Flustered, part II (erotic fiction)

This post contains mature erotic content based on (light) D/s themes that may offensive to some readers and highly erotic to others. Not safe for work. That said, enjoy. Part I here…

Arriving in the bedroom I was to lie down on the padded chest at the end of the bed. Sir had it made so it was high enough for him to penetrate me if he desired but it would not be an obvious piece of sex furniture. He removed my nipple clamps sucking each nipple deeply until I moaned before he turned the chest length ways, instructing me bend over the chest, face down, stretching my arms above my head. He showered me with hard spanks then kissed my burning skin. I heard him get out the cane and swish it through the air, my skin prickled in anticipation, I had only experienced the cane a very few times. “I will give you five each side. You will count.” He ran the coolness of the cane up my inner thigh and over my hot ass before raising it and bringing it down. The sting took my breath away but I remembered to count. The second one brought tears to my eyes; the third, fourth and fifth cries. He rubbed aloe vera into this ass cheek before starting on the other, I counted and whimpered then he was rubbing the aloe in and crooning to me “such a good girl, so sexy and obedient. You are going to cum for me now.” Then he was licking my pussy parting my lips and sliding his fingers inside my velvet-wet depths. He teased my sensitive clitoris but knew I was a tightly coiled ball of sexual arousal right at the peak of orgasm so he paused tortuously often.

My ass stung brutally from his punishment but the sweetness of his touches was drawing me closer and closer to a deep and engulfing orgasm. His tongue probed my tight ass drawing deeper moans of pleasure from me. His fingers slid in and out of my slick pussy in time with his tongue pressure “You like that my dirty girl?” Sir asked as he probed deeper, knowing full well the shame I feel for liking ass play. “Yes Sir, your dirty girl likes your tongue on her ass.”
“I want you to cum for me, I am going to slid my finger covered in your salty sweetness into your tight little ass hole and you are going to cum for me.” His voice had me right on the edge but I managed a breathy reply, “Yes Sir.” True to his word he withdrew his fingers from my hot pussy and slowly slid one finger into my ass. My orgasm exploded through me a wave of intense pleasure from this one small manipulation of my body. I let my voice express the depth of the orgasm; his fingers found my clit and pushed me further not allowing the orgasm to wane. My ecstatic moans increased in volume as my Sir slid another finger into my wet and willing pussy. “Now my sweet girl you will soak me with you fluids only then will I penetrate you.” I was unable to answer the sweet crescendo he was building had me beyond forming words. His fingers retreated and a sharp thwack across my blazing buttocks brought back my tongue, “Sorry Sir, I was lost in the bliss you are giving me, yes my Sir I will ejaculate at your command that you would give me penetration. Oh Sir how I want your cock inside me.” He rubbed my ass cheeks, “Better.” His fingers returned, firstly the one in my ass then in my pussy then more rubbing my swollen clit. The combination was perfect the angles just right, within moments I had flooded him with my juices and I heard him moan his pleasure. He keeps riding my ass with his finger as I hear his trousers drop then his hardness is pushing against my pussy tantalizingly poised to enter, I cannot help but beg “Please Sir please fill me with your hardness, claim this body that belongs to you.” I have spoken out of turn he growls and grabs my knotted hair pulling on it fiercely as he enters me deeply with brute force.

He is fucking me viciously two fingers now in my ass, his hand yanking my head back and his manhood gorging on my hot flesh. Suddenly I am on the verge of cumming again his fingers leave my ass and he brings his hand down on my burning cheeks again and again, he does not allow me to let go, fucking me harder and deeper my will is slipping, as if he knows abruptly he is still. He withdraws commanding me to rise and settle myself at the end of the trunk. He seats me just on the end legs spread wide, breasts out hands behind my ass cheeks to support me, feet tucked into the nook designed for this very position. He watches me as hungrily as if it were the first time he has seen me proudly spread open before him. His eyes on the moisture leaking from me onto the cushioned trunk. Watching my parted lips as I wait eager for whatever is to come next. He tweaks my nipples hard his erection twitching with the pleasure. He grabs my right breast firmly with his whole hand and slaps the nipple firmly several times then sucks viciously at it, unbidden moans pour out my of throat. Turning his attention to my left breast he repeats this procedure biting the soft flesh sharply causing me to suck in my breath.

