He waited impatiently at the door, checking his stockings to be sure they were straight. His legs freshly shaved and shiny from the special lotion she told him always to apply. His impatience was a common feeling as he waited for her to arrive home. Anticipating her arrival and the hug and gentle kiss (parting his mouth with her tongue at her will.) He never assumed that this was going to happen but waited, anticipating her prodding kiss and wanting it so badly. Wanting to be in her arms, to be held by her, nervously anxious to kiss her in return, as she allowed. Always conscious of "the correct way" as she demanded, hopeful and pleased that she might smile at him. A positive sign which would acknowledge her satisfaction and also a sign of his undivided attention. Standing with a tall stance, legs slightly spread with an effort to give her access to all of him; signaling his willingness for her dominance and his submission. The mandatory inspection would begin…...He was ready as required…... and oh so in love with this ritual that would signal the tone of the coming evening. He was clean shaven, shampooed and scented, hair combed as she demanded. Clean bra and panties matching the hose she had set out for him on the bed that morning. Fresh lipstick with a submissive demeanor, all basic to his position in the house...all choreographed in the morning prior to her leaving, as was the routine.
The morning routine was a ritual of pain and guidance. She required him to stand by the foot of the bed and bend over, while she struck his ass to a red blush all the while giving him instructions and quizzing him about his obedience for the day. This ritual was to remind him of his position, his duties for the day and leave him with a “sore” reminder of who was the Mommy and who was the obedient little boy. Personal appearance and corrections were explained as "Legs shaved Baby?" "Your skin seems dry sweetheart", she would observe and croon. Often she would announce her duties at maintenance. “We are going to put cream on your ass and cock when I get home”, she would purr… or: “Please be ready for your hair cut when I get home.” Typically she would hold him and wrap her arms around him, as he stood there, a nude vulnerable figure before her, she would rub his swollen ass to comfort and nurture him before she left. On special occasions she would make him sit on the bed after his spankings and move in between his legs touching ever so slightly his engorged cock. Or she would slip the strap of her bra down over her shoulder and gently pull his quivering anxious mouth to her breast and tutor him on how she wanted her nipple sucked that particular day.. “Just a little bit.. Suck it baby, gentle now…” she might whisper, or “Bite it a little…” she might proclaim.. Always holding him and giving him guidance, tenderly touching and stroking his cock in a gentle way to show her approval, while at the same time teasing him with cautions that he’d better not cum without her approval, or reminding him that he might be allowed later, and be told when and where. Once she whispered her warning to him ...of dire consequences as she spanked him during his increasingly focused suckling. Filling his mouth with want and need, he felt his bottom rise with pain and felt the strong desire to squirt. With her whispering and increasingly harder spanking, she made him want her so bad that restraint and resistance was as useless as when she milked him of his cum…...he was her baby and he loved her and he loved what she did to him. He loved her control over everything that he did and delighted in his helplessness. This particular morning, he knew he was powerless to resist.. he felt the cum rise forward to the head of his cock from a level deep inside of him where only she had the key. It rose stronger and produced a warm, slippery, dripping that he loved as much as he loved her control and his loss of it. He was being “a bad by” and she knew it minutes before it was to happen, and she knew the punishment long before the crime. She smiled and let him suck for a while, and then without she announced, “No panties tonight…Your training is going to take a new direction.” Holding him tight and close to the nipple that he regretfully was forced to abandon she said “Yes my precious, Mommy has a new punishment for you; No panties and be nice and clean. Your training for dick is going to begin tonight.”
As has been our history, her evening inspection was always an indicator of her work day. Her inspection included touching and sometimes kisses, questions referencing the mornings instruction; demands to move, stand or bend over as commanded. Her questions and the resulting answers were followed by a sharp slap or twisting of the nipples or on less glorious occasions, a hand in the panties grabbing my cock and balls…squeezing and twisting them until I responded to her liking…... “Oh Honey, please…” I’d whimper, with a slight begging which seemed to satisfy her. Always the discussion, filled with questions regarding the day, answered in a short descriptive way was always best. “Were you a Good Boy?” she would ask, eying me suspiciously… “Did you do what you were told?” She would question as she circled; touching here and there; always watching for the cock to respond to her touch or her comments; always looking for respect and obedience and with little tolerance for anything else.
