3 comments/ 23112 views/ 2 favorites The Closet Domme By: Sacred Beauty We are in the hidden grove of the park. Your favorite park with the wooden benches with bits of moss attached. Friday you were a bad boy so your punishment was no contact over the weekend. You didn't suffer that bad since you have a woman at home. She is your partner but I am your keeper. I own you. Dominate you. Mistress M. Tonight after work you met me here. One by one you draw in each of my toes like a delicacy. Sucking and swirling your tongue until it is hard for me to balance. I am teetering precariously as my breathing changes. Such a big turn on, us in public, you on your knees with me exposed. God I love it. You are at my big toe now ...damn near giving it head. Teasing it like I do the tip of your cock. It is driving me crazy. I am wiggling now, moving uncontrollably as my wetness is on the move. The air is thick. A mixture of freshness and my earthy cunt. That earthy scent. So scandalous. You feel so good behind me. Below me like a good sub. Thoughts of blindfolds and wrist ties are exciting me that much more. You have two toes in your mouth now, my pinkie and the next one. I want you in me so badly that my pussy is pulsing. But your tongue is sating me. It is bringing me to climax. I can feel the trickle of juice slowly making its way from my puss down my thigh. I know you see it too. I can feel your intense stare on my swollen lips. Is my clit visible to you from this angle?? Is your cock rock hard as you think about fucking me?? Are you as turned on as I am wondering if people are watching us?? I double over the bench as my pussy clenches tight. If your cock were in me, my muscles would milk you. I can't believe you made me cum just by sucking on my toes. You have pleased me Rick. And now I will please you. I pull the back of my skirt down as I stand up straight. I turn to look at you, "You have earned a treat. What would you like?" "Will you please sit on my face? I want to make you come again. And again and again..." I glance down at the bulge in your pants. I can see a wet spot from where you leaked. "Alright go home, then when SHE is asleep come to me at midnight with a nice Merlot." You stand and allow me to lick your lips and chin, to lovingly lick my cum from your face. All eyes are on us as we pass. I am not shy or ashamed so I make eye contact with each person as we pass. They are just jealous. Or at least they would be if they knew the pleasure I has in store for you. Loyalty is rewarded. * * * * * It is 11:59pm and I am all prepared to receive you. Over the last several minutes, I have listened patiently as the shower turned on, then off. I listened as you pace the hallway outside my bedroom door and now I wait. And wait. 12 midnight. 12:00:26. If my alarm clock rolls around to 12:01, I will get up and lock the door. I am staring at the clock now, 12:00:42. My heart is racing... I can't believe how much you excite me now. 12:00:56. The doorknob turns. My eyes are closed but I feel the weight of your gaze. I am lying naked on the bed, with appetizers lining my body. Gourmet foods... goat cheese and water crackers, French cured olives... rustic bread with imported olive oil for dipping. "You may eat whatever you like." I offer. You smile and nod, glancing at my pussy. We both know I was talking about the appetizers so I let it slide. "Did you make love to her?" I ask. "Her?" "Your other woman. Did you make love to her before you came over here?" You stammer a little, "I pledged to always be honest..." "Yes or no." I snap. "Yes." "I knew you would that's why I asked you to take a shower. You know how I feel about her. I would prefer to taste her directly as opposed to indirectly. I want to taste her puss with my mouth, not taste her on your skin." I admit. "I know Mistress..." Your breath sucks in, "...and I want that too." "Did you bring the wine?" You nod again, "Yes Mistress." "Please pour." And you do. But as you do I notice that you picked up the wrong bottle of wine. I asked for Merlot and you brought a Zinfandel. True they are both red wines, but you didn't follow instructions so that will cost you. Mistress is not pleased. I lay silent and still as you begin to eat. You think you are slick Rick but I can feel what you are doing. Every time you pick up something to enjoy, the side of your palm brushes my silky skin. A gentle caress. You are giving me goose bumps. I am all tingly with anticipation, god damn you. You keep glancing at your wine but I haven't given you permission to drink yet. I almost feel bad because I know you are thirsty. You have eaten four treats now and are reaching for the last on. It is on the triangle of my puss and your hand shakes as you reach for it. That last treat is a slice of baguette. There is a bit of olive oil in my bellybutton for dipping but you are bold. You swab the bread against my inner thigh and sop up a bit of my wetness. You eat my essence. Now that I am no longer your table I sit up and reach for my wine. The fucking Zinfandel that I DIDN'T ask for. I am not pleased as I sip it slow. It is actually good, but I would never tell you so. My eyes follow yours to my tummy and I see what you are staring at. That tiny line of oil trailing down to my pubic hair...so delicious, I bet you want to taste it. "Are you hard?" "No." "Don't you want me?" "You know I do." Your voice is a whisper. "But you are not hard?" You shake your head. "Join me on the bed." You slowly rise from your knees and set your glass on the nightstand. Now we are horizontal. Your hands are at your sides just where they should be. "Let us sleep now." I see the disappointment in your eyes but you say nothing. "The wine was a mistake and that is why you didn't get to taste my pussy. I know you wanted to eat me but you didn't do as I asked. Do better next