He reaches for a large dildo and pushes it into my mouth. “I want to pound your soft flesh until you are spent I am going to push you further than ever before my treasure you are so wet and hot I want to fuck you and claim you again and again.” The dildo is still in my mouth he pulls it out holding my eyes “Please claim this one Sir, I am your girl to do with as it pleases you.” He smiled and kissed me, “That’s my good girl.” He traced the dildo down my form over my now aching nipple, then he traced further down to part my moist nether lips dripping with want. My stinging ass was hurting from sitting on it but this did nothing but heighten my arousal. He penetrated me deeply with the dildo, it was huge, much larger than any he had used before I held steady as he pushed it as deep as possible allowing me to become accustomed to its size then he began fucking me with it in earnest. My body seemed to be trying to stop it entering but his insistence and my wetness allowed him to push past my tensing. Firmer he plunged as I began to feel another orgasm rise. He slapped at my breasts with his free hand, “Keep your pose, breasts forward, straight back.”
“Yes Sir,” I whimpered as the pleasure deep within my stretched pussy grew in intensity. I cried out wordlessly,
“Hold it my dirty slut. Let it build higher first.” He increased the pressure and speed within me I whimpered my plea
“Please Sir, please let me cum.” He rammed harder but did not give permission then he was rubbing my clit firmly and finally said “Now.” I came loudly more fluid gushed from me, suddenly the dildo was gone and Sir’s much smaller, but more organically heated cock was inside me driving the orgasm further again and again I released over him, struggling to maintain my pose.

He pushed me onto my back with my legs spread pointing up to the ceiling. “Hold this position.” Then the dildo was poised at my swollen lips and his cock at my tightest entrance. He slid both inside me simultaneously I moaned at the pleasure and the pain of holding my legs suspended in the air. He found his rhythm I cried out to god and my Sir was telling me to touch my clit “rub it hard dirty girl, slap your nub until you cum for me again.” I did as I was bid, orgasm tearing through me as I did so. My breasts ached, my ass cheeks burned, my thighs burned from holding them up and spread wide but still I came harder and harder. The pleasure overwhelmed me I was awash in an ecstatic release that was only pushed further when my Sir finally allowed his own release. The pleasure still washed through me my body pulsing with the orgasms retreat. After some moments of stillness and our breath returning to normal my Sir spoke, his voice softened with his release. “Such a good girl, I think I should bathe you before you sleep.” He lowered my legs and moved me so I would be more comfortable as he went to run the bath for us. I lay listening to him whistling an old tune as he went about this task, utterly spent and calm thanking my lucky stars for such a wise and generous Sir.

Flustered, part I (erotic fiction)

This post contains mature erotic content based on (light) D/s themes that may offensive to some readers and highly erotic to others. Not safe for work. That said, enjoy.

today

I cannot settle, my mind is in a whirl of confusion. Nothing I do will calm me. One of my bosses spoke harshly to me for an error that was not my fault, I tried to defend myself but he got angrier. After a while I decide to quickly email my Sir for some guidance and direction.

Sir, I cannot concentrate at work today. Mr Royce yelled at me for something that the new girl has done incorrectly. Now I am making mistakes and am flustered. I need direction so that I can focus and calm myself. Please Sir, what should I do?

I was deeply soothed when a few minutes later Sir’s email reply popped into my inbox.

My sweet girl, stop for a moment close your eyes and imagine my voice. Count to ten then read on. I am going to give you instructions for when you get home. You will shower; dress only in your white cup-less corset, the one that laces at the front. Tie your lovely long hair up into a loose bun on the top of your head. Then you will place your mat 3 feet from the door, kneel with your knees spread wide and hands palm up on your thighs. Your eyes will be lowered watching the front door mat for my arrival. You will wait in this posture until I come home, no bathroom break, no shifting of posture, just the picture of grace. I will know if you have disobeyed my instructions. When you see my shoes enter the house you will remain waiting, eyes lowered until I instruct you further. Sweet girl I will firstly ask if you mastered your distraction at work and how well you did will affect my decision about your punishment. Yes, my lovely you will be punished. Now sweet girl focus yourself and finish your day with the grace, strength and beauty I know you possess.

Feeling better already, I replied;

Thank you Sir, I will do better. I will aim please you with my posture and progress when you arrive home.

The rest of the day was effortless as I imagined Sir was in the office watching my every move. I arrived home smiling and calm feeling pleased with my progress. I sang in the shower and laced up my corset delighted with how my breasts looked exposed above the top of the fabric. I fixed my hair, tidied the bathroom and went to present myself as Sir had described.