It was our custom lately for me to wear a belt made of colorful cloth woven in a tight strong weave, wrapped twice around the middle with a hard clasp securing the center; unusual to this belt are the two rings protruding from the sides. On occasions of disobedience my wrists were secured to these anchor rings with restraints so that my arms were bound to the sides of my body. While at her mercy in this position, I quickly learned that it in no way affected my ability to spread my legs, bend over or raise my legs over my head. Not unlike a horse being given direction by its rider, the riding crop has been the main tool of direction…… a small tap guiding me to bend over. Or perhaps standing in the corner when I’d had an accident…...
That evening, my Love seemed excited and flowed through the inspection with a more critical eye and yet seemed happier than usual. I stood before her, stockings, heels, hair combed, smooth skin everywhere. I had shaved my legs hoping she would see my extra effort. Lotion was liberally applied and my lipstick was fresh and bright. She gave me hugs and kisses, and the longed-for whispers of direction and soft touches were the first phase of the evening…. She was so affectionate, that I thought she had misspoken or forgotten what she had said that morning. She was so beautiful. I held her and while she kissed me, she penetrated me with her finger. She stroked my cock and explained I had no permission to touch myself, but to just stand there... then she got the new restraint, cuffed my wrists, and secured my arms one at a time to my sides. Holding me, touching me, loving me, she made me get on my knees in front of her and slowly she raised her dress, teasing me with the visual peak of her panties and her hose. She let the dress rise and fall as I clung to her, laying my head against her legs.. Slowly she raised her skirt again and told me to kiss her hose above the band.. “Can you see my panties?” she asked .. “Yes Mommy.. yes Mommy..” I said. “Can you smell my panties? CAN YOU SMELL my panties?” She questioned as she grabbed my head and pushed me forward to the point of touching them with my nose, but not quite. “Put out your tongue” she demanded, and I did instantly. “Farther, a little farther,” she commanded. And when I did she slowly pulled my head and face up close to her panties and her unseen pussy.. “Nibble my panties just a little,” she said softly, and I did and whimpered, “Oh please, Mommy, let me…” and she immediately made me stop. Then she made me do the nibbling again, but only through the panties. With a strong grip on the back of my head, and grasping my hair in her hand, she whispered… “Would you like to lick my pussy?” she then pulled her panties aside so that her beautiful, sweet smelling pussy was exposed….. “Baby boy, is this what you want? Is this what you want baby?” She asked, exposing even more the beautiful folded lips of her pussy. With a singular motion with one hand she spread her lips apart and fully exposed her wet, pink pussy for me to see and smell. “Tell me how much you want this baby, tell Mommy how badly you want to lick it, Come on baby…tell me, did you cum in your panties this morning after I left for work?” (she knew that I had), “Do you think you deserve this?” she whispered through her teeth as she pulled me even closer. I responded with begging and whimpered, “So sorry, Mommy” and “Please” in concurrent expressions of love, anguish and need for her. “Oh Mommy, please, please, let me…”, I begged, but she held me back and said sharply, “No.”
From my position and focus on her I did not see the black dildo she now had in her hand, “Would you like to suck this for a while?” she asked.. “Oh please no.. Oh please no.” I cried, and she again rubbed her crotch close to my face then withdrew.. “Open your mouth..” she told me as she moved the dildo down to between her legs, right where my hungry mouth still longed to taste her. She pushed the stiff cock against my lips, “open your mouth” she insisted…and just as I open my mouth to protest, she forced the dildo into my mouth and moved it in and out in a fucking motion, .. “Suck it, baby, take it all.” She continued to instruct me to lick it and suck it and kiss it all over while holding it between her legs. My head was resting on the exposed flesh above her nylons and inches from her wet panties. I sucked like it was her nipples and I sucked like I enjoyed it because I knew that’s what she wanted to see, but she knew me well…”Are you loving it, baby?” she asked innocently, and then cruelly, “You think you can fool me, but trust me, YOU WILL suck it and You WILL LIKE it!” And she grabbed the back of my head pulling it back and once again fed it thru my lips all the while looking in my eyes in an effort to gauge my earnestness. She watched me closely...then stopped suddenly. After trying to please, and attempting to convince her of my sincerity, after taking the entire length of this cock into my mouth and sucking and slurping, she pulled it out of my mouth abruptly and put the head of the dildo up close in my face… “See this?” She whispered…“This is just the beginning, I'm going to fuck you with this and stretch your ass and fuck you until we’re ready for a bigger one, and then I will fuck you with that one until you’re ready for a bigger one, and on and on until I train you to take cock and suck cock and like cock!” And she made me get up on my knees and bend over. She fucked me with that black dildo until she was weary and then she made me get on my back and raise my legs which she locked above my head by a thin rope tied to a chair, and she lubed the black cock and fucked me again until I felt the terrible