A Moment of Serenity
As sanity returned, I felt my breath steady, and my vitals slowly crawl back to normal. The world around me came into focus, and I became aware of Stacey’s deep, controlled breathing. Her face, turned sideways, wore a contented expression, her eyes closed in serenity.
Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile played on her lips. “Shower?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t help but smile at her suggestion, and my response was immediate. “I like the way you think. Go get the shower started, and I’ll be right there.”
As I watched her step into the shower, the water cascading down her back, I felt my arousal stir once more. The sound of the water, the sight of her lithe form, and the promise of what was to come all combined to stir my passion. My hard-on tapped me on the shoulder, as if asking if I intended to stand out in the cold all day.
I stepped into the shower behind her, the warm water enveloping us both. Reaching around, I cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly, feeling their weight in my hands. She dropped one hand to wash her lower areas, while the other reached back to grasp my hard-on, now pressing into her butt crack. “I really don’t know what I like best; your perfect, fuckable ass…” I groaned, grinding my hips into hers, “…or these made-to-be-squeezed and sucked-on-tits.”
She glanced back, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Sir, I thought you were young enough to take it,” she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm, as she pushed her hips back into me. I stopped her, taking the cloth from her, and began to clean her, starting with her breasts. The rough cloth dragged over her sensitive nipples, and she liked that I was paying attention to her in this manner.
With an evil grin, she said, “Shit. Fuck. & Damn. What a potty mouth I have. I guess you are going to have to wash my mouth out with soap.”
And with that, Stacey got on her knees and began licking my cock. I was really starting to moan as she took me all the way to the back of her throat in one gulp. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and I felt my legs weaken. She slowly withdrew, keeping the suction, and stopped just at my mushroom head.
As our eyes met, she began to quicken her pace, bobbing up and down, and then suddenly stopped when I was at my apex. She adjusted our position, grabbed my ass with one hand, closed her eyes, and all of my cock disappeared into her mouth. I moaned again, braced myself with the shower wall, and looked down at her.
She pulled back, and resumed her head bob, stopping every few strokes to take my cock as deep as physically possible, right at the point of gagging. Each time, she knew she was pushing me closer to an orgasm, steadily increasing the level of sexual tension. I was on the verge of going over the edge, and this MILF was looking at me with those steel-blue eyes, taking everything I was giving her.
I brought my hand to the back of her head and quickly pushed her down on my cock. She did not hesitate and picked up where she had left off. I was going down her throat almost each time, and each time she pulled back, she made a point of trying to milk me with her tongue. It took only a few of these, and I went over the edge.
“Shit Stacey, here it comes!” I pronounced, and rather than pull back, she forced me deep down her throat, using her tongue to try to swallow my organ. I dumped what I could give her, pumping my semen down her throat, and yet that MILF just kept milking and milking.
After the pleasure had flooded over me and dissipated slowly, I looked down, and Stacey was still watching me. I smiled, and she pulled completely out, worked her way into standing up, and draped her arms around me. “All better? Or should I call 911?” she said with a grin.
I saw that Stacey had a ‘distant’ look about her, and I had a feeling I knew what it was about. “Concerned about what I have tapped into?” I asked, and she nodded, “yeah…..sir.”
“Look, I was intending to see how this whole thing goes, but the simple fact is that ‘your charms’ are making me think that tomorrow, when this is all said and done, I’ll hand over the info I found, and we can go back to our respective lives,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“Sir, please don’t bullshit me,” Stacey said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. “You’ve got a good thing going here, a submissive at your command. Hell, you’re going to get a passing grade out of it too. This side is out now, & I’m just trying not to think about it, but I can imagine what’s coming.”
“Now, normally that would piss me off, and I’d punish you, but I understand where you’re coming from. Think about how this started, and what I said, and remember something. The reason that part of you is out? It’s because on some level, even an unintentional one, you chose to trust me. The proof shows in how you are voluntarily choosing to address me,” I said, letting the words sink in.
Stacey sat silent, if not a tad dumbfounded. ‘My Dom IS right,’ she thought, ‘I do trust him, even if I don’t know it.’ “S-sir…..” she said, “You, umm…you are right. But Sir, I only trusted one man with this, and he totally ruined it. It is ultimately what led to the modeling, which I used to pay my way thru school. But then he just ruined everything. So I want to enjoy this, really! But….”
