Bottoming Scene #1
I check the list one more time. I have everything with me I’m supposed to have but I can’t help reviewing the list anyway. Toys, food, gloves, lube. I check my hair and my dress again. I know I look good in my lace dress, and I can feel the cool breeze on my cunt as I’ve left off the underwear in favor of my red garter belt and stockings. It does nothing to cool me off, though. My cunt is hot and moist, and there’s a knot in my stomach driving waves of excitement and fear. I know I want this, but I’m still afraid.
I walk up to the house, smelling the sweet star jasmine along the path. I love that smell. I remember how it used to waft in through my open windows when I first started playing. I generally have strong smell associations, so this one makes my excitement even more intense, if that’s possible. Star jasmine, vanilla, musk oil; they’re all aphrodisiacs for me.
I knock and you open the door quickly. I panic for a minute, wondering if I’m late, but you smile and I know I’m not. You’re dressed in a shirt and tie, black jeans, boots. The leather band on your left wrist is the only adornment I can see, and I want nothing more than to get on my knees and kiss it. Later, perhaps. Now you just step back and motion me in. You put your hand possessively on the small of my back and maneuver me into the room. You briefly show me around, including where to put the food, and then show me into your back room.
You’ve prepared. The light is low but not too low, and there is a bed stacked with towels, a low padded bench, and some cloth draped over what seems to be bolts in the wall. There’s music playing, just loud enough for me to feel the beat but not so loud I can’t hear you talk. I love the candles you’ve lit, and the hint of incense probably burned a while before I arrived.
At your direction I lay out what I’ve brought, and stand aside, expectant, eager. You nod your approval as you finger the toys, chuckle at the Hitachi that we all seem to have, and make a noise I can’t decide is surprise or pleasure when you see the dildo I’ve brought. You finally turn to me and touch me, running your hands over my body. I close my eyes and just feel you, your touch on my neck, my ass, my belly, my lips. I slowly become yours as you caress me.
By the time you take a firm grip on my hair I’m so ready for you that I can’t help but moan my pleasure. You continue the pressure until I know what you want, and go down on my knees for you. You don’t let up so I continue downward, ending up with my face pressed against the smooth leather of your right boot. Only then do you loosen your grip and it’s clear what you want. I start salivating at the thought of my mouth on your leather. I kiss all along the edge of your boots, working my way around the back to the heels, on the toes, and up your ankles as high as I can. I ask if I may touch your boots and you say yes, so I stroke them and caress them as I kiss and lick, lost in this service to you. You pull your foot back and present the other, and I repeat the process, listening to your breath quicken and so pleased I can give you this. Finally you step back and I stifle a cry of disappointment, knowing it would be inappropriate. I stay down on the floor, awaiting your command.
You pull me up by my hair and look me in the eye, then run a finger around my lips, still wet from servicing your boots. You run both hands along my chest, then along the curve of my breasts. I feel the warmth of your hands just a moment before I feel you pinch my nipples. I gasp because it hurts, but then breathe into it and hum with the pleasure of it. You continue to stroke and pinch my breasts through my dress, occasionally flicking with your finger or slapping, and my breasts become full and tender. I can’t help but moan as you massage my left nipple, the sensitive one. I can’t remember if I’ve told you about how sensitive it is, but I must have because you’re not stopping, you keep rubbing and pinching. I feel more dampness seeping from my cunt, feel it contract with the direct connection it seems to have to my nipple. I look you in the eye and you’re smiling, and I suddenly know that I have told you and you’re checking it out, wondering if it’s true what I said about being able to come just from that. The realization makes me almost lose control. But instead I gasp and ask you please to let me come. You tell me not yet and it’s so hard not to but I will do just about anything to follow your orders so I breathe and stop myself. But then it gets more difficult so I start to beg and plead with you and finally you say yes and I cry out and try not to fall down because the orgasm is so intense. You put your free arm around me and hold me up, whispering your pleasure in my ear, where you wonder out loud if I will come that pretty when you fuck me later. Just the mention of the possibility makes me shiver and makes me come just a little harder.
You wait until I catch my breath, step away, and order me to take off the dress. I’m left in just a lace bra, garter belt, and stockings. You look me over and nod appreciatively. I smile because I love to be a good girl, and it looks like I’ve pleased you. You run your hands over bare skin now, feeling along the edge of the lace stockings making happy noises. You unhook and remove my bra and toss it aside, touching my breasts again. You feel my ass, and give it a playful slap. It makes me yelp but warms me even more. You turn me around and feel my ass some more, then bend me over the bench. You order me to spread my legs, and I feel my juices flowing on my thigh. You slap my ass again. This time no yelps but plenty of warmth. You alternate slapping and paddling until my ass is burning. Pushing me further over, you slip on a glove and continue hitting me, only this time you’re hitting my cunt. Not hard, but hard enough that I feel it all over and I get your hand wet. You comment on the wetness, teasing me about my greedy cunt and about how dirty it is that smacking my cunt makes me wet. I moan because it’s true, that I’m a greedy perverted slut, but I can’t stop myself because it all feels so good. As if it wasn’t hot enough already you take your other gloved hand and wipe it across my clit and I as the burning starts to build the smell of the tiger balm hits me and I moan louder because it feels so good and bad at the same time. You hit me again and the burning spreads and I start rocking my hips, unable to sit still.
