“Relax. I can’t watch TV with you so worked up.” And it wouldn’t be good for him to stay that excited for too long.
He took a deep breath and shifted, moaning when my dick brushed his prostate. “Stay still. You’re just keeping my dick nice and hard.”
“Going to…squish you…”
He was so cute.
“I’m no shrinking violet and you’re fine.” I smacked his ass and pulled him back roughly into my arms. “The only thing you’re going to worry about is my dick. We’re going to watch TV and you’re going to keep me nice and hard.”
Then I sweetened my voice like I was offering him a treat. “If you do, then I’ll let you come when I fuck you and fill your ass with my cum.”
Getting tested so we could stop using condoms had been incredible. There was nothing like knowing I was filling him with my cum and marking him as mine. Spencer loved it too, so the shiver and moan that went through him didn’t surprise me.
Pinching one nipple, I shook my head. “No, work your ass. This isn’t for you, slave.”
That didn’t help his ability to calm down any, but it might let me punish him later if he came before I was ready. Reaching for the remote, I pinched his nipple again, then reached down to pat his cock. “This needs to stay hard. Don’t forget.”
Between his arousal and the restraint, that wasn’t going to be a problem, but the reminder was still sexy and just embarrassing enough that it got him even more turned on. My sweet boy was shy in pretty much everything but his fantasies.
No, in his fantasies he explored all kinds of dirty things that he loved.
Which was why this weekend would hopefully be the first of many ways to explore all his desires. He just needed to see this was a safe space to be able to tell me anything.
As I started flicking through the channels, I gave the side of his ass a pat. “Work my cock.”
He was so deliciously tight and slick there was no way I was going to lose my erection, but the reminder was a fun way to keep him on edge. It was my turn to moan as his body clenched around me. When he started to shift, rolling his hips, I pinched his nipple again. “No, slave. Only with your hole.”
I could feel the pleasure rippling through him as he clenched down on my cock. “Slowly. I don’t want to come. I told you. You’re keeping my cock warm and ready for when I do decide to empty my balls into my slave.”
It was a bit callous, but my shy Spencer cursed and nearly orgasmed.
I barely managed to hold back a smile, but I did my best to keep it out of my voice. Pinching his nipple, I gave the head of his dick the barest of taps. “I will not have a slave with a foul mouth. That kind of talk is reserved for Masters.”
For some reason that didn’t help his arousal any.
I wondered why?
When he cursed again and clamped down hard on my dick, I let my voice go deep. “Do I need to get the ruler out?”
Another of his “maybe this is interesting and maybe it's just scary” topics was pain…specifically to his cock. We’d decided that I wouldn’t do anything beyond little taps and pinches until we’d talked about it more. But he’d confessed the threat was hot, and if I wanted to pretend it could be a punishment if he didn’t behave, that was fine.
I was more than happy to scare my boy into an orgasm if that’s what he wanted.
But the way he nearly came from only the tap to his dick made me reconsider my initial worries about it. Some kind of very mild CBT might be right up my kinky boy’s alley. But mild—even if he could take more, I wasn’t sure I could. A bit of pain to make him explode was fun, but any more than that and I’d worry too much.
“No…Master…” Spencer’s words seemed stuck in his throat as he shook, fighting for control. “Please don’t…spank my…my dick.”
Somewhere he’d read a dirty story online where the big bad Dom had taken a ruler to his wicked sub’s hard dick. The image had stuck with him and that had been one of the few fantasies he’d confessed to about having his dick played with painfully.
I knew there had to be more, but for now, it was enough.
“I should have known you couldn’t follow directions. If I have to move you off my dick and go get the ruler, I’m going to double your normal punishment.” A sharp jerk had me wondering if he’d orgasmed, but in the reflection on the TV I could see his eyes were clenched and he was biting down on his lip.
Barely holding back.
“It’s not looking good for your orgasm, slave.” It was just condescending enough to have a blush crawling back up his face.
I started petting his nipple again, teasing the tip as I flicked through the channels once more. I had no idea what was on, but that wasn’t really the point. Just knowing that I was ignoring him and that he was being used for my pleasure was enough to keep him right on the edge. He’d have never made it without the cock restraint.
I finally settled on a rerun of an old cop show that was almost over. As I teased his nipples, I gave quiet orders on how to clench his ass and when to just sit still. Any time I would shift, accidentally brushing his prostate, he’d moan and we’d start the threats all over again.
It was…relaxing.
Maybe that wasn’t the word because I was hard and he was so ready to come I was worried about his blood pressure, but it was almost peaceful. I wasn’t sure I had a better word for it even though that one wasn’t any better than “relaxing.”
As the show started to end, I flicked his nipple. “Turn around.”
He started to rise, so I pinched his nipple again. “Did I say to release my dick?”
It was awkward but crazy hot watching him turn himself on my dick, all while trying not to come. The look on his face was almost painful, but there was too much need in it for me to worry. He was suffering—but for me and for the pleasure he knew was coming. As long as he was good.
