0 comments/ 23841 views/ 1 favorites Doubleheader By: wickedlorelei The Cubs were losing the game 9-4, and it was the bottom of the 7th. A rally looked unlikely. The players seemed to just be going through the motions today. Considering that it was the second game of a doubleheader against the Cardinals and the temperature was in the 90s in St. Louis, Anya couldn't really blame them, and it was nice to be watching the game curled upon the couch next to Mac. But she was quickly losing interest in the game and her mind drifted to other kinds of play. Mac was absentmindedly running his fingers through her long blonde hair while trying to figure out if the pitcher was going to walk Pujols. He felt Anya's hand slip into his lap, stroking up and down his thigh. Her knuckles brushed against his cock through his blue jeans where a bulge was quickly becoming prominent. A quick glance at her face revealed this was no accident. He wondered what she was thinking. "This game is pretty much over," she said with a cheeky grin, the glint of desire in her soft blue eyes. "How about a game of our own?" "Would this be a kinky game and would it involve spanking?" he asked suggestively. "Oh, absolutely, but I want to have a turn at you, too. Why don't we do some power exchange?" "What did you have in mind?" he asked. "We could take turns topping each other. A half hour each, improvise, whatever strikes our fancy," she said with a wink, "and just see where it goes from there." "I know what strikes my fancy," Mac replied, running his hand under the hem of her shorts to caress her shapely ass and giving her a playful swat. "So who gets to start topping?" Anya asked. "It was your idea, so ladies first." After a few moments deep in thought, she told him to stay put as she went to get a few things, coming back with some thin rope, a ping-pong paddle, latex gloves and lube. "Stand up. I want those pants down around your ankles," she told him. "Yes, Ma'am." Seating herself on the couch in front of him, Anya fondled his semi-erect phallus and then cupped his testicles in her hand feeling their weight. If she had possessed any artistic ability at all, she would have wanted to sculpt him, but knew with her lack of talent she could not do him justice. With his boyish good looks and toned body, most thought he was in his early 30s, but Mac would have 45 candles on his birthday cake next month. "I think we need to continue your lesson on restraint, you naughty boy." "If it pleases you, Ma'am. I'm aching to continue my lesson," Mac replied. Taking the rope, Anya wrapped it around the base of his cock several times before bringing the ends up between the balls separating and lifting them, until they were full and bulging between the ropes. Taking a second piece of rope, she wound it around the length of the phallus up to the head and then tied it down snugly. "Now doesn't that look nice. Do you feel restrained?" "Yes, Ma'am" "Who has control of your cock and balls?" "You do, Ma'am." "And who has control of your ass?" 'You do, ma'am." "That's correct." She said, tickling his balls and smacking the head of his cock with her bare hand. Mac's cock and balls swelled against the restrictive bindings intensifying the sensation of her teasing. "Uhhh. Aaahhh!" "Did you wish to say something? Do you think I'm being too mean to you?" "No, ma'am." "That's a good boy. Now turn around and bend over. Place your hands on the couch right here." Standing up, Anya picked up the ping-pong paddle and gave him a few warm up smacks on the ass. The paddling quickly picked up in rhythm and Mac was making all sorts of interesting noises as she turned his ass a bright shade of pink. While the blows fell, Anya reached between his legs and played with his cock and balls. The flesh was tight and hot where it escaped from the ropes. A little cum seeped from the tip as she rubbed it with her thumb. He was loosened up and ready for more serious play now. Anya set down the paddle and grabbed a glove and the lube. Spreading his cheeks with her left hand, she generously applied oil to his ass, rubbing around his puckered hole with a gloved finger. Pressing against his hole, she instructed him, "I want you to push against my finger on the count of three. 1-2-3." Her finger slid past his tight sphincter and into his ass. "Very good," she told Mac, giving him a minute to adjust to the feeling of having his ass invaded. As she felt him relax, she pushed in deeper and began to slowly massage his hot inner passage. His ass was filled with nerve endings, but she knew the most sensitive spot to torment making Mac moan. After a few minutes, she added more oil and slipped in a second finger filling him further and ratcheting up the level of pleasure. Mac tried to hump against her fingers to get some release from the sensual torment, but with the ropes binding him, orgasm was denied to him. "Aaaahhh....unnhhhh" Anya played with his ass for several minutes, stroking her fingers in and out of his hole, working him up into a frenzy. "Ohhhh....please.....ummmmm." "Please what?" she asked, making him beg. "Oh fuck, please let me cum, Ma'am." "That was some very nice begging and moaning. I would like to reward you by letting you cum, but I'm sorry....Time is up." Anya told him ruefully as she gently pulled her fingers out of his ass and stripped off the glove. Mac sagged against the couch in frustration. He couldn't believe she had left him hanging like that. "You are positively evil." He groaned as she released the ropes from his cock and balls, allowing blood to rush back in and making him acutely aware of his genitals. "Aaaaahhh! You deserve a severe spanking, you