3 comments/ 15096 views/ 0 favorites Night at Home By: mjar65 For kitten... * I came home tonight from work, late after a very heavy day and not really in the right frame of mind to be serving my Master. I knew before I even walked in the door that he would have dinner ready to be serve. We don't have a strict delineation of household tasks the way some people imagine Master and subs do. Especially since my Master loves to cook and is so good at it. The smells of the wonderful food lifted my spirits a little. I tried to show my gratitude to dear Master, giving him a small hug before I went to strip off and present myself to him properly. Still he knew straight away that I was feeling moody and distracted. Master knows my work is stressful at times -- his is too! This particular night, however, he wasn't interested in tolerating my mood. And, being the clever and attentive Master that he is, of course he decided to give me the most wonderful remedy -- though I wondered about that at first! This night Master supervised my undressing. I know he enjoys it from time-to-time and what woman, not least an owned slave, doesn't enjoy revealing herself to her man? Master was in a bit of a hurry tonight, though. Clearly my remedy couldn't wait. But, in the state I was in, I really didn't give it much thought at all right then. It was only when I was instructed to fetch a crop from our play room that I began to realise what I was in for. I know you'll understand that after the day like the one I'd just had the thought of exposing my arse for another beating (even if a literal one this time) failed to stir much passion in me. Not that I grumbled mind you -- I wouldn't dare and, besides, I pride myself on being too well trained and devoted a slave. And so it was that, only a few minutes after I walked in the door, and with my head still throbbing, Master had me naked and laying over the end of the dinner table. Straight away he let me have it! - '12 of the best' he said. Not that kind Master was savage with it. He knows my limits and rarely treats me THAT harshly! The first couple of blows were especially tough for me to receive. I hadn't been allowed any preparation after all. Secondly, it was true my mind really had been somewhere other than my duties to Master. He'd known it straight away and that was the reason for this particular treatment. I haven't used a safe word for ages and something in me told me not to let it happen now. I'd have to say it was all about the residual anger from a shitty day at work. But I quickly realised that I needed to concentrate on what was going on if I was going to avoid turning into a blubbering mess. My Master had chosen to beat me and my obligation was to take it. I needed to find my subbie headspace and to focus on giving my all to Master. And guess what...it worked a treat! I guess it was the delicious pain, purging my body of the tension and frustrations of the day at work. Oh and how I love the delightful sharp sound of the leather tip of the crop as it slaps against my skin. And so it was that by the seventh stroke of the crop I was once again nothing but the property of my Master and proudly showing my self-control and discipline to him! No safeword needed after all and my cunt moistening nicely at the thought of what usually follows a good beating. Satisfied that I was now in a more appropriate state for him, Master had me fetch my collar and leash. Once I was properly attired (and thankfully it was a mild night) he had me lie on the table while he ate his dinner off my body. My nipples and my wet little hole also got plenty of attention between his mouthfuls. You might be surprised at the uses to which a fork can be turned. Once dear Master had finished his meal I was placed on the floor beside his chair. My dinner was brought out but I was ordered onto my hands and knees. That is how I ate tonight -- or tried to. You see, I had to eat my dinner from the floor while Master slowly fucked my bottom!!! As you'd expect I didn't manage to swallow too much of his wonderful cooking. Then Master took me over to the lounge chair in front of the TV. I know my place well enough and since I was wearing his collar I knew that that was curled up at his feet. We watched a little TV together while he stroked my hair and asked me about my day -- how sweet. Later Master decided it was time I had my dessert. It certainly was yummy -- a lovely feast on Master's rock hard cock. He took his time and allowed me to really savour him. I was feeling so good by now I could have stayed there enjoying his taste and his hardness for hours. But sweet Master obviously felt it was time to reward me and so he washed everything down with a big load of his hot cream! I was allowed to swallow it all down. Only then did my Master serve himself dessert -- which just happened to be a full dose of my juices, served straight from my hot and soaking pussy. And now I am about to be taken to the play room for the completion of my earlier arse play! It's no wonder I am so happy to be owned by my Master. Night at Home Michael arrived home from work just after midnight. We were both eager to watch some more of one of our favorite TV show on DVD. He popped some popcorn and we cuddled on the couch in the darkness watching the story unfold on the screen. After a few episodes, sleep began to set in and we headed back to bed. We both undressed and crawled under the covers. He wrapped his arms around me as we spooned, him behind me. I asked how he was feeling and he said, "Good." He shifted and I felt his hardening cock pressed against my ass. The heat of it immediately turned me on and I reached back to stroke him gently. He responded immediately, growing harder with my touch. Michael rolled onto his back and his erection stood high, waiting