He lost my dick as he straddled my lap, and as he quickly tried to sink back down on my cock, I knew he was worried about what would happen. When he reached behind himself to find my cock, I shook my head. “You don’t have permission to touch me.”
That had him almost coming apart.
Shaking, he nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to sink back down on my cock. After several close calls where he still hadn’t managed to do it, I made a low tsking sound and reached to steady my dick. “Now.”
As I filled him again, relief hit Spencer like a train. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.”
Something in his face said he was completely lost in the fantasy. Playing along, I shook my head. “I’m not sure you deserve to come now.”
I twisted one nipple and flicked the tip of his dick again. His eyes nearly went back in his head, and the way his body rippled around me said he had something close to an orgasm even though there wasn’t any cum shooting out of him.
It was enough to make it hard for me to think.
Deciding he’d had enough torture for now, I flicked his cock again, loving the way his body clenched around me as the pain flashed through him. “Fuck yourself on my cock. I’m ready to come, slave.”
His movements were frantic and jerky, but as he rose up and bottomed out hard, he pushed us both even closer to the edge. Spencer would have been smoother if I’d stopped teasing his nipples and cock, but I was enjoying his reactions to the pain too much.
I lost track of how long I made him ride me, but when I knew we were finally ready, I reached down and released the cock restraint before flicking his dick again. Thrusting up into him as I started to shoot cum deep inside him, I growled out the order he was desperate for. “Come.”
Cum streaked out of Spencer as pleasure wracked his body. It wasn’t just an orgasm—it was desire exploding out of him like his body was too small to contain all the emotions and sensations he was feeling. rapping my arms around him, I pulled my boy tight and held him as the tornado of desire swept through both of us. As good as he’d made me feel, the highlight of my night was watching him and
seeing the absolute relief coursing through him.
This wasn’t just about relief from physical desire, it was everything…he’d finally had a taste of what it would be like to really live without the fear of what he fantasized about.
As I held him, kissing his face gently as we both shook with the aftershocks of desire, I just hoped he liked the next step in his weekend of fantasies and submission as much as he’d liked our first steps. He was the center of my world, but that didn’t mean I would let him hide from something he’d always wanted.
It was time for my boy to see what it would be like in front of the camera.
~~~
Wesley and the Surprise
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Tyler’s sexy voice sent a shiver down my spine as he wrapped his arms around me. “I’m starting to think you’re disobeying just to get a spanking.”
Since I was, I figured silence was the best idea.
I’d thought he wouldn’t find out until we were home and a spanking would be the first thing he’d think of. Unfortunately, he’d gotten a bit cuddly at the restaurant and he’d had entirely too much time to think up a punishment for me.
“No one else knew.” I snuggled into him and tried to look spankingly cute and not real punishment naughty.
It was a fine line I was learning to walk from the other subs at Leashes & Lace.
“I just wanted to be sexy for you when we got home.” He’d been teasing me about a wonderfully sexy photo shoot he’d planned for us but wouldn’t tell me the details of. The teasing had clearly gone to my head…or lower things.
Tyler chuckled softly before reaching down to stroke my ass. “But did I give you permission to go out in public with your ass available like that?”
We both knew the answer to that question, but I had to shake my head anyway. “No, Master.”
“But you’re very sorry, aren’t you?” Tyler’s question had me stilling.
What was the right answer?
I made a low whine before tucking my face against his chest. “I want to be, but I’m naughty. I had wicked thoughts when you were teasing me in the restaurant and found out.”
Tyler made a deep, sexy sound. “I wasn’t teasing you. I was just touching my sub because your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
I was going to come if he kept saying things like that.
“Yes, Master. It belongs to you.” I thought I couldn’t get any harder after he’d been stroking my cock for the past hour in the restaurant, but now I realized how wrong I’d been.
In the month since we’d put the past behind us and truly moved on, things had only gotten more perfect. Sometimes he was the sweet boyfriend who hung out with me and gave me little pushes to get out of the house, but more often than not he was my sexy Master who took complete control of his sub, especially after we’d talked to my therapist.
“I think it’s time to remind you of that.” Squeezing my cheeks, he rocked me against his body, giving my cock just enough pleasure that it started to throb again. “But I’m not sure a simple spanking is going to be enough.”
Moaning, I fought to find the words to respond. “I’m sorry, Master. But thank you…I want to be good.”
Most of the time.
“I just hope taking the time to punish you doesn’t ruin my surprise.” It took several long seconds for the words to sink into my brain.
A surprise?
“The photo shoot, Master?” Had he said that was going to be a surprise?
My brain wasn’t working well enough to figure that out, so I was even more confused when he made a negative sound.
“No, that’s not the surprise I’m thinking of.” When he pulled back, I realized that was all he was going to tell me about it.
