Kneeling in support

The writing has been on the wall since the start. Deep down you know that I know how this will all shake out. BUT, when I left this morning my blue eyes were set and intense, I had worn a freshly pressed and cleaned suit, my white shirt couldn’t have been more starched, and the tie was regulated by the electric company there was so much power flowing through it. You watched from the bed as I dawned each of these things.

I had woken you slightly as I rolled out of bed at 3:30 A.M. to go run. And you remembered watching me strip for a shower but you woke up to see me standing beside the bed, my clothes laid on the bench that normally served other more kinky purposes. The navy towel wrapped around my waist was removed leaving me naked, my short hair was either covered in product or wet, you can smell the Irish Spring scent of my body wash. As I begin to dress you can almost imagine I am putting on armor for the battle that lies ahead.

The case had been on the news, same as it had been for the past eight weeks. Through it all my involvement at home hadn’t waned. The fridge remained full, menus were created, laundry done and folded. I was there, but not really, when called upon I was able to be summoned, but you know that in this literal life and death case that I expect you to speak to your needs if they aren’t being fulfilled. You haven’t had to once.

At 10 you like the rest of the populous tune in. You haven’t done it of your own volition once over the past eight weeks, sure you have swelled with pride internally as people have turned on the coverage, but you also have kept quiet as they criticize “the bastard” who is representing the monster. It has led to me holding you at nights as you cry from their suggestions that I should get the same as him.

Your co-workers gather around your computer screen. And the office you run stops. The world in fact seems to stop. Your Sir stands and gives an impassioned plea, in fact you know because of your having camped in my home office some nights and having heard my discussions with others, I am the only one who seems willing to do so. You can feel the Wolf pour from me, and you know there is a true belief in my passion and words. You see my hand rest on my clients shoulder, likely the last compassionate touch he may ever feel. And you see me sit.

“I affirm the jury’s recommendation and hereby sentence you to be put to death in accordance with the manners prescribed by law.” Applause drowns out all other audio. Almost as if your pleading to see your Sir, to know he is ok, the camera pans to me. I am leaning into my client, my arms around him, holding him and no doubt speaking words of consolation and strength to him. You can almost see me passing my strength to him. The burly tactically dressed officers lead him away. And there just before the camera kills its feed you see your Sir. Sitting at counsel table and when he suspects the attention is elsewhere I collapse, my head in my hands which gently lower to the table. Black screen.

You scramble to the Facebook feed. God bless Facebook, and Facebook Live. There is a party being thrown in front of the courthouse. Complete with Purple and Yellow balloons, music, streamers, posters and signs. #Justicefor…. is trending. The revelry stops, the mood sours, you see your warrior as he tries to give a wide berth. The crowd swarms. Your breath catches. You know despite requests and even some demands from yourself and security at the courthouse I have refused to wear a vest under my suit. “I am not afraid and will not allow anyone to think different. No fear.” The camera catches the victims daughter approach me and slap me forcefully across the face before she is dragged away. The spit flies, the chants of “burn in hell”, the taunts of I’m as inhuman as him.

The day drags on, until you are freed. You drive home and see my car in the driveway. You walk into the house to the delicious smells of dinner staying warm in the oven. You see the kitchen is cleaned, and the laundry is folded awaiting you putting them away. A sleepover has been undertaken at my parents house. The doors to my office are closed and music is playing inside.

You walk upstairs and change your clothes, seeing my suit lying on the bed.

You enter my office and resist the temptation to just come over to me. No, normal needs to be re-established. You kneel beside my desk and look at me. You can tell I am writing my appellate issues for the State’s Public Defender and see Ineffective Assistance of Counsel being typed. You know that is always last, not because I believe it to be true but because I always want there to be every chance given to clients on appeals. I sit back and look at you. My blue eyes are dulled and the exhaustion is evident. They focus on you.

“Hey there babygirl, whatcha doing””

“I’ve got you Sir, even as I kneel I’ve got you”

 

I want to tell you a story

Your eyes look at me as I stand beside the bed. The underbed restraint system is pulled taut and not a one of your wrists or ankles will be moving. You are naked and I am wearing the suit I wore to work today, a dress shirt, a “preppy” tie. The silence is deafening as I walk over to you and smile. I run my hands over your feet and ankles. And then I begin to speak.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. A story about a young boy who was such a good baby that his parents had another. And this new baby became their favorite and could do no wrong. And the young boy spent from that moment on having to aim for perfection so that he could edge into the conversation of their affections.”

I walk over to my closet as I remove my jacket and hang it up. Then I walk back my eyes looking at yours my hands gently squeeze your hand and my fingertips trail down your palm.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. A story about how that young boy grew and was tall, but had the coordination of a labrador retriever puppy. Big feet that he didn’t grow into until much later. And how this lead to bullying and teasing.”

I walk back over to the closet and remove my tie and dress shirt, hang them up and walk back over to you tracing my fingers over your cheek.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. A story about how that young boy developed into a young man. And how he developed confidence as he entered high school. And how that confidence was shattered in the locker room of the high school by three senior football players who were never brought to answer for their actions.”

I walk back over to the closet and remove my suit pants, hang them with my suit jacket and walk back over to you my hands trace up your thighs.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. A story not unlike the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Where that boy overcame what happened to him and then experienced three women he had long term relationships with. How one was too hot, one was too cold, and one he believed to be just right.”

I walk back to the changing area in the closet and remove my undershirt leaving me bare chested, a bulge evident in my tight boxer briefs. I walk back to you and my fingers gently trace your nipples as they harden under my touch.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. A story of how this boy discovered the other sides of him. The boy who was now a man and was good, kind, gentle, loyal and chivalrous. The Wolf who was primal, cunning, and fierce, but still loyal. And the Darkness who was purely about chaos, control, domination, and sadistic ownership.”

I stand back from you and slide myself free of my last remaining article of clothing. My manhood is erect and I walk back to you my fingers finding your sex and rubbing up it.

“I want to tell you a story babygirl. But I cannot, for you see it is still being written. I can tell you how I hope it will play out, how it will all become real and these binds won’t be needed, how I will entangle your mind to me and only me. And how you will realize the inevitablity of it all. But I cannot, this won’t be a fairytale babygirl, but I am offering to be a knight in shining armor which is why I want to tell you this story babygirl, why I want to be a naked and exposed as can be, why I want to show you all the parts of that Man, Wolf, and Darkness so you can decide for yourself. Do you wish for this?”

Your eyes open having closed as I rubbed. You open your mouth and simply say…

A sleigh ride together with you

I will admit I was a bit hesitant to post this given that we are entering the hottest part of the year in the US and most of the Northern Hemisphere (I suppose its right in line with the Aussies on the page though) but I also felt that it would be good to get it out and if I resurrect it at Christmas time, so be it. 

I arrive home after yet another (Seriously four solid weeks of them) late night at my office. I am at least sans briefcase this time and walk in looking as weary as I feel. My hair is slightly ajar, my suit coat is off and under my arm, my dress shirt sleeves rolled, tie undone, and top button of shirt is unbuttoned.

You meet me with an embrace burying your nose into my shirt and getting the still present scent of my cologne mixed with Irish Spring body wash mixed with my body chemistry. You softly kiss the white material, being careful not to leave a smudge. And then you back away your eyes coming up to meet mine.

While my eyes are tired, and perhaps just a bit duller than the typical, the blue intensity announces that I am still very much ready for action and still coming off my day.

“May I?” You inquire as you reach out for my jacket. Your eyes are shy but the flash of desire peeks out.

I nod and allow you to take the jacket which you hang on a suit hanger you had placed on the door handle to the coat closet. You then kneel before me and begin untying my shoes and removing them. You then stand and take my hand and gently lead me to the bedroom where you set the suit jacket and hanger in the closet before unrolling my sleeves and then unbuttoning my shirt. My tie comes looser and looser until it comes untied as you spread the sides of the shirt. You walk behind me and remove my shirt placing it on its own hanger.

I notice for the first time as you hang the shirt that you are clad in a sports bra and booty pajama shorts. You walk back to me and unbuckle my belt before looking at me as you fold it in half and hold it before me. “Will we be needing this Sir?”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Only if you got something you wish to confess babe” My eyes look into yours and hold them in my stare.

You slowly shake your head and smile “Only if Sir thinks that’s necessary for Him to get what he needs”. I will just put it over here while Sir decides. You walk over and set the belt on the bed.

You walk back over and unbutton my suit pants and help me to step out of them, you fold them and walk over to the closet putting them on the hanger. You then walk behind me and lift the shirt over my head and put it into the laundry. You then walk in front of me and kneel looking up with your bright eyes.

“I laid out something for Sir for bed. Would you like me to get them?”

I nod and watch as you walk over to our King bed with a sleigh frame. And then rather than going to the side you bend over the end of the bed. At your waist. Your shorts revealing your pale cheeks.

To say that the exhaustion of the day disappeared quickly would be like saying that the Roman Empire had a bad couple of months. I am upon you quickly and place my left hand on the middle of your back as my right strips your shorts down over your hips and down your legs as the added push of my hand has you on your toes with you ass now prominently present over the wood of the frame.

“Oh my gosh Sir, please, take me!” You shout in excitement having woken the Wolf just as you planned.

But then to your surprise you are lifted off the wood. I turn you to me and kiss you heavily. Your breath quickens at this seemingly conciliatory act but one that you very much enjoy as well. As we kiss your shirt is taken over your head and my hand finds its way behind your head and my fingers intertwine in your hair.

A pull, and the blue eyes of your Wolf are inches away from yours. “Kneel”

You hit your knees quickly and stare straight ahead as I walk behind you towards the bed. You hear movement, you hear metal, and you hear your heart pounding. You never know what will happen when you awaken the Wolf inside your Sir, and you just pray you’re ready for what is to come.