At first I was aware of the movement of the daylight, the sounds drifting in from the neighbourhood, the slight discomfort in my body, an itch on my back but soon I was deeply calm and then, before I knew it, I heard his key in the door and his shoes stepped onto the mat in front of my eyes. I almost sighed out loud in pleasure but I simply released my breath instead. He closed the door and placed his briefcase down. I could hear him unbuttoning his coat. Normally I would assist but he was watching me instead. I heard the coat being hung up on the coat rack and he stepped closer then walked around me.
“Very good sweet girl, your posture pleases me deeply. Now, tell me did you master yourself at work?” He returned to the door mat and stopped so that I was addressing his feet.
“Sir, I regained my focus and conducted myself with poise and grace through the rest of the day. I corrected the other girls mistakes and presented the document to Mr Royce with a smile, he apologized to me for being unfair and I gracefully accepted his apology. My day ended highly productively. Thank you Sir for your guidance.”
“Raise your eyes to mine my treasure,” I complied immediately. “Good girl, I am proud of you for asking for help and for taking my instruction. You are a very good girl and have made me proud by catching yourself behaving immaturely and asking for help when you could not move on.” He loosened his tie, this always quickened my breath. He lowered himself to a crouch,
“Come here and kiss me my beautiful girl.” Keeping my eyes on his and allowing my desire to show in them I crawled forward to him, he undid his tie as I approached on my hands and knees and I knew he was going to bind me with it, tingles of excitement ran through me.
“Stop there my girl, lick your lips for me, mmm now give me my welcome home kiss.” I leaned up to him and kissed him fervently he growled and sucked at my tongue and lips. One hand teased my already taut nipples bringing a deep moan from within me. We kissed for a few moments more before he gently pulled away.
“Now, my delight we need to eat. Stand up, turn to the kitchen and stand legs shoulder width apart.” I complied immediately and was graced with a firm hand spanking my naked ass cheek. It was a light and playful swat, I was careful not to make a sound.
“Oh my sexy girl.” He picked up my mat and walked directly into the open plan kitchen a few feet away. He put the mat on the floor where I could kneel and be part of the meal preparation but not in his way.
“Come to me sweet girl I have a mind to have you on your knees while I cook for us.” I walked as elegantly as I could toward him stopping in front of him spreading my feet shoulder width apart again.
“Hands behind your back.” Once I had done so he bound my wrists firmly with his tie.
“Now on your mat, knees spread as wide as you can and a nice straight back.” I carefully placed myself, it was much harder to do with my wrists bound but I managed without faltering.
“Oh my gorgeous girl I was going to cook straight away but I find the sight of you so obedient, so graceful too enticing,” he moved to stand in front of me pushing his hard cock against my lips.
“I think a little appetizer might be in order.” He rubbed his hardness against my mouth until I moaned
“ah, sweet girl, what is it you want?” I was wet already from the kneeling and his passionate kiss now I was aching, my nipples longing to be touched
“please Sir, I want to worship your cock.” He moved away slightly, to unbuckle his belt and drop his work slacks to the ground, he wasn’t wearing any briefs. I moaned loudly at the sight of his sexy rock hard cock, I licked my lips in anticipation. He teased my lips with his head before pushing deeply inside my mouth, he slowly slid in and out creating tantalizing shivers through my body. He pushed as deeply as he could supporting my head with his hands telling me what a good girl I was the whole time. My nipples were aching my pussy dripping wet. He increased his speed but continued using long strokes. I tasted a little precum which made me moan deeper. He pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his precum on my lips,
“Do you like that my dirty sexy girl?”
“Yes Sir, I like that very much.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes Sir, I want more of your cock and your seed.” He slid back in to my hot and willing mouth, as deep as I could take him then he started thrusting in short, sharp pulses taking himself to the edge before pausing again. He moaned as he slid slowly out then plunged back in. I could feel his excitement building, which made me start to suck harder, his cock was so silky and hard, so tantalizing. He pulled out and came on my open lips then my breasts squeezing every drop onto my skin. Then he rubbed my lips with his fingers pushing his seed into my mouth then using both hands he rubbed and massaged his cum into my breasts. I licked him clean then he dressed himself again. “Stay right there my beautiful slut.”

When he returned he had nipple clamps in his hand. “While I prepare dinner you are to wear my seed and these,” he jingled the clamps “I want you think about what I should spank you with, what punishment would suit your behaviour today. He teased my nipples so they stood more erect before attaching each clamp and tightening them until I squirmed. He connected the chain between them and pulled on it causing me to moan. He put some music on, poured a glass of Argentinean red wine and began cooking us rib eye steak with mushroom sauce, minted baby potatoes and a fresh salad. We talked and laughed he gave me sips of wine, tugged on my nipple chain asked me to taste the sauce and offer opinion. He served one large plate and asked me to stand, elegantly and move to the table. He brought me my mat and placed next to his chair I knelt at his command and he proceeded to feed us both. I adore being fed by him. I love to cook for him and serve him but when he cooks and feeds me I feel like his prized treasure, a submissive queen that he helps shape to be more regal. Once we have eaten he unbound my hands rubbing them to ensure the blood flow has returned then sits back to observe me taking care of the cleaning up. “Well, have you decided my little one? What should I punish you with?” I flush with heat at thought of punishment.
“Well Sir, I think one of the canes would be suitable.” His eyebrows rose,
“How so?”
“The sharp sting will remind me to breathe when I feel ashamed of my behaviour and calmly figure out what best to do.”
“You know, sweet girl, I really am very proud of you for asking for help. There was a time that you would not have and you would have come home angry with yourself and be defiant with me seeking punishment. It would only come out after your punishment what had caused such defiant behaviour. Today you came to me immediately and had a good outcome. Pour me some more wine.” I did so, “turn, spread your legs shoulder width, bend at the waist and reach forward arms at shoulder height. Mmm, look at that silky wetness.” His fingers ran over my slick labia and rubbed my clit until it was a tight little nub. He slid one finger deep inside me twisting it a little and caressing my sweet spot. He pressed this now wet finger against my tight ass sliding it in a little before twisting and pulling out. Oh his gentle teasing had me quivering for more. He started to circle his palms on my ass cheeks warming me up for my punishment. He slapped me hard several times then I heard him stand and move his chair so he could better access me. He stood beside my legs and delivered several hard blows over both cheeks rapidly. Oh he was making me so wet. He gave me more, even firmer blows until I cried out. Then he picked up his wine, asked me to straighten took hold of my nipple chain and led me to our bedroom.

