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EnigmaInitiative 52F
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11/10/2019 3:02 am
Do What I Say Erotic FICTION


This Story is FICTION and based on little/Big (Consent Non Consent)

And, was written on May Twenty Fourth Thousand and Eighteen (My Fiftieth Birthday)

She was sitting on the couch, cuddling with her cat when he walked in. Her breath caught, for a moment, as her eyes scanned his face searching for any sign. She couldn't tell his mood, right away, but when he sat on the couch next her, eyes wild with lust, she knew. It was going be one of those nights. Her heart starts racing, and breath quickens.

“Come here, sit closer ” he says with an air of authority.

She moves closer him, knowing that saying no will just make it worse. Just as she got close him, he puts his arm around her shoulders and turns on the television.

“What's this?” she thinks “Maybe I was wrong.”

He flips through the channels on the television, mindlessly, as her heart and breathing take on a more measured pace. Landing on some movie from the eighties, he leans back on the couch.

“Come sit on my lap while we watch this movie”

Her breath quickens, she should have known. She climbs up onto his lap.

“Wiggle for me”

Moving her butt back and forth, she feels it, the hardness between his legs.

“Mmm....that's it. Now, open your legs for me.” He whispered into her ear from behind.

She spread her thighs, slowly, when he had access, he pushed up her nightie and aside her panties, giving him access to what he called her pussy. He started rubbing, at first, just on the outside with his right hand.

“Wiggle for me some more” he said into her ear with his hand firmly planted on her pussy

Wiggling her butt around, hoping not to anger him, she realized it had been months since he came home not wanting “ time” as he called it. She wondered if this was her life now. Suddenly, his hand moves up her nightie to her nipples, breaking her of her thought. Grabbing it between his forefinger and thumb of his left hand, he starts rolling it around.

“Why do you make me do this to you?” he asks voice thick with lust.

Just as the words come of his mouth, his right middle finger dips into her pussy and begins rubbing what he called her button. Round and round, making little circles, while he breathed heavily into her ear.

“Tell me you love it” he says

“I love it” she replies, afraid of his wrath.

Just then, the grip around her nipple gets tighter, the circles get faster, and his breathing becomes more coarse. Her brain starts to go foggy, what he's doing to her feels good, but she knows it's wrong. Conflicted, her brain battles with feeling both good and bad.

“Keep wiggling for me, you know how I like it” his voice penetrates her reverie.

She was startled, and jumped a bit, and her hand knocked his off of her breast. She didn't even mean to do it, it was an accident. But, she knew he was going to make her for it, just like all the other times she tried stopping him, accident or not.

In that moment, his hand came down, hard, across her breast.

“How dare you” He growled.

“But, I didn't mean...” she started

“I don't want to hear your excuses.” he seethes

SMACK

His palm smacks against her other breast.

“You do and say what I tell you to. Remember?”, biting her ear as he finishes his words.

She shook her head and looked down at the ground, biting her bottom lip. Her breasts stung from his slaps and ears burned with the knowledge he was angry. She wondered how he would punish her tonight, and longed for days gone past. The days before she left, before “ time” started.

“Now, get up and get that ass in the bedroom. Strip and bend over the bed” he growled, breaking her of her thoughts.

She didn't even realize he was pushing her, at first, but soon enough she was off of his lap and on her way into his bedroom to accept her punishment. As she walked, she took off her nightie and placed it over her arm so that she wouldn't waste too much time. There was no way she wanted to anger him further, pushing too far could take him over the edge.

She got into his bedroom and took off her panties, laying both the panties and nighty over the chair, the way he taught her in the beginning. Bending over the bed, she tried to settle her breathing, knowing that tensing her body would make it all feel that much worse.

The couch squeaked a bit as he stood, and she could feel her heart beat faster. She continued to struggle with slowing down her breathing and make herself relax. Then, she heard the belt buckle, and instinctively, her body clenched up. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she calmed herself as best she could.

Walking up behind her, she feels his pelvis against her butt and his hands grasp her hips. Leaning down across her back, he growls into her ear.

“You like being naughty, don't you?” grinding his pelvis into her ass.

She shook her head back and forth, knowing vocal protestations without his permission would anger him further. He pushed himself off the bed and she felt him step away.

SMACK

The first slap comes across her ass and she jumps a bit, but continues bracing herself on the bed.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

The next come quickly, and with force. She feels his hand rubbing her ass.

“I love it when it's red” she hears him mumble under his breath.

SMACK

A palm comes down across her left ass cheek, hard, making tears spring her eyes. Her breathing was jagged, she tried get it under control. He was rubbing her ass when she heard his zipper. Not tonight, she thought, she didn't want to with his lolly tonight. She didn't like it when the stuff came of it. Why did he make her lick and suck that?

Why couldn't he be like he was when “ time” was over? When he treated her all sweet, and told her he was sorry. Why couldn't he be like that all the time?

THWAP

His belt hits across her ass, hard enough to make her stand up. Pushing her back down onto the bed with his hand, he yells,

“What are you doing? ”

Gathering her bearings in her head, she takes another deep breath.

“Open your legs”

She felt his fingers invade her pussy, searching for her button. Once his fingers found their target, they encircled it, pinching it. She felt her body shake from the effort of fighting off the urge to move away from him. Her mind swirled as his grip grew tighter. Pain shooting from her nerve endings making her draw in a deep, loud, hissing breath.

