“Yeah!”
“Excuse me?”
My pupils dilate and it feels like my heart has stopped. I know what I’m doing. He knows what I’m doing. What I don’t know is what he’s going to do about it. Fuuuuuuck.
“Care to try that again?” His voice is measured and calm, and I smirk and reply “No.”
Three footsteps and he’s standing behind me, pushing me face down with his flat palm colliding with my ass. He takes a few moments and says “you’re wearing too many things” and pulls me upright on my knees, peeling off a layer from behind, pushing me down to leave me in my undies. I feel a bit exposed and then he takes those too.
“Arch your back and spread your cheeks.”
I reach behind and do so, automatically looking down. I’m heading off to outer space and at the same time feeling everything here in this room. I feel something cold easing into my butt. Is he putting a fucking ice cube in there? Hold on there was no ice in the freezer when I looked earlier oh my fucking… oh ok so this is new. He’s only ever fucked me with his fingers before but he’s filled me up with a plug and to help it ease all the way in he reached around with a Hitachi wand and grinds it hard against my clit. Mission accomplished.
“Count to eleven”.
The fuck? WHACK. Oh shit. The cane. What have I done? I feel like I’m being sliced open via my butt cheeks and by the time we hit four strokes I’m screaming my apologies and begging him to stop. He doesn’t.
“This is why we remember our manners”.
“ORRRRANGE FUCK PLEASE ORANGE”
“Orange what?”
“ORANGESIRJAMESPLEASE”
The cane doesn’t touch me again until I’m ready, and then it is lighter. I get to eleven and collapse in a heaving pile. Relieved, proud, turned on. Ready to do what I’m told.
He takes a Polaroid of my ass and its stripes, a souvenir.
“Good. Well done. Hop up and get me some cheese and a cracker with quince paste”.
I’m not sure if that’s possible but I don’t have to think, only do. I raise myself up gingerly and I’m not in any pain but the plug in my ass is extremely noticeable. With every step I’m aware of it. This is fantastic.
I return with a glass of water and a single cracker. My hands were shaking too much to manage more and I go to hand it to him from the side of the couch, and when he raises an eyebrow I realize I’m supposed to come around to face him. Oh fuck. “I’m sorry! Here you go!”
He’s shoved the coffee table aside and tells me to lay at his feet. I lower myself to the floor and lay looking up at the ceiling as he rests his boots on my chest. I am slick with sweat: this is the ultimate power move. He has a taste of the blue cheese I’d selected and murmurs his approval. I’m shaking from head to toe while he applies pressure with different parts of his boots and all I know is that my skin is singing and I couldn’t tell you my own name. Then I feel something hard on my belly, my eyes are closed and I can’t bring myself to open them but I understand that he’s running the tip of the cane over my body. In some spots he lightly grazes my skin, in others he presses the tip firmly to get me to move in the way he wants. He forces my legs apart and the intense buzzing of the Hitachi drives me up to the edge.
“Sir James can I please cum?”
“Yes. Cum for me.”
I completely disintegrate into a million shining pieces and thank him but he keeps grinding into me, and I ask to cum again, and do so with permission. I feel far away and there are strange sounds coming from my face that I don’t recognise.
“Hey, are you ok?” his voice strong and loud but not in an angry way. I feel him unbuckling my collar and I come back into the room.
“Oh. I’m ok, I’m ok.” I mumble. I think it’s just the heat.
“You know I’ve choked people unconscious before as a wrestler and you looked exactly like they did before they passed out?”
“Oh.” I feel annoyed at myself. He tells me to get myself some water and I know he wants to check I can walk before we continue. I’m ok. Just a bit wobbly. I drink some water and return with another glass for him.
“Sit on the couch here” he motions to sit up and I feel a bit weird about sitting on the nice leather couch when I’m so sweaty and sloppy but it’s not my decision. He pushes my shoulders back and leans hard against me, my back melting into the couch as he puts some fingers in my mouth, and with his other hand which is encased in a black rubber glove, he starts finger fucking me vigorously. He never tires and hits all the good spots and then he brings the hitachi down on my clit. Fast and slow and fast and slow and fast fast fast. I have left the building and my eyes have rolled back in my head as I ask, cum, thank, again and again. I open my eyes for some reason and his face is hovering an inch from mine, intently taking in all of my slack jawed drooling, groaning and grunting. I’m loud and messy and as I take him in my eyes widen in surprise. When he’s had enough and made me cum another four times in rapid succession he stops and as he stands up I can see his jeans are unbuttoned and his cock is standing up.
“Ohhhh! Hello my friend” I coo, and eagerly kneel between his legs. He instructs me to suck his balls and I do so greedily, licking and sucking at them, my hand reaching up for his thick cock which is wrapped in latex, getting it ready for my mouth.
Sir James grabs the back of my head and guides my mouth over his dick, and I suck hard as he fucks my face. I breathe through my nose and take all of him in, gagging a bit but not as much as last time.
“Someone’s been practicing!”
I look up at him and smile with my eyes, and I lick the underside of his dick firmly and slowly all the way to the tip.
“Ohh that’s good”
I keep teasing, sucking, licking, blowing him and playing with his balls.
Once he’s satisfied he releases the back of my head and I get real chatty.
“No practice just visualising, thinking about how to improve. Better?”
“Very much! Well done”
I could turn into a big puddle of drool after receiving such a compliment. Any praise must be earned, and when it is, it’s the ultimate. The last time I saw him was the first time I ever sucked cock and I was eager but unfamiliar so it wasn’t the greatest. I had asked for pointers and filed them away, calling on them over the last few days as I daydreamed about choking on his beautiful and huge cock.
He tells me to get on my hands and knees. He removes the butt plug despite my protests and swats me on the ass a few times with a hard paddle.
I’m so confused, all of my senses are in overdrive, I can’t possibly cum anymore but I couldn’t bear it if we stopped. I have no idea what to do except obey him. I trust him.
He tells me to get him something sweet to eat, so I do, and then tells me to show him around the house. One bedroom, two bedroom, three bedroom: bingo. The bunk bed with many horizontal bars. We both thought the same thing when we looked at the listing about this room – that it would come in handy. He tells me to hold on to the top railing and not to move. Leaning my forehead against the metal bars, I’m panting a bit with the anticipation and straining to hear what he’s up to. I can’t think of a single thing beyond this room and what I’m feeling. Everything feels good, sweaty, wanting more. He’s walking through the house slowly and deliberately, detouring to the kitchen for snacks, then finally comes into the room. My eyes are closed and I’m exactly where he left me. He shows me the Polaroid he took earlier, cheerfully announcing: “look at that cute butt!” I snort, I can barely see but I can make out a stripey backside and the vision is making my butt tingle.