We would be having breakfast together, laughing and joking around the way we usually do sitting close to each other…
Then you’d motion me to slip into your lap and I do so, You’re wearing a t shirt and casual jeans, for working around the house, and you smell delicious, your breath smells of morning coffee and I’ve always loved your after shave. I nuzzle into your chest hugging you snugly and you hug me back and we kiss in a loving way I’m wearing one of your white cotton front-button casual shirts actually, its all crumpled up from being slept around in and no underwear, but the shirt tails are long enough to make me look decent although the translucency of the shirt material make the dark erect buds of my nipples visible.
You kiss my eyes close and I sigh contentedly as you move to kiss my neck, taking soft firm nibbles and then bites I rub myself against you instinctively as your fingers run through my hair, grasping a bunch at the nape of my neck; you gently tilt my head back, I am straddled across you (facing you) with my arms around your waist, one of your arms around mine, the other clamps over my eyes gently as You gulp cold orange juice and dribble it softly into my mouth licking stray drops out of the corners, I gasp a little but get used to drinking from your mouth, licking my lips as you pull away. Then you lift your hand away from my eyes and stand me up smiling. I giggle and blush.
I like how we can be so intimate even over such small things as breakfast; I like how safe I feel with you, how you can seem so big and how I can seem so small. I know you’re going to set me an assignment; You lean over and whisper in my ear that you would like eggs and exactly how to cook them, sunny side up with a dash of garlic and olive oil, how they should be done just perfect and the yolk mustn’t break. I am to do this standing tiptoe with my legs apart, and whatever happens I am only to concentrate on my task not to move from my position, or let the eggs burn. I smile nod my understanding and hurry to do the task, getting the heavy skillet from the cabinets as I pour out the dash of oil and crack the egg on its side, careful not to break the yolk. I’m settling to the task when you come up behind me, and lift up the shirt tails tying them up around my waist so my mid section, my pubic area and my thighs are exposed to you, you bend me ever so slightly forward, slipping a leather collar with an O ring around my neck, I hadn’t started the stove yet and you give my bum a quick reprimanding smack. I yelp and get back to cooking the egg Suddenly, you begin to torturously dribble cold honey from my mid lower back taking me quite by surprise I almost jump, but remember in time to hold my position, helplessly letting the honey drip between the crack of my buttocks.
You begin to smear the honey downwards against my ass and along my cunt lips, and I groan trying desperately to concentrate on my task as I carefully flip the sides of the egg up, you circle a honey smeared finger against my butthole and I gasp, because it feels so intensely pleasurable, you begin to enter and plunder my back side as you drop to your knees behind me and lick at the honey mixing with my own juices, I blink twice each moment of pleasure making it harder and harder to concentrate on my eggs and hold my tiptoed position. I feel you enter two fingers in my ass and I shudder close to an orgasm, I begin to beg for you to stop and let me finish cooking your egg but you pay me no mind and continue plundering my backside.
I groan and this time my pleas are for you to let me cum, you ignore me still, your free hand rubbing my clit furiously. I’m close to tears with the frustration of holding back my pleasure waiting for your sweet command that would mean my release knowing full well what is in store for me if I should fail to wait… But I can’t hold back my orgasm much longer as my body begins to clench and I move against your invading fingers groaning out my carnal lust and pleasure… the eggs forgotten. You hold me steady and I let go of the spatula (it clatters to the floor leaving an eggy mess) sprawling on fours as wave after wave of orgasm hits me, your still wriggling your fingers inside me. The slight discomfort but intense pleasure makes me want to scream as I feel my insides clench again in ecstasy…
Then I feel your fingers slowly leave my ass, and I moan feeling the loss of them. I hang my head embarrassed realising how disobedient I’ve been; I go back to kneeling at a loss of what to do next, I mutter a sheepish “sorry Sir.” You are so silent as you get up and quietly switch off the stove, then you bend right next to me and say in your no-nonsense voice…
“Hmm I thought I trained you better than that (pause) looks like we will have to train you all over again, won’t we?”
“But I … Sir… I…” I stammer and then nod miserably.
I could only imagine what would come next and to add to my list of wrong doings, I had also answered back.
