Straight Female / 40
Smack my pussy with your hand, and then, when the sting is still hot, flick my clit. Smack it again, harder, and I will raise my hips to meet your displeasure. Push my thighs as far apart as you can, and bind each ankle to the heavy wooden legs of the table that I am sitting on; practically straddling. Pinch my nipples inbetween your thumbs and middle fingers and pull them straight up as you slide your forefingers into my mouth so I can taste my own pussy. I lick them clean, eagerly showing you what my talented mouth can do.
Pinch my nipples harder as you pull me forward, so that I am bent over at the waist with my big tits dangling in front of me. Sit at the chair at the head of the table, like the master of the house, then suck and bite gently on my tits. I try to stay quiet, like you've instructed me, but I cant help small noises from bubbling into my throat. You scowl at me and I stop it, half swallowing the sound, looking at you with a mixture of apology and desire. You push me back, and stand up in front of me, glowering with distaste at the noise I let escape. "Shhh. You don't need to look so sad...you know the punishment for that. Open up.". I lick my lips and open my mouth. You walk slowly to the side of the table, standing just behind my shoulder where I can't see you. You reach around my hips and shove two fingers roughly into my open and vulnerable wet pussy and then just as quickly, pull them out and shove them into my mouth. In and out of my mouth and pussy and my mouth and my pussy and my my mouth and pussy and my mouth again until all I can taste is my cum and I'm dripping wet onto the table.
Suddenly, you stop and walk back to your spot at the head of the table. "Can you stay quiet now?" You ask. I nod. "Good little slut." You praise me and I shiver and smile at you. You smack my open wet pussy again, this time harder. I writhe with pleasure, but can hardly move my legs as I am spread so wide over the table. You put your hands on my thighs, with your wrists closer to my knees and your fingers close in on my pussy. You use your fingers to pull my pussy open and flick my clit, again and again, until I am sweating with the pain and pleasure you are sending into me through that smallest part of me.
Just before I can cum, you stop. I am breathing deeply as you turn to the sideboard and open a drawer. You pull out a slim, vibrator, but slide it inside of me without turning it on. You leave it there, resting in my slick c**t and push me onto my back on the table. You bring long leather cords out and stretch my arms over my head and time them each to the other legs of the table.
You walk slowly around the room, picking up various phallic objects and lining them up where I can see them, a candlestick, a serving spoon with a carved handle, a slim bud vase made of pewter and finally a small porcelin figurine of a naked woman in the classical style. You bring a shallow champagne glass to your lips and drink swiftly. The last few drops, you allow to drip onto my parted lips.
You bring all of the found objects back to the masters chair and line them up. You touch my pussy, gently, as if checking to make sure it is as wet as it looks. You slide the vibrator switch to on and leave it as you go into the next room to refill your champagne glass and bring the bottle closer.
When you return, I look at your bulge with longing, I want your cock so badly in my mouth, but know that if I ask for it, I won't get it. I lower my eyes as you return to your spot at the table, setting both the glass and bottle with the found items I hope you are going to fuck me with. You pull the vibrator out, and I open my mouth, wanting something, anything to suck on. You smack my pussy hard. Really hard. "No!" You reach up and cover my mouth. "You get nothing you want today, only what I want to give you." Without warning, the buzzing vibrator, dripping with my pussy juices, is shoved into my ass. I gasp, not having had that sensation in years. You leave the slim tool inside of me and grab the serving spoon...by the handle. You dip the spoon into my pussy 3 times, and stir the sweetness into your glass and then drink it in one swallow. You slide the end of the bottle inside of me and it pushes against the vibrator, making the noise louder. After a couple of thrusts, you take it out and lick all of the juices from the rim. You refill your glass, and turn your attention back to the items on the table. You choose the figurine first and push the time naked woman into my now soaking wet and eager to be fucked pussy. After a moment, you pull her out and slide the candlestick into me, pushing it as deep as it will go. I feel the spoon bowl on my thigh, and then more pressure, as the handle is slide into me, next to the candlestick and stretching my pussy to its limits while the vibrator hummed away in my ass. You sit back in your chair, looking at my stretched and dripping pussy, satisfied that I am primed and ready for your true test of my obedience.