You feel my hand in your hair again and find yourself standing with assistance and then being conducted back over the sleigh footboard. A soft towel is over the wood. Protection for me or the bed? You wonder internally. You feel my hands over your wrists as I secure your hands straight out like you are trying to take flight with wings. The cuffs are soft on your wrists and hold you in place. You feel me purposely pushing against you my cock hard inside my boxers.

My foot is between your feet and pushes your feet apart before you feel another set of cuffs around your ankles as a spreader bar is attached exposing all of you to the room beyond the bed. A slight squirm by you, half resisting, half testing my work.

SMACK my hand lands flush SMACK the other cheek feels more of the same. I begin to swat your ass with my hand. A moderate intensity and cadence which sets about pinkening the globes. The small noises that you emit are exquisite and spur me on.

You see my hands retrieve my belt and hear the leather snap as the fold is tested in my hands. You brace until my hand gently rubs “don’t tense baby, it will hurt more”

The leather of my belt bites as it lands the first stroke, but its obvious that this is for fun not at all punitive. You moan softly as the sweet sting sets into your rear, just as another is falling.

I paint your rear a reddish color the stripes appearing and then being covered over by an overlapping strike a few minutes later.

I take a step back and look at my work before stepping forward and gently running my hands over your hot ass. I feel the slight squirms and hear the soft groans and moans as my fingertips traverse the heat of your rear. Then I feel the wetness between your legs. You are practically dripping.

“Enjoying this little session baby?”, I ask.

You nod your head furiously still in your head, unable to speak. I climb on the bed and make the mental also physical as I strip off my underwear and bury my cock in your mouth leaving you nowhere to go but to take it. Your eyes go wide and then close at the sensation of my sliding deep into your mouth. I begin to fuck your mouth my hands holding behind your head as I do.

Small gags, gasps, and the sounds of being face fucked come from my waistline. I pull out, big gasp of air. I resume, and the glub, glub, glub of the fucking resumes.

I pull out and your head goes limp, your breath heavily until your head shoots up as you feel my fingers rubbing the outside of your pussy. Then the head of my cock. But just momentarily. A straight push in. Your hips can’t go anywhere and my hips drive into yours. You have become so horny having not gotten to play with your Sir the last few days. You aren’t permitted to cum unless he provides assistance or permission and its been lacking the last few days.

“PLEASE SIR, I NEEDA CUM” You scream out.

A chuckle, a swat “Already? My we were a horny little sub weren’t we?”

“YESSSSSSS, P-P-P-PLEASE SSSSSSSIRRRRR”

I lean over you my hips grinding against your still sore ass, I hear the gasp that is masked by the pleasure you’re feeling and lift your head as I growl into your ear with a bite “Cum for Me.”

You tighten immediately. You shudder, Its as if electricity is passed through you. And you keep going, and going, and going. And then just as suddenly as you started, I feel you relax. Spent. I’m fairly certain you had multiple orgasms, chained together. I am also surprised you didn’t break the straps holding your arms as I could see the tension you placed on them.

I pull out and hear a tired whine. A beg for me to cum inside you.

But that’s not what tonight is about, tonight is about reclaiming what’s Mine. It’s been far too long. No I pull out and allow myself to cum all over your back and ass. It drips in a hot current as it cascades down and onto the towel over the bed which is been absorbing the juices you released as well.

You feel my strong hands releasing the cuffs on the spreader, and the cuffs on your wrists. You remain slumped over the sleigh rail. A warm wash cloth is applied and cleans the remaining mess. You are picked up and carried around to the side of the bed and soon are enveloped by my strong arms as you snuggle in.

“Sir?”

“Yes babygirl”

“Is that what they mean in that song about a sleigh ride together with you?”

The wolf disappears as sudden as he appeared and your Sir laughs as I pull you in closer.

Date night Part 5

“Your ass is turning really red… Do you want to see?” I ask.
“Yes, please, sir…”

Stepping back, you hear the click of my camera, then a pause and a sharp intake of breath. I bring my phone to you and show you the picture. Seeing yourself in such a vulnerable state, with your ass a bright, stinging red, makes your juices drip down your legs.

I smile and put down my phone.

“Such a naughty girl… You like to see yourself like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And I know how much you love to feel your ass jiggle when I spank you, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, s–”

SMACK.

I cut you off with the hardest blow yet, making you cry out in pleasurable agony.

“Like that?”
“…Yes…”

SMACK.

“Yes, what?”

SMACK

“…ooooh, yes, sir….”
“What do you say when I give you what you like?”

SMACK

“…mmmm, thank you–” SMACK “…thank you, sir…”
“That’s my good girl.”

I spank you a few more times, letting your ass quiver with each blow. Then I grab you by the hair again and lead you over to the bed.

“Bend over.”

You bend at the waist, placing your hands on the bed.

“On your forearms.”

You bend over more, leaning on your forearms, offering your ass up to me. I pull your panties down around your ankles.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

You do as you’re told, spreading wide and opening your wet, dripping pussy for me to enjoy.

Sure enough, you feel my fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, moving up towards the slickness between your legs.

“Mmmm… someone really likes being punished…”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me how much.”
“I love it when you punish me, sir.”
“Mmmhmm…”

I run my fingers along your inner thighs, your wet lips, your clit… you moan and wriggle against my hand.

“Mmm… I need to be punished…”
“Yes, you do. Because you’re a naughty, dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I’m your naughty, dirty girl.”
“That’s right you are… and you’ve been extra naughty tonight… You need to have your ass spanked more, but I think you also need extra punishment for being extra naughty. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please, sir…”
“Where else should I spank you?”

My fingers play with your wetness, spreading it all over your tender skin.

“Umm… my pussy, sir?”
“Beg me for it. I love it when you beg…”
“Mmmm… please, please spank my pussy… I have to learn my lesson… please, sir… spank my pussy and punish me for being such a naughty slut–”

Smack.

The smack between your legs is amplified by how wet you are. You cry out from the sting of it, hearing me chuckle as I caress your aching skin.

“Oh, you’re a slut now are you? I thought slutty girls were naughty for lots of different people…”
“Can I… May I… just be a slut for you, sir?”

I laugh and slap your dripping pussy again, and again, making you moan and squirm.

“Yes, you may. But that means you have to do anything (smack!) and everything (smack!) I say, whenever (smack!) and wherever (smack!) I want you to. Can you do that for me?”
“Ohhh… yes, yes sir… I promise…”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll do anything and everything you say,” (smack!) “Mmm… whenever and wherever you want…” (smack!)

I lean forward and murmur in your ear.

“That’s my good, naughty little slut.” I grab you by the hair again, pulling you upright. You cry out and bite your lip. I release you and sit on the bed, looking you up and down. “Naughty little sluts take their punishment over the knee. Lie down across my lap, with your legs and your ass spread for me.”
“Yes, sir…”

Crawling onto the bed, you drape your exposed, tender body over my lap, tilting your ass up a little and spreading your legs for me. My hands caress your naked skin as I murmur appreciatively.

“Mmmm… I like you like this. So vulnerable and… accessible…”

With one hand I reach into your bra, squeezing your tits and pinching your nipples. With the other hand, I shove my fingers deep inside you. You’re moaning and panting and writhing, as my hands grow stronger and more aggressive in their assault on your body. It’s pushing you over the edge, making you desperate to come…

You hear the cocky grin in my voice as I ask, “Do you like that?”
“God…. mmmm… yes, yes, yes… I love it….”
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes, oh god, yes…”

Abruptly my hands stop and release you.

“I don’t want you to come just yet. Your punishment isn’t over.”

You whimper in delicious agony as I place my forearm across the small of your back, pinning you down. With my other hand, I spank your ass again and again and again, each blow harder than the one before.

Your breath is ragged as you moan and cry out. Pinned against me, you’re unable to squirm, giving you the full force of my brutal attack. It’s making you so wet that your juices are dripping down to your knees…your calves… your ankles…

Scooting us both forward, I sit on the edge of the bed so your feet touch the floor and your torso is bent over my knees. Your hands don’t quite reach the ground, so you cling to my thigh, your tits spilling out of your bra. I reach down and rip your panties off of your ankles, tossing them aside.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

You do as you’re told, and the assault begins again immediately. But this time I alternate, spanking your ass and your pussy like a ferocious animal. There is no pausing to ask if you like it, your body is clearly mine to possess and punish as I see fit. You surrender to me completely, crying out as you revel in the delicious pain and the potency of my power over you.

When I stop, you’re allowed to catch your breath for only a moment before I stand up, lifting you to your feet in the process. I unclasp your bra and rip it from your body, assailing your tits with my tongue and my teeth. Then I straighten up and give each of your tits a few sharp, stinging smacks. I turn you towards the bed and bend you over, kicking your feet apart to spread your legs wide…

“Jesus Christ… you are so fucking wet… and your ass… uggghhhh… so red and bright and swollen….”

As I stand behind you, enjoy the effects of my work, you hear me taking off my clothes. The next thing you know, my hard cock is teasing between your legs, as I move it up and down your dripping pussy.

“Mmmm… you’re so…. sloppy… fuck. I love it…”

With that I start to slip myself inside you, and you tilt your hips back, eager and moaning… Suddenly I stop and pull back, my hands resting lightly on your hips.

“Wait, did you want me to fuck you?”
“Christ, YES. Please, please…”
“Are you sure?” You can hear me grinning.

Sometimes I’m an infuriating bastard.

“Goddamnit, YES. Please fuck me. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything–”

You groan with pleasure, relieved and grateful as I slam myself inside you. Forcefully digging my hands into your hips, I thrust and thrust and thrust, drilling my cock between your legs. I slap your red, burning, sensitive ass cheeks, heightening the sensation of my welcome assault on your body. I work you over until you don’t think you can take anymore, which is when I reach around your waist and press my fingers into your clit. As I rub and squeeze and fuck you, you’re sent into orbit. You don’t know what you say or how loud you are, you only know that alongside the intensity of your orgasm, you feel me come inside you, in a moment of pure ecstasy.

