SCENE
Patty and I agreed to have a scene one evening which would commence upon my arrival home after a 3-hour round-trip drive to a nearby city.
A couple days prior, it occurred to me that I should present Patty with requirements for my return home, and I began mentally crafting my To-Do list to her. My plan was to hand a letter detailing my requirements upon hitting the road so she would know that when I returned, I'd be in Dom mode and fully expecting her to be my faithfully submissive fuck toy. Quite frankly, I was rather impressed with myself for taking such a broad leap into BDSM domination since all of our previous scenes had begun with the simple task of locking the collar around her neck and proceeding from there. Unfortunately, Patty stole my thunder by whispering in my ear before I left, "Is there anything you would like me to have ready for you when you get back?"
I informed Patty that she and I were blissfully on the same page, and there were indeed several things I wanted upon my arrival home. I then set about writing the following letter to her which I presented to her as I departed:
Patty and I agreed to have a scene one evening which would commence upon my arrival home after a 3-hour round-trip drive to a nearby city.
A couple days prior, it occurred to me that I should present Patty with requirements for my return home, and I began mentally crafting my To-Do list to her. My plan was to hand a letter detailing my requirements upon hitting the road so she would know that when I returned, I'd be in Dom mode and fully expecting her to be my faithfully submissive fuck toy. Quite frankly, I was rather impressed with myself for taking such a broad leap into BDSM domination since all of our previous scenes had begun with the simple task of locking the collar around her neck and proceeding from there. Unfortunately, Patty stole my thunder by whispering in my ear before I left, "Is there anything you would like me to have ready for you when you get back?"
I informed Patty that she and I were blissfully on the same page, and there were indeed several things I wanted upon my arrival home. I then set about writing the following letter to her which I presented to her as I departed:
Upon my arrival home, I expect to encounter the following:
- Furniture in the living room so there is open space in the middle
- Candles lit and incense burning
- Appropriate mood music playing (she knows what music I enjoy Dom'ing to)
- A glass of whiskey & soda freshly poured over ice
- You wearing nothing but your locked collar, and
- A blindfold of your choosing from the items I've placed on the bed, and
- The blue butt plug fully inserted into your rectum, and
- You on the floor, face-down and ass-up, with your hands reaching behind you to spread your ass cheeks apart.
To fulfill my requirements, you will need to walk to the local convenient store up the street to get club soda, ice and incense. In the top drawer of my bureau, I've placed items for you to wear on your trek (I placed a short mini-skirt, tight shirt, and the blue butt plug in the drawer for her). The collar is optional, but everything else is mandatory, including the butt plug. Apart from shoes, coat & scarf to keep warm, if it's not in that drawer, you are not to wear it. I'm specifically referring to bra or panties which are forbidden.
While out & about you are to show me proper respect by addressing any male you interact with as "Sir."
I'll be back around 6pm.
ps - Since I'm such a thoughtful Master, feel free to arrange blankets on the floor to make your stay in "Ass" position more comfortable.
I slipped the letter quite obviously into her purse, and hit the road. In a realization of not providing enough information, I sent Patty the following text:
I returned home shortly after 6 pm and opened the door to find everything exactly how I'd specified, as well as some of Patty's own embillishments. Patty had tidied things up a bit, and various areas of the living room glowed from clusters of burning candles while incense wafted through the air and classical music played from the stereo. On a nearby counter rested a highball glass properly sweating on the outside, the soda still bubbling on the ice ... perfect timing in her pour and a very nice touch on the thin slice of lemon included.
The coffee table and sofa had been moved leaving a large empty area in the middle of the living room where Patty had laid a quilt on the floor. In the middle of it rested a very naked & beautiful Patty ... blindfolded, face-down, ass-up (her ample tits dangling low to scrape her pierced nipples on the quilt) with her hands reaching behind her spreading her ass wide apart to reveal the puffy protrusions of her pussy, and the stopper end of our blue butt plug covering her asshole that was stuffed full with the rest of it. What a good girl. I smiled in satisfaction.