bad little girl. And as payback, you will not be allowed to cum, either." "Yes, Sir," Anya replied, switching to bottom mode. "Stand right there and don't move," Mac ordered, striding off, his rock hard erection bouncing magnificently. He came back with a hairbrush and handed it to her. "Hold that and bend over." "Yes, sir. Do you want me to undress first, Sir?" "Are you questioning me? Trying to top from the bottom? " "No, Sir. Just trying to be helpful, Sir." She replied bending over. Mac grabbed her shorts with one hand and pulled them up, giving her a wedgie. The fabric pulled and rubbed against her clit sending shocks through her and causing her to gasp. "Ooohh" "I'm the one in control now and you will do exactly as I say. Do we have an understanding on this?" "Yes, Sir. This girl is yours to do with as you please." Mac's hand came down on her ass making her squeal. "That's right. Now give the brush to me." As she handed it to him, he pulled up on her shorts forcing her up onto her tiptoes and more fully exposing her ass to him. It was a most humiliating position to be in, and she felt helpless. The brush came down on the pink imprint left by his hand followed by a blow to the other side. "Ow!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Mac thrashed her ass several more times with the brush, and she could feel her ass burning. "Ow. Ow. Ow!" Anya danced as the sting penetrated. He handed the brush back to her, but kept her up on tiptoe. He massaged her ass with his bare hand taking away some of the sting from the brush. "You did well with the brush, but you still need to be punished for trying to top from the bottom." Mac said as he began to thoroughly spank her. Spank, spank, spank, spank. The continued pressure of the fabric was making her clit extremely sensitive and ripples of pleasure flowed through her each time his hand met her flesh provoking Anya to utter little whimpers. She could feel the orgasm building. "Permission to cum, Sir." "Denied. You denied me, now it is your turn to suffer, naughty girl." He said as he continued tormenting her bottom. Spank, spank, spank!! She groaned desperately trying to hold back, but then Mac spanked her once more on the sweet spot, sending a tremor straight to her clit and pushing her over the edge. Her body began to shake and she let out a scream as she came, waves of pleasure flooding out from her clit, making her lightheaded and weak. Her legs were trembling so badly, she barely managed to remain standing, held up only by his hand gripping her shorts. As her body calmed down, Anya knew she was in deep trouble. She had disobeyed him. Nervously, she awaited her fate. "I believe you were specifically told not to cum," Mac said sternly. "Yes, Sir." "You will have to pay for your disobedience." "If it pleases you, Sir," Anya agreed, holding her breath, awaiting her sentence. Mac threw a pillow on the floor. "Kneel!" he ordered her. She did his bidding, hanging her head in shame. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking up at him. "Open your mouth for me." "Yes, Sir" she said submissively, parting her lips for him. Saliva glistened on the tip of her pink tongue. Holding her head firmly, he thrust his hard cock into her mouth. "Show me how obedient you can be and suck me off." Anya's lips closed around him as her tongue began to circle the shaft just under the sensitive ridge. He groaned as she began to suck him deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth before sliding back to the tip. Slowly she went up and down his shaft, humming, the vibrations driving him crazy. She began to increase the rhythm, but it was not enough for him. He needed more. He had been denied long enough. Mac grabbed her by the hair once more and began to thrust hard and fast into her mouth. The engorged head pounded the back of her throat making Anya gag as her throat clenched tightly around his cock. Mac felt the tightening tingle in his balls and shouted "Oh, gawd! Oh yeah!" as he shot a load of cum into her mouth. She could not swallow all of it and some dribbled down her chin, but she did not notice as she gently sucked to finish him off, draining out ever last salty drop. Mac stopped thrusting and pulled out of her mouth. Looking down at her cum-covered face, he smiled and said. "Now that's my good obedient girl." Doubleheader A little background info on this one. I had been talking to Maurice for a few weeks and was supposed to drive and meet him, I backed out at the last minute and then began tormenting him through texts, it wasn't very nice. We finally established that he would drive to me in the evening. I took off of work early, showered, shaved, and cleaned my place up. I still had several hours before Maurice would show up and I was bored. I decided I still wanted to play games so I texted Bruce, a guy I'd been talking to for a couple weeks but hadn't met yet and asked if he wanted to come over. He agreed happily. I'd asked him what his fantasies were and he told me to wear some ratty clothing so I did. When he arrived, I realized he'd lied about his height, but I didn't care. I just wanted someone to fuck me. He quickly led me into the bedroom, and began cutting off my clothing with a rather sharp knife. It was fairly erotic and his enthusiasm fed mine. By the time he got my panties off, my cunt was wet and ready for him. He bent me over and pushed his eager little cock in. It was pleasant enough, although he finished before I had a chance to cum once. We chatted for a bit and he left. I still had a couple hours before Maurice was due and had I known he was going to be as late as he was, I would have