feeling so familiar when she milks me…deep inside. “Oh Mommy please,” I whimpered, “Please Mommy I think I'm going to cum, please I can't help it..” And then she fucked me a few more strokes until my eyes rolled back in my head, and THEN she STOPPED! She then kneeled on the floor next to my head, and gently pulled me onto her lap. As she held me she rocked and crooned softly, “You are my sweet, baby….What a good boy you are…” and told me she loved me and held me close. I felt so protected and so loved and treasured and so very lucky that she understood me and knew me and loved me….and I loved her so much. She then she got up and as I watched her beautiful ass she walked out of the room and quickly returned with new panties to wear. She sat on the sofa then and I moved over to her, but remained on my knees. I gratefully laid my head at her feet and tried gently to lift the hem of her skirt so I could look up her dress. She sharply slapped my hand, because of course, I had not asked for permission…I never felt so happy. And that’s how I began the first day of Cock school!
The next day, getting dressed in the clothes she had laid out for me, I was happy to see the special white sheer thong. The T-bar pulled up tight into my ass always made me excited, even before I finished covering my cock with the triangular sheer material I could feel it start to stiffen. I was never sure if it was the feel of the silky sheer material that felt so good, or the idea that it was pretty female panties, sheer with a beautiful embroidery around the edges that matched the white hose completed the look, or the feeling of the silk string separating my ass cheeks when I pulled them up and tight. The look was almost complete. Shoes, ‘where are the shoes I was told to wear?” I panicked. They were here this morning included in the set of clothes I was directed to wear.
As was the ritual (that I loved..) every morning my Lover/Mistress/Mommy would lead me by the hand to the bedroom, bend him me over the bed, instruct me to pull down my panties and spank me and while telling me of the days activities. ’You will do this and You will do that’;…as she struck him with the belt that he had grown to know so well. “Who Loves her baby?” she would ask, “Do you Love Me? Do you love making me happy?” she would inquire as again her hand would swing down leaving the red mark that would carry him through the morning, a reminder of how lucky he was to have her, how much he wanted to please her, how much he needed her. She drew close and held him for the final strike; he could see in the corner of his eye the arching arm raise up and with a swift downward slash the belt fly through the air hitting his already sore and marked ass. She was close enough he could smell the lipstick on her beautiful lips and smell the unidentifiable spray that held her beautiful red hair in place. He would be in her arms for only a few minutes more, he knew. Having gone through this morning ritual so many times in the past; knowing that if it should ever end how terribly sad it would be for him. To have this special time just for him, to have this undivided attention all for him…he couldn't bear the thought of it ending. He also knew the saddest reason would be the loss of Her. The one that meant so much, the one that had trained him in the art of being special, the one that taught him how to please her, giving him a sense of pride and accomplishment he had never experienced before. He was hers and he knew it, she knew it and many of their friends knew it, and he was very proud to be hers. He quickly dismissed the thought as foolish and listened as she gave the day’s instructions.
She would be home soon and he was anxious as he was most days.. Where are those shoes?...he thought as he searched for the last piece that would complete the ensemble. Clean, shaven, both face and legs as required, hair combed, lotion, teeth brushed and rinsed…red lipstick perfectly applied, in the lines so to speak and the final touch was a light blue shade of color on his eyes outlined by the dark black eyeliner. This was new to him and he felt awkward putting it on but it was something that brought her a minor satisfaction and besides he was told to put it on.. He smiled to himself.. There they are; the white shoes hidden under a pillow. He quickly stepped into them and latched the 4 inch heels to his feet, standing, rising to a height that always tickled him. The extra 4 inches gave him a height that had been awkward at first, not so much for the air around his head but the awkwardness and skill required around the ankles. Maneuverability was the key, especially when told to move and sometimes move fast; ankles and having the shoes on tight and secure. “Ready..” he said to himself as he looked and FELT the clothes on his body.. White shoes, stockings, pulled up over his long shaven legs, the feel of nylon holding his legs firmly in place. A feeling difficult to describe, a feeling running from the tip of his painted toes to the elastic band 4 inches below his panties.. he could feel every inch. When he focused on a spot anywhere, behind the knee, across the shin, behind the thigh…he could feel a tight smooth presence of cloth. The thought of it making his cock stiffen as again he examined himself.. Panties with an unusually large triangle covering his front. He knew she would enjoy the sheer, white triangle, big enough so that he would not be peeking out the side, sheer enough that she could see his hard cock and of course the matching of the outfit that was always required. He also suspected she liked grabbing the silk thong and pulling him upward as to emphasis a command.. or a specific direction.