time." "I will. With all due respect Mistress, I can not spend the night. She will wonder where..." Your eyes, which had been submissively cast away, now look directly into mine, blazing blue. They are on fire. What on earth has gotten into you??? Your cock is instantly awakened when I grab the silk ties from my nightstand and bind your wrists showing you how much your boldness displeases me. You need to be punished and I need to cum. ***** The title 'The Closet Domme' refers to having secrets or skeletons. M's secret is that she is into power games. In my fantasies, she is a vanilla girl discovering her kinky side and expressing it through role play in an affair. --Sacred Beauty The Closet Domme: Caught "Turn over. I want to see if you came with me." I instructed Rick, as I basked in the afterglow of taking him. He reassured me, "I didn't Mistress. You didn't tell me I could." "Move up on the bed. I want you to rest a while." I was feeling so good after fucking him in the ass. I felt whole ...somehow more complete. I spooned him for a bit then turned off the lights then softly closed the door leaving him to rest after my assault on his body. I was glowing, walking on air and decided to blow his mind with one of those kisses that melts him. I eased the door back open to give him that last treat and froze in my tracks. Rick didn't know I was watching as he pleasured himself. I seethed as he stroked his erection, but quietly backed out of my bedroom without a word. In the living room I grounded myself, then calmly woke Rick up. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" There was a confused look on Rick's face. He had no idea why I was asking. I repeated myself, "Is there anything you want to tell me?" "I don't understand why you seem angry Mistress. Did fucking me displease you?" "I saw you." I snapped. His eyes were pleading with me for clarification. "Go stand in the corner facing the wall." He quickly got up and did as I said. I sat on the bed and watched him move across the room then stop in the corner near the wooden discipline chair. I stared at his back, his hips, and his entire body for a long time. My eyes moved over him taking in those details I loved. After twenty minutes of tense silence I said, "The whip or my hand?" Rick took a deep breath then answered, "Your hand Mistress." Usually I would have him lay across my lap but I still had the dildo strapped to me so I had to do it with him standing. I picked up the dice then sat behind him. He complied when I told him to lean forward and brace his hands on the wall. "After our encounter, you disrespected me by touching yourself. I saw you masturbate, do you deny it?" "No Mistress." "You are never to touch yourself sexually without my permission or instruction. That is not a new rule." My voice was calm and steady yet full of disappointment. "I know." He said, softly. "If you know, then what is your excuse?" "With all due respect Mistress, I only touched it briefly." "And you felt it was ok to waste your seed rather then give it to me, your one and only." "No ma'am, you misunderstand...I did not cum, I..." I cut him off, "How dare you. Obviously you don't know your place." I rolled the dice then multiplied the outcome by three. The number three signified all the ways I owned him - mind, body and soul. Lucky for him, I rolled 4 which meant he would receive 12 swats. I began the count with each stroke, "One... two..." Rick sucked in air each time. He was being strong for me. I had so much respect for him when he accepted things like a man. I was getting so turned on because each time I spanked him it was like a jolt of electricity was sent to my clit. I began rocking back and forth in the chair, causing the shorter end of the dildo to fuck me. "...three ...four...five..." My hand stung as it made contact with his bottom. Rick's butt cheeks were warm and red. This was so damn hot, too hot for words, "...six ...seven ...eight..." The spanking was slow and deliberate. I was on the verge of an orgasm but made myself concentrate. We were both new to this lifestyle and learning as we went along. I was still torn about enjoying the discipline but didn't know how to change the fact. All I could hope was that Rick wouldn't resent me for it. My voice softened, each number came out with a moan, "...nine ...ten ...eleven ...twelve..." There, I was done. I was also aroused, wet and pretty much stuck to the chair. These spankings were infrequent. They were definitely punishment but I found them unexpectedly and overwhelmingly sexually fulfilling. They were not meant to hurt Rick, they were symbolic discipline. What was important was the act of his bending over my knee ...and the fact that he knew I had the right to make it hurt if I so chose. I always made sure my spankings stung, like when you popped a naughty child's hand, but nothing more. I got up and made my way to the bed, my lifelike cock bobbing as I went. I stretched out then beckoned him over. His love was so pure and beautiful as he knelt beside the bed. "You have permission to lay beside me after you tuck me in. I need to cum again." There was a bit of hunger in my voice as I twisted my nipples then brought one up to my tongue to suck. Always the good submissive, he did as I said, his eyes never meeting mine. I spooned myself behind him, my lubricated dildo pressed to his sensitive ass. I slid myself in and out, in and out gently this time. Waves of pleasure were filling me as I penetrated him. I was gentle and loving this time kissing his upper back and shoulders. Taking Rick was like a drug and I was addicted. This second time was over too quickly. I came all over his backside, "If I ever catch you masturbating without permission, I will multiply the outcome of the dice by ten, and use the whip." I knew he was scared at the prospect but he never