“Don't you ever stop me from touching you again, get it?” he gripped tighter and let go when she shook her head yes.

TWHAP

His belt lands across her pussy and lights burst before her eyes. He never hit her with a belt there before, her knees start to quiver.

“This is my house, and I do what I want”

THWAP

This time his strike lands on her ass. She couldn't believe how grateful she was for getting smacked on the ass.

He moved closer to her, and she could feel it, naked against her ass. He was rubbing his thing on her butt.

“It's so warm” she heard him mumble under his breath.

Soon, she felt his thing dip between her thighs. He was pushing his lolly between her pussy lips and rubbing it up and down. Her thoughts jumbled. While he slid his lolly through her pussy lips, she wondered what he was doing. This was new, and it felt so good. Her body relaxes, as she feels him softly caress the cheeks of her butt.

“So warm, so wet...” He mutters

She's lost in the feelings emanating from between her legs. Her mind swirling with a mixture of desire and shame. This is so wrong, why does my body do this? Giving herself over to the feelings of his lolly pushing itself over her button, again and again. Her breathing heavy, feels him lean down, putting some of his weight on her back, propping himself with one hand.

His free hand slides under her, grabbing hold of her nipple. Twisting it, lightly, between his fingers, at first, but gradually increasing pressure. His breath coarse, her body tenses against the growing pain in her nipple. She struggles to catch her breath again, taking a deep breath, and pushes herself to endure his ministrations.

When his hand let go of her nipple, she let a sigh of relief. She was so glad she could start only paying attention to the growing butterflies in her pussy. Her mind pushed was doing it to her, and on the feelings.

Just then, he pulled himself from between her legs.

“I'm not done with your punishment, yet.” voice belying his anger. “Get up on that bed, spread eagle, face up”

She wondered what he'd do next. She was enjoying the part with his thing in her pussy lips, it almost made the sting from the belt go away. Almost. Lifting her leg up onto the bed, she hoisted herself up.

SMACK

He slapped her ass, as she began crawling on the bed.

“Hurry up, I've got plans for you” He said through a menacing grin.

She arranged herself on the bed, as she was taught way back when.

“Move over to the edge, as close as you can get without falling off”

Moving herself over, she couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. What plan could he have? She searched his face for any sign of what was to come. He looked almost maniacal, but there still seemed to be that glint. The glint that said he loved her.

He stood there, on the side of the bed, looking down at her. He smiled at her.

SMACK

A hand comes down on her breast, and she had her answer.

“First, you have the gall to stop me”

SMACK

Another strike on the breast.

“Then, you moved”

SMACK

He, thankfully, switched breasts, and she almost sighed aloud.

“You know better during playtime”

SMACK

Her gratitude didn't last long. Her breasts burning, her eyes screwed shut, she stopped trying to find mercy in his face.

SMACK

This time, his palm landed, hard, on her wet pussy. It sent chills up her body, and she squeaked, just a bit as she released her breath.

SMACK

Another slap onto her pussy, but this time he didn't lift back up. His hand lingered there, and his middle finger dips between her pussy lips. Rolling around inside, searching for it's target, he finds her button and starts rubbing it.

“So warm” he mutters.

She didn't know what to think, was he done punishing her now? Her breasts and pussy stung with the heat of his slap, but she couldn't help but be entranced by what he was doing with his fingers. The butterflies grew, again. Her mind trying to erase what he just did, forget the pain, and focus on the pleasure she was feeling.

It was almost like he knew she was enjoying it. How could he have known? Because it seemed like just as she had drifted into the feeling of the moment, his other hand reached down and grabbed hold of her nipple, hard.

She sucked in her breath deep and fast, mind awash with a mixture of fear and lust. He twisted it around, quite a bit, she couldn't focus on his fingers on her button anymore. Pulling it up, towards him, squeezing the tip of her nipple between his fingers. Then, he let it go. She opened her eyes and looked down, she couldn't believe how big it had grown.

SMACK

He slaps her breast, flat against the nipple. His other hand still in her pussy playing it's game with her button. Her mind not knowing where to turn, she focuses on that. That's when she sees him put his thing right on her nipple. Using the hand not in her pussy, he pushes the tip of his lolly all around it.

“It feels so good” he murmurs to himself, almost in a trance.

After he used his thing to play with her nipple for a while, she felt his hand grab hers, placing it around his lolly. How she hoped he wouldn't make her play with it, she should have known better.

“Rub it like I showed you” his hand pushing hers up and down it's shaft.

She started rubbing it, feeling the veins against her palm.

“Mmmm... Be a good girl. Like that...” his voice softening.

His fingers stopped strumming her button and began moving down.

“Oh no, why did he stop?” She thought, but didn't dare stop stroking his lolly.

Just then, she felt one finger invade her hole. Soon, he pressed his thumb against her button, and his middle finger was swirling around the inside of her. Her mind began filling with lust, she could feel the pressure building inside her. She wanted it, the explosion, she needed it. Her breathing became quicker, and legs start to quiver. She was close, just a little longer...

She felt him lift her hand off his thing, and, then, he pulled his hand away from her pussy before she could get there. She tried to hide her disappointment, but the sigh she let was much louder than she intended.

“Sshhhh” he said “Here, come sit on the edge of the bed and open that pretty mouth of yours, I'll help you stay quiet.”

She sat up and moved herself over to the edge of the bed. Not this, she didn't want to taste the stuff that came out, couldn't he just let her explode? Looking up at him, she opened her mouth.

