Good Girl

This is Part 1 of the Good Girl series.

I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome.

Part 2 is already in the works with plans 3 and 4 to follow.

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Being able to stretch your legs is very important in life. Not necessarily just the physical, but mental and emotional as well. Fueling your internal fires is important. The trip I was on was doing just that. Two weeks ago, two friends and I took off on a cross country motorcycle trip to get away from the stresses of life and work. We needed it. I served in the military before and many of my brothers and sisters in arms were strewn across the country with everyone gladly opening their doors for us. So far, we only had to stay in a hotel twice which was a lot more boring than hanging and drinking with my friends.

We started in North Carolina which is where I was born, raised, and returned to after my military contracts ended. From there, we rode to Ohio for our first night. There, we drank, played board games, and drank some more. We stayed there for a day to see the sights which followed with a night of Dungeons and Dragons and more alcohol until two of our group literally passed out, falling from their chairs, which then resulted in the rest of us falling from our chairs in dying laughter.

The next morning we left and cruised west and stayed in our first hotel in Northern Illinois where also another friend, Dan met up with us. He was from Washington which was our next true destination. Of course we couldn’t make it in one day, so we stayed at a second hotel in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Another long day of riding found us in northern Montana where we met up with another old military friend who joined us in riding around and showing us the sights for an hour. I want to be able to tell you what exactly happened that night, but the only thing I could remember was playing poker and drinking excessive amounts of vodka hand delivered by his sexy wife. The only reason I remembered this was because up until my memory goes blank, she seemed to come in wearing less and less clothing until she handed me another shot glass wearing a simple lacy thong showing off her incredible assets. She sat on my lap and I assume the blood alcohol content along with the blood flowing from my head to fuel other more excited areas seem to have resulted in a blackout. My clothes were kind of on when I woke up so I assume nothing untoward happened. All I know is what I do remember reminded me of old times of being in the Corps.

My friend’s sexy wife made us breakfast which we each chased with tylenol for our headaches and we hit the road again making way for Washington state which is where Dan lived. He and I served together in the Marines and go back nearly 20 years of solid friendship. His wife, Katrina, always welcomed us with open arms. The first night there, surprise, we drank and caught up. Now, Dan, Tim, and I were in a Dungeons and Dragons group run by another friend who lived in California and tonight was the designated night that we let the dice decide our fates. The only member of our group who did not play our game was James but he was curious to how it is played so he wanted to listen in. James was a gamer like the rest of us but not a role player. With drinks in hand and dinner freshly polished off, we set up shop at the kitchen table with our laptops, dice, and not safe for the general public sense of humor.

When I pulled up the chat our Dungeon Master, or DM, Natalia, was waiting for us. Now, I’ve only played one campaign before this one so I’m still relatively new. Our last DM was a (surprise surprise) military friend who mostly just tried to kill us every night with varying forms of success. Natalia, however, wove an elegant story and kept it interesting each session. The scenarios were unique and kept us on our toes else the campaign would knock us flat on our backs. As much fun as it was to play, my favorite part of the entire experience was her voice. Seductive and sultry like liquid passion that fueled fires from within that drove my imagination to places that usually resulted in me being rock hard for hours at a time while we played through the campaign. We’ve chatted a few times and had some quite interesting conversations so we had an amazing little friendship going. I loved it because talking to her was easy and flowed nicely and we seemed to get along quite well. We’ve also reached the point where flirting was second nature and I felt that it only made our connection stronger. Our ideas of what we find sexy overlap in a large way and I always wondered how kinky she was.

In tonight’s campaign, we did…well enough…which mostly means we didn’t die. We lived to see another campaign. To be fair, I was distracted. Natalia did something different, she turned her camera on and had us do the same. Now, on top of her voice, I was continuously awestruck at her beauty. Midway through the night, we took a break and she went off screen. I was about to get up and get a drink when something caught my eye. I leaned in and squinted a little but I had a feeling I was seeing exactly what I thought I was seeing. Interesting. From there, my half orc character was poisoned and knocked off a small cliff into a lake below because my mind wasn’t fully interested in the campaign anymore. It must have shown because she sent me a private message asking if I was okay and why I had this odd grin from time to time. Either way, distracted or not, we survived.

We signed off and it was only 10pm which was strange to me since usually I’m on East Coast time and it would be 1am. We didn’t even move from the kitchen table as we continued to hang out and catch up. My phone buzzed and I saw a message from Natalia.

N: You okay?

M: Yeah, just a little distracted. You’re distracting. 😉 Thank you for not actually killing us tonight.

N: I tried, but not nearly hard enough apparently. Feeling cute are we?

M: Well, do better next time little one.

N: LoL. You want me to make it harder? Little one?

M: I like the way you say…’make it harder’ LoL. And yes.

M: We both know it’s fun to push limits. In DnD like in life, you never know what you’re capable of or what you enjoy until you get out of your safe zone.

N: You’re not wrong.

I’m fairly certain the way she said it didn’t quite have the multitude of meaning behind as my mind chose to interpret…Yet, within those three words spoke volumes to me and all of a sudden my mind was flushed with opportunities and possibilities. I even found my hand flexing, clenching and unclenching in involuntary anticipation.

M: You’re in CA, right? We’re coming down that way in a few days. We have one stop in Oregon but we’re going to be in Riverside County as the next stop after that.

N: You’ll be passing by not far from me.

M: I want to stop by. We can do an earlier DnD session with you in person. None of this voice chat.

N: Sounds like fun.

M: Done. I’ll let you know when we’re close. Send me your address now so I have it and can start the planning.

N: Yes Sir!

I laughed. The way she wrote it and how it sounded in my head I pictured her giving me an over-exaggerated military salute while saying Yes Sir with authority. Still, it sounded good. Natalia sent me another message which I assumed was her address but didn’t respond to it immediately. As the night wound down, we all got ready for bed and laid down.

I looked at my phone and saw her message was in fact her address. I responded ‘Good girl’ to her and shut off my notifications for the evening.