showed it outwardly. Strong. He was so strong for me. My protector, my lover and my submissive all rolled into one. Yes I owned and took care of him but he was still a man. More man then I had ever been with, yet he would do anything I instructed. All of these thoughts ushered in my final orgasm. It washed through me slow and easy. I relaxed my body on top of his and melted into his being. We were one in that moment. ***** Things just kept getting worse for Rick. A week later he was on thin ice yet again. It was 10pm when we stood at Mark's door. "If I see even a hint of jealousy tonight your punishment will be severe." "Yes Mistress." "I have thought long and hard about this. Your punishment will be that for 30 days, anytime you make love to me you must use a condom. I am sure that as a man, you know the difference between the sensations of bare skin verses latex. You must learn to take responsibility for your actions and see how your failures affect me. You will have to live with the guilt that it is your job to please me but that I will come away from our sexual encounters unsatisfied. The guilt that my pussy won't milk your cock when or IF I cum. For a whole month I am being denied pleasure that I have a right to." "I understand Mistress." "Well understand this. I have needs and if you can not fulfill them, even if it is temporary, I will have to look elsewhere for a submissive." I only added that part to give additional incentive. Rick was married, and knew deep down that I had other lovers. He also knew that I had no wish to dominate anyone else. Our relationship was not monogamous but that was a line I would not cross. Just then, Mark answered and invited us in, saying that his other guests would be leaving shortly. I was pleased forgetting how handsome he was, but he didn't hold a candle to my Rick...my love. If the Gods were on my side tonight I would have two, the wonderfully familiar, and the intriguing new. Before I left my house with Rick, I told him that if tonight went as planned, it would wash away all recent transgressions. That meant he had extra reasons for pleasing me. He also had instructions to mingle and keep himself busy. After all, we were not joined at the hip. I went in one direction and he went in another, drinking and chatting, mingling and making new friends. It was inching towards 11 when I looked over and saw him speaking to a woman. I knew that she was interesting because I had actually spoken to her earlier in the evening but that didn't matter. She was petite and very pretty. If given the chance, I would fuck her, so I knew that he would too. I caught Rick's eye from across the room and smiled. I mouthed the words, I love you, and used my feminine wiles to will him away from her. He got the hint like a good sub and I was very pleased. We had a double standard when it came to matters of love and sex. In general I did not want to witness, hear about or think about Rick with any other woman besides myself. I wanted to be the center of his universe and sexuality. Occasionally, I allowed stories of his exploits from earlier days and things about his wife. Rick used good judgment on when to sprinkle those things in and had never made me feel like less of a woman by making comparisons. I stand alone. I was deep in thought when the last guests left and Mark signaled me from the stairs. I saw him but made him wait until I finished my drink. Martina rushes for no one. He watched as I set me empty wineglass on the coffee table then slowly made my way over there. I didn't acknowledge him I just kept walking straight upstairs and into his bedroom. Mark followed and shut the door behind us. * * * * * While alone, we discussed what I wanted to happen in this threesome. Forty minutes later Mark ventured downstairs to retrieve Rick. When they returned I was still naked on the bed. There was a momentary flash of question in Rick's eyes as they scanned my body and the surrounding bed, but no jealousy. Mark and I hadn't made love we had only kissed and caressed but that was none of my sub's business. He needed to think the worst since this was a test. My voice was made for seduction, "Undress and join me on the bed Rick." "Of course Mistress." Mark slipped off his robe and boxers then positioned himself behind me in a spoon. Rick was apprehensive but joined us, knowing how much this night meant to me. He also knew that any outward sign of disrespect would have dire consequences. Now we were face to face, eager and uneasy all at the same time. I let my hands caress his waist just as Mark was caressing mine. "Kiss me." And he did, leisurely and natural. I pulled Rick in closer to me as our connection intensified. My hand wandered downwards as I pulled away. "Tonight we will only have oral sex. Mark will taste me, I will taste you, and you will taste Mark. We will be joined in a triangle." I got up on my knees and repositioned myself. My sub moved diagonally on the bed and Mark slid over until we each had the desired person's genitals in proximity to our mouths. Now we were all in position to give and receive pleasure. "If you aren't sure what to do, follow my lead." I slid my palm up Rick's thigh and rested it on his hip. My other hand fondled his soft penis. I looked over and saw him staring at Mark's. He was about the same size as Mark so he shouldn't have been intimidated at all. In the past, he consistently devoured my pussy and now I was expecting him to do the same to this stranger's cock. Now we were all in position to give and receive pleasure. The question was, would he proceed or chicken out. ***** The title 'The Closet Domme' refers to having secrets or skeletons. M's secret is that she is into power games. In my fantasies, she is a vanilla girl discovering her kinky side and expressing it through role play in an affair. --Sacred Beauty