“Strip off your clothes and kneel.” He moved a large pillow from the couch and pointed to the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
Moving quickly around the living room, he tilted the blinds so they would block curious gazes but still let in light. When he turned on the lamp before leaving the room, I realized pictures were still on the menu, but I just wasn’t sure what he had in mind and how my punishment was going to be mixed in.
It wasn’t until I heard him climbing the stairs two at a time that I realized taking my time wouldn’t be a good idea. Quickly shedding my clothes, I set them on the stairs to get them out of the way and went over to the pillow he’d set on the floor.
Kneeling, I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. Just by focusing on the way my body felt and the images of what he might do, I could feel my submission wrapping even tighter around me.
I lost track of how long I waited for Master, but I wasn’t stiff by the time he started coming down the stairs, so I knew it hadn’t been long. “Perfect. Keep your eyes closed.”
Obeying, I listened to him moving around and I could hear him setting something down on the couch at the far end of the living room. It was a very formal space, so we hadn’t used it much. But the one shoot we’d done in there with a long, almost Victorian nightgown had been incredible.
Was that what he wanted to do again?
No, that just didn’t feel right.
Waiting for him, I listened and tried to build up an image of what he wanted, but nothing I came up with fit the sounds, especially when he pulled out the stepladder.
What did he need a ladder for?
When he slipped a blindfold over my eyes, I realized it would be a long time before I figured out what was going on. “That’s better.”
Master stroked over my head and I felt him press a kiss to my forehead. “That’s my pretty boy.”
Warmth and love flooded through me. I leaned into his touch as he caressed my cheek. “I love you, Master.”
I felt his lips press against mine. “I love you too. Now be patient for me.”
“Yes, Master.” The waiting kept the anticipation building. By the time he was done, my cock was achingly hard and the fantasies in my head were growing more wicked by the second.
Several almost mechanical sounds had me curious, but before I could find a way to ask what was going to happen, I heard the ladder being put away.
What was Master doing?
I was a naughty, impatient sub in my mind, but luckily my body behaved a bit better than my imagination.
When his hand stroked over my head, I could feel the anticipation in the room building. “Stand.”
The order was quiet, but I felt Master’s hands steadying me as I rose, slowly caressing down my arms. “Very good.”
Instead of another order, Master wrapped his hand around my cock. “Follow me.”
Swallowing back a moan, I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
It took all my focus to put one foot in front of the other as Master led me to what I thought was the center of the room. When he stopped us, I shivered as his fingers kept stroking my cock. “Do you remember last week when I asked you if I could make a few tiny changes to the house as long as no one would notice?”
Nodding slowly, I thought back to the conversation. We’d been talking about adding permanent restraints to the bed and some to the bathroom walls, but had he been envisioning something else? “Yes, Master.”
“I had a friend come in yesterday while you were out.” Master’s hands ran down my arms to position them at my side. “Like this.”
Keeping them still, I nodded, hoping he’d continue. “Good boy. Well, he runs a construction company that sometimes does…interesting side jobs. It was easy for him to come in and put in a few fun things for me.”
I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be telling me about all of them any time soon.
When something soft came around my chest, I stiffened before relaxing against the silken fabric that started wrapping around me. Master was quiet as he worked. It was clear he knew what he wanted because he carefully left my nipples available as he restrained my arms and left me feeling wonderfully helpless.
“That’s a good start.” He seemed to be talkin
g to himself more than me, so I stayed quiet as he began moving me around again. “One more step…good boy. Now lift up one leg.”
When a scrap of soft fabric started skimming up my legs, I knew what he was putting on me.
Panties.
“Now the other side.” One hand steadied me as I stepped into the other leg opening. “Very good.”
When the panties were on and my cock was tucked into the silken fabric, I felt him reach behind me. But it wasn’t until something hit the back of my legs that I realized he’d hung some kind of swing in the living room.
There was a sex swing in my formal living room.
I must have made a face or some kind of noise because Master chuckled. “Sit back. I’m not done with you.”
His hands gripped my arms tight as I sat back until I was lying in some kind of restraint. Whatever he’d hung up felt secure, so when he lifted my feet off the floor, bracing them on the swing, I relaxed into it.
As more silken fabric started wrapping around my legs and pulling them up so I was completely exposed to him, I just soaked up the feeling of being completely owned by my Master. Drifting in and out, I lost complete track of time, but there was something wonderful about it. Even when he’d tied me up on the bed, there wasn’t the same feeling of being weightless and completely at his mercy.
When I was totally restrained and could only wait for the gentle caresses he’d give the bottom of my legs and the top of my head, he changed things up again. Moving from the almost innocent touches, he stroked around my ass and up over my barely covered hole until he was running one finger down the length of my erection. “Such a pretty boy.”
His pretty boy.
I wasn’t sure what I was wearing or how I exactly looked, but I could hear the desire and tender emotions in his voice.
Master loved me.
As sensations and emotions washed through me, Master shifted the panties so more of my cheeks spilled out and he stroked over my ass. “This is going to be so pretty when it’s all pink.”
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