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Knock! Knock! Whose There?
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A couple who like to play. (Mdom/F, bd, spank, S&M)
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"Ah, that must be her," he said to himself. He'd been
waiting for her to come over for about an hour. He was
annoyed that she was late, but figured he would get
even with her later.
"Come in!" he yelled, and she opened the door slowly
and peeked in. She looked great. She was wearing a pair
of jeans, a sweat-shirt and a nice blouse. He knew
because he had seen it before. But even dressed
casually she looked really good, and what was
underneath made his mouth water.
She walked into the living room slowly, nervous because
she had made him sit around waiting for her, but trying
to explain.
"I had a class that went overtime and then I was
dragged off to do some work with my project partners,"
she stammered, "and it took me forever to get away..."
He looked at her and melted, she was so sweet looking.
But then he remembered, she had to be punished for
being late. But not too much. Just a little torture to
spice up the evening for the two of them.
"Strip!" he commanded, "but first come over here and
give me a kiss."
She walked over slowly, nervously, trying not to show
him how much she wanted this, because that was part of
the game. You had to play your role to the hilt, or it
would get even tougher. She leaned over him as he sat
on the couch and gave him a warm kiss on the lips. Her
tongue darted out and met his. They held it for just an
second and then he broke away.
His hands reached out and grabbed the bottom of her
sweatshirt and started tugging it up her body. She
tried to learn back to balance herself, but he merely
tugged harder, keeping her slightly off balance. As the
shirt hem got caught on her breasts, and then
continued, her nipples erected from the stimulation.
She obediently raised her arms over her head, still
leaning over him as he sat on the couch.
As the shirt went over her head she was struck by the
realization that it was much like having been
blindfolded, the blackness just sucking up the light
and muffling the sounds around her. Then he stooped
tugging, leaving her bent over, with her hands out and
her head muffled. His hands then started running down
her sides, carefully avoiding her breasts, to her
jeans. There his hands moved in, the button at the tops
of her jeans.
He slowly undid the button, then pulling the zipper
down... down... down... the sounds sounding distant and
far away because of the shirt around her head. All she
could see was a little circle of light, and all she
could feel was his hands on her body. The hands went
back to their tugging, but this time they were tugging
the shirt out of her jeans.
The hands went to work on the buttons of her blouse,
slowly caressing the skin that was exposed as the shirt
fell to the sides. After a few moments he returned to
tugging on the jeans, this time to remove them.
Followed by the rest of her clothing. Then suddenly he
pulled her across his lap, face down. As she lay face
down in his lap, she started to think of what would
happen.
From previous "spankings" she knew she could expect
anything, from just a light cursory slapping, to full,
cheek reddening hits with a brush. She hoped it would
be the first and not the second, though she remembered
how he "made up" to her after that time too.
"Now for being such a late girl, I'm going to make you
wait," he said, "and this will be quite interesting for
us both."
SMACK!
The first blow of his hand landed right on the middle
of her ass, the globes flattening from the impact of
his hand. He could see his hand print for just a
second, then it slowly faded away...
"Ouch!" she yelped, and tried to clench her cheeks
together and move them away from his hands.
"That was for making me wait... now this is to make
sure you can wait," he laughed. She felt his fingers on
her ass, lightly tracing each globe. She twitched a
little because it tickled and before she knew it,
SMACK! As second slap on her ass.
"Ow! That hurt!" she cried.
"And if you make another move it will hurt even more,"
he replied as he continued to trace out the contours of
her ass. "Every time you make a move, I'm going to
spank you. If you try to get away, or stop me, it will
just get worse. So just settle down and enjoy..."
With that he ran his fingers up the crack, and was
rewarded with a twitch of her muscles.
SMACK!
She tensed at the spank, but said nothing, looking at
the floor and trying to separate the feelings she was
getting. First there was his hands, his maddening hands
on her body. Arousing her, teasing her and tickling
her. It was the hardest thing she had every tried, to
lie still while his hands explored her. She could feel
his finger slowly slide up her inner thighs, and slowly
tickling her just below her pussy.
She twitched.
SMACK!
And the hands kept moving, making her hotter and
hotter, yet frustrating her even more because she
couldn't give into the urge to clench her cheeks and
keep his fingers there forever. She sighed, in both
pleasure and frustration. Her nipples were hard and
aching, waiting for stimulation, her pussy was getting
wetter and wetter by the second, and her ass was
getting redder and redder. As he slipped his finger
inside her, she moaned out loud and squeezed
involuntarily, trying to keep the sensation.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Damn! That hurt!" she squealed, and tried to squirm
off his lap. She felt his other hand reach around and
get a better grip, keeping her securely on his knees.
He just laughed at her, and kept moving his fingers. In
and out, first one, then two, then three. Each time she
was getting wetter, and hotter, and more aroused, as
his fingers slipped out and traced their way up her
crack. As the wetness reached her asshole, she twitched
yet again.