for me. I rolled over and rose to my knees on the bed beside him. I leaned down and began to tease the head of his cock with my tongue, pulling him slowly into my mouth. First just the head of his penis, then more and more of him, I sucked him in. He groaned and writhed beneath my mouth and I teased his cock mercilessly. My pace began slow, building the tension. After a few moments I stopped teasing him and pushed his cock to the back of my throat, taking in every delicious inch of him. He responded forcefully, placing his hands around my head and controlling the pace and depth of his dick in my throat. He thrust upwards, fucking my mouth as I slurped and sucked him with pleasure. He removed his hands from my head, and pulled my ass around to face him while I continued to pleasure him, orally. He spread my legs and rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. "You are so wet," he said. "Does sucking my cock turn you on?" I could only nod and moan in agreement, unwilling to take my mouth off of him. He inserted a finger into my pussy and began to finger fuck me. I grew wetter and began to writhe against his touch. He inserted another finger inside me, then another. My pace on his cock never faltered despite the unbearably delicious things he was doing to my cunt. I took him deep into my throat, over and over, choking myself on his large member. Michael pulled his fingers out of my pussy and began to rub up my slit to my asshole and back down again. The feeling of him teasing my asshole was too much. I groaned in pleasure as he hit it again. "You like that? Does my baby want it in the ass?" I nodded again and moaned, begging for him to fuck me in the ass. I heard him begin to suck on one of his fingers and felt him slowly slip it into my ass. I pushed back against him, forcing his finger in my ass up to the knuckle. He began to push his finger in and out of, my body rocking to meet the thrusts of his hand. He put another finger in my ass and continued fucking me. I came up for air and he pulled my hand, indicating it was time for me to get on top. "I want you to ride me while I fuck your ass. You want that?" "Yes, please fuck my ass." I straddled him as he spit in his hand and rubbed it into my ass. I spread my ass cheeks and found his cock with my hand. I guided the head of his cock to my asshole and slowly lowered myself onto him. I had to stop several times on the way down as my ass and muscles loosened to allow his impressive girth to enter me. With my feet planted firmly on either side of him, I took his cock into my ass. I shuddered in pleasure as the length of his shaft went deeper and deeper into me. Once he was buried deep into my ass and I was sitting squarely on his pelvis, I sat and allowed my ass to adjust to his intrusion. His cock throbbed inside of me. I reached down to rub my pussy and clit, as this always helped me relax during anal sex. I was ready, and began to raise and lower myself up and down his cock, my ass stretched to the limit. The combination of pain and pleasure made my pussy drip. He reached down and began to rub my clit as I rode him. I could feel the juice from my cunt running down onto the shaft of his dick, serving as lube for my ass. I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands behind me. Up and down I rode him as he stroked my clit. I fought off orgasm, prolonging this pleasure as long as possible. "Please fuck me..." I asked him, wanting him to enter me from behind, my favorite position and the one I knew would get him off beautifully. He pushed me off of him, his cock pulling out of my ass with a sudden burst of pain. I cried out, but my scream was quickly muffled as he sat up and pushed me to my knees, shoving my face in the pillow. He raised up behind me, spread my legs, and thrust his dick into my waiting ass with such force I thought I'd come right then and there. I quickly did arithmetic in my head, distracting myself to fight off the climax he was forcing out of me. 'I will not cum...I will not cum...' I repeated over and over to myself. Tonight was all about him, and I was not allowing myself the release I craved. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me over and over, harder and faster with each movement. I screamed my pain and unbelievable pleasure into the pillow. He reached down with one hand and pulled me up by my hair, never stopping his relentless fucking. He pulled me up to him and cupped my breasts in his hands and he plowed my ass with such force. I screamed in ecstasy and he reached down to my clit. There, fucking my ass, he clawed my left breast like and thrust several fingers of his right hand up my pussy, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I was going to fail, I knew it. I was so close to cumming when I felt his body spasm, it was now a race. Could I hold off long enough for him to be satisfied? He thrusts became short and hard and I knew he was there. My pussy began to contract around his fingers, I had to act fast. I grabbed his hand from my pussy and brought his soaking fingers to my lips. I sucked my juice off his fingers, tasting myself on him. He was gone, then, the feelings of my tongue and mouth sucking my juice off his fingers sent him over the edge. He let out a groan like a wild animal and I felt my asshole fill with his hot spunk. Several spurts of hot juice and my ass was filled. He stopped moving and remained inside me, emptying his seed into my ass, allowing my ass to squeeze him dry. When his orgasm subsided and he was satisfied he was empty, he slowly pulled out of my asshole, caressing my cheeks with his hands. He finished with a swift slap on my ass, and a breathless, "thank you, baby." I struggled to stand and staggered off to the bathroom to clean myself up while he drifted off to sleep.