We collapse on the bed – hot, sweaty, panting. Entwined in each other’s limbs, you tilt your face up towards mine so I can kiss you, long and slow and deep.

Wrapping you in my arms, you snuggle against my chest. I stroke your hair, and as we both sleepily drift off you hear me whisper…

“That’s my good girl.”

You smile against the warmth of my skin.

Date Night Part 4

Back in our room, you tell me how openly the valet stared at your tits. I give them a once over and grin.

“Well they’re enough to ogle on their own, but it’s no wonder…”

You follow my gaze and notice that your cleavage is smattered with dried fluids, most likely a combination of both mine and yours. You smile and blush, biting your lip.

“I suppose I can’t really blame him…”

I walk over to you and put my hands on your hips, pulling you close.

“It’s just one piece of evidence, showing how naughty you were tonight. And you loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”

Clasping your chin, I tilt your gaze up to meet mine.

“You were a very, very naughty girl… and I am going to fuck you, but not until you’ve been punished. Severely punished. Understood?”

You nod, eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. And I want you to get cleaned up first.”

Moving over to your suitcase, I find a new outfit for you to wear: a tight, black miniskirt, a small, sheer white blouse, and a red, lacy bra and panty set – the bra designed for maximum cleavage, the panties a tiny thong.

“Should I keep wearing these?” You ask, looking down at your strappy gold heels.

“Yes. Leave them on the whole time, while you go into the bathroom and freshen up. Use a warm, soapy washcloth first, and a cool, clean one after. Once you’ve dried off, put these on.”

I hand you the bundle of fresh clothes and you nod.

“And remember, if you need to bend over, always bend from the waist, with your ass towards me. Leave the door open, so I can make sure you follow instructions.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”

I give you a little swat on your ass as you head into the bathroom. Stripping off your clothes until you’re naked except for your heels, you clean yourself off as directed. I sit on the bed, alternately watching you and flipping channels on the TV.

You’re very careful to follow my exact orders. If your punishment is already going to be severe, you know that messing up now would make it almost unbearable. Once when you’re bent over, stepping into your panties, you hear the click of the camera on my phone. You flush with excitement, knowing I’ve taken a picture of you in such a vulnerable position.

After you’re finished and dressed again, you emerge from the bathroom for my approval. I’ve taken off my dress shirt, leaving me in slacks and a tight undershirt that shows off my enticing muscles.

“Turn around slowly,” I command.

You obey, flaunting your curves that make your skirt pull at the seams and strain the buttons on the blouse that reveals your red bra through the thin, sheer fabric. I must notice the strain, too, because I tell you to unbutton the first few buttons. You do as instructed, putting your cleavage on display for me. Then I direct you over to the desk by the window and tell you to sit down. The curtains are closed and there’s a soft, warm glow from the lamp next to the desk.

When you sit, you notice that I’ve placed a pen and a notepad on top of the desk. I walk over and stand above you, my hands on your shoulders.

“What are these for?” You ask.
“Well, I need to decide exactly how severe your punishment will be, so we’re going to make a list of all the naughty things you’ve done tonight. There are so many to keep track of…”

You blush furiously, thinking about all the naughty, dirty things you’ve done for me in one evening. My hands slip down onto your cleavage as I continue.

“For each naughty thing, I want you to tell me exactly what you did, and then I want you to write it down. When we’re done, I’ll decide on your punishment. Start with right before we left for dinner.”

As I let go of your tits, you clear your throat and pick up the pen and notepad. Your body is flushed as the memories of your naughty behavior come flooding back.

“Um… in the bathroom, I um, I let you take a naughty picture of me.”
“Yes, you did. And how did you pose for me in that picture?”
“I was… leaning against the sink, with my back to you… my dress was pulled up over my ass, and you pulled my panties down around my ankles… and the straps of my dress down onto my shoulders… then you made me spread my legs and look over my shoulder at you… and bite my lip.”

You notice I’ve been looking at my phone as you talked.

“That’s exactly right,” I say, as I show you that very same picture. You feel your panties moisten as you look at your exposed body, on display for me. “Now write it down.”

You write ‘Posed for naughty photo’ on the list, and try to remember what came next.

“In the car–”
“No, first…”
“Oh! In the elevator… I told you that I was so wet I was dripping, and I let you lick my juices off of me and bite my thigh, really hard.”
“Show me.”

You uncross your legs and open them wide enough for me to see the bruise and the bite marks that I left on the skin of your upper thigh. I squat down to examine my handiwork.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“A little.”

I run my tongue over the tender spot, making you shiver. Then you hear my murmur something about how it looks like it’s fading, just before my lips and teeth clamp down on your flesh. Instinctively, you cry out as your back arches and your legs try to squeeze together. I don’t release my bite, but instead press my hands against your knees and force your legs apart, spreading them as wide as they’ll go. Then I bite and suck harder, making you cry out in delicious agony as you fall back against your chair.

Deciding you’ve had enough for the moment, I sit back and study the fresh markings. You keep your legs spread wide for me as I assess the damage – deep, sharp impressions of your teeth, the darkened bruise now covered in saliva and swelling slightly.

“That’s better,” I say, standing and taking a seat across from you. “Put it on the list.”

You don’t dare close your legs, as I haven’t instructed you to, but you sit forward and do as you’re told. You squirm a little in your seat, as it’s occurred to you that I’m essentially making you relive all of your naughty behavior, and you know what’s coming next…

“What’s next?” I ask, as if reading your mind.
“Um…”

I smile at your hesitation.

“You can relax your legs, but keep your knees apart.”

You let your legs fall a little closer together, sitting up in your chair with your knees apart and your cleavage on display. You look down at your red lacy bra and my cheeks flush as you continue.

“In the car, I showed you my tits and let you torment them… while strangers watched.”
“Ah, that’s right… And you loved that, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you always been turned on by exhibitionism?”
“Um, yes… I mean, other people’s… I’ve never really done it myself. That was my first time.”

I shift in my chair and grin at you.

“It was your first time, and you just did it, just like that?”
“Yes.”
“Because I told you to?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck, I love that. When you just obey me without question… it’s the hottest thing ever.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And you’ll really do anything I tell you to, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I’m your good, naughty girl.”
“That’s right. All mine…” I lean back, my eyes drinking you in. “Take off your blouse.”

As you start to undo the buttons, I casually reach up toward the window and pull the cord, opening the curtains. Startled, you freeze for a moment and look outside. The hotel is in a U shape, and while the opposite rooms are a ways across the courtyard, it’s clear from our view into other rooms with open curtains – people watching TV, pouring drinks, lounging about – that should anyone look our way, the scene in our room will be highly visible.

I clear my throat, drawing your attention back to me. My face is stern, my voice firm and commanding.

“Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, sir.”
“Then keep going.” You hastily work the rest of the buttons open and remove your blouse. My face relaxes into an easy, confident smirk that fills your body with fire. “That’s my good girl. If you hesitate again, I might have to leave the curtains open so all of these people can see you being punished. Is that clear?”

The thought of anyone watching me spank you leads to so many conflicting feelings – excitement, humiliation, uncertainty – but you also notice the tingling wetness between your legs… you nod and stammer out a “Yes, sir,” your breath slightly ragged.

“Good. Now pull your bra down until it’s around your waist.”

You obey immediately, but without rushing, because you know how much I enjoy the anticipation. Slowly, you pull each of the straps off your shoulders, and slide your bra down to your waist. Your full, heavy tits are still perky enough to stand at attention, and now they’re on display for anyone who cares to look in the window.

For a moment I simply look at you, sitting there for me with your tits naked and your legs open. Then I lean forward, a hungry look in my eyes.

“Torment them for me.” You let out a small whimper, knowing that quite a few strangers will be able to see you fondling myself. Your face flushes red, as the thought both arouses and embarrasses you. I smile when I see you blush. “And don’t hold back. Do everything you’ve done for me in private. Tease your nipples, squeeze and pinch and slap your tits until they’re red for me.”

You’re already warm and tingly as you reach up and caress your nipples. Your breath catches, and I grin as I lean back in my chair. Following my instructions, you pinch and squeeze your tits, paying extra attention to your nipples because it turns you on like crazy, soaking your panties in the process. You give both of your tits a sharp smack, crying out at the pleasurable pain. It makes you moan and squirm in your chair, torturing yourself like this. I’ve been watching you eagerly, but then I glance out the window and smile.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing, but take a look at your audience.”

You turn only your face to look outside, and you see a group of teenagers directly across from us. They’re mostly in bathing suits, clearly partying; you can’t tell how many there are. The guys look like they’re cheering, and the girls are pointing, whispering, and laughing. A couple of them – guys and girls – have their phones out. They could be taking pictures or videos, but you can’t stop because I told you not to. You keep pinching, squeezing, and slapping your tits, and it feels so good you can’t help but moan with pleasure, wriggling in your seat, even with all of those people watching, probably filming you… you could end up on the Internet, tormenting your tits and clearly loving every second of it…

The curtains close, and you look back over to me. I stand up and walk over to you.

“That’s enough for them. The rest is just for me.”

I take your hands and place them in your lap, and then I squeeze your tits, rubbing your nipples with my thumbs. Your breath grows ragged again and you start to lean back, but I tell you to sit up straight.

“Yes, sir.” You sit up, shoulders back, groaning while I fondle you.
“Did you like that? Tormenting your tits in such an exposed way?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did it make your pussy wet?”
“Yes, it did, sir.”
“Hmm, let’s see…”

One of my hands slips between your legs, pulling your panties to the side and feeling the sloppy wetness. You moan louder and squirm more.