The next morning, the five of us saw the sights on the bikes. Dan and Katrina loved their state and showed us about everything they could think of. When we stopped I would take pictures on my phone and chat here and there with Natalia. Our communication seemed very open and pretty constant. Just after lunch, I told the guys I had to run an errand. I hit up a local store, found a few items I had been thinking of and sent them in a box to Natalia’s address. I knew we’d be there in short order so I chose to overnight it with tracking. Getting the tracking was likely a bad idea because it’s all I could think of while it was in route. When I received the message that it was on the truck to be delivered that day, I sent her a message.

M: I sent you a package. It’s getting there today. Don’t open it until I tell you. N: Yes.

I laughed..

M: Yes….?

N: Yes what?

M: Don’t play games, you know you want to.

N: Yes…sir.

Perfect.

After two more days in Washington we stopped to see a friend in Oregon and stayed the night. The next day, we rode until we reached Bakersfield, CA. We didn’t plan to get back until late after the DnD session so we got a hotel room early and took our bags in.

We had a few hours to kill so I ducked out from the guys and made my way over to Natalia’s house. She lived in a nice little two bedroom house in what I assume had an HOA with how neat the neighborhood appeared. I pulled into the driveway and parked behind her small Honda Accord. Stowing my riding gear, I made my way to the door and knocked…loudly…and waited.

The door opened and for the first time ever, I was greeted by a 5’6″ brown hair beauty. I couldn’t help to look her curvy figure up and down with a hunger that was stronger than I realized. Her feet were bare showing off cute little red painted toe nails. She wore blue jeans that had holes throughout the thigh area and were tight enough to accentuate her thick curves and appeared almost painted on. A blue tank top, surely worn for comfort and not to conceal, bared the barest hint of a soft stomach and strained against her supple chest. She wore a bra, but her nipples were either hard and long enough to pierce padded cups or it wasn’t padded yet still wanted to be seen. I had to force myself to not lick my lips at the site before me. Her neck was slender and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to press my lips against it or trace it with my fingers. Her lips were pulled back into a smile that reached her eyes. Her deep brown eyes were beautiful to match the rest of her. Her brown hair was pulled back into a hasty pony tail which looked to reach a bit past her shoulders.

“Hey! You’re early,” she said. “Where is everyone?”

“They’ll be here ready to play. I wanted to stop by first.”

“For what?”

“For you,” I said, stepping forward with a purpose. She retreated from me and I reached out and grabbed her by the front of her shirt catching shirt fabric and her bra beneath it in the process. She started to protest. “No,” I said firmly with hard eyes and she stopped all movement. After a moment of meeting my eyes and seeing my posture, her hands slowly dropped to her sides. Her eyes were wide but I could see a fire deep within them. I closed the door behind me and pulled her over until she was pressed back against the heavy wood. I reached behind her head and pulled her hair down so it brought her chin up and her eyes met mine.

“Don’t move until I tell you. Understand?”

She nodded her head as best as she could.

“Verbally,” I instructed her.

“Yes,” she responded quietly.

I raised my eyebrows to her questioningly waiting for a better response.

“Yes sir,” she whispered. When she said that her body lost it’s tenseness. I could feel her body relax but I could see the fire within her eyes taken on a new life.

“Where is the package I sent you?”

“On the kitchen counter,” she replied meekly.

I released her and she stayed where she was. Obedient. I walked through the house, clean and well taken care of, until I found the kitchen. I quickly opened the box and pulled out it’s contents. I found what I was looking for and held it in my hand. I went back into the hallway where she could see me. Her curves were calling to my body in every way. I loosened my grip and let the red item unravel from my grasp until the strap I still held within my fingers kept it from falling completely. I held a red leather collar in my hand waiting for her to understand what was going to be asked of her. I gently turned it side to side in anticipation. I pointed to the floor before me, “Kneel with your hands behind your back,” I commanded her.

Her hands shook either in nervousness or anticipation but she didn’t move. A few seconds later she moved to take a step forward but hesitated before stopping herself. Her eyes met mine, fierce, yet pleading.

I whipped the leather collar and it smacked against the wall with a resounding crack. Natalia, visibly startled with a little jump of shock, immediately started taking steps toward me. She approached until she was two steps before me, looked me in the eyes, and slowly sunk to her knees onto the wood floor. Quietly, with the smallest hint of a smile, she looked up at me and placed her hands behind her.

She was beautiful. It was nearly a physical strain to keep myself from taking every little thing I wanted then and there but I wanted more than that. I believed she did as well. I slowly walked around her as if inspecting a new object to purchase. Our eyes held until I was behind her where she looked straight ahead and waited. I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear, the smell of her hair reminded me of peaches, “Good girl.” I whispered. She shuddered and her breath caught in her chest when I placed the red leather collar around her throat. Taking my time, I slid the leather strap through the buckle securing it in place. I walked back around to where I stood in front of her. The red leather was a pleasing contrast to her creamy skin.

Adorned on the front of the collar was a large inch and a half qsilver circlet where a leash or ropes could be attached. The leash would have to wait, she was currently too perfect for anything by my hands right now.

I reached forward, and pulled up on the circlet until she was forced to stand up before me. “You. Are. Mine. From now on, I am Sir. This is non-negotiable. If you do not address me as such, you will be,” I paused to let it sink in, “punished.”

“Punished sir?” she asked. “What will be the punishment?”

“That depends on what you did to earn the punishment. For neglecting the Sir, each time will be a spanking. On bare skin. Does that seem fair?”

“Yes, it does.”

I smiled. She either didn’t catch her mistake, or she did it intentionally. I backed her up against the wall and began to unbutton her pants. They were very tight. Our eyes were locked the entire time sharing the intimate moment, fires burning deep within both knowing what was about to happen and taking our time to get there. The rise and fall of her chest quickened which did all sorts of amazing things to her tits as they rose and fell with each breath. Once unbuttoned, I backed away from her until my back reached the other wall of the hallway. I glanced down to her pants and back into her eyes and waited.