Done! He was pleased. He turned to go meet her at the door for her inspection when she got home, and was shocked, scared him to death… It was upsetting to him to find her standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching him, quiet. “God Damn it,” .. he stammered.. “You startled me.” He raised his voice in embarrassed proclamation. “Jesus!”
She looked wonderful standing there in her blue business suit, beautiful red hair loose and flowing over one shoulder and spread across the front of her face on the other side..eyes twinkling and a huge smile spread across those beautiful lips. “Hi Baby,” she said.. “I'm sorry I startled you but I was caught up in watching you prepare and decided just to watch. It was fun and I loved watching your face as you were getting ready; makes me think you’re having TOO Good of a time!” she smiled and laughed playfully. ”Come let me see you…” she said. “Come here baby.” As she took my hand and led me out of the room and into the living room, (the living room I should have been in when she arrived home), she held my hand and drew me toward the center of the room. Eyeing my attire and running a hand across my bare ass, pulling the string ever so slightly as she hooked a finger in my thong.. Making me smile to myself as I enjoyed the tug. “Very good on the makeup,” she said... “And your stockings are straight for a change,” teasing me as she ran her hand up my legs, stopping at the band. “I think garters are in order for you today…” When she spoke there was a change in her tone... a slight but noticeable sense of seriousness not present seconds ago. I didn't know what to do. Does she want me to get the garters or to remain and listen? It was as if she had just remembered a thought. “Why were you not at the door??” she asked, her voice rising to the new level. “You knew I would be home early...aren’t you paying attention?” she asked in a quiet, firm voice.. I froze in acknowledgment.. God damn it!! She had said something about... I don't remember. “Yes dear, I'm sorry, Oh Honey,” I stammered, “I forgot.” She had told me this morning that because her schedule was so tight she would miss lunch and as a result would leave a few minutes early. I lapsed. She normally calls me from the car, but I knew this was no excuse. She looked at me sternly and in a quick turn of her heels guided me to the corner where she told me to stand. No kiss, no hug, no gentle touching of my cock. “Baby Please,” I whimpered, but she had disappeared. Returning moments later with the pacifier and looped string she placed over my head. “Open!” she commanded and put the baby’s comforter in my mouth.. I don't want to hear you talk..keep this in your mouth and keep quiet.. If this wont work well put in the ball gage and if that doesn’t work I'll have you sucking on a cock.. I knew she meant it and I also knew as she did the pacifier would be enough.
Standing in the corner as directed I was able to catch her reflection in the dining room hutch. Not being the first time in the corner she too was aware of this viewing capability.. She slowly unbuttoned her blue suit and stepped out of it as she was casually scanning the mail. Sitting with legs crossed at the dining room table, minus the dress, expensive beautiful matching Bra, panties and garter belt wrapped elegantly around her body. Contrasting magnificently with the golden glow of her skin; always dressed in a stylish, unique way; always highlighting the beauty she knew she had. I truly was so very lucky to be hers. There were many that would pay dearly to be in her company, other men were always present, often there was the ignorant loud flirt and boisterous come-on that beautiful women always draw. Then there is the elegant woman who draws the same naive solicitor, but she is also a draw for the much more sophisticated subtle challenger. All of them sensing the magic and allure of this terrific woman. All of them confident in the knowledge that they have what is necessary to please this lady. All of them with few exceptions, missing entirely the danger she holds just below the surface. And the fear she is capable of producing in moments unique to her whims. There are few capable of the desire, the need, the self satisfaction required to please her; the feelings of service so necessary that they become a prerequisite to even gaining a serious glimpse of her attention. I gaze at her in wonder and admiration not truly seeing that she too is looking at the reflection in the hutch. An amused look is on her face. I'm unsure if she is reading my mind as she often does or is deep in the plan for the evening and the details so seamless in her execution. I feel a stirring for her, a need for her, I want her so badly. I need her attention. A second, focused glance in her direction and I read unquestionably the skill of her reading my mind. In this second look, there is no question about her ability, it is if she were telling me: “I know you little boy, I know what you need, I know what you want...and I know what I will allow. You are mine, and I'll do with you what I wish.” This really isn't any surprise, she has trained me to her liking and I like her training.