“Put your hand around the base, and start licking. Show me how much you love my lolly, and maybe I'll with that pussy again” his lecherousness punctuating his words as his hand grabbed hold of the back of her head, by her hair, pushing her towards his groin.

She did as she was told, placing her hand around the base of his thing, she started licking from the base to the tip. All around, over and over, like he taught her. She felt his hand relax and release her hair, she looked up to see his eyes glaze over.

“Yessss” the word slithering of his mouth “Like thhhat...mmmm....good girl.”

She feels his hand start stroking her hair.

“Now take it in, suck it” his hand gently applying pressure to the back of her head as the words leave his lips.

Opening her mouth further, she takes the entirety of the tip into her mouth and begins doing a sucking motion on it. Remembering what he taught her, in the beginning, about how he liked things done during “ time”. Her mind starts to drift to those days, when “ time” began, a few months after she left. She had been sleeping in her bed when he came in that night so long ago.

It's not like he hadn't come into her bedroom before when she was asleep to cuddle and sleep next to her, especially the first month after the bitch, as he called her, packed her bags after a particularly nasty fight one evening. The bitch wasn't even her mother, just some woman he met and moved in one day. She didn't even know where or her mother was, he never talked about her.

That first time, though, the first time he touched her between her legs, life started to become different in that moment. Sure, there were still cuddles and words of love, but now, when “ time” was going on, he was different. Someone else, someone she tried not to anger.

His hand on the back of her head started pushing more, she knew that meant to stop sucking and let him hump her mouth. So, she released the<b> suction </font></b>a bit, took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to relax her neck as he pushed himself in and out of her mouth.

She heard his breathing grow deeper and fretted the moment the stuff came out. For her, besides the punishments, that was one of the worst parts of “ time”. His hand holding the back of her head, his thing gliding in and of her mouth, she wondered how much longer it would be when he surprised her by pulling it out.

“Lie back on the bed” he said with a glint in his eye “It's time”

“Time for what?” she thought

She didn't have too much time to think before he started pushing on her shoulders to push her to lay bac When her torso was on the bed, he grabbed her legs and stepped closer to her. Pushing her legs up and out. She watched his hand grasp his thing, he pushed it towards her pussy lips. Moving it up and down, he coated himself in her juices.

“You need to learn what that hole is really for” lasciviously licking his lips after the words leave them.

His side:

It had been a long day at work when he arrived home to see her sitting on the couch. He wondered how he became so fortunate to have someone like her to mold into his perfect little fuck doll. He knew he still had work to do, but tonight was the night he planned to fuck her for the first time. After all these months, she was pliable enough to just lie there and take whatever his mind could conceive.

When he sat on the couch, he decided to mess with her mind a bit. He loved keeping her on her toes, wondering what would happen next. Turning on the movie was to keep her off guard, she had to know there would be playtime. He'd been playing with her, regularly, for months, to work her up to tonight.

The moment her ass his lap, his cock came to life. Oh, the glorious feeling of her wiggling around, making him remember when he taught her how to do it. The memory of her, back then, after the bitch left, was much more than he could take in that moment, and he decided to distract himself by playing with her pussy.

She was learning to like him playing with it, not like in the beginning when she cried the whole time. Now, it seems, he can only see the tears he craves from her by hurting her. His hands went up to her nipples, thinking about hurting her was making him harder. His cock was straining against his pants, she knew wearing that nightie would get to him.

Her voice telling him she loved it was enough to almost make him orgasm in that moment. He could tell she was enjoying what he was doing. Even if his hand wasn't drenched, her breathing confirmed that she loved every minute.

That's why he couldn't believe when she knocked his hand off of her nipple. He was shocked that should would even think of moving. Where had all those months of training her to hold still gone? He understood then, she wanted to be punished.

He watched her walk into the bedroom, glad he had a few minutes to gather himself. He wanted to spend some time punishing her tonight. Watching her skin glow red, feeling the warmth of it, was one of his favorite feelings. Just the memory of how her tit looked after he only smacked it once was enough to get his cock twitching again. Mixing a freshly spanked pussy with a first fucking? The thought seemed blissful, to him.

Walking into the bedroom, seeing her bent over the bed, ready to accept her punishment, he decided he was going to let her have the belt tonight. That ass begged to be red, as did other parts of her body. He figured he should start off with his hand, he didn't want to push her too far too fast and lose her, like what happened with the last one. The bitch.

While he spanked her, he couldn't help but notice how quickly her skin turned a pretty shade of pin It was time for the belt, he wanted see the leather mark her skin. She needed , she knew better, her body was his. The house and everything in it belonged him, including her.

When she stood up, it shocked him. But, he knew how to fix her, how to make her hold still. One big crack to that wet pussy will make her remember her training, remember how to please him. After his second strike to her ass with his belt, he wanted to feel the warmth of her , red skin on his coc

As his cock touched her ass, he could feel it's warmth and he suddenly wanted to feel the wetness between her legs. The thought of where this night would take them was swirling around in his head. Did she know he would fuck her tonight?

He leans over, wanting to get hold of one of her nipples. He loved the way they felt in his hand, the way they grew between his fingers when he twisted them. Pushing himself between her pussy lips over and over, he could feel his orgasm start to build. But, he wanted to prolong it, he wanted to see her cry before he took her.

