Kazander texted me while he was out Sunday and said he had a “surprise” for me when he got home. And I, being the very personification of patience that I am, waited.
I was out running an errand when he got home, and when I got back, I walked in the door to see him lying on the couch watching TV, wearing his lace panties and lacy lingerie, along with his collar and a leash.
Well, I know what I’m doing tonight.
“Oooh, good boy,” I said, walking in and putting my purse down.
“I’m plugged, too, Mistress.”
Very good boy…
Man, sometimes it’s really awesome not having the kid around.
I sat down on the couch next to him and reached between his legs, running my nails lightly across his balls through the lace of his panties. It’s a small, simple thing that never fails to get his attention. Something about the nails through the lace just feels amazing.
Within seconds, he was hard, his poor little cock trying to burst through the cage. I have no idea when the last time he came was. He says it’s been a month. I seriously doubt that.
But it has been locked up for awhile, and the poor boy was desperate for some kind of release. So I took the cage off and began teasing him, stroking him and playing with the head until he was squirming and moaning like the little bitch he is.
We like to watch porn together, so I set up a video to watch, and settled in next to him, playing with his nipples and his cock, reaching between his legs to finger him.
Less than halfway through the video, my lust got the best of me and I told him I wanted him on all fours on the couch. He did as he was told while I went to the bedroom and grabbed my strap-on and my smallest paddle. It’s light and stingy, and makes a boy’s ass so deliciously red.
First, I worked him over with the paddle, making him squirm and whimper some more. I kept going until he was nice and red, warm and stinging. Then I knelt behind him on the couch and entered him smoothly, sinking my cock in all the way to the hilt. The way he gasped and moaned was so sexy.
I fucked him for awhile, reminding him that he’s my bitch, and that he’s not allowed to have sex with me like a real man. I told him that real men get to fuck their wives. The only penetrative sex he can hope for is if I make him fuck or get a blowjob from another boy. Otherwise, he gets bent over and fucked like the bitch he is.
After a good, long, thorough fucking, I let him relax for a bit while we finished watching the video. Then, I took him back to the bedroom and sat on his face, jerking him off. I told him I’d let him cum, since he’d been such a good boy.
He kept talking, which meant he wasn’t worshiping my pussy, and that got annoying in about 6 seconds. So I told him to shut up, and kept stroking him.
And about 8 seconds later, he said something again. His voice was muffled by my body, and I couldn’t hear him. I stopped stroking him and lifted myself off to better hear what he was saying.
As it turns out, he said he was going to cum, and since I stopped to ask what he’d said, it ruined his orgasm. Which, of course, I found hilarious.
“Maybe next time you’ll do what you’re told,” I said, satisfied that the ruined orgasm, when he was promised a full one, was punishment enough for talking after he’d been told not to.
“But I told you that I was going to cum,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d want to be surprised.”
“I told you I was going to make you cum. I knew it was going to happen. I told you to stop talking. You didn’t do what you were told, and it cost you a satisfying orgasm.”
I let him clean himself up. Then, he asked if I’d be willing to let him sleep with the cage off, and he’d put it on the next day when he got home from work.
Yeah, I’ve heard that before.
I initially told him no. He sighed, reluctantly going to put it on, and I asked why it was so important. He said he just wanted a good night’s sleep, and that he promised he’d put it on when he got home.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ll put it on right when you get home?” I asked.
I decided to let him sleep without the cage.
Sure enough, when he got home, it didn’t go on. That’s twice in two days that he didn’t take obedience seriously.
Even when I mentioned the cage, he didn’t put it on.
I didn’t say anything, but just waited. Finally, around 12:30am, he got around to putting the cage on. He got home from work at 7.
“So it took you 5 1/2 hours to put it on.”
There wasn’t a hit of remorse in his voice as he fed me some excuse I didn’t care enough about to pay attention to.
“I think 10 spankings for every hour is good.”
He sighed, trying not to roll his eyes. I told him to get on all fours in the middle of the living room, and went back to the bedroom to get my paddle again.
I stood above him, straddling him to keep him still, and started in with the paddle. There was no warm-up like there was the previous night. I hit him hard and fast, ten at a time.
Before I finished the first ten, he was squirming and gasping. After every set of ten, I took a break, running the tips of my fingers over the warm, tender skin.
“I don’t think you quite understand what it means to be obedient,” I told him. “And it’s time for you to learn. Your job is to be the worthless, pathetic bitch you are and do what the fuck you’re told. My commands are not, by any means, open to interpretation. This is not a relationship between equals. I own you. You’re not my husband, you’re my property. You’ll learn to live up to my expectations, or I’ll beat you until you scream.”
He was already screaming by the time I hit the halfway point, but I didn’t hold back. The last five were particularly brutal, and when I was done, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.
He stayed where he was, his head resting on his arms, his face obscured by his hair, trying to calm his breathing. I told him to stand up and pressed my body against his, reaching down to caress the burning skin of his ass with one hand, and with the other I pinched and twisted his nipple until he whimpered and melted into me, burying his face against my neck.
“Are you going to do what you’re told from now on?” I asked him.
“That’s a good boy.”
He’s still got a lot of learning to do, but even the most stubborn dog can be trained with a firm, consistent hand. Other things have caused me to be way more lenient with him lately than I used to be, but that’s over and done with. I’ve never made it a secret that I have zero interest in a vanilla relationship and an equal dynamic, and he can either meet my expectations, or he can experience how unpleasant my disappointment can be, and just how dark and twisted I can get.
The silly boy has no idea…