“Looks like you really liked it. My naughty girl is very, very wet.”
“Yes… sir…”

Abruptly, I turn and walk back to my chair, leaving you exposed and panting.

“Put it on the list,” I command, resuming my seat.

Your hands shaking, you pick up the pen and paper. Your tits are still on display, and they jiggle as you write. It makes you really hot and bothered when I watch your tits jiggle and bounce, so you’re a little disappointed when you’re done writing and I tell you to put your bra back on.

We move on to the restaurant, adding your bathroom video (which of course I make you watch again), your under-the-table orgasm (which we don’t reenact because I tell you you’re not allowed to come yet), and your naughty parking lot behavior to the list. When we reach the moment in the car, where you asked me to let you suck my cock more on the drive back, I cross over to you and run my fingers through your hair. With a sharp tug, I pull your head back by your hair, tilting your face up towards me.

“Open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, and I grin down at you.

“Wider.”

You open wider, and I stick a couple of my fingers in your mouth, caressing your tongue and making you drool just a little.

“Take my cock out for me,” I demand, and you obey. “Now stick out your tongue.”

Again you do as you’re told, and I reward you by rubbing my cock on your tongue and your cheeks, spreading your saliva over your face. Then I slip myself inside your mouth, guiding you up and down my hard cock, telling you what a good girl you are. I pull you back by your hair again and tilt your head up towards me.

“That’s quite a list of naughty behavior.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to have to be punished in a number of ways…”
“Yes, sir.”

I shove my cock back into your mouth and thrust, in and out, in and out… Then I pull your head back again.

“Why should I punish you?” I ask.
“Because I’ve been a very, very naughty girl…”
“Mmhmm…”
“And I deserve it.”
“That’s right, you do… Grab your elbows behind your back.”

You follow my orders, making your tits stick out even more, and then my cock is plunging into your mouth again, making you moan and drool all over yourself and me. With a few final slams into the back of your throat, I smile and force you to look up at me again.

“Why do you deserve to be punished?”
“Because I… need to be taught a lesson.”
“And what lesson is that?”
“What happens to naughty girls like me who… who can’t get enough…”
“That’s right. And do you promise to do whatever I say?”
“Yes, sir. I promise. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Good girl.”

I reach down and rub my cock on your lips and face.

“Beg me for it. Beg for your punishment.”
“Please, sir, please punish me…” your cock slips in and out of my mouth… “Please, I need to be punished…” again, I slide myself in and out, cutting off your words as you do your best to beg… “Mmm… please, please punish me, sir… I’ve been so very naughty… mmm… please, I’ll do anything… anything you say…”

Grabbing your hair even harder, I pull you up onto your feet, turning you to face the desk.

“Put your hands on the desk.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward without bending over too much. You know that in this position your ass will jiggle each time I spank you, and your body tingles with anticipation.

I tug your skirt up, exposing your red, lacy thong. After a moment where you can feel my eyes poring over you, I tug at your panties – first pulling them up sharply between you legs, making you writhe and moan. Then I yank them down around your knees and direct you to spread your legs, wide. You spread them as far as your panties will allow, and again there is a pause as you appraise your cleavage, your legs spread wide for me, and your naked bottom awaiting punishment.

One at a time, I pull your bra straps down off your shoulders, then run my hand down the length of your back to your exposed ass. Without warning, I deliver a hard, sharp smack, and you gasp, falling forward slightly.

“Hold still,” I command.
“Yes, sir.”

You brace yourself to take the force of my blows. After each spanking I watch your ass jiggle, waiting until your flesh is still before spanking you again. You moan and whimper with each hit, doing your best to hold still as instructed. I spank you over and over and over…

 

 

Date night part 3

After an incredible meal and a bottle of champagne between us, we settle the bill and head out to the car.

The night air is slightly cool and invigorating. Your cheeks are flushed from wine and other delights. We head across the parking lot to the far end, where the car sits well isolated and dimly lit.

At the car, I unlock your door, but instead of opening it for you I press you up against it, and press my body against yours. You start to run your hands along the contours of my muscles, but after too short a moment I pin your arms back. Leaning into you, my mouth leaves a trail along your neck, collarbone, and cleavage. Lick, kiss, bite… you lean back, your breath heavy, and offer yourself to me.

“Take your hair down,” I murmur into your skin.

I release your arms and stand back, watching with sharp, eager eyes as you remove a few pins and your hair tumbles around your shoulders. In mere seconds I pounce, slamming you against the car and grabbing you by the hair. My kiss is slow and deep, making you moan as your body melts. I pull your hair harder, causing you to cry out, inflamed. You run your hands over my chest and shoulders, clawing at me as I kiss you. Hoisting you up, I let you wrap your legs around my waist. Your dress slips up to expose your ass, giving me just enough access to slip my fingers deep inside you.

Your hips move with the thrusts of my fingers, your breath ragged, mingled with your sighs of pleasure.

You feel me smile against your skin as I whisper, “There are people coming. Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, please don’t stop.”

You hear several far off voices getting closer, but all you can think about is wanting more of me inside you. I nip at your skin with my teeth, teasing you with my words.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I… god, no, I can’t.”
“I bet you want to show me your tits and let me fuck you, even with those people heading toward us.”
“Oooooh, yes… I want that.”
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“Desperately. I want you to fuck me so badly, I can hardly stand it.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, oh god, please fuck me.”

With a wicked grin I remove my fingers and step back, unwrapping your legs from my waist and placing your feet on the ground.

“It isn’t time for that yet. Though someone is certainly wet enough…”

Examining the juices coating my fingers, I lean into you and stick one of them into your mouth. Without needing to be told, you lick and suck it clean. I grin and pull one of your straps down, so I can wipe the rest of your juices onto your full tit and hard nipple, making your skin shiny and wet.

You hear the indistinct voices of the people in the parking lot mingling with mine as I say, “You have been a very good, naughty girl… I think you deserve a reward. Turn around.”

Following my order, you turn towards the car and present your naked ass to me, and I waste no time telling you to stick it out for me, exposing you even more.

As I caress your ass, you can see the small group of people across the parking lot. Two of the girls are looking over at us, whispering and giggling. The car is between us and them, so you don’t know how much they can see, but you’re too turned on to care…

Suddenly my fingers are inside you again. I lean close and murmur in your ear.

“For your reward, I’m going to open that car door, and you’re going to sit down, facing me. Then you’re going to pull your dress down completely, so I can torment both of your tits, and you’re going to tell me how much you want my cock in your mouth. And I want to see those submissive, pouty lips of yours, too. Understood?”

Your hips are writhing with my fingers inside you as you manage a small ‘yes’ between moans.

“Yes, what?”
“Mmmmm yes, sir. I understand.”

With a smile, I remove my fingers, reach over, opening the passenger door, and command you to sit down. You immediately obey, looking up at me, and awaiting further instruction.

“Spread your legs.”

You do as you’re told, opening yourself to me. You remember my other directions and you’re your dress and bra down, giving me access to your supple tits. Your dress is now bunched around your waist, a mere afterthought, leaving you all but stripped bare. I gaze hungrily at your exposed body.

Reaching down, I squeeze your tits and tug at your nipples, pinching and torturing them between my fingers. You pout your lips out as I instructed, panting and squirming under my torment. I let go and step back, admiring the red splotches on your porcelain skin.

“Pull your bra back up. I want to see your tits spilling out of it.”

Slipping the straps back onto your shoulders, you adjust your tits so they’re pushed up nice and high, giving you ample cleavage. I reach into your bra and pull them up even moreyou’re your nipples are peeking out. I give them a pinch, and smile as you groan and wiggle in your seat.

“Hold still,” I command.

You stop moving and I squeeze your nipples harder, making you whimper at the exquisite pain. After a moment, I gently caress your face, grazing your lips with my fingers.

“In order to get your reward, you have to ask nicely and tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, may I have your cock in my mouth, please, sir?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Tell me.”

I slide my hand through your hair and pull, making you squirm.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, desperately, please…”
“Desperately? So what will you do to get it?”
“I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” With a sly smile, I slip two of my fingers in your mouth, demanding that you suck.

After only a few thrusts in and out, I groan, wipe your saliva on your face and undo my pants. When I pull out my engorged cock, you immediately lean forward to take me in your mouth. With a light chuckle I grab you by the hair again and pull you back.

“Whoa, slow down. Someone’s a little eager…”
You smile up at me, blushing, and bite your lip. “Yes, sir.”
“Grab your elbows behind your back, and spread your legs wider.”

As you obey, the wetness between your legs starts to drip down your thigh. Your tits are shoved out even further, your perky nipples peeking over the edge of your bra. Taking all of this in, I run my fingers up the inside of your thigh, gathering your juices.

“Looks like my naughty girl is dripping wet yet again…”

Again, I stick my fingers in your mouth and tell you to lick them clean. When I’m satisfied that you’ve done a good job, I start to play with your nipples, running my fingers over them, up and down – slowly at first, then with more and more speed. It’s driving you crazy, making you arch your back as much as you can, writhing in your seat, moaning and whimpering.

“You like that, don’t you?” I tease, grinning.
“Ooooohhh, yes, fuck yes, I love it.”
“Do you want me to keep playing with your nipples, or do you want my cock in your mouth?”

You’re thrown for a second, being given this choice, but you quickly smile up at me.

“Both? Please?”

I laugh and grab one of your nipples, squeezing and pinching your tit. With my other hand, I grab my cock and guide it toward your mouth.

“Open wide. Stick out your tongue.”

You do my bidding, and I tease your mouth with my cock, slipping it in and out, rubbing it on your face and tongue. I release your nipple and grab you by the hair instead, shoving my cock deep inside your mouth. Your arms are still behind your back – I have complete control of the speed and depth of your thrusts.

You surrender to me, letting me shove myself deep inside you, making you moan and drool, and your saliva trickles down your chin onto your full cleavage. Pulling your hair hard, I lift your head towards me. You look up, your face wet and slick, your mouth dripping.

