“A nice spanking. Keep out of trouble and that’s what they will be like.” A veiled threat. “My turn I think for pleasure.”
He unzipped his fly and his erection stood out hard and pulsating. His t-shirt came off and deposited next to him. He took me by the ponytail and pulled my head toward him. I opened my mouth ready to receive him.
Oral sex. Blow-jobs. It was not always the best form of intercourse for me. I could not orgasm for one thing as I needed the direct stimulation. It was also hard work. The jaw aching from holding it wide open. The teeth tucked away as catching your teeth on his skin was a big no-no. My tongue and lips would become like sand paper, depending how long he could keep himself going and how deep he shoved down my throat. Then there was the gagging, suffocating deep thrusts and I was forced to hold my breath. The saliva would become ridiculously copious, drooling down my chin on to the floor below. Messy faced with watery eyes from the gagging, a common outcome of a blow-job. If he held my ponytail to gain leverage, my scalp stung as the hairs were yanked back and forth. The kneecaps started to hurt and my neck strained from looking up at him. A required position for a tamed submissive.
There was a major plus side. I felt his domination reign supreme over me. I was turned on and devouring him, giving him what he wanted. It was what I wanted to do - worship him. The physical discomforts were obliterated in an instant. I also had the opportunity to stare up at him and see all those muscles. From groin to neck, Jason was a festoon of well-defined musculature. The abs were to die for and his shoulders were square shaped powerhouses. His chest was strangely hairless without looking too young or adolescent. His face alternated between eyes shut and staring back at me with a muted face of expressions. I must be giving him pleasure. I prayed it was the case as it was what gave me my kicks for doing this. Seeing him stand over me and loving my mouth on his cock. He made little purring guttural noises occasionally, the sound of a motor running in his throat.
The end came when he grabbed his erection and holding it away from my face, he ejaculated on to my tongue, which was stuck out ready to receive his warm seed.
“Good girl,” he patted me like a dog and gave me a smile.
Phew! He was happy.
I had lost track of time, an hour, or maybe two, later, I was sprawled on the four posters, lying in a sticky mess. I had been well used and most definitely teased. Jason was in the shower, cleansing his body of the fluids that must had covered him. Before he went to shower, he had removed the cuffs, which had held me pinned spread-eagled on the bed. On the floor was a range of toys that he had been tormenting me with over the last hour or so.
He had talked me through the session, later ones he would be nothing but minimalist in his speech. On my first session with my new dominant, he had provided selective words of encouragement, aware of my nerves and unfamiliarity with his techniques. To be made helpless and vulnerable with restraints was a test of my trust in him. The addition of the blindfold had been briefly crippling. My chest rose and fell rapidly as he descended me into darkness. Then I had remembered how joyous vanilla sex was with him, and how he made me feel relaxed and confident in his company.
His hand had caressed against my flesh and his voice had been firm but reassuring.
“Remember your safe-words. I trust you to use them wisely and without fear.”
His trust in me, had reminded me that this play was about mutual trust. I had taken a deep breath and let him lose on my stretched body.
Orgasm denial was apparently a passion of his and he had enjoyed keeping me on the brink. No amount of begging had budged him as he used vibrating wands and feathers on me. For a duration he had focused on my arse and I had found I seriously did not like what he was doing down there.
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What the hell was he inserting inside me!
A bloody cannonball!? Christ, whatever he was using was heavy and made me feel stretched to my groin. Not painful but I did not like the sensation one bit and I was panicky.
“No! No!” I shrieked as the weight sank further up my bum. Nothing happened - he did not stop.
He was ignoring my protestations and I was about to test his respect for me.
“Yellow!” I shouted, perhaps too loudly.
“What?” came the surprised reply.
“Please take it out, Jason. Whatever that is, out!” I yelled at him.
I waited as he eased the intrusion out of my posterior. Lifting up my blindfold, he showed me the big metal anal butt plug.
Oh my God! How did he managed to push that inside me!
“Too heavy?” he asked sweetly. “It went up nice and easy, very smooth surface.”
“Well it isn’t going up me again. That one is not going near my arse, you can stuff it up yours,” I said angrily. “You can forget it. You didn’t mention you had heavy duty plugs. I don’t do them. No anal hooks either!”
“You’ve said that. I didn’t think you meant all metal plugs.”
“It’s like foil on the fillings, really gives me the creeps.”
“I don’t have fillings, so I’ll take your word for it.”
Bastard! Did not the man have anything wrong with him?
“I have a sweet tooth,” I confessed.