SMACK!
"Ha! Got you to move. I thought for a minute you'd
conquered the urge to move..." he said. All the while
his fingers were wandering, dipping into her dripping
pussy, drifting over her cheeks, sliding between her
cheeks, and back into her pussy, but only for a minute.
"Now that we know you can wait shall we move on to what
you were waiting for?" he smiled.
She moaned and rolled over. A contented smile on her
face as she reached up to him for a kiss as she walked
into the room she couldn't help but notice the changes
he had made. Instead of a mattress on the floor he now
had a four posted bed (of course) and there were metal
eye hooks extending out of the walls in various places.
The entire room had been carpeted and there were more
eye hooks in the floor. The lights were dim, with pools
of brightness scattered around the room.
As ordered she had changed her clothes in the outer
room. Her jeans, sweatshirt and blouse were gone to be
replaced by the tightest black spandex she could
imagine. But there were pieces missing to the outfit
such as material covering her breast and crotch. Both
were totally bare. As she got a few steps into the room
he suddenly grabbed her from behind.
A leather cuff was placed on each wrist and she was
quickly secured to two of the eye hooks on the wall.
Two ankle cuffs were added and her legs spread wide
before being attached to the wall. Next came the gag
and blindfold. "Now the fun is really going to start"
she thought to herself, with just a tinge of
apprehension as she remembered her punishment for being
late.
She could hear him moving around the room, opening
drawers and moving stuff around. "I wonder what he is
going to do first. I TOLD him I was sorry for being
late" she thought. He started with a spritzing of cold
water. Not much, it felt sort of like the density that
comes out of a spray bottle. First her breast then her
freshly shaven pussy.
It was cold enough to cause her nipples to harden. That
wasn't enough of a reaction it seemed. Soon she felt
the lips of her pussy being opened and a long cold
object filling her. "It's ice" she thought as she felt
the first melted drip roll down her long legs. As he
began to move the ice in and out of her, driving her
berserk his other hand began icing her breast.
When she was totally soaked, not just from the ice, he
announced that he had a few errands to run but would
return later. "Don't want you to get bored though while
I'm gone" he laughed as he slowly pushed into her a
huge dildo. Next to follow was a strap around her
waist. From this he threaded a thick strap down between
her legs, holding the dildo in tightly. "Oh, one more
thing before I go," he chuckled as he hit a switch on
the base of the dildo. The damn thing started to
vibrate in time with his laughing as he shut off the
light and left the room.
When he returned a few minutes later, she though she
was in heaven. The vibrator had been going for what
seemed like hours, but was only minutes. She had had at
least three orgasms, each bigger and better and more
total than the last. Her pussy cried out for relief.
She thought she would die from the pleasure she was
receiving. Her knees were weak and shaky, with only her
tied arms supporting and keeping her from falling down.
She felt as if she had turned into an orgasm.
Her entire body was flushed, and her nipples were rock
hard. He reached down and grabbed the dildo, pulling it
out still running. Then he pushed it back in. Slowly he
removed and inserted the damn thing until she came once
again. She sagged a little more from the relief, but
wishing it was still going inside her. Then he reached
up and took off the blindfold, saying "I think you she
see what happens next," as he grinned and brought the
vibrator to her nipples.
She spasmed, arching her back to get away from that
insidious device. He laughed some more and simply
followed her every lunge and twist, keeping the
vibrator to her breasts and nipples.
After a few minutes of this he turned off the vibrator
and untied her from the wall. She sagged down and would
have fallen if he hadn't caught her in his arms. She
molded herself to his body in exhaustion. "That damn
vibrator should be lost or destroyed," she thought as
she lay in his arms, but her nipples continued to throb
with enjoyment, to say nothing of her pussy.
He carried her over to the bed and lay her down gently.
She lay back and relaxed. "Now maybe I'll get a chance
to do the same to him," she thought, but she was too
late. Before she could recover, he had her arms tied up
to the posts. Then her legs were spread apart and tied
to the other two posts of the bed. She was totally
vulnerable. And liking it... no, loving it!
He slowly started licking lips. Slowly, lovingly.
Caressing her lips with his, as he traced his way
around them. She replied hungrily, using her tongue to
reply in kind. Their tongues met, slowly slipping and
sliding around each other. She moaned with desire for
him. Then his tongue started moving down to her chin
and along her jaw. Little swirls and nips. Her neck
arched reflexively as he worked his way to her neck.
As he moved down her neck she started to squirm on the
bed, wishing the ropes holding her down weren't there,
so she could grab him in her arms and keep him forever.
His tongue moved down her collar bone and to her chest.
He breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the
nipples starting to stand up, little red bumps on her
generous breasts. His tongue touched the top of her
left breast, swirling and licking, but not touching the
nipple. She begged him to suck her nipple, but he just
laughed and told he to enjoy it and to stop
complaining.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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