A plan began to form in his mind as he watched her climb up onto the bed. He couldn't help but spank her ass as she tried to move to lie down, it's just so spankable. Taking some of his anger on her tits was on his mind especially since that was where she pushed him away from. That would teach her to take what he gives her, gladly.

While striking her breasts, he thought about how lovely they looked all red and swollen from their assault, and decided her pussy need a little extra heat. The second time he her, he knew it was time to give her a little pleasure to supplement the pain. She was no pain slut, after all. He was glad she endured the pain for him, rather than enjoy it. His erection fed by her fear.

Looking at her tits heaving with her approaching orgasm, it was almost as if her nipple was calling him to twist it. Seeing her eyes pop open, he decides to smack it, and is rewarded with a tiny tear dripping down her face. His cock throbs as he rubs it all over her nipple.

Once he got her stroking, he figured he should warm up her hole. It wasn't like he hadn't played with it in the past, using his fingers, but he wanted to be sure she was well lubricated. He didn't want to go in dry, the last time he tried that, the skin on his cock hurt the whole next day. Not to mention the fact that he preferred natural lubrication to synthetic or water based lube.

She was getting too close, he didn't want her to orgasm too soon. This was supposed to be a punishment after all. He knew how much she disliked tasting his cum, it was that thought he was counting on when he told her to start licking him. As she licked his shaft, he was grateful he put in that time teaching her the technique he liked.

She started suckling him as he enjoyed, and he remembered how easily she took to sucking his coc It was like she was born it. He was even thrilled she didn't like the taste of his cum, the look of disgust on her face as she swallowed it turned him on even more than when her mother used gobble it down, begging for more.

Grabbing the back of her head and fucking her face, he looked down at her. Her nipples were erect, tops of her breasts still red from their punishment earlier. He looked over into the mirror and watched his cock go in and of her mouth, and it was almost too much for him. He almost came, he had to stop, he wanted to cum inside her so he pulled himself out of her mouth.

When he pushed her back on the bed, he was surprised how quickly she complied. He was almost hoping for a fight, or maybe some tears...

She didn't understand what he meant, what her hole was for. However, that thought soon left her mind as she felt the head of his lolly push in towards her hole. Not comprehending how his thick lolly would fit, remembering how long it took her to get used to his finger being in there. When the tip of his lolly penetrated her, the first crash of pain flashed and tears sprang to her eyes. Her head started shaking back and forth, sucking in her lips out of fear of words escaping.

“That's it, take it” he grunts as he pushes the entire length of his cock into her pussy forcefully .

She wasn't prepared.

“No...no...no. Please stop. Owwwwwww” she whimpered, eyes full of tears, attempting to squirm herself away.

His hands clamped down on her thighs, trapping her.

“It hurts now, but you'll get used to it” he said lustfully “Cry all you want, but that hole is mine.”

The tears streamed down her face as he forced his way into her pussy. She couldn't believe he would do this, whatever this was. She knew this was wrong, she felt wrong, she felt used. But, there was the undeniable feelings of warmth and pleasure washing over her. She conflicts that arose in her head, pushing away the wrong feelings.

As he pushed his lolly into her pussy, he would grind his hips up against her pelvis effectively stimulating her button. When he pulled back, he pushed back in quickly and grind up against her pelvis. She didn't understand what was making the butterflies grow in her belly, but began to enjoy the feelings of his lolly going in and out like that.

“I knew you'd like it. That's right, I'll make you my slut yet”

He let go one of her thighs, grabbing hold of her clit between his index and forefinger and started cupping and turning it in a light twisting motion. She was losing herself in the lust of the moment, her eyes fluttering with every twist of his wrist.

“Mmmm....that's my little cock slut” he murmured.

She thought slut was a bad word, but saw his face as he said it and he almost seemed happy with her. Maybe slut wasn't a bad word, maybe her being a slut would make him stop hurting her. Maybe...

That's when she felt it, the pressure begin to increase on her clit. He was squeezing it harder and harder between his fingers. His nails began to bite into the flesh of it, breaking her out of the dream.

“Cry for me” he uttered almost without feeling, looking down at her face.

The grip on her clit grew tighter, she screwed her eyes shut, trying to breath her way through the pain.

SMACK

Not letting go of her button, he slapped her right breast.

“Cry, dammit”

SMACK

His hand lands on her left. The tears started forming in her eyes.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

One after the other, he battered her breasts with his palm. She began openly weeping before he let go of her button and stopped his assault on her chest.

“Ahhhh....fuuuuckkkk.....yeaaaahhhhhh” he screamed as he pushed himself into her deep and hard, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Collapsing onto her chest, his chest heaving, he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She didn't know if this meant it was over. Her button and chest were still on fire, and she could feel something dripping out of her hole. She felt him push himself off of her and stand up, and opened her eyes to look at his face.

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She Won Erotic Story Pt2

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EnigmaInitiative 52F
4221 posts
11/10/2019 3:03 am

This Story is FICTION and based on little/Big Play (Consent Non Consent)

And, was written on May Twenty Fourth Two Thousand and Eighteen (My Fiftieth Birthday)

She was sitting on the couch, cuddling with her cat when he walked in. Her breath caught, for a moment, as her eyes scanned his face searching for any sign. She couldn't tell his mood, right away, but when he sat on the couch next to her, eyes wild with lust, she knew. It was going to be one of those nights. Her heart starts racing, and breath quickens.

“Come here, sit closer to me” he says with an air of authority.