“Is that what you want?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Ask nicely, like a good, naughty girl.”
“Please, please fuck my mouth–”

You barely get the last word out before I’ve shoved myself well past your lips again. I grip your hair tightly as I start slow and deep, then build to hard, fast, deeper thrusts, pounding the back of your throat. Your eyes water and your saliva drips all over – on your face, your tits, in your hair…

With a groan, I ease myself as deep as my cock will go, making you gag and sputter. Grinning, I pull my cock out of your mouth and step back, taking in your disheveled hair, your spread legs, your face and tits coated in drool. Tucking myself back into my pants, I zip up, lean down and kiss you.

“Get in the car.”

Swinging your legs inside, you shut the door. I climb into the driver’s seat and look you up and down.

“Keep your dress like that, for the whole drive back. And keep your legs spread wide.”

Your skirt is still hiked up around your waist, and your bra is still pushing your hard nipples up and out. You squirm in your seat and buckle your seatbelt. Anyone who looks in our car will be able to see your full tits, and anyone in a truck will be able to look down and see your naked bottom half. We’ve barely left the parking lot when you’re so turned on you have to ask…

“Sir, may I please suck your cock some more? On the drive back?”

I grip the steering wheel and glance over at you. At first you’re afraid I’ll say no, but finally I tilt my seat back a little and say, “Yes, you may.”

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you lean over and shift your hips, so your tits are pressed against my thigh and your naked ass is in the air. I reach over and give you four sharp smacks, making you cry out and turning your ass cheeks pink.

“That’s for not being able to wait, naughty girl.”
“Thank you, sir.

I grab your hair and tilt your head up to face you.

“What was that?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now if you make me come, you have to swallow all of it, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Go ahead.”

Hands trembling slightly from excitement, you undo my pants and pull my cock out again. With a moan, you take me in your mouth, sliding your head up and down. The feel of my hand tangled in your hair and your bare ass exposed turns you on even more and makes you moan and writhe with pleasure. I notice you rubbing and tug at my hair and say, “Keep your legs spread.”

You open your legs wide and continue to work your mouth and tongue along my long, hard cock. I lean back as we drive through the city streets, telling you what a good girl you am and asking you how much you like having my cock in your mouth. I let you pause just long enough to tell me that you love it before I push you down onto me again.

With your hands to help your mouth and tongue, you work me into a lather, your saliva mixing with my juices, making you drool and slobber all over me. You can feel your tits spilling further out of your bra, so you lean forward a little and rub my cock against them.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Put it between your tits.”

Obedient as ever, you stuff my cock between your cleavage, managing to squeeze up and down only a few times before your shoulder hits the steering wheel. I catch it before the car swerves too much, and we both laugh as you settle back to your original position, taking me in your mouth again.

“A for effort…” you can hear the grin in my voice as I reach over and grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and a hard smack. Rubbing my hand over your cheeks, I slide underneath and command you to lift your hips. You do as instructed, and the next thing you know my fingers are inside you, thrusting in and out.

With my fingers shoved deep inside you, I tease you clit with my thumb. You feel your moans making me swell against your tongue and the inside of your mouth. You feel the car come to a stop, not knowing if we’re at a light or I pulled over, but both of my hands move to the back of your head, guiding you up and down.

With a thrust of my hips I push you all the way down so you cock fills your mouth, spraying your throat with my come. As I groan and shudder, you swallow as best you can, though some of my juices drip down your face and chin. When my body relaxes, you slowly release me from your mouth and sit up, holding my warm cock in your hand. Snuggling against me, I notice that we’re parked on a side street and you smile to yourself.

“You had to pull over,” You tease.
“Safety first.” You can hear the smile in my voice again. With a deep breath I caress your hair. “Do you want some water?”
“Yes, please.”

After adjusting myself and zipping up my pants, I stretch into the backseat, procuring a bottle of water and handing it to you. You sit back and take a long swig, passing it over so I can do the same. Once I’ve put the bottle down, I reach out and pull you back to me, kissing you deeply. Squeezing your ass, I nibble at your ear and tell you, “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to work very hard to get me ready again. Can you do that?”

You smile and nod a little.

“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”

Leaning back in my seat, I pull the car out into the street again, glancing over at you. After only a couple of blocks, I look me up and down, a grin playing at the corners of my lips.

“You’d better fix your dress. We’re here.”

I’ve never taken the car to valet before, but I pull up to the front of the hotel as you hastily pull down your skirt and slide the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders. It’s clear that the pair of valets standing outside have seen something, especially when the one who helps you out of the car blatantly stares at your tits. Your face flushes red as I walk around the car and slip my arm around your waist, letting my hand rest possessively on your ass. As we walk away, I give it a firm squeeze, and neither of us need to look back to know the valets are watching.

Once we’re inside the elevator, you push me up against the wall and press your body against mine.

“I can’t believe you let them see me like that.”
I grin and run my hands along your body. “You liked it.”
You attempt to put on an effective pouty face. “What if I didn’t?”
“Are you wet?”

Biting your lip, you look away, blushing.

“Yes…”
“See?” I push you up against the opposite wall, thrusting my body against yours and making you gasp. “You liked it.”

Before you can respond, I’m kissing you, hard, shoving our bodies together until there isn’t a millimeter of space left between us. We don’t notice the elevator has stopped until the doors open.

Breaking apart, we try to compose ourselves as a maid pushes her cleaning cart onto the elevator, her eyes wide and averted. She pushes the button for the floor below ours. Clearing my throat, I look over at her.

“How’s it going?”

She raises her eyebrow at you and purses her lips. You smile and shake your head. As the elevator doors open and she steps off, cart in tow, I politely call after her.

“Have a good night!”

We hear her sassy “Mmhmm,” as the doors close, and travel the remaining floor up in a fit of laughter.

Date Night Part 2

Once we’re in the elevator, you can’t help but confess, “that picture you took of me… that spanking… and that kiss…”

“Yes?”
“It all made me so wet that I’m dripping, down my thigh.”
“Oh really? Which thigh?”
“My right thigh.”

Without a word I press the Stop button on the elevator, and as we jerk to a halt, I press you against the wall. Dropping to my knees, I lift your skirt and push your legs apart, licking your juices off of your thigh. At the last second, when I reach the very top of your thigh, I bite hard into your tender flesh. You cry out and grab my hair, which only makes me bite harder.

As quickly as I started, I pull away, admiring my handiwork – the top of your right thigh is red and swollen, the marks of my bite imprinted on my flesh. I pull your dress down again and stand up, releasing the Stop button on the elevator.

We’re in motion again before you can fully collect myself. You’re still adjusting your dress when the doors open and more people get on the elevator. Exchanging glances, you shake your head at me with a rueful smile. I grin and stand behind you, wrapping my arms around you so you can feel the full height of me, the hardness in my groin pressing against your behind.

In the car on the way to the restaurant, we talk about other things for awhile – my latest cases and your latest projects – but then you cross your legs, and my eyes flash with desire.

“Don’t cross your legs.”

You gingerly uncross them, setting both feet on the floor. My grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“That’s my good girl. For the rest of the night, keep your legs uncrossed with your knees apart. Make sure they’re spread wide enough for me to put my hand between your legs whenever I feel like it.”

Wriggling in your seat, you spread your knees a little wider.

“Like this?”

Glancing over at you, I can’t help but grin.

“Wider.”

You bite your lip and open your legs wider for me.

“Like this?”
“That’s perfect. Keep them like that all night.”
“Yes, sir.”

We come to a stoplight and I reach over, running my hand up the inside of your thigh. But instead of exploring that spot further, my hand moves up to your chest. Casually, I pull down one of the straps on your dress and your bra strap with it.

“Have I told you how amazing your tits look in that dress?”

You blush and lower your eyes.

“Thank you. It makes me feel naughty, to be spilling out of my clothes like this.”
“You like that feeling, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Your voice is firm.
“Yes, sir.”

We start driving again and I shift in my seat, glancing over at you.

“Show them to me.”

Your breath catches. Looking around you see cars and pedestrians everywhere. Biting your lip, you look over at me. I’m stealing glances at you, waiting for you to obey. You know if you wait too long, I’ll pull over and punish you right here in the street.

Gingerly, you pull the straps off your other shoulder and slide your seatbelt behind you. You slowly pull down your dress and your bra, letting your ample tits pop out. Your nipples perk up when they meet the open air. I inhale sharply as we pull up to another stoplight.

“Fuck, yes. Look at those. Your tits are perfect.”
“Thank you.”
“Mmm, thank you.”

Reaching over, I squeeze each of your tits in turn, tugging at your nipples and making you writhe with pleasure. With a grin, I glance out the window next to you.

“Looks like we’re putting on a show, baby.”

You look over at the car next to us and see a man and, presumably, his wife, staring at us. The man is gaping openly as I grope your tits, and his wife appears to be scolding him. Or she could be saying scathing things about you – I can’t tell for sure.

Since I haven’t stopped or told you otherwise, you let me continue to fondle you, your breath growing ragged as you’re more and more turned on by being on display like this. Knowing it drives you crazy, I pinch one of your nipples, making you cry out and arch your back, sticking your tits out even further.

“God, yes, keep your back arched just like that.”

You do as you’re told, and I keep playing with your tits – squeezing and caressing them, making you moan and squirm – until the light turns green. Then I move my hands to the steering wheel, giving the man and his angry wife one last clear look at your full, naked breasts as we pull away. you sit back in your seat, your face flushed.

“You can cover yourself now,” I say to you, a wide smile across my face.“Christ… That was so…”
“Hot?”
“Yes.”
“You liked it, I could tell.”

Your cheeks turn pinker as you adjust your bra and my dress. You bite your lip and smile.

“I did.”
“You liked it a lot, didn’t you.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Mmm, you’re welcome.”