Well, a woman can dream, can't she?
Pinch my nipples harder as you pull me forward, so that I am bent over at the waist with my big tits dangling in front of me. Sit at the chair at the head of the table, like the master of the house, then suck and bite gently on my tits. I try to stay quiet, like you've instructed me, but I cant help small noises from bubbling into my throat. You scowl at me and I stop it, half swallowing the sound, looking at you with a mixture of apology and desire. You push me back, and stand up in front of me, glowering with distaste at the noise I let escape. "Shhh. You don't need to look so sad...you know the punishment for that. Open up.". I lick my lips and open my mouth. You walk slowly to the side of the table, standing just behind my shoulder where I can't see you. You reach around my hips and shove two fingers roughly into my open and vulnerable wet pussy and then just as quickly, pull them out and shove them into my mouth. In and out of my mouth and pussy and my mouth and my pussy and my my mouth and pussy and my mouth again until all I can taste is my cum and I'm dripping wet onto the table.
Suddenly, you stop and walk back to your spot at the head of the table. "Can you stay quiet now?" You ask. I nod. "Good little slut." You praise me and I shiver and smile at you. You smack my open wet pussy again, this time harder. I writhe with pleasure, but can hardly move my legs as I am spread so wide over the table. You put your hands on my thighs, with your wrists closer to my knees and your fingers close in on my pussy. You use your fingers to pull my pussy open and flick my clit, again and again, until I am sweating with the pain and pleasure you are sending into me through that smallest part of me.
Just before I can cum, you stop. I am breathing deeply as you turn to the sideboard and open a drawer. You pull out a slim, vibrator, but slide it inside of me without turning it on. You leave it there, resting in my slick c**t and push me onto my back on the table. You bring long leather cords out and stretch my arms over my head and time them each to the other legs of the table.
You walk slowly around the room, picking up various phallic objects and lining them up where I can see them, a candlestick, a serving spoon with a carved handle, a slim bud vase made of pewter and finally a small porcelin figurine of a naked woman in the classical style. You bring a shallow champagne glass to your lips and drink swiftly. The last few drops, you allow to drip onto my parted lips.
You bring all of the found objects back to the masters chair and line them up. You touch my pussy, gently, as if checking to make sure it is as wet as it looks. You slide the vibrator switch to on and leave it as you go into the next room to refill your champagne glass and bring the bottle closer.
When you return, I look at your bulge with longing, I want your cock so badly in my mouth, but know that if I ask for it, I won't get it. I lower my eyes as you return to your spot at the table, setting both the glass and bottle with the found items I hope you are going to fuck me with. You pull the vibrator out, and I open my mouth, wanting something, anything to suck on. You smack my pussy hard. Really hard. "No!" You reach up and cover my mouth. "You get nothing you want today, only what I want to give you." Without warning, the buzzing vibrator, dripping with my pussy juices, is shoved into my ass. I gasp, not having had that sensation in years. You leave the slim tool inside of me and grab the serving spoon...by the handle. You dip the spoon into my pussy 3 times, and stir the sweetness into your glass and then drink it in one swallow. You slide the end of the bottle inside of me and it pushes against the vibrator, making the noise louder. After a couple of thrusts, you take it out and lick all of the juices from the rim. You refill your glass, and turn your attention back to the items on the table. You choose the figurine first and push the time naked woman into my now soaking wet and eager to be fucked pussy. After a moment, you pull her out and slide the candlestick into me, pushing it as deep as it will go. I feel the spoon bowl on my thigh, and then more pressure, as the handle is slide into me, next to the candlestick and stretching my pussy to its limits while the vibrator hummed away in my ass. You sit back in your chair, looking at my stretched and dripping pussy, satisfied that I am primed and ready for your true test of my obedience.
Well, a woman can dream, can't she?