After reading her mail and checking the phone for messages, she approaches me with the folded braided belt that has become a staple of our play and my discipline...she wraps the coiled cloth twice around my waist... hooking the latch on the front and binding my arms at my side to the two attached rings. I’m standing secured and upright in heels, stockings, panties and makeup. Arms bound at my hips, pacifier in my mouth ... she slips her hand into my panties and rubs gently, intently. Stroking and teasing the member into action...slowly growing harder in her warm soft hand...almost yearning for her touch it grows hard and erect, blood flows to the head. My balls recede and tighten as she cups them in her hand... grabbing the shaft she gently pulls in the direction she demands that me to follow, wordlessly she guides me back to the bedroom we had abandoned an hour before. Wordless, yet stern in her actions, she guides me to the bedside, so recognizable to me, where most morning rituals are conducted; a familiar place. She guides me to the footstool and onto my knees at the side of the bed. “Honey, I think I need service from you.” She smiles, gently grabbing my jaw and raising my head up, enabling her to look directly into my eyes, gentling rubbing her thumb across my cheek. There’s a slight smile on her face as she recognizes my desire to be touched and to touch, to lick, to suck, my yearning is almost tangible. Something she easily recognizes and has fostered and now will reap as her reward. My servicing of her and in return the servicing of myself…...slowly she raises one leg over my shoulder. Having me now with my head between her legs.. she slowly pulls gently on the pacifier in my mouth pulling lightly to the point of extraction and then just as quickly shoves it back in. Retreat and insert, retreat and insert.. I'm sucking it as she wishes and not a word has been said. “Good boy, do you like that? Do you like sucking that, baby. Should momma give you something else to suck?” she giggled. And then quickly she ripped the pacifier out of my mouth, grabbed the back of my head and quickly, forcefully drew me into her crotch, rubbing my nose and mouth against her panties, forcing me so fast and hard I couldn't even smell her, couldn't feel the soft silky material I so longed for. Her inner thighs wrapped against the sides of my face, exposing the tops of her nylons against my cheek, and also pressing the exposed skin of her leg, warm and soft, around my head. “Oh Honey, Baby, Mommy…... Oh Mommy, please,” I whimpered. She giggled again and pulled my head away. She held me tight as she slipped a finger into the leg opening of her panty and slowly pulled the panty away from her slightly wet pussy, and a very powerful and wonderful aroma filled my nostrils. “Oh Honey…,” I whispered as I viewed the flower I so badly needed to worship, was trained to worship. Slowly she pulled me into her. “Smell it. Lick it. Can you lap it for me my love? Can you do that? Can you show me how a good little boy can lap his mommy?” Pulling me into her, I extended my tongue, lapping her as I was told but careful not to give way to my desire to suck and lick to dive my tongue uncontrolled into her. No, taking as much as I could, but I have learned not to be too quick, she is in control and this is what she wants, what she demands and what she shall have. I lap away happily, contented to listen for new instructions. I feel her getting wetter in my mouth and feel the hardness of her little cock grow and protrude as I flatten my tongue against the slit and spread her lips with the width of my tongue. Lapping her as instructed, happy in my position, pleasing her as required and intent on her squirting into my mouth. I yearned for the final moments indicated by her pulling me even harder into her, to the point where breathing becomes a challenge. I can’t wait, I want her to fill my mouth, I am so ready.. Then she violently pulls me away! “No Precious, I only want a taste. Not yet, Baby, you can't have me yet. When I cum in your mouth I lose direction and desire. I want both of those things as I continue with your cock training.” Seconds, then minutes pass in limbo, my face still between her legs, deeply breathing in the heavenly aroma, listening intently as her breath returns from hurried tempo to a more normal rhythmic pace.