Slowly, she peeled, seemingly literally peeled, her pants off revealing smooth succulent flesh to my hungry eyes. While I thought she had great legs and hips before, seeing them bare elevated my desire to another level. Once the pants were off, she stood before me in the blue tank top and a red lace thong which now matched her toenails and her new collar. “Go get me a pair of scissors and come right back.”

Her eyes widened for a second, but her body was already moving before her mind could figure out what was happening. I heard a drawer open and close and then she was standing before me once again, scissors held out to me. “Hands behind your back chin up slightly.” She immediately got into position as expected of her and waited. “From now on, you will do what I say when I say it. Do not fret though, this is not a one way relationship,” I said tapping the collar with the tip of the scissor. “This requires respect and trust which you have for me as I can see but you also have from me. I will always respect you and your wishes. Should we ever reach a point that pushes you past any boundaries you are comfortable with, simply say…Pumpernickel. From there, we are done. Completely. However, if you trust me, I believe I can help you reach new heights of freedom and pleasure you’ve ever reached before. If you trust me,” I said, taking the first cut of the bottom of her shirt. The sound of the fabric cutting pulled a slight gasp from her, “Then trust me. If this isn’t what you want or if you want me to stop, you know what to do.”

She started to look down but I corrected her, “Eyes up.” I looked down and slowly cut her shirt open, one slow cut at a time. At this moment, I was euphoric on so many levels. The sexual energy in the room was unmistakable. I wanted to live in the moment forever as slowly inch after inch of her deliciously smooth skin of her belly came into view. When the scissors reached her breasts the fabric, taught with strain, flew apart as the threads were severed. A cute red sheer lace bra held her ample breasts in place though did nothing to conceal her hard nipples. With a final cut, the shirt opened completely and I slid it down off her arms. Looking down at her, it was an actual internal fight to contain the raw hunger that wanted nothing more than to devour her in every way possible in that moment.

I placed the sharp tip of one scissor blade on her collar bone and slowly let it drag down her chest while we kept eye contact. Her breathing increased as the blade glided down the top of her breast. When the blade glided over the bra and directly across one hard nipple, she clenched her hands into fists, closed her eyes, and gasped out loud from the sensation.

“That’s a good girl.” I told her as she struggled to recompose herself. I placed the scissors in my back pocket and had her turn turn around. Once again my eyes feasted on the beauty of her smooth skin. Her body was too thick to be considered thin but she wasn’t fat in the slightest. Her body carried her weight in all the right places that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. Gently, I caressed her back and trailed my hands down until I cupped each breathtaking cheek before me. Placing one hand on her hip to hold her in place, I pushed her forward by her shoulder blades so she bent over until she caught herself against the wall by her hands.

“Now, for your punishment for not calling me by my proper title, ‘Sir’. Spread your legs.” I commanded. Natalia did as instructed but not too quick as to give away her enthusiasm yet also not slow enough to show any reluctance. Her movements were the perfect speed and just sensual enough that I got the impression she was taking control of her situation. She flared her ass out just a bit extra on purpose knowing she had my attention like no other woman ever has. She then leaned her body back until her bare ass rubbed against the unmistakable log that had formed beneath my pants where she wiggled it with unconstrained excitement. It felt good. Really good.

In one swift movement, I thrust into her hips which pushed her hands firmly against the wall again, released my hands from her body, dislodged myself from her by taking a step back and then slapped the bare soft ass cheek as hard as I could ensuring I held nothing back. I felt the resounding crack of my hand jolt through my arm but my eyes feasted on the shock wave of her skin my hand caused that rippled from her ass to the rest of her body. I heard a distinctive gasp from shock that quickly rolled into a low drawn out moan. A hand print began to appear on her soft cheek starting pink and quickly forming to a nice red, each finger of the print clearly seen.

A second resounding crack echoed through her small home as a twin print was delivered to her other ass cheek. Another shockwave traveled the plentifulness of her ass. Another moan. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I took the soft flesh of her ass into my hands and kneaded it firmly watching it move and mold to my fingers. “This,” I commented, continuing to play, “is an amazing ass you have little one.”

“Thank you sir,” she responded exhaling hard enough for me to hear but not quite enough to be considered a moan.

With one hand I trailed up her back and proceeded to remove the band holding her hair into a ponytail letting it fall where gravity took it. Then I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her firmly where she was. My other hand traveled between her thick thighs to her pussy which radiated a considerable amount of heat. Her panties weren’t dry anymore. I couldn’t even call them wet. They were absolutely drenched. “Well my dear, and how long has it been since this started?”

“Since I opened the door for you, Sir.”

“To be honest, I was a little doubtful of all of this. To say I wanted it would severely undermine the strength of my desire for you. However, this,” I said pulling her thong to one side and burying a finger into her pussy in one movement pulling yet another moan from the slut at my command, “proves that even if your mind had doubts your body was begging for me.” Her pussy was wrapped tight even around one finger. I pulled it out, positioned two at her entrance and pushed in again relishing how sopping wet she was. She rose up onto the tips of her toes. I angled my fingers down and started to manipulate them around her g-spot. Her moans were a drug that put me in a high I never wanted to come down from. They started low and glutteral but gradually became clearer, sharper, faster. When she sounded like she was going to hit her crescendo I pulled my fingers out and spun her, shoved her against a wall and closed the distance gripping her throat with my dry hand.

She was startled and confused but more than that her eyes burned with a desperate need to cum. The eye contact was intense. I leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. When I pulled away she tried to follow me but I shoved her back again. I looked at my other hand, the first two fingers wet and glistening. The smell of her sex was intoxicating to say the least. I wanted to bury my face in her depths. Instead, looking at her to ensure I had her full attention, I licked each finger clean savoring her musky sweetness.

“Delicious.”

