certainly didn’t care if it felt good for me or not. I was nothing more than a fuck toy for him. But I had been blessed with perversions that allowed me to find absolute pleasure in what other women would detest.
The whole scene was like some kind of cheap budget porn video, but it hit me in every fantasy I masturbated to on the nights I hadn’t managed to get myself into trouble. And, once the warden was done with me, I had Wilkins to look forward too. As much as I loved the raw, animalistic way Parker used me, he was only the foreplay, a way to draw it out and heighten the anticipation. He gave me a sharp buck of his hips making my tits bounce forward against his desk.
Someone on the phone asked the warden a question. He hurriedly stopped thrusting into me to unmute the phone.
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” he asked, his cock buried deep in me and his grip on my hips nice and tight.
I blew my bangs out of my face and winked at the guard, licking my lips. He always waited for the warden to be done with me before taking his turn, but I would love it if he choked me with his cock while the warden fucked me. Instead of fulfilling my wish, he glared at me.
I had a feeling I was in for a few more strokes with his government issued belt for taunting him.
The warden had to participate in the conversation which meant he could only slowly slide in and out of my tight pussy. I tightened my muscles around his cock, but it still wasn’t enough for me and I groaned in frustration.
“What was that?” the distant voice on the phone asked.
“Nothing.”
At some signal from the warden, Wilkins came up to the desk while removing a handkerchief from his pocket. Knowing what was coming, I obediently opened my mouth for the gag. Once he had it tied tight around my head, he reached under me and pinched one of my nipples hard. I whimpered, but the gag stifled the sound. Satisfied with his little test, the guard went back to his post.
The tortuously slow and gentle fucking continued, and I sat my head to the side and closed my eyes. While my body rocked softly on the desk, I thought back to how I had ended up there, three months into a five month sentence.
I’d always been weird with what turned me on. In school, I would be fucking at least one teacher, if not more. Male, female, it didn’t matter. As long as they used their power over me to get me to do what they wanted, I was happy. I suppose I was a feminist's nightmare, but I didn’t care as long as it got me on my knees sucking cock in an unused classroom or tonguing a wet pussy on the stairs during a dance.
It would have completely blown the fantasy for me if they knew how much I wanted them, and part of the enjoyment for me was getting them to do what I wanted without them realizing it.
Once I was out of school, I transferred my techniques to my bosses. I never did anything really bad but just enough to require a lot one on one conferences.
Then came the time I tried to get out of a ticket by offering use of any one of my holes. The officer turned redder than anyone I’d ever seen and booked me for attempting to bribe a policeman and driving fifty miles over the speed limit. So here I was, bent over a desk and still happy.
The warden’s grip on my hips tightened and I could feel him straining to fuck me harder while keeping his voice calm and steady. Finally, he gave up.
“Myles, something’s come up. I’ll have to call you back.”
Without waiting for an answer, he slammed down the phone. An instant later, he was drilling me so hard the desk started to move across the floor in squeaky jerks.
“That’s more like it,” he said, reaching forward to grab a handful of my hair and yanking it back.
My head was wrenched back uncomfortably, but I couldn’t have cared less now that my pussy was getting the attention it craved. Through the thin cotton shirt I wore, my hard nipples rubbed against the desktop. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, I wondered why they bothered gagging me. Occasionally he’d stop thrusting and let go of my hair to grab handfuls of my ass and squeeze hard enough to leave bruises. I admired his handiwork on my skin in the bathroom mirror more than once after a night like this.
Through some sort of subconscious signal, I knew this time when he stopped it wasn’t to adjust his handhold. He pulled his cock out and slipped his fingers into my tight slit. He took his now slick fingers out and started pressing them against my puckered asshole. I let out a girlish whimper as my teeth sank into my lip.
He never actually caused me any sort of injury, but it always hurt like hell when he went for my ass. All he cared about was making the hole wide enough for his cock to fit. It didn’t matter to him how much what he was doing burned and ached. But, the truth was, I didn’t want it to matter to him. If it did, then I wouldn’t be able to take that pain, mix it with my own internal blend of spicy kink, and turn it into a delectable dish of lighting hot arousal.
When he stretched me enough he took his fingers out and forced his cock inside my ass. Before he began thrusting, he reached under me and pulled me up. His hands locked onto my tits, squeezing them tight in his fists. My eyes watered at the pain, but when he started pumping his cock in and out, I was thankful for the new angle that had my clit rubbing right on the edge of his desk.
I stood on my tippy toes and quickly got the perfect position. Clenching my eyes shut and throwing back my head, I clenched and unclenched my pussy each time he pushed into me. Between his cock inside me, the hard wood of the desk against my clit, and the contraction of my muscles, I was ready to come in no time.
Unfortunately, he beat me to it. His aggressive thrusts came to a halt when he dove into my tight hole one last time, his grip getting punishingly tight while he groaned out his climax and ground his pelvis against my pert ass. I wanted to cry as I fe
lt the quiver of his cock inside me. His hips jerked a little closer, inching his cock a little further inside as he ejaculated warm juices into my tightly strung body.
Abruptly, he let go of my tits, and my upper body crashed onto his desk since I couldn’t support myself while my hands were cuffed behind me. Removing his cock from my ass, he gave me a careless pat on the ass while saying to Wilkins, “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and then you can belt her.”
I leaned against the desk panting heavily, listening to the tread of the warden’s shoes as he walked across the office to his private bathroom. Shifting my head so I could see across the room, I watched the guard undo his belt and slide it from the loops. Each piece of hardware connected to it was placed carefully on a bench beside him.
While he prepared, he eyed my ass like a hungry animal. I wondered if the purple marks from the warden’s fingers excited him or made him wish he had a blank canvas to work with for once. But the warden never let him go first and Wilkens never fucked me outside of the warden’s office. I couldn’t help but think sloppy seconds was part of the appeal for him.
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