“I’m fat and I’m hungry which will make me even fatter.” She turns in my arms and kisses me, I can taste onion and garlic and a rich sauce. “I know, I know, beef stew, but I just can’t get enough of it. So that’s what we’re eating, again.”
“If that’s what you want then I’m happy to eat it.”
“I think Lucy’s sick of it though.”
I run my hands up and down her back as I pull Stella in for a deeper kiss. My lips touch hers and automatically she opens her mouth and accepts me, I nip on her bottom lip and she starts pushing me back until I feel the bench hit my ass.
“Lucy’s going tonight isn’t she?” Stella asks.
“Yep. Jo should be here soon to pick her up.”
I want her so badly. I want to cherish her and love her and worship her entire body.
“After dinner,” she mumbles against my mouth. “You’re my boy.”
Yes, Master.
The intercom to the gate chimes and we know that Joanna’s here to pick Lucy up.
“Lucy, mom’s here,” I say as I readjust my cock in my jeans.
“Okay, Dad. I’ll be right out.”
Moments later, the front door rings and I walk over to open it.
“Ryan,” Joanna says as she reaches up and kisses me on the cheek.
“Hi, Jo, how are you?” Stella waddles out from the kitchen. I’d never tell her that she waddles ‘cause I’d be strapped up on that St Andrews cross and whipped until I cried from pain.
“Wow, you’re glowing, Stella. You look so radiant,” Joanna says as she goes and kisses Stella on the cheek.
“Do you want a drink or would you like to stay for dinner?” Stella asks.
“No thanks, Jonathon’s made reservations for us at some flippy new restaurant in town. It’s our one year wedding anniversary today so he said he’s taking his girls out.”
I walk around to Stella and snake my arm around her expanding yet phenomenal waist.
“Hi, Mom.” Lucy walks out with her back pack on her shoulder.
“Hi, Sweetheart, did you have a good time here?”
“Yeah, dad told me he’s going to teach me how to drive when I get my permit.”
Joanna looks at me and I know I’m in trouble.
“Did you?” she says with raised eyebrows.
“I told her I’d give her lessons,” I answer honestly.
“Good because it saves me doing it. Anyway, got your stuff? Jonathon’s waiting for us.” She looks to Lucy.
“Yeah, bye Dad. Bye, Stella.” Lani walks over and kisses and hugs both Stella and myself.
When they leave I take Stella’s hand and we go back to the kitchen.
“Shit, my pregnancy brain forgot to ask. How did your exam go?” Stella says as she starts dishing out dinner.
“I think I went alright and I’m pretty sure I passed.”
“I’m proud of you. So one more year left and you’ll officially be able to start counselling.”
“I know, it’s unbelievable how quickly life can change. Actually, can you arrange a scene with Kara and Mason soon? I’ve not seen them for a while.”
Stella drops the spoon in the pot and turns swiftly on her heels to look at me.
“Fuck dinner,” she groans as she pounces toward me.
“What?” What the hell’s going on?
“Boy,” I drop to my knees and wait for my Master’s instructions.
“I’m suddenly not hungry for food, boy. Go to our room, strip off and be waiting outside the dungeon door.”
I take my owned body to our bedroom and do exactly as my Master’s commanded. When I approach the dungeon door I can hear my Master padding around inside. I don’t dare ask her if she needs help, she’d put my cock in a CBT device and I’m not keen on experiencing that again.
I wait for a few moments and the more I wait, the more I’m becoming aroused.
“Boy.” My Master stands to my side. “You may crawl inside to the rope bondage table,” she says.
I know what this means. My Master’s been using the art of Kinbaku rope work to secure me as she plays with my body. The first time she did it, I was fucking petrified and had a minor anxiety attack with the thought of Damien interrupting our play.
But I’ve not freaked out, and Damien’s never entered my mind again. Once he was killed in jail and I assumed buried, my demons were laid to rest with him.