continued here…

 

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An Artist and His muse; Introductions

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805) "Philosophy Unveiling Truth"

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805)
“Philosophy Unveiling Truth”

Continued from Morning Yearning

 A glorious week had passed. Each day offering more delights to my palette of experiences. Long days and nights of sensuous lovemaking and rampant fucking, his daily delight in washing me, feeding me and binding me in creative postures whilst he drew me. Sometimes we would be in silence for hours while I posed or we would talk through all manner of topics. I was becoming accustomed to being left bound when he went out for supplies and he had taken me out to a café for lunch whilst I had a butt plug inserted within my no-longer taboo ass. He sat next to me that he could penetrate me with his fingers and tease my clitoris edging me all through the meal until my panties were soaked and he knew I could no longer hold off. On the way home he pulled me into an alley and fucked me roughly against the wall his hand over my mouth to silence my orgasmic pleasure. He had assured me that we would sight see but not yet. He was still in the process of claiming me and once I truly submitted then we would genuinely venture out into the streets of Paris.

I knew you had something particular planned for today your bright blue eyes gleamed wickedly. As you washed me you were humming, I tried to place the song but was struggling. I thought it was Strauss but I often muddled composers names I dared not to guess incorrectly knowing that you were intent on real punishment from now on. You had informed me last night showing me the potential instruments you would use, a leather riding crop, a bamboo cane, a wooden paddle and you pointed to your belt. I could see your obvious excitement but these items terrified me. You soothed my worry letting me know that you will take good care of me and never push beyond what I could handle. You remind me this was part of our agreement and that I was free to leave at anytime. If you were to truly own me I needed to surrender and I was becoming accustomed to your hand on my cheeks. I had reddened in remembrance and ached at the thought of my reaction to his spanking me I would drip with desire and beg for more. The sight of his mark on me in the many mirrors in the studio was a reminder of how deeply being with this man was affecting me. I instinctively knew that any other form of punishment would stir the same response.

After our ablutions he had me stand with spread legs and fingers laced behind my back as he tantalizingly massaged coconut oil into my porcelain skin. This sent me into a trance there was only my body and his hands on me firmly, expertly caring for the organ of my skin. He took my hand when he had finished and placed it on his hardness “See what you do to me my sexy muse.” I moaned as I felt how hot and erect his velvet smooth cock was. I let him see in my eyes my desire to taste him. Amused he smiled like a man with a secret “I have other plans for us today, to the bed my dirty girl.” I tear myself from his gaze and walk to the bed. “Lay face up in the middle of the bed.” I do as he asks, then his eyes on mine he begins to bind me first my ankles then my wrists. Kissing me fiercely and giving me a reassuring smile he places a blindfold firmly over my eyes. “You are going to need to trust me implicitly today my muse. There is something special I want you to experience. I believe it will give you great pleasure but it is ok to be scared. This is something I have wanted for a long time but in you the desire has grown so strong I have made it a reality. This will be a gift for both of us.” There was a knock at the door, “Right on time.” He said and I could see his smile in my mind.

