With scheduling conflicts and illnesses making for annoying obstacles, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to spend some time with Sounder. Tonight, that changed.
And man, I was feeling sadistic, the poor boy.
After a glass of wine, I told him to take his clothes off, and noticed that his chest was red. He explained that he’d waxed earlier, and didn’t expect it to react that much.
It’s only the second time he’s ever been waxed, so the reaction wasn’t surprising. Still, I need to get a new wax kit of my own here soon, and I’ll look and see if I can find anything for sensitive skin. Maybe that’ll help.
The really fun part, though, was just how sensitive the whole area was. I reached out to touch him super softly, and he flinched away.
“That hurts?” I asked.
I grinned. Oooh, this would be fun.
Oh, and as it turns out, my nails, which I usually keep short, were much longer than usual. So running my nails across his chest was a lot of fun, and his reactions were so cute. He squirmed and gasped so nicely.
I love bending him over the island in his kitchen and groping him. It’s a lot of fun, and he makes the most adorable sounds. Some pleasure, mixed with some pain, and he’s basically (to quote him) a puppy dressed as a baby duck. It’s that cute.
We went upstairs, and I saw his new dress lying on the bed. He hadn’t tried it on yet, and I was so excited to see it on him.
And he looks awesome in it. It’s a lovely retro, pin-up style dress, pink with black polka dots with a halter top. It’s so cute, and he looks so good in it. I think I like it even more than the sexy black bodycon dress he has.
After putting the dress on, I told him to put his makeup on, and we both noticed that the makeup looked off.
“I look like Skeletor,” he said.
“You’ve been out in the sun, haven’t you?”
“Well, it is 130 degrees out.”
Pfft. I don’t even think it cracked 110 today. But he’s gotten tan. The foundation is too pale for him.
So I know what shade he needs, and I’ll pick that up. But we made do with what we had, and he continued putting it on, while I lifted up the dress and set about seeing how well he could keep his focus while being teased, stroked, and fingered.
His reactions were beyond adorable, and as it turns out, fingering him is enough to shatter his focus. Which, of course, is one of those incredibly useful bits of information that you just store away for some particular scenario that may or may not happen in the future.
No, there’s nothing ominous about that at all.
I made him wear a wig earlier in the day, and he mentioned how hot it was, so I let him go without. He looked cute enough without it.
But here’s the thing. I’ve always loved pin-up clothes, makeup, and hair. Whenever I go out, that’s my own preferred style. And I think Sounder would look amazing with that style.
He mentioned wanting to cook me dinner, and that’s immediately where my mind went. He would look so cute in the kitchen, wearing that dress with a retro, frilly apron, with the full pin-up hair and makeup. Just like a 50’s housewife.
My darling little housewife. He’d cook for me, and then I’d bend him over the sink while he’s doing the dishes and fuck him raw. That’s a fabulous idea.
Speaking of fucking him raw, I sure did that tonight. The poor boy hasn’t been fucked in so long, and his pussy was so tight, I could barely get my cock inside him. He’ll make whatever man I give/sell his virginity to very happy.
But really, it was the pain I was the most interested in. And I love how hard he gets whenever I hurt him, I love how he squirms, how he gasps, I love his facial expressions when I hurt him, I love making him scream.
So I backed him into the corner and turned my attention to his nipples and his chest, and I think it’s safe to assume he’s not a fan of me having long nails, particularly when his skin is red and irritated.
Oh, but it was sooo much fun.
Then I told him to lie down. I took out my wand, plugged it in, and held it against his clit, stroking it, teasing it until it was ultra sensitive, then torturing him with it.
Which is always fun. And he’s so cute when he begs me to stop. Really, lots of cuteness all around.
I had to laugh, though. When I finally stopped with the wand, after, I dunno, maybe half an hour (he still can’t cum like a man), I started pinching and twisting his dick, and didn’t get a reaction.
“Really?” I asked. “Nothing?”
“Oh, that is so much better,” he replied. I had to laugh. He prefers being hurt to being pleasured. He was completely soft almost the entire time I pleasured him, but it sprang to life when I started hurting it.
So between that, and not being able to cum, vanilla sex is pretty much out of the question.
Oh darn, poor thing. I guess he’ll just have to get his pleasure from being fucked like the little bitch he is. Like a pretty little housewife.