“Up on the bed,” she says and I do as I’m told. The tying of the ropes takes a while, she has my legs and arms out so I look like a star and she begins to secure me to the bed. The rope loops around my chest and my arms and comes up to fasten across my throat. My legs are next strapped down and after some time, my Master stands back and appreciates the view.
“You look so good right now, I’d like to climb on top of you and ride you until I come, but I want to play with this body, too.”
She walks away and when she comes back she’s holding the blue paraffin candle she loves so much, a lighter and a bowl of ice.
“I’ve not had a good play with wax and ice for a while, so I think today’s the day.” I move my eyes to watch her light the candle and move it around in her hand so the melted wax pools around the top of it.
From about ten inches above my body, where the wax will only sting and not burn, my Master tilts the candle so a drop meets my skin.
“I want to hear your pleasure, boy.”
Oh thank god, I fucking love the wax when my Master wants to play with it.
Another lonely drop falls from the candle and lands on my chest. The feelings unbelievable, it’s hot but not burning and it sends a rippling effect all the way through my body.
She tilts the candle down again and this time a stream runs and hits my left nipple, immediately she places ice on my right nipple and my body tenses with the most delicious and exquisite sensation.
“Oh yeah,” I moan as I roll my eyes shut and accept the pleasure my Master’s giving me.
The ropes at the top of my thighs, close to my groin suddenly tighten and I can feel the blood coursing through my veins in my legs and my crotch.
The wax drips down my sternum and ice touches my Prince Albert.
“Fuck me,” I grumble with both sensations attacking me at the same time.
The ice is rolled around my piercing and I can feel my cock’s starting to strain waiting to accept more pleasure.
“Very appetizing,” my Master says as she takes my cock in her mouth. She flicks the piercing with her tongue and then runs it back and forth over the bar. My balls get that feeling, the one where they want to release, but I pull it back and calm down as my Master slides her mouth deep down my shaft. She bites around the base as the piercing hits her tonsils, fuck yeah, I love it when she deep throats me and takes me all the way in.
But fuck, she removes her mouth and replaces it with a drip of wax that lands perfectly on the piercing causing yet a new overwhelming sensation to fly through me. A mixture of my heart racing, a huge lump forming at the pit of my stomach and my body clenching are all colliding together.
With the withdrawal of my Master’s mouth I lie completely at her mercy, tied to the bed and hoping she’ll allow me to come.
There’s dripping of wax down my ribs, I feel it running toward the bed as she places ice to sit on my nipples.
“Yes,” I hiss at the heat and the cold. The two opposite’s whirlpool together and now my body goose bumps and my scalp starts to tingle.
“Does my sexy fuck toy enjoy this?”
“Yes, Master I love it.”
She takes me deep in her mouth again and when she pulls back she uses her teeth to rip the wax away from the piercing.
“Fuck,” I grunt totally turned on and aroused by the pain and the pleasure.
Master flicks the ropes and with a couple more snaps they fall away from me.
Master climbs up on top of me and kisses me hard, her body’s passionate and desperate.
“Touch me, Ryan,” she hums as her mouth
dominates mine. My hands go to her hips as I pull her down on top of me.
She sinks down on my eagerly awaiting cock and her warm and wet pussy tightens around me, milking and squeezing me tight.
“Stella, I love you.”
“I know and I love you so much,” she says as her hips begin to rock in circular motion.
My hands go to her breasts and I pull and tweak on her nipples as she sits up right and balances her glorious pregnant body on me.
She leans back and gyrates her hips back and forth covering me with her arousal. Her hair falls over her shoulder and she closes her eyes and bites on her bottom lip, totally lost in the love we’re sharing.
I can feel my own release starting to quickly build as she continues to roll. I lean my thumb down and find her plump and needy clit, with force and pressure I rub it the way she loves to be touched.
“Ryan.” Stella’s breathless and needy and I can feel her muscles in her pink and sexy pussy begin to tighten. “Ryan,” she says again as she grabs my nipples and twists them hard. “Come with me,” she commands.