My heart was pounding. Who was here? What had he planned? Perhaps they were delivering something… I knew deep down that this was not the case. I heard him unlock and open the door greeting someone in French her voice in reply. A woman? They greeted casually as if she were coming for coffee. I relaxed a little. Perhaps she was here to draw me too. There was something about their tone that assured me they were friends rather than lovers I was somehow certain of it. Humiliation raged through me as I heard the door close and lock again and the clicking of her heels as she entered the room. My French is poor so I was unsure what they are saying to each other. I heard a bag being put down and other indistinct rustling sounds. I am painfully aware of my open naked sex my exposed breasts, my bindings giving me no option but to be laid bare to the eyes of this stranger. I bit my lip as panic rose within me. They were approaching the bed now. “My sweet muse, this is Amelia she has come to assist me today.” I knew I was blushing crimson but that he expected me to reply. Hot tears came to my eyes “Bonjour Amelia.” I stuttered. Amelia replied to me “Un plaisir de vous rencontrer, la muse.” Then she directed her voice back to my Sir “Elle est magnifique. Merci de m’inviter pour la partager.” I was trying to understand but the shame of the moment over road my ability to translate. All I caught was that she thought I was magnificent. “Amelia, “ his voice centered me. “Shall we speak in English? She does not know my intentions here today.” Amelia laughed, “You are too cruel!” Her voice was lovely I imagined she had dark hair and golden brown eyes. “Shall I tell her Monsieur? Or may I simply touch her and you can explain.” These last words had me squirming, “My beautiful muse, Amelia is here to open your body to another woman. I deeply desire to see you pleasured by her and for you to taste her body that you might know the pleasure I gain from yours. I have no intention of touching Amelia; she is not interested in men. We are good friends and she has agreed to make my fantasy a reality. She will permit me to join in but she and I will be focusing on you.” He wanted me to be pleasured by another woman? My brain was overwhelmed; I did not want this stranger to be touching me. “Amelia, please begin.” I heard the unmistakable sound of her shoes being removed and the rustle of clothing then the bed shifted a little as she climbed up next to me. I was trying to calm my mind my breathing was erratic. “It’s ok little one,” Amelia crooned to me. “I know you don’t want me to touch you, that you haven’t asked for this but I will please you. I love to make women feel pleasure. Despite your fear, despite the thought that it is wrong, you will be pleasured and your man demands it. He wants to watch you enjoy what I do to you and what I will ask of you.” Despite myself I felt the familiar twinge of desire form deep within me.

“Mmmm, you are very beautiful.” Her fingers lightly touched my cheek and trailed down to run over my full lips. In an intimate gesture she pulled my lower lip down a little slightly parting my lips. Then she ran her finger down my chin and neck to circle between my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately. “See your body wants me to touch it.” Now she circled around the base of my breast spiraling up to my nipple she continued in tiny circles sending sparks of arousal through my body. Now she repeated the same treatment to my other breast and nipple. I imagined my Sir watching this and the pleasure he said it would give him to see me with her and I started to let my fear ebb away. She wasn’t going to hurt me. Now her mouth bent to my other breast licking firmly before sucking. I moaned. She sucked harder continuing to rub the other breast with her fingers. Her hair cascaded across my body silken against my skin. “You see, your nipples talk to your clitoris, you are swollen and aching aren’t you? If I slid my finger inside you I would find you slick.” I moaned again it was so strange to have a woman touching me. “Answer me girl.” Although I blushed deeply her voice held the same commanding tone as my Sir and I felt compelled to answer her “Yes Madame I am swollen and aching, I am wet.” She sucked my breast more deeply and massaged the other squeezing the nipple taut before pinching it hard between her forefinger and thumb it was exquisite agony. “Good girl, your Monsieur is watching you closely I can see how hard he is getting seeing a woman bringing you pleasure. Maybe if you are good girl he will give you his hard cock.” She continued to tease both of my nipples with her fingers then her lips were on my mouth and her hot tongue pushing between my lips gently probing seeking entry. I gasped her lips were soft and inviting I opened my mouth to her and let her taste me. My tongue came to life responding to her prompts my feet pulling against the restraints.

She moved to straddle me now I could feel the top of her stockings where the garter would meet them against my thighs. I suddenly wanted to see her and wondered if I would be permitted. Her pelvis was hovering just above me as she leaned forward to kiss me some more. Her kisses trailed from my mouth down my body over my breasts and stomach. “Monsieur, if you would like to join us I am going to feast on your muse and edge her until she is writhing and begging. You may want to observe more closely?” I heard his movements as she resumed her kissing and teasing me with her tongue. She ran her tongue down my inner thigh I wanted her to taste me she had me so wet and I wondered what her soft mouth and slender fingers would feel like. “Your muse smells so very sweet Monsieur, I think she likes my mouth on her. I think she wants me to taste her velvet depths.” I nearly spoke, I nearly called out “no” but I knew it wasn’t truthful. I wanted to know what it would be like to cum with a woman’s mouth on me. Her breath on me, so close to my sex, was tantalizing I arched toward her a little and she chuckled slightly before her tongue brushed my clitoris and I moaned loudly. She started lightly pushing her tongue inside me her pleasure moan vibrating against my skin. Then his mouth was on my breast I thought I would cum on the spot but I didn’t have permission from either of them. I pulled on my restraints to help give me the strength to hold on. She slid her fingers inside me “Oh so very wet for me naughty girl.” He slapped my breasts as she fingered me and licked my clit. He was pinching my nipples as she started sucking firmly, I cried out. She paused fingers almost stopped, just ever so slightly moving then the flicker of her tongue lightly teasing my nub, Sir holding my nipples like a clamp then as she started her rhythm again he rubbed my nipples and breasts mercilessly. I could feel his hard cock against me and wanted it in my mouth to contain the moans that were gushing from my mouth. He rubbed his pre-cum on my breasts and repeatedly slapped my nipple with his head. “Oh Sir.” I cried and pushed into her fingers wanting her deeper inside of me. “That’s it my dirty girl, let Amelia drive you wild. It turns me on so much to see her pleasure you knowing it will be my cock that fucks you.” His permission drove me wild. I pushed against Amelia’s tongue and fingers and started to beg her. “Please Amelia, make me cum. I want to cum on your mouth.” She slapped my clitoris hard I cried out it was too good. I couldn’t hold on. Then she removed herself “no, no, please, please.” I pleaded. Amelia chuckled, “Not until you have tasted my juices little muse.” Fear hit me again but my desire was inflamed.