called someone else over to fuck me. I'd been on the phone with him a bit whilst he was driving, rubbing my cunt the whole time because he'd specifically told me not to. I never said I was a good sub. As soon as we hung up, I greedily grabbed my wand and rubbed til I exploded. He called me saying he was 5 minutes away. He wanted me on hands and knees so that when he walked in the door, my exposed ass and cunt were the first things he saw. I also had orders to have my toys displayed around myself. I'd never submitted to anyone like this, let alone a complete stranger. I assumed my position, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I was scared, I was nervous, I was regretting my decision. I knew he was mad at me for the games I'd played. And he didn't even know I'd fucked someone else only hours earlier. When the door opened, I kept my head down, he walked over, grabbed my hair and started spanking my ass. I took it quietly, still terrified. I was under orders to speak only when spoken to and to address him as Sir. He spanked and spanked until I started screaming, he forced my legs apart and spanked my soft pussy. He jerked me up by the hair and punished my tits. All the while, I never looked at his face, so I didn't even know who was doing this to me. I could feel his anger in every strike. After a while, I felt him start squirting lube into my ass, at the time I didn't realize what he was pushing in, but it turned out to be my anal beads. The whole time, the only speaking I did was to tell him that "yes sir, I am a slut; yes sir, please spank me; yes sir, I deserve to be beaten," etc. He forced me up again and pushed his cock to my face, when I stuck my tongue out, I was slapped for being presumptuous. He wanted me to beg and so beg I did, very convincingly. I can be quite a proper little slave when I want to be. The cock sucking seemed to endure forever. He was very picky about technique, going so far as to teach me just what he liked. He would make me deepthroat until I could hardly breathe, choking and gasping as I came up. He would give me brief respite from sucking and he would beat my tits or my ass some more. I knew the punishment was no more than I deserved, I had been a pretty big bitch to him I also knew this blowjob would end with his cum all over me, something I truly despise, but had decided to allow. I still had the beads up my ass and was allowed to stick a vibrator up my cunt for good behavior. I did and ground on it like a bitch in heat. Finally he told me he was close, he ordered me to stick out my tongue as he pumped his cock. I was most definitely not looking forward to this. This first rope hit, then more and more. Down my throat, on my tongue, dribbling down to my tits. I started to swallow and was quickly reminded not to, he wasn't finished. Two more separate times was I "rewarded" for my efforts. By the end, I looked like I'd just had the starring role in a bukkake porn. I wasn't allowed to clean for a few minutes. The feeling of cum dripping down my chin truly was humiliating. Eventually I made my way up on the couch next to him. He held me and talked to me. Eventually he decided I deserved some attention. My anal beads were still firmly all the way up my ass, and that strand is at least 12″ long. He pulled them out one by one, each giving that satisfying pop that only a toy coming out of an asshole can. He selected my small glass plug and lubed it. It was so cold against my naked skin as he started to push. I pushed back, wanting it inside me and was swatted for my effort. But gradually it did go in and I could not have been happier. Well I thought I couldn't, he then introduced my favorite glass dildo to my cunt and handed me my wand to use on my clit. As I've previously expressed, stimulating all three areas is as close to nirvana as I'll ever get. Through all the beating, the cocksucking and the humiliation, my cunt had remained reminiscent of the Amazon rainforest. I came quickly and intensely, pushing both toys out and squirting all over my couch. By now, the "yes sir, no sir" act had been made less severe which was nice as I had been slipping up. Being blindly obedient is not my strong point. I did find myself on the floor again on hands and knees, he semi hard cock pushing at my still, amazingly wet pussy. His cock was not small, I'd say 6.5″, maybe 7″ and so he filled me up well. I do love being fucked. The carpet was hell on both of us though and we moved to the bedroom. Unfortunately, the slight intermission drained him and he never did get fully hard again. So no more orgasms, just some awkward cuddling and intimacy. I despise both unless I'm with someone who I care for and he did not fall into that category. As a final gesture, since my ass didn't seem particularly red or bruised, I told him I would do another spanking session. The previous ones had involved a riding crop and his hand, but this time he went for his leather belt. He used it single ply for a while, which stung and made me scream when he hit hard. But when it doubled it over, it was almost unbearable so I begged to be allowed to use my wand. He conceded and so we continued. Although I didn't cum, I did achieve that high I get from spanking. After a while, it doesn't hurt so badly and almost becomes pure pleasure. He finished spanking me and left me in that position as he walked out the door. I was supposed to give him editing privileges, but this is my blog and my writing so sorry, that's not happening. And though I took the beating and the humiliation, I still had a dom drive 4 hours to see me without realizing that he was getting someone else's sloppy seconds.