She moves closer to him, knowing that saying no will just make it worse. Just as she got close to him, he puts his arm around her shoulders and turns on the television.

“What's this?” she thinks “Maybe I was wrong.”

He flips through the channels on the television, mindlessly, as her heart and breathing take on a more measured pace. Landing on some movie from the eighties, he leans back on the couch.

“Come sit on my lap while we watch this movie”

Her breath quickens, she should have known. She climbs up onto his lap.

“Wiggle for me”

Moving her butt back and forth, she feels it, the hardness between his legs.

“Mmm....that's it. Now, open your legs for me.” He whispered into her ear from behind.

She spread her thighs, slowly, when he had access, he pushed up her nightie and aside her panties, giving him access to what he called her pussy. He started rubbing, at first, just on the outside with his right hand.

“Wiggle for me some more” he said into her ear with his hand firmly planted on her pussy

Wiggling her butt around, hoping not to anger him, she realized it had been months since he came home not wanting “play time” as he called it. She wondered if this was her life now. Suddenly, his hand moves up her nightie to her nipples, breaking her out of her thought. Grabbing it between his forefinger and thumb of his left hand, he starts rolling it around.

“Why do you make me do this to you?” he asks voice thick with lust.

Just as the words come out of his mouth, his right middle finger dips into her pussy and begins rubbing what he called her button. Round and round, making little circles, while he breathed heavily into her ear.

“Tell me you love it” he says

“I love it” she replies, afraid of his wrath.

Just then, the grip around her nipple gets tighter, the circles get faster, and his breathing becomes more coarse. Her brain starts to go foggy, what he's doing to her feels good, but she knows it's wrong. Conflicted, her brain battles with feeling both good and bad.

“Keep wiggling for me, you know how I like it” his voice penetrates her reverie.

She was startled, and jumped a bit, and her hand knocked his off of her breast. She didn't even mean to do it, it was an accident. But, she knew he was going to make her pay for it, just like all the other times she tried stopping him, accident or not.

In that moment, his hand came down, hard, across her breast.

“How dare you” He growled.

“But, I didn't mean...” she started

“I don't want to hear your excuses.” he seethes

SMACK

His palm smacks against her other breast.

“You do and say what I tell you to. Remember?”, biting her ear as he finishes his words.

She shook her head and looked down at the ground, biting her bottom lip. Her breasts stung from his slaps and ears burned with the knowledge he was angry. She wondered how he would punish her tonight, and longed for days gone past. The days before she left, before “play time” started.

“Now, get up and get that ass in the bedroom. Strip and bend over the bed” he growled, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She didn't even realize he was pushing her, at first, but soon enough she was off of his lap and on her way into his bedroom to accept her punishment. As she walked, she took off her nightie and placed it over her arm so that she wouldn't waste too much time. There was no way she wanted to anger him further, pushing too far could take him over the edge.

She got into his bedroom and took off her panties, laying both the panties and nighty over the chair, the way he taught her in the beginning. Bending over the bed, she tried to settle her breathing, knowing that tensing her body would make it all feel that much worse.

The couch squeaked a bit as he stood, and she could feel her heart beat faster. She continued to struggle with slowing down her breathing and make herself relax. Then, she heard the belt buckle, and instinctively, her body clenched up. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she calmed herself as best she could.

Walking up behind her, she feels his pelvis against her butt and his hands grasp her hips. Leaning down across her back, he growls into her ear.

“You like being naughty, don't you?” grinding his pelvis into her ass.

She shook her head back and forth, knowing vocal protestations without his permission would anger him further. He pushed himself off the bed and she felt him step away.

SMACK

The first slap comes across her ass and she jumps a bit, but continues bracing herself on the bed.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

The next three come quickly, and with force. She feels his hand rubbing her ass.

“I love it when it's red” she hears him mumble under his breath.

SMACK

A palm comes down across her left ass cheek, hard, making tears spring to her eyes. Her breathing was jagged, she tried to get it under control. He was rubbing her ass when she heard his zipper. Not tonight, she thought, she didn't want to play with his lolly tonight. She didn't like it when the stuff came out of it. Why did he make her lick and suck that?

Why couldn't he be like he was when “play time” was over? When he treated her all sweet, and told her he was sorry. Why couldn't he be like that all the time?

THWAP

His belt hits across her ass, hard enough to make her stand up. Pushing her back down onto the bed with his hand, he yells,

“What are you doing? ”

Gathering her bearings in her head, she takes another deep breath.

“Open your legs”

She felt his fingers invade her pussy, searching for her button. Once his fingers found their target, they encircled it, pinching it. She felt her body shake from the effort of fighting off the urge to move away from him. Her mind swirled as his grip grew tighter. Pain shooting from her nerve endings making her draw in a deep, loud, hissing breath.

“Don't you ever stop me from touching you again, get it?” he gripped tighter and let go when she shook her head yes.

TWHAP

His belt lands across her pussy and lights burst before her eyes. He never hit her with a belt there before, her knees start to quiver.

“This is my house, and I do what I want”

THWAP

This time his strike lands on her ass. She couldn't believe how grateful she was for getting smacked on the ass.

He moved closer to her, and she could feel it, naked against her ass. He was rubbing his thing on her butt.

“It's so warm” she heard him mumble under his breath.