I grab onto her hips and thrust up, as my beautiful wife keeps rocking back and forth.
She pushes and I thrust, she rolls and I grip her hips hard digging my fingers into her.
She comes and I follow.
We lay entwined and completely saturated in one another for the longest of times. Gently I trail my hands up and down Stella’s back as she lies resting her perfect body, carrying my child, on me.
I often ask myself, what does it take for a broken man to finally find freedom?
For me, it was my lover, my wife and my Master.
THE END
Bonus Scene
I kneel beside my Master as she feeds me scraps of food from her plate. She happily speaks with Mistress K and totally ignores me, fuck she makes me horny. “She’s just so cute and she’s starting to roll from back to front, before we know it she’ll be crawling everywhere.”
“Charli’s a gorgeous little girl with those big green eyes and your husband’s dark hair. Are you planning on giving her a brother or sister?”
“Not in this lifetime, one’s enough for me. Lucy’s an awesome older sister and she’s like my own so no, no more for us.”
“How does your husband feel about that?”
I’m over the moon happy with my three beautiful girls, so I’m perfectly content with my wife and two daughters.
“He feels the same way, so we’re on the same page. Open,” my Master says as she taps me on the chin. I open my mouth and she slips in some bread.
“Has your hunger been fulfilled?” Master asks Mistress K.
“For food…yes.”
Master laughs and her hand comes down to pet me on the head and my neck.
“Well, should we move this to your playroom?”
Yes.
Finally, after all these months the four of us are going to play together again. And I can’t damn well wait.
Master stands and walks toward Mistress K’s playroom, I hear her shoes tapping on the slated floor as I sit on the pillow waiting for her to tell me to follow. I can hear Mason’s breathing accelerate with anticipation as Mistress K gets up from her chair.
“Boy, you may crawl and go into waiting position when we reach Mistress K’s playroom door,” she instructs me and I begin to crawl past Mason. I chance a quick look at my best friend and he’s near hyperventilating with enthusiasm and passion.
He’s twisted and excitable, but the thing that no one can deny is how much he appreciates his wife and what she does for him.
“Where’s my anal slut?” Mistress K calls for Mason. And like the utmost polished sub that he is, he scurries next to me ready and waiting for his Mistress.
My Master’s shoes come into vision as she stands to my right with her foot dangerously close to my head.
God, I wish I could worship her and show her how much I love her. My cock’s starting to drip and my body’s buzzing with electricity I’ve not felt in a long time. The tidal wave of delight and arousal is beginning to collide, and I’m going to need to hold back my own release for tonight’s scene.
“When we enter Mistress K’s playroom, you’re still my sub but you’ll follow her instructions. Am I clear, boy?”
“Yes, Master.” Just get me in there and let’s begin playing.
“When you crawl inside you’ll go into ready position. You may enter,” Mistress K orders both Mason and me.
“My good toys. You may crawl to me, boy, and kiss my feet to thank me for allowing you to enter my playroom,” Mistress K states.
I crawl over to Mistress K and she’s wearing a lace body stocking. I chance a look up and notice it’s a crotch-less stocking. Damn, she’s got a nice pussy, not as plump and alluring as my Master’s but it certainly is delicious.
When a Singapore Stick cuts through the air, it makes a certain crisp crackling sound before it finds a resting place.
I don’t know why I still think I can peek at my Master or Mistress when we’re in here and not get punished.
The Singapore Stick lands on my ass and it leaves a sting and an acute bite as it makes contact with my flesh.
“Eye fuck her again, boy, and I’ll be happy to have you in a CBT,” my Master says after the first explosion of the stick. “Now don’t embarrass me, properly thank Mistress K.” Master’s tone is extremely clipped.
“I thank you for allowing me into your playroom, Mistress K,” I say as I bend and kiss her feet.
“Good, boy. Now crawl back and go into waiting position,” Mistress K says.
I move away from her and go back into my pose.
“Pet, thank me for allowing you into my playroom.”
Mason crawls toward her and kneels at her feet.