I felt her catch her breath felt a slowing of her pulse, through my cheeks, through her legs. I almost cum, but I was well aware that this would not be the right thing to do. She allowed the panty to fall back across her wet lips. She pulled and aligned the material to cover the now wet spot that continued to grow over the material. She drew me out from between her legs by pulling the hair at the back of my head and made me stand before her. My hard cock was peeking through the sheer material of the panties. She rose up before me and grabbed the crop, holding it close to the bed in its normal spot. Swinging hard, deliberately she spanks my ass and before a breath can be taken there is a second and a third.. shaking me with pain and drawing a subtle smile from my love. Reaching down to cup my balls in her hand and avoiding entirely the shaft.. she gently squeezes and slowly increases the pressure. Harder and harder.. drawing me up to the tips of my toes.. standing in my heels entirely on the tips..another 2 inches above the 4 inch heel.. releasing me she swings her leg over me and glides toward the secret drawer.. her drawer. In touch to me but yet untouchable.. Hers..and hers alone.. I'M not allowed.. I have been tempted but have been told Do Not Touch, Do not peek, Do Not Do Not.. I know little boys like adventure and can be bad and get into mischief.. but I do not touch..
I CAN TAKE A HINT.. Out of the drawer she pulls the training bag// the training bag for this particular course.. she throws the bag on the bed and finds the spreader bar from underneath the bed.. she kicks my legs apart and fastens my ankles to the bar.. 3 ft apart and secure by tight Velcro bonds.. she loosens my bound hands from the sides where they have been tied and raises my hands above me and ties them together and connects them to the bed frame on the other side of the bed. Bent over, legs spread at the ankles. Hands secure above my head with the Velcro strap securing my wrists tied to the frame on the other side.. My face laying gently on the bed.. inches away from the training bag.. secure in my position she touches and teases me .. rubbing her hands over my back, down my legs. Across my nylons and up over my shoulders, stopping to pinch my nipples.. startling me and irritating the skin.. reacting to my displeasure only brings more torment and pinching.. a gentle comment about being so sensitive baby.. what’s the matter honey she whispers in my ear..
Its ok baby.. mommy’s not going to hurt you as she pinches the nipple even more forcefully.. she slides her hand down to my cock touching it slightly and making me whimper.. again a squeeze of the nipple and a drawing of my breath. With out warning I feel her mouth on my breast and her teeth grabbing the nipple. Warm wet mouth.. a strong bite of nipple and a warm feeling in my panties.. it feels better.. it feels hard and I change and wish for more.. she bites and leaves saliva on the nipple and then withdraws and rubs her thumb across the swollen , engorged nipple.. There Baby, There was that so bad she cried. Smiling.. teasing and then pinching very hard the abandon, cold protruding hard nipple.
I lay my head down, breathing hard as I become aware of her opening the training bag.. not lifting it off the bed but sliding the zipper down as it lay flat within my eyesight.. purposeful and deliberately.. slowly she pulls out the black dildo and the two pink ones and finally a large purple one.. the one that mates with her harness. a large bottle of lubricant follows .. all the items lay inches away from my face.. Gently and lovingly she inquires are you my baby, are you going to make mommy happy \? are you going to behave and be trained some more. For me.. gently lovingly she whispers in my ear in between kisses and gentle touching of my body and gentle stroking of my cock.. I squirm in her arms. Desperate to please her, desperate to cum desperate to be trained by her // eager to find the black cock I had sucked and fucked at an earlier day.. Yes baby.. Tell me she commanded what do you want and I whimpered.. Please train me , please baby please let me suck your cock and in a final breath Please baby please fuck me .. please..
Grabbing the back of my head she pulled my head off the bed and forced the black cock between my lips and jammed it down my throat to the point of gagging. Take it baby suck it, suck it good.. make it wet and she guided the cock in a fucking motion into my mouth and reached around and pulled the string of my panties up into my ass. Your going to learn to like this baby, aren’t you baby she demanded.. from pulling of the string she switched to a hard rhythmic spanking hard . Deliberate and firm.. Don't you cum, don't you cum .. knowing full well this makes it so hard for me to be good.. spanking , stroking my cock and fucking my mouth.. ending with the threat .. baby you better make this wet because I'm going to stick it in your ass .. and not put lube on it.. huh baby, give it to me baby she implored. Bound held tight and at her mercy she spread my ass and slowly inserted the small black dick into the depth of my ass.
