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Before you start reading this story, I do have to make somethings very clear. This post is very very NSFW Like my other stories, this work is pure fiction The characters in this story are both willing participants This story, in no way, shows that I think men are superior to women. I fully believe that men and women are equal in all aspects of life and should be treated as such. As this story is NSFW and adult in nature, you read at your own risk, and as such, you cannot hold the writer responsible for your reactions. Feel free to comment and discuss after you have read. “Remove all your clothes my pet”, he said as he looked into her in the eyes. With trembling hands, she lifted her top up over her head, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushes them down her legs, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and paused. She then looked down and removed her bra, and slowly pushed her panties down her legs. “Kneel pet”, he said sternly, as he continued to look intently at her. She slowly got down on her knees. He took the long five strides to her slowly. To her it seemed an eternity before he reached her. He placed his hand on the top of her head. Slowly he slid his hand down the side of her face and she leaned into his hand. With the tips of his fingers, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You have been too long out of your collar”, he said as his brought his other hand out from behind his back her collar in his hand.. “Present for me pet”, he said. She moved forward onto all fours, pulled her shoulders down to expose her neck more as she kept her eyes on the ground. As the collar went around her neck, she felt her heart race and a warmth start to rise in her lower belly. As he slid the strap past each hole, the collar tightened around her neck, the heat between her legs rose and a mew escaped her lips. She hoped he didn't hear it for she knew he would punish her for it. She hoped he did hear it for she knew he would punish her for it. Once he had the collar cinched into place he stood before her. “Have you been bad my pet”, he asked her. The tone of his voice told her that he already knew the answer. She kept her eyes lowered. “Yes Sir. I was a bad pet”, she said with a tremor in her voice. “What did you do my pet,” he asked. She knew he knew. She couldn't get out of this one. In a whisper she said “I took..” “What!” he said sternly, the anger rising in his voice. “I took a.....” “WHAT! Speak up pet.” He growled at her. “I'm sorry Sir. I took another man’s cock into my mouth and I enjoyed it”, she cried. She heard more than saw his feet walk off to the side of the room, heard him grab something off the table. She waited as he feet moved closer to her again, stopping right in front of her. “You will be punished for this, pet”, he walked behind her out of her site. She tried to brace for what was to come. She waited and waited. When nothing happened, she relaxed a bit, then before she knew it, she heard the whu and the loud crack of leather hitting flesh, then she felt the sting on her left ass cheek. Whu again and she felt the leather bite into her right ass cheek. He paused to let her catch her breath. He could see the quick expansion and compression of her ribs as she recovered from the smacks. The redness already glowed on each cheek. He slid the paddle over her cheeks as he stroked her back as he watched her breath start to slow. With a quick flick of his wrist, the paddle again bit into her ass, he stroked her cheeks again and then snapped the paddle into her other cheek. He could now hear her whimpers. “You more than enjoyed his cock in your mouth, didn’t you pet”, he said. She nodded, “Yes si….” whu, crack, whu, crack. Whimpers escaped her as she fought to catch her breath again. He stroked her back again, slid the paddle over her cheeks. His pants were tightening around the hardness of his cock. He slid the paddle between her legs, turning it to force her to open her legs more. He brought the paddle back up and stroked it across the wetness of her lips. She moaned and swayed her hips at the touch. Whu, crack. “Why do I do this my pet?” he asked. “Because I am such a slut Sir,” she whimpered, her head down. Whu, crack. She jumped a little at the sting, a moan escaped her lips. “You enjoy sucking cock, don’t you pet,” he stated, more than he asked. “Yes Sir.” Whu, crack, whu, crack. Her body bucks as an orgasm rips through her body responding to the pleasure pain she has received from the spanks. He moved back around front of her, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock, slowly stroking it. “Show me pet,” he commands her. She quickly moved forward and reached out to take his cock in her hand. She stroked it, rubbed it against her face…. kissed it…. licked it….., eventually she pulled it into her mouth, working it in and out while she stroked it with her hand, keeping one hand on the ground to maintain her balance. “Mmmmmm, that’s such a good pet,” he growled at her, as his hips start to move back and forth with the actions of her mouth and hand, causing her to moan in pleasure at being told she is a good pet. Before he lost too much control, he pulled himself from her mouth and moved around behind her. He positioned his cock at the wet opening of her pussy, easing just the head in. He then grabbed her hips and pulled as he thrusted deep into her. "Now beg pet." “Oh God yes Sir. Fuck me hard!” she screamed as he drove into her again and again. The passion of them both rising higher and higher. “Aaahh!” she cried hoarsely as her excitement crested and her body started to orgasm, spasming around him, which caused him to thrust deep into her as his own orgasm ripped through his body. They collapsed to the floor as their bodies shook and trembled, coming down from their orgasms, both making unintelligible sounds. As they started to come down, he stroked her side as he kept his body pressed against her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you my pet.” “No Sir”, she said as she pressed her body against him more. “Thank you for taking care of me as you do Sir” she said, and he kissed her neck.