Her knees nearly buckled but the fire in her never dimmed. “Hands behind your back.” This time she started to move the moment behind left from my mouth. Good girl indeed. I walked into the kitchen to my box and pull out another small box. This one was about the size of a DVD case but was about an inch thick. I placed it under my arm and held it there with my elbow while I closed the box and return to Natalia, still standing where I left her, shivering almost but certainly not from being cold. I took the scissors from my pocket again and deftly snipped her bra in the front followed by each strap pulling yet another confused gasp from her. Her bountiful tits burst forward and her nipples had tightened up into hard nubs. I pulled it from her body and held it up to her to see. “Never wear a bra around me again. Your body is too amazing to keep contained and any chance to hide it from me with unnecessary clothing WILL be punishable.”

“Yes Sir.”

I broke eye contact again. I gently caressed and hefted each delicate globe on her chest, my thumb circling her nipples; never touching only teasing. Her DD breasts felt like they were made for my hands, not too much, not too little. Perfect.

“Red is a very nice color on you my dear. You do that collar justice for sure.” I began to take it off and once removed I could tell a noticeable change in her demeanor. She almost seemed to become shy and shrink into herself a little as if the only thing she wanted to do was hide. Thinking through the logic of the events of the last few minutes, I came to a simple conclusion, she was having a moment of insecurity. Maybe she felt as if I was done with her. Like somehow I came to my senses and the moment of heat had passed. Why else would I have stopped so directly and removed the gift I was so eager to give her. I smiled. More and more I found her just insanely fucking…cute.

“Do not fret my slut. You’re going to be wearing this a lot for me. This collar will become as familiar to your neck as your fingernails are to your fingers. However, I don’t think it would do well to have you wearing that when we all arrive here later.” I opened the box that was under my arm and showed it to her. Within the felt-lined box was a thin loop of chain mail with a simple ring at its center. The collar was much more discreet and to unknowing eyes would simply appear to be a necklace that was made too small. Quickly, I secured the clasp and admired the silver against her neck. The confidence in herself and my desire for her seems to immediately reappear into her composure.

Placing a hand on her lower back, I pulled her to me and kissed her…hard. If she couldn’t feel the passion I had for her through that kiss, there was no way I could explain it to her any better. Our lips locked and our tongues fought and played. My other hand wrapped tight into her hair as our passion grew. I moved the hand on her back down to her pussy and started to play with her clit. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her little nub with hard tight little circles. When her knees started to shake and her breath started to catch I stopped. She groaned in frustration and clawed at me but I pulled her away by her hair.

“Stop.” I commanded her. She took a deep breath, an obvious struggle, but the action made her chest rise in such a delicious way I was actually asking myself why I gave her such a command in that moment. This absolute beauty was here naked with the exception of a pair of lace underwear and a collar and I was stopping her instead of ravishing her.

“I’m going to go. You’re going to get cleaned up. Take a nice long shower and feel your clit throb as you remember these moments. This collar doesn’t come off until I give you permission. You do not get your release unless I say you can. You are amazing,” I said kissing her forehead. “You are beautiful,” I said kissing the tip of her nose. “You are breathtaking,” I said kissing her lips. “But most importantly…You. Are. Mine.” I said with finality. “Understood?”

She nodded her head quickly, again causing her body to shake and tremble. I couldn’t let her know but my internal struggle was reaching a breaking point and I had to leave or we would have to cancel the DnD session because she would be broken for how much I wanted to fuck her into and through the floor. My cock ached and begged to be touched. My hand still had the tell tale stinging feeling from how hard I slapped her ass. I was losing control myself as my desire intensified. I took a stilling breath, pointed to her bedroom. “Good girl. Now go, I’ll be back later. I look forward to DnD tonight. Do not look inside the box. Dress in something I’ll enjoy.”

“Yes Sir.” She said, slipping by me and walking away. Both of her ass cheeks still had burning red hand prints on them. With the sway of her hips and appearance and disappearance of butt cheek creases where they met her thighs, I literally found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her. It wasn’t until she was out of sight that my trance was broken.

I took a deep breath and quickly adjusted my cock so it wasn’t quite so painful. I grabbed her discarded bra and took it with me. It would serve well as a trophy reminder of this moment. I picked up her pants, folded them and placed them on the kitchen counter and made my way back outside. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute as I donned my gear and started up the Harley. The wind felt great and relaxed my mind even though it still raced with the fresh memories. Overall, the visit was quick so the guys didn’t ask any questions when I got back to the hotel.

We all rode around the area together until 6:30pm when it was time to ride to her house. Four motorcycles pulling up together made some noise so it was no surprise that she was opening the door for us as we walked up. Before she was dressed for personal comfort but this time she was dressed with the distinctive idea to tease. She wore two inch heels, white thigh-high stockings, and a black skirt that reached mid-thigh at best. She had on a white button down blouse that was tight across her chest and had the first few buttons unbuttoned showing off a thin white tank top below. I let each of the guys introduce themselves first and walked passed her through the doorway. When she turned back to me, my eyes were hard and she was taken aback.

“What is this?” I asked quietly.

Her insecurity quickly rose and she quickly looked herself over smoothing out her blouse and skirt. “I..I..” she stammered. “I thought you’d like it.”

Her sudden nervousness stopped me in my tracks. I heard her words and considered them. “This,” I said quietly tapping her heels, touching her skirt, and her blouse, “are sexy as fuck on you.” I grabbed the undershirt that was peeking out of the top of her blouse, “This. Is. Unnecessary.” My sweet little Natalia visibly swallowed after I said it. “Go take it off.”

“But Sir,” she started.

“Now.” I commanded staring into her eyes as I passed her into the house.

“Yes Sir,” I heard from behind me as the door closed. She directed us all to her rectangular dining room table which was already set up for our evening campaign and excused herself before disappearing to the back of her home.

“Oh, Natalia, one more thing,” I called out to her as I followed her to the door of her room. She turned around and waited. I handed her a small velvet pouch, “Put this in.” I turned and left before she could ask anything further.

I set up my iPad and logged into my character account and set up my dice. The guys were in good spirits but none of them could match the high I was on. While completely sexually frustrated on a level I don’t believe I’ve ever been on before, I was still giddy with excitement. Natalia was stunning in her outfit and the others noticed it also making a comment on how incredibly sexy she was in it. I smiled. If they only knew that what they saw dulled to what the outfit was hiding beneath.

