I come home from a night out with friends and walk into the bedroom to find you lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a cage and your collar. You smile up at me.
“Did you have fun?”
“I did,” I reply. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Then why did you come home so early?”
My grin widens and my eyes darken. It’s a look that you’ve seen many times before, but no matter how many times you see it, it still makes your heart jump and sends chills down your spine.
I approach and I straddle you, one knee on either side of you on the bed. You reach up to touch me, but I grab both of your wrists and pin them against your chest with one hand. My other hand goes to your neck, effectively pinning you beneath me, pinning you against the bed.
“There’s something else I’d rather do,” I murmur, leaning close to kiss you. I take your bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard, until you’re gasping and whimpering into my mouth.
I devour your mouth, drinking in your moans and frustrated whines as your cock swells inside its cage, aching to be let out. Then, I turn your head to the side and kiss my way along your jaw, up your neck, and to your ear. Gently at first, I take your lobe between my teeth.
You begin squirming as my touch sends chills down your spine.
Your reactions fuel my lust, and I rise off of you, rolling you over on the bed, demanding that you get on all fours, your head down and ass up. Without a word, I pull my thin leather belt off, fold it in half, and bring it down across your ass.
You gasp and tense, but in the next second, you exhale in relief as you realize I could’ve hit you a lot harder.
Your relief is short-lived, however. Almost immediately after the first, I deliver five more, much, much harder. Only a short pause, and then another five.
“Aww, does that hurt?” I ask sweetly, running the very tips of my fingers lightly over the stinging, reddening skin of your ass.
“My poor boy,” I reply, somewhat absently, as I examine the marks I’ve left on you, my eyes trailing up your body, at the half-healed welts and bruises from previous beatings. I don’t have to ask, I know your asshole is still sore from the beating and thorough fucking you’d gotten this morning.
But it isn’t nearly sore enough. I bring my hand down hard against your hole, spanking you without pause until you’re squirming and writhing.
“That’s my good little slut,” I murmur, using my other hand around your waist to hold you up and keep you still while I continue hurting you, punctuating each sentence with a hard slap. “This is what you deserve. You’re a greedy little bitch, always whining that you want more. Isn’t this what you want?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” you grunt through gritted teeth as another slap makes you shut your eyes tight against the pain.
I stop spanking you, lean over and spit directly on your hole, then run the tip of a finger gently over your entrance for a moment, but don’t put it inside. I just keep rubbing it lightly over your puckered hole, teasing you with the touch, occasionally increasing the pressure enough to make you think I’m about to enter you, only to back off almost immediately. I keep going, working you into a frenzied pile of want, laughing as you beg me to enter you.
Finally, when you’re whining and begging and babbling, barely coherent, I push a single finger inside, grinning as you push back against me, still wanting more.
“Such a greedy slut,” I say, chuckling as I finger you.
Then, after only a moment, I abruptly pull away from you, removing my finger. You open your eyes, going still, and moan in frustration and want.
“Stay,” I command, then leave the room.
You take a deep breath, looking after me, and shift slightly. Now that you’re alone, you become aware of the humiliating aspect of the position I’ve left you in. Your head down, ass up, waiting for me to come back, and wondering what I’ll do with you.
You don’t have long to wait or wonder. I return quickly, my strapped-on cock hard and rigid between my legs.
Without a word, I kneel behind you on the bed, press the tip of my cock against your hole, and enter you in one long, smooth motion, all the way to the hilt.
“Get on all fours,” I demand, and you quickly obey, putting your hands underneath you and pushing yourself up. I immediately grab you by your collar and pull your head back, forcing you to arch your back as I begin a long, slow, thorough fucking.
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur as I slide almost all the way out of you before sinking all the way back in. “This is what you want, isn’t it slut?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” you gasp between moans. With your caged cock leaking and aching in its cage, the deep ache from previous beatings radiating warmly through your body, the sharp stinging on your ass from the belt and my hand, the combination of your hole stinging and being stretched wide open, and the smooth, steady rhythm of being fucked, all you can do is react. You can’t put a coherent thought together, can’t focus on anything other than what I’m doing to you.
“Yes, you love this, don’t you?” I ask. “You love having your sore hole stretched and filled. I bet you wish my cock was bigger, don’t you? Such a greedy slut.”
“Yes, Ma’am, what?”
“Yes, I love having my hole filled. I love that you keep me sore, and I love being your greedy slut.”
“That’s my good boy.”
I speed up, slamming my cock into you, mercilessly pounding your aching hole until you’re gasping and whimpering and unconsciously pulling away, hoping I’ll stop.
But I don’t stop. I tighten my grip on your collar, holding you against me as I continue fucking you.
“Stay still,” I command. “Take it like a good little bitch. If you do a good job, I’ll reward you later, before bed.”
You close your eyes and grit your teeth, tense and panting as I brutally fuck you, wanting more than anything to please me, to be a good boy, to take my cock because it’s what I want. You have no idea how long I’ve been fucking you like this, and you have no idea how much longer it’ll be before I stop. All you can do is endure.
Finally, I abruptly pull out of you and release my hold on your collar. The movement is so sudden, you gasp with the surprise and have to catch your self from falling forward. I walk into the next room, taking off the strap-on as I go. Sighing, your hole stinging and throbbing, you collapse on your side on the bed, sweating and panting. You close your eyes and wait for me to come back, wondering what I’ll do to you next.
A minute later, you feel me lying down behind you. With a gentle, soft touch, I spread your cheeks and slowly push a thick plug inside of you, pausing for a moment at the point where it’s at its widest before sliding it all the way in.
With my other hand, I pull you close against me, gently licking and nibbling your ear as I slowly, tenderly pull the plug almost all the way back out and push it all the way back in.
“That’s a very good boy,” I whisper. Then I sit up and turn the TV on while you curl up in my lap, spent and sated, the plug still inside you.