With your knees still spread like they’re supposed to be, you can feel juices running down between your thighs again. Just as you’re about to tell me, like the good naughty girl that you are, we pull up to the restaurant and I turn to you.

“Do you remember what you’re supposed to do tonight?”
“I think so.”
“I’ve made sure you’re this hot and bothered for a reason. Tell me what it is.”
“While we’re at dinner, you want me to touch myself under the table.”
“And?”
“And try to make myself come. In the middle of the restaurant.”
“But you have to be quiet, and keep it a secret, or we’ll get kicked out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”

I get out of the car and cross over to your side, opening your door for you. I haven’t told you not to, so you keep your knees apart as you get out of the car. The fresh air sends a breeze up your dress onto your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Inside the restaurant, I ask the hostess for their most romantic, intimate table. She leads us to a low-lit table in the corner, perfect for what I’ve instructed you to do for me.

I pull out your chair for you, and as we sit down I whisper in your ear.

“I swear, everyone checked you out in that dress as we walked by.”

You smile and demur that people could’ve just as easily been looking at me, which you’re sure is true. But in the end you have to admit, “The little black dress attracts a lot of attention on its own, and I’m sure having my tits pushed up and bursting out doesn’t hurt.”

I grin and put my hand on your knee under the table.

“Doesn’t hurt one bit… Now, let’s have you spread your legs just a little wider…”

With a firm grip on your thigh, I pull your knee towards me, opening you up and increasing your feelings of exposure. Before you can respond, our server walks up and I exchange pleasantries.

As I order some wine and talk to our server about the night’s specials, I also run my fingers up and down your legs – first one thigh and then the other. I do this throughout my entire chat with the waiter, forcing you to focus on keeping your breathing steady and your face as neutral as you can, though you can’t help but bite your lip. When I turn to ask you a question, my fingers brush the tender spot on your right thigh still sore from the marks of my teeth, and you start, your knee hitting the underside of the table.

“Sorry, what was that?”

My wicked grin returns and I persist in caressing your thighs.

“I asked if you wanted any appetizers.”
“Oh, unmm, no, thank you. Wine is good for now.”

I settle the wine order and turn to you as our waiter walks away.

“I was going to make you wait until after dinner to pleasure yourself, but I’m not sure you can… How badly do you want to touch yourself right now?”
“Oh, god. So badly. I can hardly stand it.”
“Ask nicely.”
“May I please touch myself?”

Instead of answering you right away, I smile and lean back in my chair. My eyes drink in your full, bursting tits, and I glance under the table to make sure your legs are still spread as I instructed. In a quiet voice, I gently chastise you.

“You know you’ve already been a very naughty girl tonight.”
“I know.”
“You let me take a scandalous photo of you in our hotel room, with your tits practically bursting out of your dress, your panties around your ankles, your legs spread, and your ass fully exposed.”
“Mmmhmm…”
“In the elevator you let me hike up your skirt, lick your dripping juices off your thigh and bite – hard – into your flesh…”
“Uh-huh…”
“Are you dripping wet now?”
“God, yes. I’m dripping down both of my thighs. I have been since…”
“Since you pulled down the top of your dress and your bra in the car, and you let me squeeze and pinch and fondle your tits while complete strangers watched?”

You squirm in your seat, gripping the sides of your chair.

“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And now you want me to let you make yourself come, right here at the table?”
“Yes, sir. Yes, please. I need to touch myself so badly.”

Leaning forward, I brush my fingers over the tops of your cleavage, making you shiver. One of your dress straps falls off your shoulder. I make no move to fix it, so you leave it there, even as the waiter approaches with the wine. I lean closer and whisper in your ear.

“Take your phone into the bathroom. Set up your camera so I can see your tits and your ass. Record a video for me where you lift up your dress and stick your fingers inside yourself – at least two, if not three.”

The waiter stands patiently beside our table, but I keep whispering in your ear. You try to control your breathing as your face flushes red.

“I want at least a full minute of you fucking yourself with your fingers. Be sure to lick and suck your fingers clean when you’re done. Do not come. If you make yourself come I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Now, go.”

Without another word I turn to the waiter, leaving you to grab your purse and head to the ladies room.

It turns out to be a one-person restroom, so you quickly lock yourself in and lean against the closed door, catching your breath.

With the electricity of my words coursing through your body, you take your phone out of your purse and set it up on the sink, turning on the front-facing camera. Once you’re sure your body is in frame – both your tits and your ass as I instructed – you press record. Lifting the skirt of your dress, you see your plump, round ass on the screen. Arching your back you stick it out further for me, and you give your tits a squeeze before running one hand down between your legs. You do your best to avoid your clit, so you don’t accidentally make yourself come. At this point, you’re so turned on that it wouldn’t take much.

Spreading your legs so the camera has a proper view, you slide three fingers inside yourself. Your moans are instant and too loud. You have to check yourself and bite your lip to keep quiet. you push your fingers in and out, quietly moaning into the camera. Instinctively, you grab your tits with your other hand and squeeze, hoping you won’t be in trouble for improvising. There’s a mirror above the sink, and you alternately watch yourself there and on camera.

It feels so terribly naughty to be making this video for me in a public place. It’s so hard not to have an orgasm. You look at the timer on the video, and are relieved to see you only have ten seconds left. When time is up, you reluctantly remove your fingers, and slowly lick your wetness from them, sucking on them one by one.

You stop the video and look at yourself in the mirror. Your skirt still hiked up and your tits swelling over the top of your dress. You look and feel so indecent, and it turns you on so much, you just want to keep touching yourself… But you’re my naughty girl, so you fix your clothes and wash your hands, obediently taking your phone back to me at our table.

When you get back the wine is poured, and I raise my glass in a toast as you sit down. You follow suit, and we cheers to a weekend of delighting in each other’s company, and the best sexy funtimes we’ve ever had.

“On that note…” I say, as I set down my wine glass and pick up your phone.

That’s when you realize I’m going to watch the video right there at our table. Your cheeks flush and you look around the room to see if anyone is paying attention. There are definitely several women checking me out, and a few people you catch looking at your tits, but you don’t think anyone can see the screen of your phone. All the same, you get so tingly with anticipation you almost cross your legs, before you remember my promise of unrelenting punishment if you do so.

I reach over and pull your chair closer to mine, at which point it becomes clear that I want you to watch the video with me. It’s everything you can do to sit still and keep your knees spread apart as you’ve been told.

Draping my arm over the back of your chair, I let my fingers caress your shoulder with one hand as I press Play with the other.

Immediately, your tits are in full view on screen. We watch together as you pull up your skirt and thrust your fingers inside yourself. You feel like your entire body is blushing as we watch. I lean over and murmur to you, without taking my eyes off the screen.

“Your ass looks amazing. I bet you’re really ready to come now.”
“God, yes. So very ready.”

On the screen we watch as you reach up and start squeezing your tits. I chuckle quietly.

“Going off script I see. Lucky for you, I like watching you play with your tits just as much as I like watching you finger yourself.”

My words make you wriggle in your seat, and I drop my arm behind you to squeeze your waist with a strong grip.

“Patience,” I whisper.

When the minute is up and we watch as you put your fingers in your mouth, I sigh with satisfaction and move my hand lower, squeezing your hip.

“Mmm… That was perfect. You’re such a good, naughty girl.”
“Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it.”
“I think it’s time for your reward, don’t you?”
“Oh… yes, please.”

With my hand that was on your hip, I reach down a little lower and pull up the skirt of your dress, so it’s still covering your ass, but just barely. I press my lips against your ear and whisper.

“Spread your legs wider, reach under the table, and touch yourself until you come for me.”

You scoot forward to the edge of your seat, spreading your legs as wide as your dress will allow. Reaching between your legs, you open your mouth in surprise. You’re so wet you can hardly believe it. Because you think I’d want to know, you tell me as much.

“Really? How wet, exactly?”
“I don’t know. I think wetter than I’ve maybe ever been before.”
“Hmm… I better investigate.”

And with that I reach over, placing my hand on your thigh and sliding it up between your legs. When my fingers reach your wetness you can’t help but gasp, biting your lip to stay quiet.

“Jesus fucking christ. You are literally dripping everywhere.”

I take my hand away, gripping your thigh with my now soaking wet fingers. Raising an eyebrow at me, I glance down at your lap, where your legs are spread wide, waiting.

“Well? Keep going.”

With a small whimper, you put your fingers on your clit. As you start to caress yourself, you have to work hard to control your breathing and sit still. You’re practically chewing on your lip now. A bright voice interrupts your focus.

“How’s everything going over here?”

I grin broadly up at our waiter, “Just fine, thank you.”

I haven’t signaled you to stop, so you know that you can’t. Touching yourself at the table with this random person standing over you makes you feel naughtier than you’ve ever felt before. You almost come then and there, but a certain shyness holds you back. Thankfully the waiter walks away, leaving us on our own again. At least, as ‘on our own’ as we can be in a crowded restaurant.

Though it didn’t seem possible, the slickness between your legs is increasing. You look over at me and I give you that wicked grin of mine, digging my nails into your thigh.

“You didn’t stop when the waiter showed up. Well done. I bet that made you feel very naughty…”

You let out a small moan and I shush me quickly. Breathing heavily but quietly you feel the blood start to rush to your head. I lean in close and lower my voice, my bright eyes watching you like a hungry animal.

“That’s my good girl. That’s my good, naughty girl.”

My words push you over the edge, and you dig your nails into my leg with your free hand. I lean in closer and whisper in your ear. You whisper back, frantic.

“Are you coming?”
“Yes, god yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Oh, god, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Put your fingers inside yourself, now.”

You obey and let out an irrepressible moan. A few heads turn towards us, and I pull you close to me, both of us laughing. You sigh at the bliss of your release, nuzzling into my shoulder.