Natalia came back out, the rhythmic steps of her heels unmistakable on the hardwood flooring. She came into view and the chatter of the guys stopped dead. She looked me straight in the eye, a small smirk on her face as she knew exactly the effect she had on all of us. Her chest still strained against her shirt, but her nipples were hard and predominant. Luckily, they weren’t a dark contrast on her skin or they would be much more clearly visible than they were now. Now they were simply hard nubs straining against the hard fabric. She took a seat behind her dungeon master screen. She looked down to gather new notes and start preparing.

The guys all glanced to each other silently asking if everyone observed the same thing. They all smirked like kids in high school who saw something dirty about their teacher.

I took out my phone and started swiping until I found what I was looking for. I clicked on the screen and then Natalia dropped the dice she was holding and grabbed the table. “Everything okay?” I asked her.

She cleared her throat, recovering quickly, “Yes, I just dropped my dice.” She dipped her head below the partition and looked at me. She mouthed ‘sir’ to me.

I smiled. I had a feeling I was going to love using the wireless vibrator. that I had handed to her before she went into her room. I wanted to ensure she followed my instructions correctly. I bought it at the same store I bought the other items in the box but kept it with me so I could test it and see what it was capable of. What I loved most about it was just for this occasion. It was quiet. So quiet that at the lowest setting it was nearly undetectable…well…it would be if she wouldn’t have dropped her dice. Just for fun, just as she was about to speak, I sent a quick buzz straight to her pussy but she took it in stride. The only reason I knew it worked was because from my angle, I could see her hand ball tightly into a fist.

The campaign proceeded as usual. Randomly I would send brief jolts to the toy to torment her pussy. During one intense sidebar discussion amongst the players, I acted like I got an important work message and openly looked at my phone. The great thing about the app is I can directly control the intensity with deft movements of my fingers up and down on the screen. I started low and began to take it up until I could faintly hear it noting the threshold. Natalia was staring at me, hands balled tightly around her pen and dice. She bit her lip and I wanted nothing more than flip the table, pull her to me, and bite those lips myself. Instead, I acted like I was sending a text message swiping my finger left and right and up and down. Natalia, the adorable little slut, struggled so hard to maintain eye contact with me, swallowing down every little squeal and moan she wanted to release but couldn’t because the other guys at the table would know. The vibration intensity of the toy rose and fell swiftly and I saw her shake and shudder, thighs pressed together tightly. She closed her eyes and let out a barely audible long sigh as she came in front of my eyes.

I set the vibrator to the lowest setting and set to continuous mode. From here to when I stop it or the battery goes dead, the steady hum would reverberate within the depths of her pussy. We met eyes again and I put my phone down. She realized the vibration wasn’t stopping and her eyes narrowed and she smirked. Moving her arm she knocked off a few dice onto the floor. The guys noticed but saw she was already moving to get them.

“One is too far, I can’t reach it, can you get it for me?” she asked me. I bent down to get it and the moment I did she spread her legs wide in my direction giving me a perfect view between her thighs. She wore a pair of sheer panties that clearly showed me a beautiful shaved pussy and also held in the purple toy currently vibrating inside of her. The smell of her hit me like a drug that sent my cock from a solid chub to raging erection. I was slow to pick up the dice which had coincidentally fallen closer to me than her, but I stopped when I noticed that her chair…was soaked. I reached forward and slid a finger up one line of her panty quickly feeling how wet she was. I handed her the dice with the other hand and brought the wet finger to my lips and tasted her sex. Fuck she was delicious. I immediately wanted to dive in and drink it from the source. That would have to wait until later.

“Got it,” Tim called out and broke us out of our tease session. Which of the two of us won that little battle is unclear. She definitely caught me off guard. I grinned slightly knowing the war was still in progress as Tim blurted out his plan for the current situation. I left the vibrator on and we resumed our campaign. I honestly couldn’t pay attention to it. I was zoned in on Natalia’s face and body. I could see when she struggled. I could see when she rode out some micro orgasms. She hid it very fucking well but I had a better side angle so I can see more of her body and hands which were trembling. And the room started to smell of her essence. I may have been floating through the clouds for all the attention I was putting into the campaign. This was untold amounts more exciting.

For another hour she endured. I could tell she was getting tired. I’m not even sure how my brain was functioning with my cock hogging all of the blood in circulation right now. Finally, we reached a stopping point and the guys started to get their things together. Natalia stayed seated as they started for the door after saying good byes. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Hands on the table. Palms down. Don’t move a muscle until I get back.” She obeyed and let out a low groan of frustration.

I grabbed my bag and walked outside. Tim and Dan were already donning their riding gear ready to head back. I put my bag in the tour pack of my bike and feigned stupidity. “Damn, I left my keys in there. Be right back.”

When the house door closed behind me, I moved with a purpose. I rushed, passed her and into the kitchen, ripping open the box and searching the contents within. I found what I needed and returned to the dining room table where she waited clearly frustrated yet patient. I swept all of the remaining items on the table, they scattered across the floor. I pulled her up by her collar, kissed her deeply, and pushed her onto it. “Lay down. Arms over your head. Heels against that sexy ass of your. Legs spread wide.”

She laid down with her ass near the end of the table. “You think it’s sexy do you?” she teased. She brought her feet to rest with her heels pressed against her ass. She rested on her back and complied like the obedient little submissive slut she was. I had the pleasure of seeing her eyes widen slightly when I laid down a pile of rope on her stomach. Taking one with experienced hands, I created a loop and secured it to one ankle before then winding a web from ankle to thigh up to her knee locking her leg in that bent position. She would not be able to extend it.