“Now mardin escort look at that breakfast”
You point to the egg on the floor tugging at my leather collar so I am pushed forward on my fours
“It’s only fit for pets and dogs to eat” you say and you look at me
I blush not believing what you are implying
I blink as you gently push my head down towards the egg splattered on the floor,
“Clean it up pet” you say
I nod my understanding, and bend to my set task, licking my breakfast off the floor on all fours, my behind exposed to your view
“And I haven’t punished you yet for cumming without permission..”
I cringe slightly but continue licking at the egg mess You pick up the spatula, it is a soft plastic one made specially for use with Teflon ware. And you fondle it as if contemplating what to do next as it glistens with the olive oil. You get behind me and command me to stay still as you wipe the warm olive oil from the spatula against my bottom, and then “SMACK” you begin to spank me with it
“Oh!” I cry surprised at the sensation, I wince and try to hold my position as I count “One! thank you Sir.”
Smack, Smack , Smack Smack
“Six thank you Sir” and my lower lip is trembling as I feel my backside heating up
“Eight” and these smacks aren’t quite so light as they were in the beginning, they really are punishment
“Ten, than..k…you Sir I’m really sorry sir please..”
“Please what?”
“Please forgive me” I beg
Your punishment is in part my forgiveness you say quietly as you bend to kiss me
10 more
I groan and tremble, as you gently pat at the redness before delivering another 5 blows in rapid succession as I count them out “fiftee..n Sir.. Tha.. nk you” I labour, panting and trying to blink back tears.
You stop, putting the spatula aside
“We’ll save the 5 for later, right now I feel like making use of my pet”
you say as you thrust me forward and mount me doggie style, with quick hard thrusts into my dripping pussy
I moan as I feel you fill me to the hilt trying to keep my position as I feel your hard grip on my shoulders, and with each thrust I moan aloud. I feel myself clenching again and I began to beg .. you quickly withdraw and frown a little…
You leave me still on my fours, and cross over to the sink wetting a little kitchen towel with cold water, you return to gently wipe away the oil, egg honey and juices from my sore backside and cunt, cleaning me up gently as you stand me up… You draw up a chair and have me sit back as I were this morning (it is now noon), unbuttoning the shirt to gently fondle my breasts, as I quietly lower my gaze moaning with each pinch to my nipples aching with desire… You tug longer and harder at each nipple with every twist, and I wince slightly…
“Hmm” you mutter
Yes we’ll definitely have to train you all over again
I gulp , “Yes, Sir” “All right” you say, “Go upstairs to our bedroom, kneel in our bath tub , we will begin your training again!”
I do as I am told, my knees pressed against the anti slip rubber matting we have in the tub, I hear you shifting about in our bedroom and It feels like I’ve knelt for hours till you finally come into the bathroom finding me knelt in the bathtub, the shirt still tied around my waist. you kiss me gently and begin to strip me off my clothes. I daren’t look at you keeping my gaze down. you remove my collar allowing me to keep the silver necklace that symbolises my collar around my neck. “we don’t want to get that wet now do we”
You throw the shirt in the laundry basket as you begin to fondle my breasts, then you tilt my head up and I see you, you are wearing a pair of leather pants, beside you, placed carefully on a small stool you have two cotton pads, a pair of scissors and a roll of duct tape. You pet me gently allowing me to get more comfortable in the tub, which you begin to fill with bubbles and water to my waist, then you take a hand towel dipping it into the bath, begin to clean me thoroughly. I relax under your comforting touch and tell you how much I love you , but you quiet me smiling and kiss my forehead as you get me clean… you get me out of the bath and kneel me in front of you “we shall now begin your instruction again as my pet, at no time will you be allowed to address me in any other manner save Master or Sir…”
I complete your instructions to me having heard the same commandments at least a dozen times before “At no time will I directly gaze upon you unless instructed, your instructions are to be followed explicitly and without hesitation , failure to do so brings about punishment When in a situation where speech is not acceptable, I will flex my toes/tap my toes as indication of not wanting to continue with play When in a situation where I do not feel comfortable beyond what I can tolerate I am to utter my safe word… careless use of my safeword to escape an uncomfortable or nevşehir escort humiliating situation also affords me a severe punishment” “Ah so I see my girl hasn’t forgotten all her lessons”
I giggle and shake my head
“Hmm then why did we have to punish you this morning”
I keep quiet, embarrassed
Your lessons for today will be on trusting and relying on your Master, you will spend the rest of today blindfolded till I say you may remove your blinds. I gulp nervously but reply “Yes Sir” You pull me closer to you my hands rest on your leather pants loving the texture smell and feel of it under my touch, Bend forward you say as you press my cheek gently against your lap, and I’m dizzy with the smell of you in leather and the feel of it against my skin…You bunch up my hair and grip it in place with a hair clip, brushing all my hair away from my eyes as you gently place the cotton pads over my eyes careful to cover them as you strap them in place with a length of duct tape. At once I feel a sudden nervousness and chew at my lip nervously feeling vulnerable and exposed to you. “Now open your mouth” I pause and nod, feeling you strap a small bit into place, forcing my mouth open against it, I feel myself blush unable to control the saliva that pools in my mouth…you click the straps into place “now you may nod for yes and shake your head for no is that understood?”
