Taking Advantage

Yesterday, I was bummed that sissy wouldn’t be able to come over, but I wasn’t about to let that ruin my day. I was so excited about the shiny, jeweled butt plug she’d given me, and I couldn’t wait to use it.

Kazander was less than enthused.

“It’s big!” he exclaimed.

Pfft.

It is not big. But his ass has been a bit neglected lately, so it would probably take some time to stretch him back out.

It’s a good thing I’m a persistent bitch, innit?

We still had the afternoon and evening without the spawn, and I was absolutely going to take advantage of it.

I made him take his clothes off, then sat down on the couch next to him, holding the plug and the lube in my hands, a grin on my face.

He looked up from his laptop, met my gaze, then sighed, setting the computer down and spreading his legs.

Such a good boy.

His ass really has gotten tight from lack of use, and it took a long time to work the plug inside him.  I have no doubt that he was hoping I’d give up, and let him use something smaller.  But he knew better than that, and took it (more or less) without complaint.

Finally, I got it in, and he tensed up, groaning and panting, lying on his side on the couch, his knees curled to his chin, hands balled into fists, trying to adjust to the size of the plug that now filled him.

“Whose ass is this?” I asked him.

“It’s yours, Mistress,” he replied, his voice strained.  I smiled.

“Well good!” I said cheerfully, spanking him lightly as I got to my feet.  I looked down at him, watching as he straightened out, his movements very slow and very deliberate.

Poor thing… He was in pain.

The least I could do was help him take his mind off of it.

I was wearing a black tank top and a black-and-white maxi skirt.  It just so happened that I wasn’t wearing a goddamn thing under the skirt (which he wasn’t aware of) so as he turned to lie on his back, I threw a leg over him, alongside his head, and pulled the skirt up to my waist.

Before he could react, he found himself being smothered by my pussy.

He knew what to do.  He didn’t need to be told.  Obediently, he stuck out his tongue, dutifully licking me as I rode him, running my fingers through his hair and telling him what a sweet little whore he is.  Occasionally I’d reach back and play with his dick (or slap it around), enjoying his moans against my body.

But I was horny, and wanted to cum.  So I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the bedroom, where I lied down on the bed and pulled his face between my legs.  He grunted with the pain of me pulling his hair, but immediately quieted once his tongue was back on me, and my grip on him loosened.

He licked me to an orgasm, then licked me clean, then I turned to my side so he could worship my ass as I came down from the orgasm.

Finally, I sighed happily, and pushed him away, and sat up.  I clipped the shock collar around his dick and balls, grabbed the remote, and went back out to the living room.  Other than occasionally bending over in front of him, shoving my ass in his face, I didn’t really pay much attention to him.

He was able to keep the plug in for about two hours before it started hurting too much, and he needed to take it out.  He bent over, tense and panting once more, bracing himself for the removal.

I gripped the base tightly.  “Take a deep breath,” I told him.

Then I pulled the plug out in one smooth motion.

And his scream sent chills straight to my groin.

After the pain subsided, he took a deep breath, sighed, and straightened up, reaching out to hug me.  I wrapped my arms around him, held him close and comforted him, then pressed the button on the remote, sending a nasty shock through the collar.

After that, I more or less left him alone, giving him time to recover, occasionally pressing the button on the remote, loving his reaction every time I did.

It wasn’t until late, after we knew that the spawn was asleep and wouldn’t come back out, that I grabbed him once again and took him to the bedroom.  I made him get on all fours on the edge of the bed, his head down against the sheets, his ass high in the air, his collared dick and balls hanging down.

I spent a few minutes spanking him, paddling him, flogging him, and shocking him.  When I gently brushed the tip of a finger against his exposed hole, his gasp made me grin.

“What’s the matter?” I asked sweetly.  “A little sore?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I lubed up my finger and gently, softly rubbed it against his sore and stinging hole.  When I slowly pushed it inside him, he gasped and moaned, squirming.

I fingered him gently for a bit, occasionally shocking him to make him squirm some more.

Then, I wanted to cum again.  So I pulled him back between my legs, still holding the remote in my hand.

And I bucked against him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and holding him against me, moaning and writhing.  If I felt like he wasn’t doing a good enough job, I shocked him again, turning the setting up to make sure I got his attention.  For awhile there, I think I forgot that he was an actual person, and was instead just a mouth and a tongue to take my pleasure from.

When I finally came, I lied back on the bed, panting and sweating, and he crawled up my body to rest his head on my shoulder.

He really was such a good boy.  I thought about letting him cum to reward him.

But, why?

4 thoughts on “Taking Advantage

  1. Mic says:

    I guess that he got his reward at this point already – mentally to be honest 😉 .

  2. Very, very intense and hot!

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