Ignoring Patty completely, I walked to the spot where I normally keep my wallet and keys to unload my pockets. I then walked to the bathroom and took my time pissing and doing personal hygiene stuff. I took pleasure knowing that in the other room Patty dilligently remained exactly as I had left her.
Eventually I walked back into the living room, lit up a cigarette, grabbed my drink and an ashtray, and sat on the floor directly behind Patty ... intentionally exhaling loudly on every puff of my smoke, but remaining silent otherwise. To free up my hands, I set the ashtray on her ass, followed by my drink and the quiet command, "Don't fucking spill a drop." I sipped and puffed slowly, and began to tug at the butt plug which her ass held onto tightly.
In a low voice I said, "I was rather insulted by your last text message. Do you have any idea why?"
I could hear the gears in her head spinning, but after a brief pause she replied, "No, sir."
"Of course you don't, otherwise I wouldn't have to correct you," I said cooly as I tugged harder on the butt plug which her ass held desperately to.
Finishing my cigarette and removing the ashtray from atop her ass though leaving my drink, I then set about using both hands to pry the plug from her ass ... very slowly. When it was finally wrested free and the balloon-knot of her asshole remained slightly agape, I said at an near a whisper, "What I found so offensive about your message was your expressed hope that I'll let you suck my cock tonight."
I let that sink in for a few moments while slowly nudging the plug back into her rectum, and tugging it back out. I continued, "You still don't know how you insulted me with your comment?"
Patty's breathing was noticeably more rapid and shallow. I could see her dangling breasts jiggle with each breath, as her chest heaved. In a tone that denoted slight fear, and subtle eagerness, she replied, "No, sir. I'm sorry," and then let out a deep breath as if she had to hold it get those words out.
Yanking on the butt plug, which came more easily out now, I stated flatly, "Your text was a slap in the face to me because what makes you think any of this has anything to do with your hopes and wants." Giving her a brief moment to consider it I continued, "If my cock fills your mouth it's because I want to receive that pleasure, and NOT because I want to give YOU that pleasure. Do you really think I give a shit about what you want?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." I could hear the understanding in her voice and the relief expressed in her breathing.
I re-inserted the blutt plug again, placed my drink on the coffee table, and stood up behind her. With one hand I grabbed both of her wrists, and slipped my other hand over her throat to squeeze some pressure. Pulling her by the throat I said, "Sit up on your knees and turn to face me."
She quickly complied and sat before me, blindfolded and trembling with those gorgeous tits heaving in goose-bumps.
"Remove my pants and underwear, but DO NOT touch my cock while you do it," I commanded as I removed my shirt. Blindly she reached out with her hands to find my belt and make quick work of it, as well as the snap and zipper of my pants. She loosened them down off my hips, and followed the leg all the way down to my feet so it could be freed one at a time. Reaching for the band of my boxer-briefs, she slipped her fingers underneath and stretched the front out so the bulge of my half-hard cock wouldn't get caught. With expert skill and slut-precision, I was naked before her with my cock staring her in the face. Had she stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, she'd have stroked the head.
With her task done she resumed her sitting posture below me. I reached down and removed her blindfold to find her eyes tightly shut underneath. Cupping her chin in my hand and compelling her head upward I told her, "Look at me." She quickly complied but those beautiful, blue eyes squinted in the candle light. She endeavored to maintain her gaze in mine.
"You will be punished for your brash insolence in two ways. First off, you will be beaten severely."
Patty nodded her head in agreement, and meekly said, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Placing the blindfold back on, I commanded her to turn around and resume the ass position I had her in upon coming home. In an instant she was once again on her knees with her face pressed against the floor while her hands spread those beautifully beatable ass cheeks apart to reveal the landscapes where I would soon tread with my cock. I grabbed my drink and once again placed it on her rear.