Now for something entirely different--there's a subreddit called "dirtywritingprompts," with ideas for us perverted smut writers. The writing prompt for this piece was: "You lose the power to climax at all. Instead pleasure is reduced [and] you become much more horny." It was maddening. Over three weeks she sent me photos, an open arrangement she had termed "preparation for my visit." No other instruction, and scarcely a dirty word. She said little more than a place and time, and practically purred at me, "Don't miss it, or you'll regret it." She looked fantastic when I first saw her across the brightly sunlit room. A loose dress, blown out auburn hair, piercing green eyes. Like something drawn, not born, ripped out of a comic book and given flesh. Now I'm starting to wonder if meeting those eyes with mine was a mistake. You see, she looked great disrobed as well, a fact plainly visible as I scrolled through the photos on my phone. Curvy, great skin, and those lips. The side of her mouth was ever pulled up in a smirk, always smirking. Truth is, I had developed a nigh-Pavlovian response to the sound of notifications from the texting service of her choice. Weeks later, I was still feeling the same effect--a familiar bulge in my trousers, my mouth watering in anticipation of putting my lips on that flawless frame, but yet, no end to my frustration. I can't explain it, but as turned on as I always was, I could never, ya know, finish and clear my head. As I said, there was little instruction on her part, and little instruction did not include any admonishment--nor encouragement--to fully avail myself of the photos she was sending. It didn't even feel as good as it had before her. By this point, my nights had become too familiar: a notification sound from my phone, the inevitable hard-on, rub myself for 10, 30 minutes, an hour, and nothing. Eventually I would have to forcefully push her out of my mind, and I could swear I was hearing a ghost of her fruity laughter from that initial meeting in the back of my head. The good news is it was finally time. I was on my way to meet her, at a locale of her choice. I wasn't even entirely sure if this was a neutral site or her place. She had been out of town for a month and I hadn't thought to scout the place out. All I could think about was getting some release, sight unseen, trying to carve her out of all this headspace she was renting. At least, so I hoped. I rapped on the door of a ranch-style home, a bit off the beaten path, and it was immediately clear she wasn't wasting any time, as I wasn't--I was quite punctual. The door opened right away, and there she was, in a silky, floral print robe that barely covered the essentials. It sure didn't look like she had on any garments underneath. "Are you coming in?" she asked, voice full of mirth. I must have been gawking. Shaking my head, I nodded silently, and crossed the threshold. She closed the door behind me. After the door shut out the cool night air, she gestured down a dimly lit hallway with an outstretched hand. Thank god. No small talk, no offers of refreshment, no "how was the drive?" Just getting down to business. Exactly what I needed. I followed her to the back, watching her surefooted stride and listening to the swish of the robe as she walked. A scent wafted behind her, something I couldn't quite place. It had floral notes, and something else resembling that smell outside after a rain. She stepped into a bedroom, lit by candlelight on either side of the bed. Pale, gentle moonlight filtered through a large window off to the side of the room, curtains drawn back. She stepped in front of the king-sized bed and turned around to face me. Hips askew, arms outstretched, and that knowing smirk. She didn't even have to say, "well, shall we get started?" I crossed the short distance between us and closed in. All that pent up energy, all that frustration, I could put it aside for this moment. I pressed my lips to hers and wrapped my arms around her. It all smacked of pure comfort: soft lips, the silky, cool feel of the robe but with all that heat underneath. She breathed a moan against me as she kissed me back. I had already decided I wasn't going to take it slow. I moved my lips down to her ear, her neck, and took in her scent while I nibbled. I was dimly aware of her own hands on my waist, pulling me into her, but I was too focused on my pleasure, my need. I pushed her down onto the bed, loosened the waistband of her robe, and flung it open. She looked amazing there in the candlelight, my hand-drawn, frustrating temptress. Her hair was spread out on the topsheet, along with the open robe. Her nipples began to harden in the cool air, and me, ever hungry, had to have them in my mouth. Again, that same sensation tugged at me as it had all month, that need, that desire, that drive, but something still felt off. Her hands were in my hair as I trailed away from a wet, taut nipple, and made my way down, down, down. Soft, smooth alabaster skin ran past my vision as I kissed every bit I came across. I was still in a hurry though, and I didn't linger long. Ready for more, I spread her legs, and ran my tongue flatly over her slit. She gasped, loudly, and squeaked in delight. You know, she still hadn't said a word since we got in here. No matter. I just wanted her wet enough to plunge into comfortably. I needed it, and mercifully, she didn't take long in getting ready. I trailed my tongue upward in firm strokes and sampled her with a finger. It was time. As she looked up at me expectantly, I undressed quickly. She ran her hands over my bare chest, allowing just the hint of a bite of painted nails. I was relieved to finally pop out of my pants, unrestrained. I moved swiftly in between her legs, barely needing to adjust for entry. It was so good, finally being inside her. So hot, so warm, so wet. I don't think I realized until this very moment how long I had needed this. She had arched her back in pleasure as I fucked her with short and deep strokes. Again, that nagging feeling in the back of my head was back; I couldn't really work myself in a great rhythm. She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though, considering all that moaning and writhing. Must be nice. I was finally here, finally inside her, and still, nothing. Minutes passed by, as did irritation, and then frustration, and eventually, fatigue. I wanted nothing more than to fill her up with what would surely have been an earth-shattering orgasm, but it would seem my body wasn't having any of it. I withdrew from her, and rolled over onto the bed to her side. My moist cock bounced up in the air as we lay there, gasping for air. And yet, I still wanted more. What now? She caught her breath, tossed off her robe, and crawled on top of me, positioning my cock for entry once more. Oh no, she wasn't done with me yet. She rode me fiercely, her tightness still wrapped pleasurably around me, but still definitely not enough for me to get any release. I caressed her thighs with my hands as she bounced up and down on my throbbing cock, and she dropped a pointed, pink nipple toward my mouth. Eager for any change in sensation to push me over the edge, I complied. Still nothing. It was surely at a rhythm that worked well for her, though, given the pulsing I felt around me every few minutes. She would writhe on me, stop, and then go again. That damnable smirk was there, too, every time we made eye contact. I don't really know how long this went on for, but I can tell you it left me in the same place I was at the first time she sent me those damn pictures: hard, indignant, and unsatisfied. My partner, on the other hand, was flush with sweat, and smiled at me as she lay next to me, rubbing a leg over top of mine. "So, same time next month? I'll send you more pictures. I know how much you loved them..." she trailed off. I could only nod.