Giggling, you smile up at me.

“May I remove my fingers now?”

I shake my head at you, looking slightly awed. I reach down and push my hand against yours, shoving your fingers in deeper. You moan quietly, grinning and pressing your body against mine. After a moment, I take my hand away.

“Yes, now you may.”

You adjust yourself and pull your napkin into your lap, wiping your fingers clean. I wrap my arms around you, tilting your face up to mine.

“Goddamn. You are one deliciously naughty girl.”
“I’m your naughty girl.”
“Mmm, fuck, yes you are.”

I kiss you and then pull back just a little.

“When we add the video you made and this little escapade at the table, that’s a lot you need to be punished for tonight.”

As so often happens with me, even though you’ve just climaxed, the thought of my spanking you, punishing you, gets your blood flowing all over again. You blink up at me, your eyes wide.

“I have been terribly naughty.”
“Yes, you have. I’ll have to teach you a lesson about what happens to terribly naughty girls. You need to be punished.”
“I do. I deserve it.”
“For so many things… But that comes later. Now, we need to make sure your keep up your strength.”

With a wink, I turn to our table, picking up a menu. You snuggle in close to me, examining our options, your body pulsing and warm.

Pulling you out of your head

So let’s make one thing clear: When I touch you, when you give me permission to own every part of you, that includes your mind as much as your heart. You, the whole girl, all of her, belongs to every and any part of me.

I know that when we’re together that you can’t turn your mind off. You worry about a thousand things from the time I see you until we’re finished. The way you can’t let go shines as concern in your eyes when I look you over. Comes out as your muscles flex at every touch. It calls out to me as I fuck you that you’re worried if I’m disappointed.

And I’ve let this go on long enough.

When you invited me into your life you gave me permission to do whatever I wanted with you. To turn you into a toy for my pleasure. And how can you serve me if you can’t stop your mind from running through a dozen thoughts each time I touch you?

It occurs me that you are never so concerned, and never as aware, as when I am going down on you. That’s when your self-prejudices and loathing hits a fever pitch. When it’s most evident that you can’t disentangle your body from your wonderful, educated mind. Which makes me believe that if I can own you as completely in that act as I do when we fuck, that you’ll truly be giving yourself to me.

There are also the side benefits of you enjoying yourself more, being more confident, and so on. But that’s not our primary concern. No. What we really need is to stop you from saying and thinking all those silly, harsh things about yourself just once. If we can do it then, I’m certain, we can manage again.

And again.

I know that you give me permission to swat your ass and place my hand over your neck. To use ties and crops and handcuffs on you. That even though you are so much smaller than me, and I am so much stronger than you, that there is hardly any fear or hesitation of letting me take you, grab you, carry you into the darkness of my room and to use you as I see fit. But all of that is nothing for you compared to simply trusting me to touch you gently. To focus on you and your disquieted mind. I have never, not once, accepted that a woman could not cum from my attentions and mouth focused on her.

So you can do what you always do. Feel the pressure that you’re supposed to cum like a good girl because if you don’t I’ll be mad and you’ll hurt my little boy ego. Or spin a thousand stories in your head about what I could be thinking instead of being present. Maybe just tell yourself that women don’t actually cum from it, and you know that for certain, so it’s not a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Or you can be mine. And if you are intimate and free? If you trust yourself to trust me the worst possible outcome is that I lick you, hold you, stroke you and it’s very nice.

Now give yourself to me. Let me take you by the hand instead of the wrist, and guide you from the faintly-lit living room into the bible black of my bed. Make the choice to step into my bedroom, to cross the threshold and give yourself wholly to me. Show me that you’re willing, no matter how concerned, by closing the door and swimming through the absolute darkness of our sanctuary. Where it is just us, alone, away from the world.

Don’t gasp when I touch you again. It’s only the devil you know, the monster you’ve made a pact with, and nothing else. Feel me as I cup your hips, press my lips onto yours from far above. I want you to know the size and shape of me in the dark like we are brand new to one another. Feel my shoulders and my thighs. Reach up on your tip-toes to hold onto that kiss as I pull back. Know that I can break you without effort and that you chose, almost without hesitation, to follow me alone.

Trust me.

Let me take you to the bed and guide you into it. Press you into the mattress with my size. Kiss you one last time before I rip the panties off you and spread your legs like they have no weight to them. I stroke your legs, I press my thumbs into the balls of your feet. I swim over you with my hands.

“Listen to me.” I let the words hang in the air, demand your attention and your patience. “I am going to lick you, from the base of your pussy to the top, in one long stroke. I am then going to repeat the action over and over. And every time I do I want you to count one. Focus on the number, and no other thoughts.”

I press my tongue into you, taste you, push until it is flat against you and I can grab your thighs with my hands. Then I tilt my head back while moving my face forward, so that there is pressure being applied with the whole of the lick. That you feel it when I move over your clit to the very tip of your lips.

You say the number one.

I repeat the process. Just as slow, just the same amount of pressure. As exact and equal as I can. Feel me, not your thoughts. Be here and not any other place. Together we make the most amazing, most powerful couple I’ve ever been a part of. And the more you are with me in this room, in the stillness of your own mind, the more of a gift you are. The stronger we become. The more faith I have that I can fuck you harder, push you further, and know that we’ll rebound by the end of the night to holding one another for dear life.

You say the number two.

We fall into a rhythm and as you count out higher numbers I become comfortable that you’re here, with me. That you’ve surrendered even your ability to think yourself into trouble. So my hands slide up you to grab your hips, to pull you closer so that I can push deep into you with ease as my fingers and sink into softer flesh. I want you to feel me, to remember that you’re just your body when you let go of your thoughts, and that body is amazing.

You say the number twenty-two.

I’m going much faster now. Long full licks up that I now want to add a down motion to. I am getting restless. The way you make me feel, the way I want you, it is hard to keep myself in check. You make me want to break discipline, ravish you, take you and use you every time we touch. But I keep myself even. Let your counting guide me. Instead I move my hands between you and the mattress, I cup your ass and grab it with the fully of my hands. And now, at the end of every lick, I squeeze.

You say the number forty.

I place a long, loving kiss against your pussy to signify the counting is over and already I feel closer to you. You seem so much more relaxed and at ease than when we’ve tried this before. “Instead of counting I want you to say ‘I’m yours.’ With every kiss, with every lick, with all that I do. Say it slowly, make it your mantra. If you’re mine you can’t be clouding your own head. Do you understand?”

I can hear your soft affirmation before moving my tongue into you, penetrating you to the first gasp. In an instant I am moving closer to you, into you, my hands grab as much of your ass as they can. I dig into you with my fingertips, push my face into just the early depths of your pussy and try and inhale you, devour you, take you all with that one juice-coated push.

You say that you’re mine.

I start to rock my head back and forth, crane and shrink my neck, all so I can get more and more of my tongue into you. My hands act like they are no longer my own, trying to make you feel them on their own accord. I jut my head back and, as soon as I spring forward, they squeeze again. And again. Again. I start to feel your hips rising and it makes me smile. Yes. Feel it. How sexy you are, how beautiful you are when you’re free. Open your legs a little more so that I can press my face into you, get just the tip of my chin inside you as lick.

You shift, moving even closer to me and I take the opportunity to move my hands back to your hips to pin you down. You’re too close now and I don’t want you getting away. There’s also a tactic involved here, one that I hope you’ll later appreciate. For now I drive my thumbs into you as I take my tongue from inside to you clit. I give it long, loving licks before fastening my lips around you, sucking you into my mouth and letting you out just enough so that I can suck you in again.

You scream that you’re mine.

Too much of this will desensitize you, so we must stop, release your clit, give it a slow kiss before I run my tongue in circles around it. I’m careful not to touch you there, but my traces are imperfect, and I brush up against you. When I do, you moan, and it makes me moan into you. This becomes a loop. Both of us become louder, more urgent sounding as you come closer and closer to release.

One quick lash to your clit and I’m back in your pussy. The art has left me and I am now nothing but a machine who sticks his tongue out and fucks you with his face. I die with your gasps and come back to life with every time I claim you through you words. I ache, my neck becomes hot, my lower back trembles and sweat begins to pool in and around my upper lip, but I am steadfast. I refuse to let this moment go.

Your toes curl, your legs start to stretch and I realize that you are close. Just keep saying your mantra. Keep saying that you’re mine.

I move my hands back to your ass but I wait. I’m going to need that final burst of touch, of sensory pleasure, in order to push you. For now they lie in wait as I tongue you, pushing myself into you as far as I can go and then swirling my tongue in wide, sliding circles so that I can feel you. The hint of ridges on the ceiling of your chapel and the long, beautiful depth of your valley. I move my tongue inside you like I am exploring you for the first time despite the spasms that pull at it. I lap up as much of you as I can before moving in again.

You shift. For the first time you can’t quite get the words out and I know it’s time to pounce.

My hands grab your ass, firmly, but back under my control, only squeezing you when I make a long lick to your sweetness or along your clit. But mostly, truly, I focus on your pussy. On using my tongue as deep and rapidly as I can while your ass pulsates in my hands. I use your breathing, your inability to tell me that you’re claimed, for guidance. And as it breaks further and further apart I am spurred on.

I give you everything I have. I lay my tongue into you until the membrane beneath it is sore from extension and my body burns.

We sit on that line of tension for far too long.

Then you cum, on my tongue and in my mouth. You shudder, you kick, you scream and call out my name, my real name, the name that only you know.

I wait for you to recover. I clean you gently with my tongue and as soon as I start you begin to call it out, softly, wonderfully, like an ordinary woman would say I love you.

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”

I kiss up your navel, along your breasts and to your lips. I pull you towards the headboard and clamp my arms around you, possess you, need you.

We sit in the darkness like this for an unknown amount of time. No screens, no blinking lights, nothing at all to see. Just feeling each others bodies, heartbeats, heat.