Before I knew what was going on she was sitting above my mouth facing my Sir. I could smell her musty womanliness so like my own. My Sir was still touching my breasts lightly his cock pressing hard against me. Amelia was releasing one of my hands from the restraints but placed her foot on my wrist so I could not yet move it. “Now, little muse, I want you to think of what your Sir does to you, how his mouth explores you. You are going to make me cum thinking about your Sir making you weak at the knees and begging for more. When you want to feel my depths with your fingers you will beg to have your hand released. Is that understood?” Her pussy was so close to my mouth and I found I wanted to taste her to make her feel what he does to me. “Yes Madame, Yes I understand.” Then she pushed her clit to my mouth and I reached gently for it with my tongue. I thought of all the times he had licked me and I took my time I tasted deeply of her wet depths and moaned with the sensation and the knowing that she was responding to me. I opened my mouth wide and pushed as far into her as I could then I begged for my hand to be freed. Once it was I placed my index finger against her ass and allowed my middle finger to enter her. She moaned and pushed against my fingers both now penetrated her she was riding them blissfully. I gave her my tongue and she gasped I imagined she was touching her own breasts. My Sir had moved and I felt his hard cock pushing against my clitoris as he rubbed himself against me. I suckled at her nub and felt the orgasm rising within me. My Sir’s cock and the heady taste of this woman’s juices driving my wild. I could hear her voice changing her orgasm was coming. I increased my fingers speed and depth and was rewarded with her unmistakable cry of ecstasy peaking. Her vulva pulsed around my slender finger her ass clamped me and hot juices gushed over my face. This frightened me and I turned my head “My beautiful muse taste her know what it is like when you gush your hot orgasm all over me, drink my beauty.” His voice directed me and I responded swallowing the hotness of her, I felt her peaking again so I licked her hard until again she was gasping. My Sir plunged his hot hardness deep into me then rode me a little growling like some kind of beast. Amelia was sucking my breasts hard.

“Turn her.” He simply said releasing one of my feet. Amelia released my other arm and they flipped me over. He pulled me roughly up onto my knees “get your hands under you” he said voice his rough with emotion. I felt Amelia slide under me then suddenly her tongue was on my clitoris and Sir plunged into me again. He rode me hard for a moment claiming me as his own then he slowed, Amelia’s hands found my breasts and I was falling into an abyss of pure orgasmic pleasure, “Sir, I am so close may I please cum?” He thrust into me hard and fingered my ass “My beautiful whore you will cum now and not stop until we are spent.” He thrust his fingers deeply into me as he rode me Amelia sucked my clitoris hard while pinching my nipples and I lost myself to the orgasm it peaked and troughed as they un-relentlessly drove me. Amelia’s hands left me and I could hear he touching herself beneath me. I dropped my head to her finding her fingers and her wetness and thrust my fingers deep inside her pounding her as Sir pounded me. Her moans vibrated achingly against my clit I soared again as she did and then my Sir thrust with a final guttural cry. We all continued to shudder Amelia and I entwined, my Sir deep inside me.

Amelia moved first. She disengaged herself and I felt her move from the bed then heard her dressing. She spoke, neither of us moved. “Thank you both for this delightful gift you have shared with me today. I will never forget it.” I heard her heels clicking across the floor. My Sir lay down beside me and removed my blindfold. I caught a glimpse of her long dark hair as she disappeared through the door. Sir gazed at me eyes filled with love. “Thank you beloved muse. I have imagined that experience for a long time, a dominant woman forcing my muse to pleasure for my pleasure. That was delightful.” He kissed me and I him but I was silently absorbing the enormity of the experience. He held me for a long time then drew me, as I lay there still lost in the sensations and the submission. Somehow I felt even more submissive to him, more owned, more His by allowing someone else to manipulate me for his pleasure. Something turned inside me a key opening a part of me that had long been locked away, my submissive nature was emerging under his tutelage and as I gazed at my Sir I felt a sudden urge to call him Master.

Words by errant satiety image Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805)

The Artist and His muse; Morning Yearning

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805) Venus and Mars, An Allegory of Peace.

Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805) Venus and Mars, An Allegory of Peace.