Soon, she felt his thing dip between her thighs. He was pushing his lolly between her pussy lips and rubbing it up and down. Her thoughts jumbled. While he slid his lolly through her pussy lips, she wondered what he was doing. This was new, and it felt so good. Her body relaxes, as she feels him softly caress the cheeks of her butt.

“So warm, so wet...” He mutters

She's lost in the feelings emanating from between her legs. Her mind swirling with a mixture of desire and shame. This is so wrong, why does my body do this? Giving herself over to the feelings of his lolly pushing itself over her button, again and again. Her breathing heavy, feels him lean down, putting some of his weight on her back, propping himself with one hand.

His free hand slides under her, grabbing hold of her nipple. Twisting it, lightly, between his fingers, at first, but gradually increasing pressure. His breath coarse, her body tenses against the growing pain in her nipple. She struggles to catch her breath again, taking a deep breath, and pushes herself to endure his ministrations.

When his hand let go of her nipple, she let out a sigh of relief. She was so glad she could start only paying attention to the growing butterflies in her pussy. Her mind pushed out who was doing it to her, and on the feelings.

Just then, he pulled himself out from between her legs.

“I'm not done with your punishment, yet.” voice belying his anger. “Get up on that bed, spread eagle, face up”

She wondered what he'd do next. She was enjoying the part with his thing in her pussy lips, it almost made the sting from the belt go away. Almost. Lifting her leg up onto the bed, she hoisted herself up.

SMACK

He slapped her ass, as she began crawling on the bed.

“Hurry up, I've got plans for you” He said through a menacing grin.

She arranged herself on the bed, as she was taught way back when.

“Move over to the edge, as close as you can get without falling off”

Moving herself over, she couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. What plan could he have? She searched his face for any sign of what was to come. He looked almost maniacal, but there still seemed to be that glint. The glint that said he loved her.

He stood there, on the side of the bed, looking down at her. He smiled at her.

SMACK

A hand comes down on her breast, and she had her answer.

“First, you have the gall to stop me”

SMACK

Another strike on the same breast.

“Then, you moved”

SMACK

He, thankfully, switched breasts, and she almost sighed aloud.

“You know better during playtime”

SMACK

Her gratitude didn't last long. Her breasts burning, her eyes screwed shut, she stopped trying to find mercy in his face.

SMACK

This time, his palm landed, hard, on her wet pussy. It sent chills up her body, and she squeaked, just a bit as she released her breath.

SMACK

Another slap onto her pussy, but this time he didn't lift back up. His hand lingered there, and his middle finger dips between her pussy lips. Rolling around inside, searching for it's target, he finds her button and starts rubbing it.

“So warm” he mutters.

She didn't know what to think, was he done punishing her now? Her breasts and pussy stung with the heat of his slap, but she couldn't help but be entranced by what he was doing with his fingers. The butterflies grew, again. Her mind trying to erase what he just did, forget the pain, and focus on the pleasure she was feeling.

It was almost like he knew she was enjoying it. How could he have known? Because it seemed like just as she had drifted into the feeling of the moment, his other hand reached down and grabbed hold of her nipple, hard.

She sucked in her breath deep and fast, mind awash with a mixture of fear and lust. He twisted it around, quite a bit, she couldn't focus on his fingers on her button anymore. Pulling it up, towards him, squeezing the tip of her nipple between his fingers. Then, he let it go. She opened her eyes and looked down, she couldn't believe how big it had grown.

SMACK

He slaps her breast, flat against the nipple. His other hand still in her pussy playing it's game with her button. Her mind not knowing where to turn, she focuses on that. That's when she sees him put his thing right on her nipple. Using the hand not in her pussy, he pushes the tip of his lolly all around it.

“It feels so good” he murmurs to himself, almost in a trance.

After he used his thing to play with her nipple for a while, she felt his hand grab hers, placing it around his lolly. How she hoped he wouldn't make her play with it, she should have known better.

“Rub it like I showed you” his hand pushing hers up and down it's shaft.

She started rubbing it, feeling the veins against her palm.

“Mmmm... Be a good girl. Like that...” his voice softening.

His fingers stopped strumming her button and began moving down.

“Oh no, why did he stop?” She thought, but didn't dare stop stroking his lolly.

Just then, she felt one finger invade her hole. Soon, he pressed his thumb against her button, and his middle finger was swirling around the inside of her. Her mind began filling with lust, she could feel the pressure building inside her. She wanted it, the explosion, she needed it. Her breathing became quicker, and legs start to quiver. She was close, just a little longer...

She felt him lift her hand off his thing, and, then, he pulled his hand away from her pussy before she could get there. She tried to hide her disappointment, but the sigh she let out was much louder than she intended.

“Sshhhh” he said “Here, come sit on the edge of the bed and open that pretty mouth of yours, I'll help you stay quiet.”

She sat up and moved herself over to the edge of the bed. Not this, she didn't want to taste the stuff that came out, couldn't he just let her explode? Looking up at him, she opened her mouth.

“Put your hand around the base, and start licking. Show me how much you love my lolly, and maybe I'll play with that pussy again” his lecherousness punctuating his words as his hand grabbed hold of the back of her head, by her hair, pushing her towards his groin.

She did as she was told, placing her hand around the base of his thing, she started licking from the base to the tip. All around, over and over, like he taught her. She felt his hand relax and release her hair, she looked up to see his eyes glaze over.

“Yessss” the word slithering out of his mouth “Like thhhat...mmmm....good girl.”

She feels his hand start stroking her hair.