I nod my head You stand me up and I stand with my legs apart as I am trained to do. You have me bend over my hands grasping the rim of the bath … You pass what feels like the heel of a leather shoe just under my nose.. and you allow me to explore it with my tongue You adjust my position and then you hold my right foot up, as I balance on my left, you slip the shoe on my foot letting me shift weights as you dress my left foot. You spread my legs to the width of my training markers (two small black mosiac tiles) as my heels rest on them and then I feel you dab a little KY jelly on my asshole I groan unable to see what you are doing to me or to object to it… and then I feel it… the invasion of an enema syringe in my butthole, I thrash and squirm… embarrassed and nervous, but you still me and I groan as I feel its length enter me, I stay still groaning .. and then I begin to feel that strange sensation as you introduce liquid from the bag up my ass filling my bladder…I grunt and moan against my bit, my mind reeling surely I can’t take anymore.. and then mercifully it stops filling… and you slip a t plug to replace the enema nozzle… I groan as you gently stroke against my breast, my chest and then my abdomen, which you push against ever so slightly and I feel like crying desperately trying to keep from cramping “How is my pet doing” you say as you kiss the sweat on my brow and wipe away drool from the corners of my mouth..
I turn towards the sound of your voice and plaintively moan “Uhhhhhhh!” The feeling in my bowels is so intense! ” Yes we’re getting you all nice and clean before we can properly start your training” “Another part of your training is staying wet for your master” you say and I feel you finger my pussy “Ah its nice to see my pet hasn’t forgotten that lesson” And I can hear the smile in your voice… I groan beginning to feel the beginnings of the cramps, I need to release myself.. I moan pitifully begging you as best I can to release me so I may relieve myself. but you pat the buttplug snugly in place and begin to work two fingers in and out of my pussy You stop and then lead me over to what feels to my groping hands like the toilet bowl… you make me bend over as you slowly work the buttplug out of my ass…
I moan and rush to sit on the seat as soon as it pops.. and I realise you are in the room with me and I try to motion for you to leave, trying to keep it in… But I can’t and to my complete and utter humiliation, the enema does its job. I’m blushing bright red as I try to grope for the toilet paper to clean myself and to flush the toilet but I feel you near me, and you flush the toilet , you don’t clean me up ,, you help me back in the tub and you turn the shower on , washing my back and ass gently… probing it every now and then..
There .. now you are ready … you help me out of the toilet and into the bedroom… you tell me you’ve laid out some nice things for me to wear for this training session out on the bed… I can’t see them .. so you assist me.. The first item you slip into my hands are a pair of long arm length satin gloves… You slip them on me, and they muffle my sense of touch.. then you slip a leather harness with chains around my body , I feel the chains caress my bare breasts as you clasp the straps of the harness to my collar. A single strand of leather is passed between my legs and looped up to fasten to the back of the harness like a g that rubs gently against my wet pussy And then you slip push me gently back on the bed, removing my heels, you slip a pair of crotchless panty hose over each of niğde escort my legs covering them in stocking… and you slip my heels back on again…. On my ankles you place ankle cuffs made of thick padded leather for some of the suspension we do, you do the same for my wrists. each of these cuffs come with an o ring as well… we have a four poster bed, you gently lead me to the front of the bed and slip the rings on the hooks and latches we have there so that I am spread eagled vertically infront of you facing the headboard.