“Mistress?” he asks.
“What is it?” she sounds pissed off at him, he should just shut up and kiss her feet.
“May I eat your pussy to show my appreciation?”
“Yes, you may.”
I hear Mason growl as Mistress K’s moaning. Christ, I want to look and watch my best friend lick his Mistress’s pussy, but if I do my own Master will beat me with the Singapore Stick, again. Maybe if I chance one little look she won’t notice.
“Don’t even think about watching,” my Master leans down and says.
Fuck me.
Of course she knows what I’d be thinking.
“Do you want to watch as he’s holding her folds open and his tongue is stroking her clit?”
Oh god, yes.
“Do you want to see him as he buries his nose deep inside her and laps and licks all her arousal?”
My throat’s drying out and I squeeze my eyes shut. Yes, I do.
“Do you want to fuck me with your mouth, boy?” my Master intimately whispers as she leans down and strokes her wet raspy tongue around the shell of my ear.
Fuck me hard.
I can hear the sensual sound of Mason’s moans as he’s moving in and out of his Mistress, and the small sexy wails coming from her.
“Enough,” she finally calls. “Waiting position, my little pain slut.”
I swallow back the lump that’s formed in my throat, and I try and calm my body from listening to the sexy exchange of my best friend fucking his Mistress’ soaking hole with his mouth.
“Tonight’s a special evening, because my little pain slut has fantastic news to share. He found out this week that he’s been nominated for an Oscar in the category of Best Actor in a Leading Role. I’m hoping he brings me gold so it can sit next to the other he has. So, tonight’s event is for my pain sluts’ fantasy.”
What the hell? He got nominated again and didn’t tell me? The fucker, I’m gonna kick his damn ass once we’ve finished with the scene.
“Tonight, I’ll be enjoying the taste of Master, as you boy, will be enjoying my pain slut.”
Christ, I’m gonna kick his ass for not telling me about the Oscar but then I’m gonna kiss him like crazy ‘cause I ge
t to fuck him and watch my sexy Master being devoured by Mason’s Mistress.
My cock immediately hardens and I can’t wait to watch the Dommes, and do him.
“Pet, come here.” Mason walks over to his Mistress. She latches onto his nipples and he lets out a deep grumble and moan as she licks and sucks them into her mouth. Mason closes his eyes and enjoys it as his Mistress fastens clamps to his pierced nipples. She steps back and smiles as his chest is rising and falling rapidly, most likely through the sheer pleasure of the sting.
But they aren’t normal nipple clamps, they damn well vibrate. Fuck, I hope my Master buys them for me too. They look sensational and so tantalizing.
“Go to the whipping post,” Mistress K instructs Mason. “Arms in front of you,” she says when he gets there. He offers her his wrists together and she attaches thick leather straps with silver D loops, fuck I love them too, they’re so versatile in our lifestyle. “Arms up.” Mason lifts his arms up and she joins him to the whipping post.
My Master comes to me and takes me by the hand, she leads me over to the bed that’s facing the whipping post and she sits down on the edge. She’s gloriously naked except for her high heeled stilettos. Her hair’s in a high ponytail and it falls over one shoulder and touches the top of her breast. “Kneel before me, boy,” she says as she opens her legs for me.
Holy shit, she’s beautiful and simply perfect. “Now eat my pussy as you watch your fellow fuck toy.”
I lean down and skim my nose through my Master’s sweet delicious pussy. I part her lips and I’m greeted with the plumpest and most erotic clit I’ve ever seen. I run my tongue from the top to the bottom then suck her saturated and pulsating bud into my mouth as I flick it once with my tongue and bite down.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” my Master says as she entwines her fingers in my longer hair and keeps my face attached to her engulfing pussy.
Licking her aroused and needy hole, she moves her hips closer to my face so I’m completely doused with the salted caramel taste that is my Master.
She tilts and pins her hips to my face and I can hear her small cries of ecstasy as her pussy’s quickly becomes soaking with divine arousal.
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