Using my own spit to moisten the head of my cock and give a few tugs to firm things up, I got on my knees behind her and pressed my tip against her loose and inviting brownstar. With a stern reminder that my drink was not to be spilled, I moved forward with my hips and watched her asshole stretch the wrinkles smooth as my cock filled it, slowly and shallowly, increasing depth with each thrust. I endeavored so that the only part of our bodies touching was my member, and her rectum.
I remained silent until Patty's ass reached the point where it was welcoming the full length and girth of my cock with each thrust. Every thrust involved every inch of me, as I'd exit her completely, and then enter her fully.
Eventually I removed myself and calmly tapped her anus with my dick. Pausing once again to rest my tip at her now loose opening I said, "The second way in which you will be punished is that you will suck my cock ONLY after it's been in your ass," and upon completing this, I plunged myself deep into her ass and thrust hard, in and out.
Breathing heavily, panting, her voice a shrill as my balls smacked her pussy with each pounding of my cock Patty whimpered, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
And being the filthy whore she is, she fully complied ... repeatedly until we were spent. What a wonderfully nasty slut I have.
I forgot to include in my letter that I demand ur pussy and ass be groomed to a smooth shine, and thoroughly cleaned. I will be checking. Txt if you have any requests or questions.A short time later she replied:
Thank you for allowing me to please you, Lord. I got wet just reading your letter; I will ask if there's anything I don't understand. I hope you'll let me suck your dick long and hard tonight, Sir.Up until her text came in, I was having a hard time visualizing the scene, and foreseeing how I was going to transition from her vanilla partner to her sadistic Overlord. I mean, naturally there are expected elements in a scene - she's going to get whipped, slapped, flogged, beaten, clothes-pinned, bound, choked, gagged, and fucked mercilessly in every hole - but it's not as if I can just open the door and get right into it. Since Mr. Stanley is a part-time gig for me, I almost feel it necessary to have a specific reason to claim that role over her ... you know, an excuse to kick her ass, lol. Luckily, there it was in her text ... the opening I needed to punish her severely, and my mental construction of the scene quickly fell into place.
I returned home shortly after 6 pm and opened the door to find everything exactly how I'd specified, as well as some of Patty's own embillishments. Patty had tidied things up a bit, and various areas of the living room glowed from clusters of burning candles while incense wafted through the air and classical music played from the stereo. On a nearby counter rested a highball glass properly sweating on the outside, the soda still bubbling on the ice ... perfect timing in her pour and a very nice touch on the thin slice of lemon included.
The coffee table and sofa had been moved leaving a large empty area in the middle of the living room where Patty had laid a quilt on the floor. In the middle of it rested a very naked & beautiful Patty ... blindfolded, face-down, ass-up (her ample tits dangling low to scrape her pierced nipples on the quilt) with her hands reaching behind her spreading her ass wide apart to reveal the puffy protrusions of her pussy, and the stopper end of our blue butt plug covering her asshole that was stuffed full with the rest of it. What a good girl. I smiled in satisfaction.
Ignoring Patty completely, I walked to the spot where I normally keep my wallet and keys to unload my pockets. I then walked to the bathroom and took my time pissing and doing personal hygiene stuff. I took pleasure knowing that in the other room Patty dilligently remained exactly as I had left her.
Eventually I walked back into the living room, lit up a cigarette, grabbed my drink and an ashtray, and sat on the floor directly behind Patty ... intentionally exhaling loudly on every puff of my smoke, but remaining silent otherwise. To free up my hands, I set the ashtray on her ass, followed by my drink and the quiet command, "Don't fucking spill a drop." I sipped and puffed slowly, and began to tug at the butt plug which her ass held onto tightly.
In a low voice I said, "I was rather insulted by your last text message. Do you have any idea why?"
I could hear the gears in her head spinning, but after a brief pause she replied, "No, sir."
"Of course you don't, otherwise I wouldn't have to correct you," I said cooly as I tugged harder on the butt plug which her ass held desperately to.