Then you rub your head against my chest like you’re some kind of animal. You tell me thank you with kisses so much better than my meager words.

Date night- A dream recounted

I had a dream recently that I very much enjoyed, I have done my best to flesh it out as much as possible. It was incredibly vivid so I hope to have done some justice to what I saw in my head as I slept. I likewise hope it perhaps sparks the subconscious of those on the page who have graciously complimented my blog. I appreciate every bit of feedback and hope you all enjoy this series of recounts.

 

After two days of savoring, ravaging, and celebrating each other in our hotel room, I announce that we’re going out for dinner.

Casually flipping your suitcase open, I pull out your little black dress, a black lace thong, and a black lace push-up bra. Leaning my body against yours, I press the clothes into your hands and brush my lips against your ear.

“Wear this,” I whisper, sending shivers down the length of your body.

You look up at me with a small smile, turning so your back is to me. Bending from the waist, your ass presses against my groin as you grab a pair of heels from the floor. I groan and grab onto your hips, but you stand and wriggle out of my grasp.

“I have to get ready for our date,” you tease, and slip into the bathroom.

In the shower, you carefully work your body wash into a lather, making sure your skin is silky smooth. Thinking about the night ahead makes your body warm and tingly, and the detachable shower head tempts you to pleasure yourself before we’ve even begun.

But you resist, knowing the punishment that would await you if you were to be naughty without permission.

Fully dressed and makeup done, you’re twisting your hair up into a bun near the sink when I open the door to the bathroom. You put some pins in your hair and turn to face me. My eyes rove over your body, wrapped snug in your tight, tiny dress.

“Jesus christ, you in that outfit.”
“Do you like it?”
“Like is an understatement.”

I walk over to you and pull you close, pressing you against my button-down shirt, filling you with the smell of me and Swiss Army cologne. It drives you crazy. Grabbing your hips, you feel me start to harden through my suit pants. You run your hands over my chest and sigh.

“You don’t look too shabby, yourself.”

Grinning, I run my hands over your curves, straining at the fabric of your dress.

“You’ve been in here quite awhile… You didn’t touch yourself in the shower, did you?”
“No… I thought about it, but I didn’t.”
“Because if you did, you know I’d have to punish you.”
“I know. I promise I didn’t.”
“Good. But all the same…”

Turning you toward the sink, I hike up your dress, revealing your skimpy, lace thong.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing these tonight.”

With a tug, I pull your panties down to your ankles, exposing your bare ass. You let out a gasp as you reflexively arch your back and lean forward, bracing you hands against the counter. I stand up and smile, my blue eyes taking you in with approval. There’s a large mirror over the sink, so I have a clear view of your tits practically spilling out of your dress, as well as your plump, naked ass. I casually pull down the straps of your dress and my bra, and take a step back.

“Spread your legs wider…” I command. You do as you’re told. “Now that makes a fantastic picture.”

I hold up your phone to take a picture of you in your vulnerable state.

“Look over your shoulder at me. Bite your lip.”

My directions elicit a small moan from you, and you obey willingly. With a wide grin, I snap the photo.

“Good girl. Now take off those panties and fix your dress. We have a reservation.”

You pull your straps up and then bend over, removing your panties from around your ankles. With a loud smack my palm lands a sharp spanking on your naked ass. You cry out and stand up, rubbing your bottom. I give you a sly grin and slide my arm around your waist, pulling your body against mine.

“That was for bending over with your ass still naked and exposed. You deserved that, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re already being so naughty, and the night is just getting started. If you keep it up, I’ll have to punish you much more later on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”

I notice you looking up at me, your eyes full of longing.

“Is there something you wanted?”
“I really want you to kiss me. Please.”

With a wicked grin, I tilt your chin up towards me. Teasing you with a kiss, I run my hands over your breasts and down to your still unprotected ass. Digging my hands into the flesh of your cheeks I kiss you urgently, deeply, making you moan with pleasure and desire.

Suddenly I stop, sliding your dress down over your hips. With a smile I take your hand and lead your out of our hotel room.

“We don’t want to be late,” I say with a wink.

 

To Be Continued

A Gentleman Dominant’s Guide

1. As Head of Household, your day doesn’t end the moment you leave the office. You are, as your title states, the “head of a household.” You must lead that home in the right direction. You may have important decisions to make. You may have to enforce discipline for your wife or children. You may have to problem solve issues in the home. You may not have to do any of those things, but there are obligations within the home as well as at work.

 

2. Be career oriented. Take the freedom that comes in having a homemaker tend to menial tasks and use it as an opportunity to focus on and enhance your career. Be self-motivated and push yourself to move to the next level, qualify for bonuses, and excel at a career you and your family can be proud of.

 

3. Graciously accept and encourage good service. A simple “thank you” when given a cold drink, a hand resting on the head of your submissive/slive kneeling to you, or a “the house looks great today, I am proud of you” can positively motivate your homemaker for days.

 

4. If there is a problem in the home (a messy area, dinner late, misbehaving children) address the issue promptly, but there is no need to be an irate tyrant. There are times when things aren’t done because of extenuating circumstances such as a sick child or a flat tire preventing a timely meal, not because of direct disobedience. Learn to discern the reason for a problem, discipline when is appropriate and also show mercy when appropriate.

 

5. Provide swift and fair punishment when appropriate to all members of the household, and allow it to serve as atonement. Never hold grudges or bring up past problems once they have been resolved. Showing forgiveness and absolution are important lessons to those who you lead in the home.

 

6. Act as a gentleman should. Treating your lady like a queen encourages her to treat you like a king. Hold her hand. Open doors. Pull her chair out. Help her with tasks requiring strength. Be well groomed and appropriately dressed. Speak politely to everybody, be it the waitress serving dinner or your boss. Don’t speak vulgar or release bodily functions in public. Don’t ogle other women. Give tokens of affection such as flowers or a card periodically. These things do not make you a “wussy”. They do not make you any less of a man. They make you a gentleman.

 

7. Be the living example of a good person for your children. Live a life based in honor, pride, respect, and morals. Show your sons how they should treat a potential partner. Show your daughters what kind of high standard they should expect out of a life mate.

 

8. Participate in your children’s lives. No adult ever looks back on his or her childhood and thinks about how much they wished they had a specific toy. Instead they think back and wish they had more time with their family. Since your time is more often spent at the office than at home, the children you are raising up need special attention from you when you are home and available. Consider implementing a weekly family night that is technology free as a chance to remain close. Periodically have special father/son days or father/daughter days to get together with each child and show them that you are always available to them. You directly impact both the quality of their childhood and also what quality of person they will become as adults.

 

9. Your homemaker is not a mind reader. Give her specific tasks with specific deadlines, outlining the expectations you have for the home.

 

10. Inspect what you expect. If you do give her a task, check in on the task to be sure it is being handled. A good wife shouldn’t have to be micromanaged, but does need to be checked up on periodically. Give positive reinforcement along the way to encourage her for a job well done.

 

11. The financial production may be your responsibility, but you have the choice to assign the keeping of the books however you see fit. Many HoH ask their homemakers to tend to the monthly budget and bills, and he may only focus on long term planning, such as investment strategies and retirement plans. Structure it however you see fit, utilizing each person’s strengths, and again inspect what you expect. The most important thing is that each person is on the same page, understanding who is responsible for what.

 

12. Just because you aren’t obligated to perform a household task, doesn’t mean you can’t do it. Many HoH enjoy running the grill, or offer to take the trash to the curb on garbage day. Don’t feel like in order to be a “manly man”, you can’t do any domestic duties. Your housewife should be prepared to manage the entire home and child rearing obligations, but if you want to join in and help, don’t let ego prevent you from doing so. You are still the Master of your home if you choose to help fold socks with your wife at the end of the day.

 

13. Be respectful in mixed company. Unless public humiliation is a part of your D/s-M/s dynamic that is agreed upon by all parties involved, save reprimanding your wife for an infraction for an appropriate time and place. It is awkward for everybody involved to bring private issues into the public. Quietly let your wife know she needs to adjust her attitude or behavior to save from future embarrassment, and handle the issue at home.

 

14. Present a united front with your wife in front of the children. While you may be the final word in the household and everybody knows it, don’t undo the word of “Mom” in front of the children. She has a difficult job every day in the home, and the children need to see their mother as an authority figure too. If you and your wife disagree on an issue with the children, discuss it in private and present the decision as a united parenting force.

 

15. Recognize that your homemaker may become worn and weary with her job just as you may become of yours and encourage her to take time away. Homemakers don’t get the benefit of paid vacation time or sick days, there is no lunch break during the day, and if she is being efficient, she won’t have much time for a rest. If as Master you see your homemaker wearing thin, encourage her to go to the salon or take in a lunch with friends on a day off. A woman dedicated to service may not take the initiative to request time away, so you may need to pay attention and require her to step away for a break.

 

16. As the ultimate decision maker, you need to make choices based on the ultimate good of the family. These are not always easy choices or well received decisions, but nobody ever said leading a home was easy. Be prepared to stand your ground and enforce your rules.

 

17. Honest communication leads the home in the right direction. Your homemaker and children look to you as the ultimate authority, and that is based on their trust in you always doing what is right. By speaking with them in a candid and honest way, they can maintain their faith in you as the rightful Head of Household.

 

18. Be a man deserving of the title Master/Sir in your home.

 

See my blog on the Cage for the second part of this 2 part blog experience. I have included the conclusion here, but suggest reading the other part first.

 

To be clear, an Alpha is not always a Gentleman, and a Gentleman is not always an Alpha. The Alpha Gentleman is the rarest of breeds. He is the person who when he selects his Beta mate places her above all things including himself and fiercely guards the pedastal upon which she resides. She is His, and He is hers. There is a need, a desire, a hunger to devour and consume that exists.