Fucking slowly and then faster as I could feel the cock along the insides of my ass and when fully inserted feel the tip hit my prostrate mimicking her finger when she would milk me of my cum..only minutes into this experience I found a second larger dildo in my mouth. Spreading my lips much like the first .. forced to suck it and swallow the length.. it was withdrawn and I was told to put out my tongue and lick it.. and I did.. insert and retract the rhythm of her fucking me in the ass and alternately fucking my mouth.. with out warning the black cock was withdrawn and the larger pink cock was laid tip to hole.. tightening my muscle involuntarily.. she spanked me hard and threatened the crop.. this time she lubed up the cock and slid it smoothly to the hilt ,, drawing a gasp from me and making her squeal with delight.. fucking me hard then soft.. hard than soft.. breaking down my resistance with a pleasure not previously felt.. Take it baby, take it for mommy baby.. good boy.. You're mommy is going to fuck you, your mommy is going to be the FIRST to fuck you.. show mommy how you do it.. and she sank the pink cock deeper into the ass drawing an unexpected rush of pleasure. Each cock took its turn, not necessarily longer but each dick noticeably thicker as she continued the routine of sucking, licking and then fucking..my ass... all followed with gentle warnings about cuming, spanking and ultimately my begging to please let me squirt.. Honey , mommy please let me cum in my panties I shrieked to the point of no control.. but like a fine musician with an instrument.. she played me to the edge of release and either pinched the head of my cock.. ( nearly causing an accident in its own application as I feel her hand slid into my panties) or would strike me quickly with the crop. Squirming yet restrained. My ass slippery with lubricant and multiple cocks. I truly was her toy..
Stopping unexpectedly she withdrew from the close quarters.. she had draped her nylon covered leg over me and as suddenly as she placed it on my body she stood out of range.. letting second lapse she moved to the side of the bed where my hands were tied to the frame.. seeking relief and comfort I was pleased and then quickly shocked.. she was not un tying me.. she was just getting into my sight as I lay head on the bed.. from a hidden outlet she drew out a long black belt with a cock harness visibly and unmistaken in its design.. grabbing my chin as before she forced my face up off the bed and placed a small pillow under my jaw.. watch baby she said momma's going to get prepared for that nice ass of yours. Wrapping the belt and harness over her.. I couldn’t help being concerned and conflicted.. she was going to fuck me and I was afraid and on the other hand she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I was hers, I struggled with the two thoughts finally taking satisfaction in the though I was going to do what ever makes her happy and I belonged to her and I trusted her.. I am her baby.
Reaching over me from the other side of the bed, harness and belt secure.. she lifted out the purple cock from the bag.. pulling it away from the others and sliding it into the harness. Still bending slightly over me she ran her hands through my hair, rubbed her thumbs along my jaw and uttered kind soft word into my ear.. mommy loves you best she would mummer, and softly slowly drew closer.. softly quietly she spoke.. Open Your mouth baby, open your mouth for mommy. Unlike the prior cocks forced between pursed lips.. this request, ( unknown to me) was a test... take it in your mouth baby suck it for mommy and as she asked I gently slid the head between my lips slowly and deliberately taking only the head kissing and licking it as if it were one of her wonderful nipples.. playing, sucking and licking , only the head, not under her direction or command but of my own accord , filling my mouth with the soft sided head..keeping it in my mouth just letting it lay there. nurturing it and loving it and then without thought I drew the shaft into my mouth intentionally, consciously slowly feeling the long sides of the shaft filling my mouth sliding it in and back, then feeling her withdraw the cock slowly back to just before the head. The forward again..Fucking me with the cock as she wished, her watching me in pleased quiet delight as she realized I was her cock sucker and I was her baby that she had trained me and that the future plans she had for me were quickly and happily moving forward as she had planned.