“I totally get that, and thanks for trusting enough to share. Now I better understand,” I said, sitting beside her. “Here is my suggestion. Hold that trust, and leave the future where it belongs, in the future. At the end of our time together, you’ll see I’m a man of my word. I had some ideas as to what to do next, but I ONLY want to do them, if the trust is there, and only you can answer that.”
Stacey thought for a moment, and came to a realization. SHE controlled this situation, SHE did, and it gave her supreme confidence to realize this. Everything her Dom had said was true, so she did what any woman in her place would do. She nodded and simply said, “Ok, let’s begin.”
Later, as we prepared for the next round, I reached for a little goody bag I had brought with me. Stacey liked that her Dom let her collect herself before standing her up. She stood for him, naked, and faced away, opening her mouth as she felt the ball gag going in, the strap being buckled.
“Put your forehead on the night stand,” I said, my voice low and commanding. At my statement, she bent over, and I took an arm, putting the handcuffs on her wrist, the ratcheting clicks echoing through the room. She started to stand up, but I firmly pushed her back down and secured the other hand behind her back.
I liked that she so willingly complied. I grabbed a pillow and pulled Stacey’s head off the stand, putting it underneath her. From the goody bag, I pulled out a riding crop, the thick leather fan in the shape of a heart glinting in the light. When I lightly tapped her ass, she almost came out of her skin; her tension level was so high.
“Oooh, jumpy are we?” I asked, smiling, as I set the spanking implement across her ass. She smiled, and responded with a muffled, “Nuuh! Pluuhhh duhhhh.”
I walked back within her view and knelt, holding two small chains with plastic-coated alligator clips on the ends. I reached out and kneaded the nearest breast of my pet, working my way out to her nipple, which I extended out. Taking the rubber-topped clamp, I applied it to the area behind her outstretched nipple, making Stacey whine & squirm.
She whined a bit at the application of the clamps, feeling totally helpless. The clamps told her that her Dom was in charge, and it excited her. “Nuhh -Shuhh!” She mumbled through the gag, her face flushed red, but she nodded, indicating she was okay.
As I walked behind Stacey, my fingers gently brushed against the inside of her thigh, caressing her soft skin before coming to rest near her pussy. The warmth of her body emanated towards me, drawing me in. I couldn’t resist the urge to explore further, my hand slowly beginning to rub the sensitive area, feeling the moisture that had gathered there. “My-My, you’re awfully wet down here,” I whispered, my voice low and husky, as I savored the sensation of her body responding to my touch.
Stacey moaned, a soft, throaty sound that only seemed to increase my desire. My thumb found its way to her clit, pressing gently, and she squirmed, her muscles tensing in response. “Now, now,” I cautioned, my voice firm but gentle, “let’s have none of that tightening up. I intend to enjoy that part of you again before you leave.” I stepped back, the riding crop still in hand, its presence a reminder of the power dynamic at play.
I began to apply the crop to Stacey’s skin, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. The first few taps were light, almost gentle, but as I moved lower, the tempo and force increased. By the time I reached her ass, she was panting, her moans filling the air. Each strike was deliberate, calculated to elicit a response from her. And respond she did, her body dancing under the blows, her cries muffled by the gag.
The first blow left a red mark on her lower cheek, a testament to the pain and pleasure she was enduring. The second strike mirrored the first, leaving its own mark. I rubbed her ass gently, feeling the heat emanating from her skin before delivering the third blow. This one left a mark across both cheeks, and Stacey jumped, screaming into the gag. I asked if she was okay, and her nod was all the assurance I needed to continue.
The next few blows were lighter, targeted at her thighs, each one bringing her closer to her limit. I could sense her fear, her vulnerability, as I brought the crop closer to her pussy. The thought of what might come next had her on edge, her body tense with anticipation. I paused, the crop balanced on her red, inflamed ass, and asked if she was ready for something new.
“Would you rather have some more of this, or play a game with me?” I asked, my voice low and menacing, as I undid the ball gag. Stacey nodded, her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of fear and desire in their depths. I asked her what I wanted, and she knew the consequences of not answering correctly. After a moment, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck my ass! My Sir wants to fuck my ass again.”
I smiled, pleased with her response, as my fingers played with the entrance to her vagina. “Good, Stacey. I do want to fuck this sweet, bright red ass, along with your pussy too,” I said, my voice full of promise. Stacey looked back at me, her eyes locked on mine, a nod the only indication of her consent, her desire. In that moment, I knew she was mine, completely and utterly, ready to surrender to whatever I had in store for her.