now.. what if we got someone to watch you as you are being trained? my mind reels again and I panic and moan . I hear the door open and you seem to be talking to someone… I hear the bed creak and then you introduce me as your errant wife I blush crimson convinced someone is watching me and lying on our bed You start to caress my bare buttocks with glove covered hands, leather gloves… the sensation sends me into a deep state as I twitch and flex under your touch , trying to behave myself infront of our guest , and then you slip nipple clamps over my nipples.. I groan drooling some more in the process, they are y clamps attached to a long chain.. and I feel them pull forward “We’re giving them to our guest for his amusement pet” you say , I turn towards the sound of your voice and I feel my nipples being tugged sharply , I groan.. and feel you again at the back of me gently stroking my bare bum with the caresses of your leather gloved hands. and then you being to smack me gently as you caress my clit , the stranger tugging at the clamps on my nipples .. You’d caress me till I’m almost on the verge of cumming , and then you’d stop as the stranger would yank on the nipple clamps and all I can do is cry out for release, groaning like an animal… We do several rounds of this , and then you tug against the thong of leather between my legs slipping it up my crack .. rubbing the leather against my wet mound.. I whimper so desperate to cum… you unfasten the piece of leather and begin to caress my backside with your Dick. I groan feeling you against the heat of my punished cheeks
I cry out as you begin to enter me in my ass, holding my hips firmly against you …
I feel embarrassed as I am made aware of the stranger presence in our activities by the tug on my nipples.. and you continue to fuck me .. and all I can do is twist and cum under you till you begin to shake with your climax You draw ragged breaths as you anchor me against yourself and I slump on my restraints, pumping your hot seed deep into my backside.. you slowly withdraw from me and release me from my bonds… rubbing feeling back into my wrist as I slump on my bed.. realising that really there was no one there… you gently lick my nipples and cuddle me close.. Id like to cry but find myself unable to against the duct tape, you gently stroke my hair , wiping my hot body gently with a cold wet cloth…
After we’ve rested for some minutes, you sit me up and clean me up .. still not removing my blind fold… “We’re going out” you say … And my hands move up to undo the duct ,
“Uh uh”
My hands fall back to my sides, and you dress me, in another shirt of yours that you slip over me after removing the leather harness, no bra and you slip me into my jeans , with no knickers. We’re going shopping love I smile it’s the first time today you call me love and I take a little comfort in that , strangely you sit me down and put a dressing over the duct tape making my blindfold look like I had major eye surgery *How ingenious* I think to myself.
And I stumble after you , no longer in high heels but comfortable pumps for walking in … The last thing you take off me before we exit the door of our house is the bit in my mouth , and I flex my jaws in relief, still I haven’t been given permission to speak you kiss me and I return the kiss in passion and ardor having missed the comfort of your lips and reassurance of your kisses I am so glad to feel them again
we go to the supermarket , I can tell because of all the announcements coming over the intercom and you never leave my side. always guiding my direction with an arm firmly anchored around my waist .. I’m still not allowed to speak and haven’t gotten into that habit of saying anything either somehow it feels strange to hear my own voice again as you ask me what I think of a certain cheese that I have to smell and feel.. you pick up a rose and you touch it to my face softly ..
you’ve bought some dinner, wine and cheese and some candles and I smile as you take my hand and our packages and we go wondering into a lingerie store.. you hold up a silk chemise to my cheek and ask me if I like the feel of it I nod and say yes very much..
I can only guess that the clerk is looking at the two of us and feeling sorry for me but inside I am laughing as I hear you paying for the purchase…
the minute we step back into the house, you simply leave me standing in the doorway (with the door shut) and set off to chill the wine and get dinner started you return for me shortly and undress me then and there, you unwrap the parcel we got from the lingerie department and you slip the chemise on me, then very very gently you begin to unwrap the dressing and remove the duct tape..