An Artist and His muse continued from Evening Meal

I woke to his eyes upon me observing me sleeping. I smiled; the sensation of waking with his blue eyes gazing intently at me was disconcerting but delightful. He kissed me lightly on each eyelid and bid me good morning. Then he rose to prepare a simple breakfast. He ordered that I rise and put on his shirt again leaving it unbuttoned that he could feast on my body. My hand self-consciously went to my hair thinking I must look a fright. “Leave it, I like you looking disheveled for now. The time for grooming is after our breakfast.” He sat me down across from him his eyes drinking me in while we ate our hot buttery croissants and drank thick dark coffee. Our appetites satiated, it was time to shower and groom.

In the bathroom he removed the shirt from me and started the shower running above the bath. While it warmed he brushed my hair. “You will stand beneath and facing the water stream feet should width apart hips pushed back breasts pushed forward with your arms above your head.” I climbed into the bath and moved towards the flowing water it was the perfect temperature. I spread my legs pushed my hips back and raised my arms above my head. He climbed in behind me and pressed his body against mine. “Push your breasts forward a little more,” I obliged him “That’s it, doesn’t that feel sexy? Your breasts extended to receive the caress of the water your labia open and exposed?” His breath was at my ear as he softly said this to me. “Yes Sir.” I breathed back feeling exactly as he described my nipples had hardened and wetness was growing in my softly pulsing sex.

He moved slightly away then he was back and was rubbing soap onto my breasts from behind me. He massaged the whole breast and pulled my nipples as he did so.  I could hardly bare to stand still while he cleaned me and aroused me this way. His artists hands danced across my body, under the curve of my armpit up my arms then back to my taut nipples and breasts. I moaned and pushed my buttocks into him. “Oh I know my little slut you want me to let you cum but not yet my sweet muse. I like it when you are ravenous for me.” I whimpered and he chuckled quietly continuing his teasing while he washed me. He had worked down to my stomach and now reached between my legs spreading my labia and stroking me, “Ah such a very wet little slut. Good girl.” He soaped and massaged me then very thoroughly removed all traces of soap. Then he moved away slightly and began working on my buttocks and exposed anus. This made me nervous but I stayed still and kept my hands above my head. Once he was finished with me he ordered me out and to dry myself while he cleaned himself. I was mesmerized by his hands on his own body I wanted my hands on him. I watched as he soaped and cleaned his member my body wanted him. I wanted that gorgeous cock to be within me. I felt the pulse of need heighten within me.

He turned the water off and stepped out to join me. I handed him a towel. He could see the naked want in my eyes. “Yes you are even more beautiful when you are wet and aching for me. He dried himself and again I watched him. “Now,” he said as he reached for a black silken robe and put it around him, “we are going to try this again. Walk to the bed climb up on it, place yourself on all fours and wait for me.” My blue eyes smoldered sultrily into his. He smiled at me and inclined his head slightly towards the bed. I turned and walked slowly thinking of all that he might do to me what height he would take me to before making me wait and how long would I ride the edge of want. He enjoyed my orgasms but he was in charge of them. I could feel my wetness starting to drip from my swollen sex the anticipation was deeply arousing.

I climbed up onto the bed remaining close to the edge so that he could easily access me I turned my head back slightly to be rewarded with the sight of intense desire in his eyes as eh approached me. Again he oiled my buttocks particularly carefully where he had left his mark on me yesterday. Now though he reached under me and stroked my eager breasts oiling my nipples with what was left on his hands. I moaned deeply as my clit swelled from his manipulations on my breasts. He pushed me forward now face down to the bed and ass high in the air. “So gorgeous,” he breathed then his hot wet tongue was on my swollen clit and painfully slowly he gently traced the length of me right to my budded rose I tensed momentarily then his tongue was removed only to be applied again to my clit and again slowly traced the length of me. Several times he repeated this then he paused longer at my private entrance and pushed his tongue harder into me. I tensed and spoke “Please Sir, you remember,” he cut me off. “Do I have to restrain you? Or gag your pretty mouth?” I shook my head ‘no’. “Good, I well remember you have not experienced ass play my sweet pearl and I intend to introduce you. Another word out of you without permission and I shall restrain you and chastise you, only not with my hands this time.”

I try to relax as his tongue returns to push into me harder and I feel him reach the point of my sphincter muscle he swirls his tongue now and I find pleasure growing. He darts his tongue back and forth and my sex aches deeply. Then a finger is pressing against my tight ass and he is pressing it softly in and out, not breaking past the sphincter just teasing. I want to gasp it feels good and I want more. My ass pushes back into him creating deeper penetration. “See my little whore you want it.” I moan in response not caring anymore about the taboo, he is bringing me such teasing pleasure. He starts to twist his finger as he pushes past the tight sphincter muscle and slides ever so gently inside, I moan deeply. Slowly and gently he slides his finger in and out. Then he is drizzling more oil between my cheeks lubricating his finger and my ass. Oiled fingers press against my clit and I wantonly rub against these and push into the finger probing me.