Soon you let out a moan and I know it’s getting to you. You take off the gloves and lean over and whisper in my ear that you want to mark me. I’m a bit afraid, knowing we negotiated that I am not a masochist but wanting to wear your marks. I know it’s easiest to mark me with a cane but I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that. Lucky for me I feel the smoothness of a flogger drawn across my back and swing down to my ass and I get even more hungry. You swing the flogger and as it impacts I feel a jolt of electricity throughout my body but especially my cunt that’s already dripping and burning. You start a rhythm that drums though me and I rock into it and away from it and especially love what it’s doing to my head. You hit harder and I know the flogger is leaving marks and I love it. You let up a bit, then stop to take a breath. I hear you panting and can feel your pleasure. You drop the flogger and then I feel what I’ve been worried about, a cane on my ass, stroking me as if to calm me but having quite the opposite effect. You offer a few light strokes to get the feel of it and then lay a line across the middle of my ass.
I scream and lurch forward, trying to breathe through the pain. You run a cool hand over the welt you’ve just left and make appreciative noises, then step back and strike again. And after a moment, again. And again. You move me up and down and around on that bench, leaving lines in all sorts of patterns I can’t keep track of because my mind and my body are on a journey so high that I’ve almost forgotten about my cunt, except the trickles down my thighs keep reminding me of how much I love what you’re doing.
Suddenly you stop. I hear you drop the cane, and then I hear a zipper and rustling. You turn me around and move me aside. You lean back against the bench and I notice your jeans are open and your cock is out. It’s big and thick, and I want to get my mouth on it so badly. You order me to suck it and I’m in heaven. I drop to my knees and rub my face against it. I first stroke it with my hands, but then can’t wait and start to run my tongue along the sides and underneath. I circle my tongue on the head. You let out a moan and your hunger gets the best of you; you grab my head and impale me on your cock. I open wide and try to open my throat to take you all without gagging, and only partially succeed. My eyes start to water but you’re lost in your own lust and just use my mouth for your pleasure. Over and over I feel your cock slide into me and suck greedily, wanting to pleasure you. Although my cunt is burning with excitement nothing turns me on more than hearing your moans as you fuck my mouth. I also start moaning, feeling your passion and my own. You movements get faster, and harder and I know I’ll be bruised but I don’t care. Finally you cry and hold my mouth hard against you, the head of your cock against the back of my throat, gagging me. Then you release me and push me off, and pant, satisfied. I sit back and just wait, wiping my mouth and my eyes and breathing hard with you.
You slowly come back to earth, put your cock away, and order me to the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs. You look aver and me and laugh, teasing me about being desperate to get fucked. I blush because I can’t argue, I want you inside me so bad I can taste it, yet I know my pleasure is completely at your discretion. So instead I just start begging you to fuck me, to come. You put on fresh gloves and order me to hold my cunt open for your inspection. You slowly stroke me with one finger and my cunt throbs more, feeling the leftover burn. You flick a finger across my clit and I squeal with delight and more fear because it hurts. You suddenly look determined and slide a few fingers in. I moan and thank you, crying from how good it feels and how much I want it. I start begging again, begging for your hand, for you to fuck me, anything to get me over that edge. You fill your palm with lube and press in slowly with your whole hand all at once. I know I can take it but it feels so big and you’re going fast but I want it so I take a deep breath and will myself open and your hand slips in and I beg you to let me come and you say yes and I do.
I thank you over and over and you look me in the eye and start fucking me and order me to come again. Your power sends me over the edge and I cry out because my whole body explodes. You add lube and start pounding your fist into me, and I think it can’t get any better than that until you reach up and start pinching my nipples and my clit jumps and I say please can I come again and you say no so I start to cry because I can’t come without permission but it feels so good that I almost can’t stop. Then you order me to come again and I do. When one subsides you tell me to come again and although I didn’t think I could, the look of hunger in your eyes takes me there and I do.
Suddenly you pull your hand from me and order me to turn over and I feel you climb up on the bed and hear your zipper again and your cock is inside me, fucking me from behind as you pull my hair and slap my ass and tell me to take your cock. I thrust back into you and want to take all of you over and over again. I try to squeeze my cunt around your cock to make it better for you, to do whatever I can to make you fly. You ram into me hard and fast and yell with the pleasure of it as you come with three hard thrusts into me. You hold my hips to hold my ass against you and I feel your tremors peak and subside. You collapse on me and I lay there under you, feeling your heat and your breath on my neck and I thank you over and over again.