Tuesday Confessional. Yeah.
So this is the way it’s going to be today.
It’s about his pleasure…not mine. But in the end, his pleasure is always mine anyway, so why does it matter?
I’ve been mouthy today, though…lived up to the Bratty title. He usually just smirks at me, but this time, that’s not happening.
He sent me to my room. Told me to get myself ready for him. I have a little frothy nightie that I’ve been saving. There are some little lavender panties that go with it. I’ve put them on in the hope that the visual will appease him. I sit on my knees in the center of my bed and wait.
When he enters the room, he looks at me. He doesn’t look appeased, however.
“Get off the bed.”
I follow his command quickly. I want him to see that I want what he wants. I am here for his pleasure. I want to be his good girl.
“Now turn around and bend over the bed. Prop on your elbows.”
I do as he asks…my lavender clad ass presented to him in the froth of the little nightie I’ve put on.
He walks around to the other side of my bed, pulling open the drawer to the nightstand. He removes the gag with the small ball that he has been teasing me about. My eyes grow wide. He knows it’s not something I’ve been really excited about.
“You’ve known that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble eventually.”
“I thought you liked my mouth.” You know, sometimes I just don’t know when to quit sassing.
He smiles as he leans over to me and places the ball in my mouth, tying the gag around my head.
“Oh I do. And you’ll get a chance to use it in a bit. But for now, be my good girl, and suck it up.”
I think I’m probably glaring at him. He smiles and pats my cheek before walking around behind me again. I’m a bit gleeful that he’s left my hands free, but then I forget all about my glee as he grabs my pretty lavender panties and rips them. They slide to a puddle at my feet. I start to look over my shoulder at him, but I feel his hands on my back and they push me flat onto the bed.
“Spread your cheeks.”
Oh god. Oh god this is the one thing that just downright embarrasses the hell out of me, and he knows it. Even in our play…even when he’s made me cum so hard, I’ve buried my face and blushed through the whole thing. It’s just the taboo element of it. It’s always been so forbidden. And holding myself open for him now….
There’s a quick smack on my ass.
“Do what I’ve said.”
Quickly I move my hands around. My face on the blanket…burning…gag in my mouth so I can’t voice my displeasure….and I grab my ass cheeks and spread them for him.
Immediately there is a cool, smooth sensation as his lubed fingers play with me. My eyes are closed, because I can’t think about it…but oh dear god…I can feel it. One finger….tapping the lube into me and then following it inside…in and out slowly and it feels so fucking good. He plays a bit, and then there are two….this always burns just a bit and I groan around the gag in my mouth, but soon I am accepting his fingers and feeling them move inside me, stretching me…fucking me…and he is murmuring his pleasure. I feel myself pushing back towards him…unable to stop myself….wanting more of what he wants to give me, even as my face burns red and my breathing quickens.
I know it’s coming…he’s talked about it...but even so, I suck in a deep breath as I feel his fingers replaced by the smooth round surface of the plug he is using. I’ve held it. I’ve studied it. It’s not very big at all. But as he teases my ass with it, if feels like a baseball bat, and I’m unable to stop the sounds that slip past the gag in my mouth.
“Shhhhh….you can do this….breathe…push back…”
All instructions I’ve heard and read and told myself I was prepared for. But the reality of a solid, crystal mass invading your backside is a little more intimidating than the notion of it.
With one hand, he rubs my lower back. He whispers encouragement…kisses my spine. And all the while the plug pushes and then eases…pushes and then eases…pushes and then eases…until I feel myself moving with it…wanting it…
“Yes….good girl….you’re such a good slut…”
And his words roar in my ears and I feel dizzy, even though I am resting on the bed. Then…I am full…and it is seated inside me…and he is kissing my hands and my ass cheeks and moving his cock to my pussy. And then he’s fucking me slowly. I move my hands and grip the covers and just take him. Doubly full, and it is amazing. I grip around him and he groans. A hand goes to my hair and twists a fist full of it. Oh fuck yes. He pulls my head back and I’m whimpering as he begins to fuck me harder. There is pain, but it is not unpleasant and I make noises behind the gag and push back against him, urging him on. The hand in my hair pulls my head to the side and his mouth…his lips…his teeth worry the place where my neck meets my shoulder and we are both wild…taking…giving….fucking. Surrounded by the smell of our sex and sweat…the feel of his legs against me…my nipples sliding back and forth over the covers of the bed just as the flesh above my clit grinds down rhythmically…the sounds of our grunts and groans and slapping flesh.
And then I’m cumming. I don’t even know what else is happening anywhere…I just know that I am full of him and sensation is all around and I scream but it is muffled by the gag in my mouth.
Afterwards, I’m aware of his hands removing my gag. I’m aware of the plug leaving my body. I’m aware of a warm washcloth and gentle touch. He’s got a bottle of water for me and I sit up and gulp it. He takes it from my shaking hands and pulls the covers back, lays me down and tucks us both in. And as his arms and the warmth enfolds me, I sleep.