Then, I tied the knee to the side table leg which prevented her from closing her legs. I did the same to the other. Next were her wrists which I tied together with a handcuff knot with extra safety so she couldn’t escape them. I also webbed her arms from wrists to elbow. It took me about ten minutes total. Now, she was splayed across her own table bound and helpless. I walked around the table admiring her beauty and her situation. I moved the chair she was sitting in and noticed an actual puddle in the middle of the seat. I smiled. I ended up where her head was so she looked up from me upside down. I reached down and tore open her blouse exposing her creamy tits for my eyes to feast on. I also reached down and flipped her skirt up so her sex was clearly seen.

For the last final touch, I replaced the discreet collar necklace with the red leather collar again. She stretched her neck against the fabric as if savoring the touch. I think she missed the feel of it.

My phone snaps great pictures. I know because every picture I took at that moment while circling the table one more time was beautiful. “I’m headed out for a bit. Don’t go anywhere.” I then opened the vibrator app and set it to change speed and vibration based on music playing on my music playlist. She started to struggle and moan as the sensations attacked her most sensitive region.

The guys asked what took so long and I simply commented I wanted to talk to her for a few minutes because she was so damn cute and sexy which they all agreed. We rode off and got some dinner. I made sure my playlist never stopped with the exception of once when I stopped it and set it to max speed and intensity for thirty seconds straight. I should have set up a camera I thought in hind-sight. After dinner I broke away from the group and returned to the house.

As I approached the house, I could hear her from outside the door and it sounded like she was cursing. I opened it and walked inside quietly.

“No no no no No NO you stupid fucking toy, don’t do that. Die already!” she was yelling.

I opened my phone and stopped the toy. I heard her let out a sigh of relief. I peaked from afar and saw her on her back still, chest and face covered in a layer of sweat. Her tits rose and fell with her labored breaths like she just got back from a run.

Then I clicked the app and the toy buzzed back to full life. Poor Natalia groaned and yelled, “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.”

I walked up quickly to her and playfully slapped her face. “It’s not nice to swear so loud like that, what if the neighbor’s kids heard you?” I chuckled. She did her best to throw me a murderous gaze but I do believe she looked even sexier covered in sweat and sexual frustration. The table between her legs looked as if someone spilled water on it. “I see the battery held out very well.”

“Too fucking well,” she responded.

I raised my eye brows at her response. Clearly frustrated indeed. “Too fucking well….?” I inquired.

“Fuck you.” she said, but I could tell she meant it playfully.

I nodded to myself while looking her in the eyes. “Well then, I see this is going to be more fun than I thought. Dinner was great, but,” I said moving around to where I was between her thighs, “I was most looking forward to dessert.” I reached forward and moved the destroyed panty to the side. I pulled out the remote vibrating toy which was only three inches long inserted. Just enough to tease the fun parts. I moved her previously soaked chair and replaced it with my own dry one taking up residence before a feast.

“What? No, too sensitive after that.” She asked incredulously.

“You heard me little one.” With that, I licked her sweet honey pot from hole to clit and back with long broad strokes of my tongue. At first taste from the source, I knew she was in for a world of hurt because I wasn’t moving from this seat for a while. I slid two fingers into her dripping cunt and lapped at her fluids like a starving man. Her body tried to fight but all she ended up doing was moving her hips a little up and down effectively make it easier for me to taste every inch of her sex. I took my cream covered fingers and slid one into her ass while I sucked hard on her clit. She moaned heavily at the expanding assault on her body. I stood up and leaned over her while sliding my wet finger in and out of her ass, stretching my thumb up to tease her clit at the same time. I bent down and took one hard nipple into my mouth savoring the taste of her skin and feeling the rigid nubs graze against my teeth. I licked, sucked, and playfully bit each one. Then I kissed and playfully bit her skin ever few inches trailing down back down between her legs. until I sucked on her clit. Her body spasmed and a bit of my face was coated with squirting juices as her orgasm rocked her again. I shoved two fingers from my other hand into her pussy and curled them like all women I’ve been with loved, never stopping my suction on her clit. I sucked it so far into my mouth I was able to still run my tongue along it while I did.

She started to whimper and beg me to stop after another orgasm hit her. I released her clit and removed my hands from between her legs. I walked to the kitchen and washed up. I returned with a warm wet towel and started to wipe her body down to remove the sweat. She was still trying to catch her breath and the rapid breaths she was taking looked great on her. I stood by her head and washed her face slowly while appreciating her beauty. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and then her lips which she returned tiredly. “You did great, little one. I was wondering if you’d survive it.”

My courageous little Natalia laughed and chuckled, “I can survive anything, Sir.”

I nodded. “I have no doubt. We’re going to find out because I never said I was done with you.”

She struggled to turn her head to look at me right-side up. “Then why are you cleaning me up? We’re not done?”

“Done? Precious, we’re just getting started. You think I’m going to let you get away with not calling me Sir earlier? I warned you. You knew you’d be punished. I was cleaning you up because I love the way skin looks dry and red after a punishment.” I didn’t have a good item to use on her for punishing her so I went to her kitchen. She kept it clean and well organized so it took me no time at all to return with the utensils I wanted for my next plan.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” she asked steadily watching my every move. “What if I don’t want it?”

I stopped and looked at her. “It’s amusing that you think you have a choice. Say you don’t want it all you dare, but if you consider your situation…,” I paused to flick the taughtness of one rope securing a leg. “…I don’t think I have to worry about you having a choice in the matter.”

“I can scream,” she told me playfully.

“Wrong, it’s not about if you can or can’t. You WILL scream by the time I’m done with you. But right now, you’re just being a brat.”

She rolled her eyes at my response and smirked.

Quicker than she could react, I grabbed the plastic spatula and slapped her left nipple with it’s flat surface. My ears were greeted by a loud thwack and her body shot off the table by two inches in response.

A painful gasp turned moan escaped her lips. “OOWWOoohhhhoohhhh…” Her nipple hardened and her breast started to turn red. Her whole body was writhing little by little riding out the shock.

“That’s right, your punishment is my pleasure.” I said gliding the tip of the spatula from her collar bone over the red area ensured I grazed her nipple as it passed. Just as she was about to speak I slapped the spatula against it once again. Her body convulsed and her breath caught in her throat. She struggled hard against your bindings with more than little success.