“Now take it in, suck it” his hand gently applying pressure to the back of her head as the words leave his lips.

Opening her mouth further, she takes the entirety of the tip into her mouth and begins doing a sucking motion on it. Remembering what he taught her, in the beginning, about how he liked things done during “play time”. Her mind starts to drift to those days, when “play time” began, a few months after she left. She had been sleeping in her bed when he came in that night so long ago.

It's not like he hadn't come into her bedroom before when she was asleep to cuddle and sleep next to her, especially the first month after the bitch, as he called her, packed her bags after a particularly nasty fight one evening. The bitch wasn't even her mother, just some woman he met and moved in one day. She didn't even know where or who her mother was, he never talked about her.

That first time, though, the first time he touched her between her legs, life started to become different in that moment. Sure, there were still cuddles and words of love, but now, when “play time” was going on, he was different. Someone else, someone she tried not to anger.

His hand on the back of her head started pushing more, she knew that meant to stop sucking and let him hump her mouth. So, she released the suction a bit, took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to relax her neck as he pushed himself in and out of her mouth.

She heard his breathing grow deeper and fretted the moment the stuff came out. For her, besides the punishments, that was one of the worst parts of “play time”. His hand holding the back of her head, his thing gliding in and out of her mouth, she wondered how much longer it would be when he surprised her by pulling it out.

“Lie back on the bed” he said with a glint in his eye “It's time”

“Time for what?” she thought

She didn't have too much time to think before he started pushing on her shoulders to push her to lay back. When her torso was on the bed, he grabbed her legs and stepped closer to her. Pushing her legs up and out. She watched his hand grasp his thing, he pushed it towards her pussy lips. Moving it up and down, he coated himself in her juices.

“You need to learn what that hole is really for” lasciviously licking his lips after the words leave them.

His side:

It had been a long day at work when he arrived home to see her sitting on the couch. He wondered how he became so fortunate to have someone like her to mold into his perfect little fuck doll. He knew he still had work to do, but tonight was the night he planned to fuck her for the first time. After all these months, she was pliable enough to just lie there and take whatever his mind could conceive.

When he sat on the couch, he decided to mess with her mind a bit. He loved keeping her on her toes, wondering what would happen next. Turning on the movie was to keep her off guard, she had to know there would be playtime. He'd been playing with her, regularly, for months, to work her up to tonight.

The moment her ass hit his lap, his cock came to life. Oh, the glorious feeling of her wiggling around, making him remember when he taught her how to do it. The memory of her, back then, after the bitch left, was much more than he could take in that moment, and he decided to distract himself by playing with her pussy.

She was learning to like him playing with it, not like in the beginning when she cried the whole time. Now, it seems, he can only see the tears he craves from her by hurting her. His hands went up to her nipples, thinking about hurting her was making him harder. His cock was straining against his pants, she knew wearing that nightie would get to him.

Her voice telling him she loved it was enough to almost make him orgasm in that moment. He could tell she was enjoying what he was doing. Even if his hand wasn't drenched, her breathing confirmed that she loved every minute.

That's why he couldn't believe when she knocked his hand off of her nipple. He was shocked that should would even think of moving. Where had all those months of training her to hold still gone? He understood then, she wanted to be punished.

He watched her walk into the bedroom, glad he had a few minutes to gather himself. He wanted to spend some time punishing her tonight. Watching her skin glow red, feeling the warmth of it, was one of his favorite feelings. Just the memory of how her tit looked after he only smacked it once was enough to get his cock twitching again. Mixing a freshly spanked pussy with a first fucking? The thought seemed blissful, to him.

Walking into the bedroom, seeing her bent over the bed, ready to accept her punishment, he decided he was going to let her have the belt tonight. That ass begged to be red, as did other parts of her body. He figured he should start off with his hand, he didn't want to push her too far too fast and lose her, like what happened with the last one. The bitch.

While he spanked her, he couldn't help but notice how quickly her skin turned a pretty shade of pink. It was time for the belt, he wanted to see the leather mark her skin. She needed to pay, she knew better, her body was his. The house and everything in it belonged to him, including her.

When she stood up, it shocked him. But, he knew how to fix her, how to make her hold still. One big crack to that wet pussy will make her remember her training, remember how to please him. After his second strike to her ass with his belt, he wanted to feel the warmth of her hot, red skin on his cock.

As his cock touched her ass, he could feel it's warmth and he suddenly wanted to feel the wetness between her legs. The thought of where this night would take them was swirling around in his head. Did she know he would fuck her tonight?

He leans over, wanting to get hold of one of her nipples. He loved the way they felt in his hand, the way they grew between his fingers when he twisted them. Pushing himself between her pussy lips over and over, he could feel his orgasm start to build. But, he wanted to prolong it, he wanted to see her cry before he took her.

A plan began to form in his mind as he watched her climb up onto the bed. He couldn't help but spank her ass as she tried to move to lie down, it's just so spankable. Taking some of his anger out on her tits was on his mind especially since that was where she pushed him away from. That would teach her to take what he gives her, gladly.

While striking her breasts, he thought about how lovely they looked all red and swollen from their assault, and decided her pussy need a little extra heat. The second time he hit her, he knew it was time to give her a little pleasure to supplement the pain. She was no pain slut, after all. He was glad she endured the pain for him, rather than enjoy it. His erection fed by her fear.

