| Straight: BDSM: Let's Play (1/2) |
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“Let’s play.” The words barely left his lips but he noticed her raise an eyebrow while she gave a smile that turned into a sneer. “You know what to do,” she said, a bit gruffly. Obediently, he walked downstairs, undressed and sat down on “his chair” up against the wall. He could barely contain his sexual excitement. While he waited he looked around the room. It had become a bit of a playground for them where the lines between pleasure and pain dissolved. He saw the whips, collars, boots, ball gags, cock plugs and various other toys. On the adjacent wall was a small vanity with a mirror and near it hung various leather and rubber garments. He never knew exactly what to expect from her – except that he would cum. Finally he heard the click, click, click of her stilettos on the stairs. She came into the room wearing only thigh-high stiletto boots. She had taken the time to put black eye makeup on. Her long black hair was still loosely held up behind her head with a clip. Slowly and deliberately she walked to the vanity and sat down without even looking at him. She applied some deep red lipstick and gloss – her lips looked almost like they were varnished in blood. That color - there was something about it. He wanted her to paint his whole body in it. She chose a rubber corset and gloves, put them on, then removed the clip so her hair fell to her shoulders. As she picked up a pair of black sunglasses and put them on, he felt his cock stiffen a bit. She was no longer just his lover – she was now his master and he would be her slave. The transformation was complete when she picked up a collar and threw it to him saying, “Put this on, Bitch!” The collar landed near his feet and he bent down to pick it up. “NO! Get on your knees to put it on,” she growled. He did as she asked. “Oh… you seem to have forgotten your training.” She picked up a blindfold, a chain with a cock ring attached to one end, and a riding crop. She walked slowly towards him. “Stay on your knees and look at the ground.” She stopped when the toes of her boots were directly under his face. Then he felt her pull on his collar and attach the chain to it. “You seem to have forgotten that I’m in charge here, haven’t you?” “Yes Madame.” You’ll need to be punished for that infraction.” “Yes Madame.” “Put on your cock ring and blindfold.” “Yes Madame.” Once he had done as she commanded, she pulled on the chain so that he was upright on his knees. He felt the tug on his cock and his throat at the same time. In this position his nose was right near her pussy. He could smell her excitement. He wanted to stick his tongue out and try to taste her, but he knew he had to wait for permission or an order. She ran her fingers through his hair, then tightened them, grabbed his locks, and pulled his head back, so his masked face was looking up while she walked around behind him. Now she was facing his back |
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