“Aaahhh…FUUUUCCCKKK,” she moaned.

Music to my ears.

When she settled down I bent over and took that hard nipple between my lips gently sucking on it and swirling my tongue around it. Her little noises escaping her lips confirmed her approval. I too my fingers and pressed down on her nipple and stretched it so it lost it’s rigidness. I met her eyes with mine and gently blew on her nipple, letting the wind from my mouth suck the heat from my saliva on her nipple. The coolness took effect and her nipple hardened into a delicious little nub again. Her eyes gave away her pleasure and it made my cock throb. I would do this for eternity to see her with the look in those eyes at that moment.

I left her there for a moment and returned with a bowl that I sat down between her thighs and a blindfold which I secured over her eyes. I took another picture for my personal collection. I went to the kitchen once more and returned with paper towels that were damp with hot water. I laid them across her chest covering both of her breasts entirely. She shifted uncomfortable at first but remained silent as the heat became bearable. I took the time while I waited to caress her skin in different areas. She would jump if I moved too far between strokes because she couldn’t see what I was doing. Dragging my finger to her shoulder and then reappearing on her inner thigh was shocking yet almost ticklish. When I touched her neck, she leaned in like a cat relishing the touch.

I took my shoes off to further keep her from tracking my movements. I went and leaned against the wall and simply admired her. I kept telling myself that I was the luckiest fucking guy alive and nothing could convince me otherwise. Natalia kept looking around straining to hear anything but I kept absolutely still, even controlling my breathing in order to help keep her from determining where I was. She must have thought I left her there. I carefully and very slowly moved to her legs again. I reached into the bowl and grabbed an ice cube considering where to start.

To be honest, the choice wasn’t very hard. Her clit was so engorged that it stuck out as if begging to me. I positioned my fist, now enclosed around the ice melting it, right above her sensitive little nub. I saw the moisture come down to the bottom and hold there until enough arrived to create the first ice cold water drip which splashed perfectly on it’s target.

“Jesus Fuck!” she said instinctively trying to pull away but held firm by the table. Another drop landed and another. The cool water washed down through her pussy lips spreading the chill wherever they traveled. I bent down and then licked that cool moisture with my warm tongue. “MMmm….that feel’s good,” she purred, trying to grind against my tongue in the smallest of movements.

I kissed up her body loving the feeling of her soft smooth skin on my lips. I removed the warm paper towels and took each nipple into my mouth for a second before moving up and kissing her on the lips. While kissing her, I let the ice melt in my hand and drip down onto her breast, slightly misjudging where her nipple was due to my angle but the effect was still the same. The ice cold water landing where the hot paper towel was more than ice cold. It was painfully pleasurable. She could feel my smile on her lips. “That’s so different. It feels so fucking good.” More water flowed down each breast leaving a trail of cold until it disappeared down the side of her body.

I proceeded to hold my hand above her body from a few feet up and just let the water drip where they fell. I varied them so not all drips were near one another. One would hit her neck, another her cheek, then her thigh, then her breast again, then her face, her feet, her belly button. Each ice cold drip elicited an involuntary response from her body. When the ice was tiny and almost gone, I told her to open her mouth and fed it to her. She eagerly took it and smiled in response, crunching it and swallowing eagerly.

“Thank you, Sir. My throat was getting a little dry.”

“Anytime, little one.”

“Are you pleased with me?”

I sat between her legs again and spread her pussy lips wide with one hand fully exposing her clit. I licked it softly and pulled my face away. I’m sure on some level this would be considered pure torture but on other levels, I just wanted to see how she would react. I took my time and aimed properly. The flat end of the spatula landing firmly on her sensitive fully exposed clit with a surprisingly loud smack. She started to thrash on the table from the sudden jolt of pain to her most sensitive area. I quickly place a fresh piece of ice directly against the top of her clit and let it’s warmth melt it.

I know ice directly on skin can be unbearable which is why when we do have a need to do so, we often place the ice within some cloth in order to alleviate that discomfort. She had just taken a smack to her clit which spread a sort of fire through her body and now she has the full brunt of a cube of ice fighting that previous feeling. Her thrashing continued, her face twisted in pain, pleasure, confusion. It looked as if she couldn’t understand what her body was trying to relay to her brain.

After almost a minute of her thrashing and trying to figure it out, I removed the ice cube and dove onto her pussy with my mouth once again fighting the cold with the warmth of my mouth and tongue. She jolted again and I continued to lick and suck on her clit while shoving two fingers once more into her whore pussy. I didn’t tease her this time, I simply attacked her until I was rewarded with another screeching cry as she once again coated me in her sexual fluids, this time seemingly more than the last.

I looked down and saw my shirt and pants were wet so I stood up and took them off. I stood there now in only a pair of black boxer briefs which while usually tight to begin with, were struggling to contain my hard cock. I unsecured her legs from the table while she was recovering and then untied the ropes that kept her knees bent. She slowly extended them, enjoying a different type of pleasure in doing so. I took one leg onto my shoulder and looked down it’s firm length touching every inch with my hands while also kissing her ankle. I did the same for the other giving it a very brief joint massage.

“Pleased with you indeed you little slut.”

I moved around and unsecured the bindings both to the table and around her arms and wrists. I provided another brief massage to her arms and shoulders understanding that being tied down often became aggravated whether she did all of her thrashing or not. I moved and pulled her legs to the end of the table by her legs and pulled her to me. I took her shirt off completely along with everything else until she wore only the collar and the blindfold. I marveled at her nakedness savoring the view before me.

I pulled her close and pressed our bodies together. She was surprised by my lack of clothing, touching my shoulders, back and sides searching but finding nothing. Her skin was an array of temperatures. Her check still lingering with the warmth of the paper towels from minutes earlier

with the rest of her body speckled between warm and cool. She pressed against me hard and we kissed. My hands roamed her body and her hands were on mine.