“Slowly girl, feel it build, I will let you rub against me but only to the rhythm I am setting.” I slow my thoughts and relax into the feelings coursing through me. Oh God it feels so good! His touch becomes incrementally harder, the finger probing slightly deeper as it rubs back and forth inside my ass, fingers pressing harder on my clit pushing the hood open exposing my nub of bliss. The tension is building then his finger is deeper and igniting something I have never felt before I cry out. “That is the g-spot in your ass my little slut. It feels good doesn’t it?” I realise he is asking me a question I feel I am going to cum at any moment but I try to answer him, “Yes Sir, so very good, Oh God.” He chuckled deeply, “Not God, Sir.” I want to beg ‘just a little harder Sir, a little deeper’ but his threat of punishment rang in my ears. He continues his slow playing of the instrument that is my body driving the wave higher and higher and just as I start to peak he removes his fingers from me completely. “Now stay just like that, pushing your glorious ass and cunt up to be worshiped, dripping and begging to be fucked. I am going to sketch and you are going to wait quietly until I am done.” I want to cry but know that is petulant and ridiculous “Yes Sir” I say pushing my ass higher.

I hold the sensation of want within me like a thought I do not want to lose. I clench my vaginal walls, pelvic floor muscles and my clitoris and keep raising my ass begging him silently to return and finish the symphony he began. I hear the pencil caressing the page of his sketchbook and remember the push of his finger inside my tight ass. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I force myself not to rock, just keep offering him my prize ‘please Sir please fuck your whore’ I think to myself. I want him to penetrate my ass again such a different sensation one I had always been too scared to try. In the bath he had started to introduce the idea but panic had struck me on the bed until he commanded I stop. I found myself moaning into the bed and arching my back pushing my ass as high as I could. I hadn’t heard him move but he had returned, his tongue caressed my clit then my ass. He probed my ass again deeply with his tongue. More oil drizzled down my cheeks then his finger was at my entrance pressing firmly but not yet entering “Tell me my good girl, my little whore, do you want me to fuck your ass with my finger?” “Please Sir, please fuck my ass with your finger.” He pushed deep inside and I cried out with pleasure. He began twisting his finger and plunging it in and out “Does that feel good my muse?” He asked sexily “Yes Sir, it feels unbelievably good.” His fingers returned to my clit now rubbing intensely. My labia lips were so swollen and my cunt ached for penetration. I was moaning uncontrollably he was driving me wild. Suddenly there was a greater pressure and a second finger pushed into my ass I felt the discomfort of stretching then pure pleasure as he moved these two fingers independently one stroking my internal g-spot the other providing the pleasure of friction on my sphincter in and out. He pushed harder against my clit and drove me towards orgasm, “please Sir may I cum for you?” “What feels so good my slut? What is making you cum?” “Oh Sir your fingers in my ass, your fingers rubbing my clit.” “In a moment you may cum for me then I am going to fuck your hot aching cunt and you are going to cum again are you ready to cum sweet girl?” “Yes Sir yes please Sir” I begged and he increased the pressure and rhythm and I screamed with the release crying out his name.

Just as the pleasure began to recede he had his hard cock pushing into my labia lips.  “Do you want me to penetrate you?” He asked, “Show me how much you want it little whore.” I pushed myself back at him driving his cock deep inside me he grunted and began thrusting intently his fingers still in my ass and on my clit. The length of him inside me brought on another orgasm immediately. As this subsided he pulled me with him off the bed to sit on a chair he must have placed close by for this purpose. His fingers were no longer on me but his length reached right up to my cervix his hands came to my still oiled breasts and rubbed them intently “ride me whore, fuck me until you are screaming in ecstasy.” I pushed down hard against him and finding purchase for my feet on the sides of the chair I rode him forcefully. His fingers pinched my nipples fiercely and I was cumming again and again crying out with total abandon. Then he threw me forward onto the bed and thrust hard into me working towards his own climax, he slapped my ass hard repeatedly and pulled me viciously back onto him as though he could not get deep enough inside me. I felt like a doll in his hands as he firmly directed where he wanted me and pulled me back and forward on his cock. Another orgasm started deep within my vaginal walls as I moaned at this new pleasure he fucked me relentlessly until finally he came.

He shunted us further up onto the bed remaining inside me and holding me from behind. Our breathing calmed then he softly brushed the hair from my face and asked me if I was ok, had he hurt me? I struggled to find a response to this question. Introducing me to something new so gently, giving me permission to let my inner slut out and enjoy our ravishing sexuality? Yes I was ok and no he had most definitely not hurt me. “Sir you are giving me the greatest gift, freedom to be a sexual being, to enjoy what might be seen as taboo. I love it and I want more, for as long as we are able.” He turned me slipping from inside me only to replace this loss with passionate kisses and his loving embrace.

Words by errant satiety image Louis Lagrenée (1725-1805) Venus and Mars, An Allegory of Peace.