Finishing my cigarette and removing the ashtray from atop her ass though leaving my drink, I then set about using both hands to pry the plug from her ass ... very slowly. When it was finally wrested free and the balloon-knot of her asshole remained slightly agape, I said at an near a whisper, "What I found so offensive about your message was your expressed hope that I'll let you suck my cock tonight."
I let that sink in for a few moments while slowly nudging the plug back into her rectum, and tugging it back out. I continued, "You still don't know how you insulted me with your comment?"
Patty's breathing was noticeably more rapid and shallow. I could see her dangling breasts jiggle with each breath, as her chest heaved. In a tone that denoted slight fear, and subtle eagerness, she replied, "No, sir. I'm sorry," and then let out a deep breath as if she had to hold it get those words out.
Yanking on the butt plug, which came more easily out now, I stated flatly, "Your text was a slap in the face to me because what makes you think any of this has anything to do with your hopes and wants." Giving her a brief moment to consider it I continued, "If my cock fills your mouth it's because I want to receive that pleasure, and NOT because I want to give YOU that pleasure. Do you really think I give a shit about what you want?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." I could hear the understanding in her voice and the relief expressed in her breathing.
I re-inserted the blutt plug again, placed my drink on the coffee table, and stood up behind her. With one hand I grabbed both of her wrists, and slipped my other hand over her throat to squeeze some pressure. Pulling her by the throat I said, "Sit up on your knees and turn to face me."
She quickly complied and sat before me, blindfolded and trembling with those gorgeous tits heaving in goose-bumps.
"Remove my pants and underwear, but DO NOT touch my cock while you do it," I commanded as I removed my shirt. Blindly she reached out with her hands to find my belt and make quick work of it, as well as the snap and zipper of my pants. She loosened them down off my hips, and followed the leg all the way down to my feet so it could be freed one at a time. Reaching for the band of my boxer-briefs, she slipped her fingers underneath and stretched the front out so the bulge of my half-hard cock wouldn't get caught. With expert skill and slut-precision, I was naked before her with my cock staring her in the face. Had she stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, she'd have stroked the head.
With her task done she resumed her sitting posture below me. I reached down and removed her blindfold to find her eyes tightly shut underneath. Cupping her chin in my hand and compelling her head upward I told her, "Look at me." She quickly complied but those beautiful, blue eyes squinted in the candle light. She endeavored to maintain her gaze in mine.
"You will be punished for your brash insolence in two ways. First off, you will be beaten severely."
Patty nodded her head in agreement, and meekly said, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Placing the blindfold back on, I commanded her to turn around and resume the ass position I had her in upon coming home. In an instant she was once again on her knees with her face pressed against the floor while her hands spread those beautifully beatable ass cheeks apart to reveal the landscapes where I would soon tread with my cock. I grabbed my drink and once again placed it on her rear.
Using my own spit to moisten the head of my cock and give a few tugs to firm things up, I got on my knees behind her and pressed my tip against her loose and inviting brownstar. With a stern reminder that my drink was not to be spilled, I moved forward with my hips and watched her asshole stretch the wrinkles smooth as my cock filled it, slowly and shallowly, increasing depth with each thrust. I endeavored so that the only part of our bodies touching was my member, and her rectum.
I remained silent until Patty's ass reached the point where it was welcoming the full length and girth of my cock with each thrust. Every thrust involved every inch of me, as I'd exit her completely, and then enter her fully.
Eventually I removed myself and calmly tapped her anus with my dick. Pausing once again to rest my tip at her now loose opening I said, "The second way in which you will be punished is that you will suck my cock ONLY after it's been in your ass," and upon completing this, I plunged myself deep into her ass and thrust hard, in and out.
Breathing heavily, panting, her voice a shrill as my balls smacked her pussy with each pounding of my cock Patty whimpered, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
And being the filthy whore she is, she fully complied ... repeatedly until we were spent. What a wonderfully nasty slut I have.
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