Looking at her tits heaving with her approaching orgasm, it was almost as if her nipple was calling him to twist it. Seeing her eyes pop open, he decides to smack it, and is rewarded with a tiny tear dripping down her face. His cock throbs as he rubs it all over her nipple.

Once he got her stroking, he figured he should warm up her hole. It wasn't like he hadn't played with it in the past, using his fingers, but he wanted to be sure she was well lubricated. He didn't want to go in dry, the last time he tried that, the skin on his cock hurt the whole next day. Not to mention the fact that he preferred natural lubrication to synthetic or water based lube.

She was getting too close, he didn't want her to orgasm too soon. This was supposed to be a punishment after all. He knew how much she disliked tasting his cum, it was that thought he was counting on when he told her to start licking him. As she licked his shaft, he was grateful he put in that time teaching her the technique he liked.

She started suckling him as he enjoyed, and he remembered how easily she took to sucking his cock. It was like she was born to it. He was even thrilled she didn't like the taste of his cum, the look of disgust on her face as she swallowed it turned him on even more than when her mother used to gobble it down, begging for more.

Grabbing the back of her head and fucking her face, he looked down at her. Her nipples were erect, tops of her breasts still red from their punishment earlier. He looked over into the mirror and watched his cock go in and out of her mouth, and it was almost too much for him. He almost came, he had to stop, he wanted to cum inside her so he pulled himself out of her mouth.

When he pushed her back on the bed, he was surprised how quickly she complied. He was almost hoping for a fight, or maybe some tears...

She didn't understand what he meant, what her hole was for. However, that thought soon left her mind as she felt the head of his lolly push in towards her hole. Not comprehending how his thick lolly would fit, remembering how long it took her to get used to his finger being in there. When the tip of his lolly penetrated her, the first crash of pain flashed and tears sprang to her eyes. Her head started shaking back and forth, sucking in her lips out of fear of words escaping.

“That's it, take it” he grunts as he pushes the entire length of his cock into her pussy forcefully .

She wasn't prepared.

“No...no...no. Please stop. Owwwwwww” she whimpered, eyes full of tears, attempting to squirm herself away.

His hands clamped down on her thighs, trapping her.

“It hurts now, but you'll get used to it” he said lustfully “Cry all you want, but that hole is mine.”

The tears streamed down her face as he forced his way into her pussy. She couldn't believe he would do this, whatever this was. She knew this was wrong, she felt wrong, she felt used. But, there was the undeniable feelings of warmth and pleasure washing over her. She conflicts that arose in her head, pushing away the wrong feelings.

As he pushed his lolly into her pussy, he would grind his hips up against her pelvis effectively stimulating her button. When he pulled back, he pushed back in quickly and grind up against her pelvis. She didn't understand what was making the butterflies grow in her belly, but began to enjoy the feelings of his lolly going in and out like that.

“I knew you'd like it. That's right, I'll make you my slut yet”

He let go one of her thighs, grabbing hold of her clit between his index and forefinger and started cupping and turning it in a light twisting motion. She was losing herself in the lust of the moment, her eyes fluttering with every twist of his wrist.

“Mmmm....that's my little cock slut” he murmured.

She thought slut was a bad word, but saw his face as he said it and he almost seemed happy with her. Maybe slut wasn't a bad word, maybe her being a slut would make him stop hurting her. Maybe...

That's when she felt it, the pressure begin to increase on her clit. He was squeezing it harder and harder between his fingers. His nails began to bite into the flesh of it, breaking her out of the dream.

“Cry for me” he uttered almost without feeling, looking down at her face.

The grip on her clit grew tighter, she screwed her eyes shut, trying to breath her way through the pain.

SMACK

Not letting go of her button, he slapped her right breast.

“Cry, dammit”

SMACK

His hand lands on her left. The tears started forming in her eyes.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

One after the other, he battered her breasts with his palm. She began openly weeping before he let go of her button and stopped his assault on her chest.

“Ahhhh....fuuuuckkkkk......yeaaaahhhhhh” he screamed as he pushed himself into her deep and hard, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Collapsing onto her chest, his chest heaving, he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She didn't know if this meant it was over. Her button and chest were still on fire, and she could feel something dripping out of her hole. She felt him push himself off of her and stand up, and opened her eyes to look at his face.

In a sense, sexuality is the built-in psychedelic experience that only a very few people manage to evade.

~Terence McKenna


EnigmaInitiative 52F
4221 posts
11/10/2019 7:36 am

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I had a strange "feeling" you all may like this one, my freeeeendz, the Monkeez.

I'm soooo glad you enjoyed it.

Sounds fun, huh?

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>>!

In a sense, sexuality is the built-in psychedelic experience that only a very few people manage to evade.

~Terence McKenna


EnigmaInitiative 52F
4221 posts
11/10/2019 3:19 pm

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Thank You!

I have an interesting mind, that's for sure. Creative, bent, twisted are all words that can be used to describe my mind. LOLOLOL

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Happy Sunday

In a sense, sexuality is the built-in psychedelic experience that only a very few people manage to evade.

~Terence McKenna


Logan0867 53M
212 posts
11/10/2019 8:03 pm

very hot. you got me at attention.


EnigmaInitiative 52F
4221 posts
11/10/2019 8:06 pm

    Quoting Logan0867:
    very hot. you got me at attention.
You know how complicated my fantasies are.

In a sense, sexuality is the built-in psychedelic experience that only a very few people manage to evade.

~Terence McKenna


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