Pulling out slowly so as not to rob herself of this final sight.. she slid off the bed on her knees still in front of me. Grabbing the lube she applied a generous portion all the while telling me what a good boy I was and how proud she was of me. Explaining to me that this cock will be the featured cock for me and for her. This was to be a tool of her domination and she had plans to use it often and at her desired pace. Slowly she slid behind me and as before she put the tip of the large cock up against my ass hole but unlike before she violently drove the large pliable cock into my ass, and with a fervor not experienced before, she rammed and fucked me grabbing the sides of my hips; holding in one hand my garter belt and in the other a fistful of skin. Driving relentlessly, painfully making me uncomfortable and hurting me. Minutes passed, and then there was a noticeable change. The rhythm became more consistent and there was an audible change in her breathing and I could tell she was now almost singing as she fucked me, the tone and sound changing to a high pitched squeal as she came. Then she squealed again as she continued driving the cock deeper and stronger into my ass, I also had a change as the excitement rose, the cock was long and deep, round and pliable and with its withdrawal there was a sudden yearning to have it press forward against my gland. This urge became so apparent I felt almost angry at the withdrawal. I needed it, I needed it to press against me. I wanted to feel that pressure; to cum, to cum without the squirting so familiar when my loved fucked me with her finger milking my p and causing the release that just oozes out from within my body and culminates with fluid dripping in a steady stream without the spasm. Awkwardly I caught myself screaming to my Dom: “Oh please mommy fuck me, please mommy let me cum, please mommy don't stop!... Please, Please.” as I could feel myself climb closer to release. “Oh mommy,” I caught myself screaming, not knowing when I began or what I might have said prior. I just know I was hers, and I didn’t want her to stop and I was hopeless in my desire. Breaking this internal battle, breaking the conversation in my mind.and stopping all of my want; a sudden loud and very demanding command “NO!, NO You don't , don't you cum don't you dare squirt baby, don't you dare!” and a sharp strike of the crop across my ass. “NO, don’t you be bad!” as so many times in the past, her commands, the spanking and the threat of punishment combined to force a loss of control and immediately the liquid burst from my swollen cock drenching my panties with a thick continuous flow. Running like a faucet wetting my panties, dripping hot and sticky. I screamed “Mommy, I can’t help it, I'm cumming, baby I'm cummion , please I'm sorry!” Another strike of the crop left me breathless and a giant moan pierced the air, but not of my making, I could feel her shudder, again she drove the dick forward, gasping for air she threw her hips against my ass, slamming the harness and her missle as deep as she possibly could. Ddeeper in me than at any other time of my training. "I'm fucking you baby," she screamed, rising up to shudder again," I'm fucking you hard" she said as she released her grip on my garter and grabbed a handful of hair. Riding me from behind, squirting and shaking as she rocked me, each thrust forcing me to arch by back and search for a sense of balance,each thrust of hers releasing a torrent of fine light spray; I could feel her cum dripping on my exposed ass. Until finally releasing me and falling across my back burying her head in the base of my neck. panting and sighing. both of us exhausted by her domination and my submission, both of us drianed of loving fluid soaking the sheets and sticking our hot body parts together . she held me in her arms, her muscles and nerves relaxing.. sliding her cock out of my ass, I felt relieved and comforted as a hot dripping fluid filled the cheaks of my ass, hot yet quickly cooling as it drained from my body.
Some moments later as I curled up in her lap, fetal position with my lips bound hard around her nipple, sucking and licking as she directed. eyes closed, gently sucking and lapping , searching and seeking to have as much tit in my mouth as possible yet still allowing the gentle push and pull of contented nursing. forbidden slurping sounds temporarily allowed, and gratefully given. gently teething the golden nipple she had given me.. her hand held under her breast, she guided me and feed me as I sought this nourishing touch. she in turn looked down on me, holding me, holding her breast; waiting to feed me the unattended nipple at the slightest break in my rythem. waiting , waiting.... feeling content as she watched and listen, enjoying the suckling and the sound. aware of her own seeking a feeling of that familiar heat she knew would soon grow between her legs. different in sensation but no less pleasurable.. still wet from her ride.this moisture she knew would only add to her comming warmth and glow. This continuation of passion she sought was but another of the sensations she had trained him to give and was expected of him to finish. Basking in the energy and yet exhausted by the scene. She had a quick slice of reflection. Knowing where they had begun and very aware of what had just taken place She smiled to herself, Holding him tight in her arms, secure to her breast, listening to his feeding, feeling his silky undergarments rubbing against her. She was secure in her position and his. “Yes, indeed..” she said to herself with a smile, “He is coming along very niced and so are my plans.”