I have never been the most fit person in my life but I have always been fairly active. The only issue is I also love my tacos. I’m not fat, but I’m not skinny. I fall firmly into the average family of men. When her hands reached down and found I had one article of clothing on, she pouted but immediately found what she was looking for. Her hand gripped my cock over the fabric feeling it’s girth and hardness. Seemingly pleased, she began to stroke it.

I reached up and pulled the blindfold down until it rested around her throat along with her collar. “Only such attention from you right now should be done from your knees.”

Without hesitation, she dropped before me down to her knees, eyes locked on her prize, and continued to stroke and tease. She leaned in and planted a kiss on the tip and down the shaft and back leaving little wet marks on the only layer between my cock and bliss. She looked up and met my eyes, “May I, Sir?” After I nodded in response, she slowly started to peel the elastic band down. She didn’t pull out and down though, just down which pulled my cock down with it until it got a little uncomfortable. When I’m hard, pointing my cock down is not an option. Natalia then started to pull out a little and my cock sprang from it’s confines to greet her beautiful smiling face and gently tapping her lips. She removed my boxers and I stepped out of them.

Her slender hands were warm as she slowly stroked the length of my cock. She pressed it against her face and felt it’s solidity and warmth. From the look on her face, she loved playing with a nice hard one. Lips kissed it gently on the shaft. Another on the tip and then swirled her tongue around it. She lifted it up and licked me hard from balls to tip and back down again. Her tongue was warm but the saliva left behind gave me a cooling sensation. Natalia locked eyes with mine and she slowly, ever so fucking slowly, took my cock into her mouth. The head slipped past her lips and she stopped, her tongue was licking circles around it. After a few seconds, she took another inch into her mouth and proceeded to do the same thing. Then, instead of taking another inch, she started to slowly bob back and forth on the first two inches.

My cock was raging and this little slut was trying to take power from me. She was teasing me even more than her body had been teasing me for the last few hours. Completely, her body, her eyes, her face, her chest, her ass, her legs, her entire body invaded my thoughts from the moment she opened the door. And her lips, those succulent lips were now wrapped around my cock and the sight alone was enough to get lost in my mind and focus on the view below me and the feeling that was rushing through my body. Her lips were magic. Her lips were torture. Her lips were…not doing enough. With a groan I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into her mouth until her throat stopped me. She gagged like a good little slut so I pulled out, and shoved back in again.

I was trying to get a good rhythm going but I noticed that anytime I pushed too deep, she kept moving back away at the last part of the thrust. That wasn’t going to do. I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her just under her shoulders and dragged her across the floor until her back was to a wall. I pushed her head back against the wall with a small bang and once again shoved my cock into her mouth. She gagged a little but couldn’t pull away because of the wall. I couldn’t keep the grin off of my face as I watched her struggle with a fiery passion. She was bound and determined. I started to go slower so she could have a better chance of satisfying me properly. After a minute or two of letting her pull my cock into her mouth she started to take me deeper than before. A minute later and I bottomed out as she held me in her mouth and down her throat. She quickly looked up and I could feel her smile so big around my cock it reached her eyes.

“Good fucking girl,” I said pulling out and pushing back in slowly and sure enough she took every inch. I did it again with the same results. I started to move faster and she was now smoothly taking it without struggling. I gripped the sides of her head and started to fuck her face roughly. Spit started to drip from her mouth to her chin which was being repeatedly attacked by my heavy sack. I fucked her quick and steady with the feeling of her tongue grazing my shaft with each stroke, of entering into her throat and feeling it all constrict around me, of my balls slapping against her chin. The view of her below me, naked on her knees one hand now pinching one of her nipples and the other on my hip encouraging me to use her for my pleasure was becoming too much. I could feel my balls start to tighten as my orgasm approached and slowed the movements of my hips. When I thrust too fast, I lose some sensation compared to when I move slow. By moving slow I could better feel the slight suction of her mouth and her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my shaft.

Her eyes looked up and I saw the twinkle in her eye as she knew what was coming. From the depths my orgasm raced forward, my cock swelled up in her mouth and she pulled me until I was lodged firmly in the back of her throat. Her tongue stroked the base of my shaft with a frenzy. I felt my cum flow to the end of my cock as my muscles tightened and I erupted. “Fucking Hell,” I groaned softly, my legs weakening as my orgasm continued. My cum flowed down her throat and I felt her swallowing around my cock which enhanced it all. I’d never had someone do that to me and instantly I knew I needed to have it again. It hit me so hard and so long I leaned forward until my head was pressed against the wall behind her.

She moaned a little in satisfaction. I’m pretty sure while I was doing the fucking, she was playing her own little game of pleasure and was pleased with her results at what she did to me. While I caught my breath now that my orgasm tapered off, She pulled me out of her mouth and proceeded to clean my cock slowly ensuring no spot was missed. Looking down at her I saw her chest was now splattered with her own saliva where it dropped from her mouth. My cock twitched again.Holy hell what a view.

I felt like I should be getting used to her beauty but it seemed like every few minutes I was still taken aback by it. She was the definition of beautiful and even calling her sexy seemed like it took away from what she actually was.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to stand and sandwiched her naked body between my body and the wall. I kissed her deeply. I was still hard and my cock pressed between her thick thighs. We both groaned together as it split the folds of her wet pussy and she grinded against me. “You…are quite talented little one.”

I could feel her lips move in a smile clearly pleased with the compliment. “I aim to please, Sir.”

I smiled at her response slowly thrusting my cock between her thighs. “I can see that.” My hands caressed her body again. “I need to see what all you’re capable of.”

Natalia purred in my ear, “I think I’ve proven quite enough of what I am capable of Sir.”

My hand traveled up her body, gliding over one breast feeling the hard nipple move across my palm, and continuing up until my fingers locked around her throat. I used my thumb to apply pressure to and she turned her head away from me. My grip tightened. I leaned in close to whisper, “I wasn’t asking for your thoughts Poppet, I was saying what was going to happen. I’m going to test your physical limitations and your desire to please while also indulging in a bit of my own needs.”