2 comments/ 48549 views/ 0 favorites Explorations By: falcon29 I met Fred when he backed into my car as he was parking. I'd just pulled into the curb, shut the engine off, and was in the process of gathering my papers and the trash from the front seat floor. When the car was rocked and a loud crunching sounded out, my head hit the dash because I was leaning far to the right. In spite of the noise the collision had made, there wasn't enough damage to my vehicle to call the insurance companies. Fred apologized and gave me $50 to replace the parking light lens and I agreed to ignore it. Fred introduced himself and said he'd feel better if he could buy me a drink or even dinner some time. I looked him over. He was a few years my junior I thought, but he was also handsome with a nice smile. It was one of those smiles I'd learned to regard as sort of dangerous. He was definitely a ladies man, I thought, but I still gave him my number. Two weeks later, on our third date I drank more than usual and we ended up in his bed. The start of our sexual relationship was normal enough. After a few more dates he did something that surprised me. After we got cozy he asked me to trust him. I told him I did. He told me that for the next half hour, nothing I said to him or asked him would be acknowledged. I was puzzled but I agreed. He placed three pillows in a pile in the middle of the bed. When he positioned me over them I began to get the message. He wanted to fuck my ass. I had always been curious about it, but I'd also always been too shy to ask for it. I had a blue dildo that had done the job when I was alone, but -- just as with my pussy -- I was pretty sure that a dildo was nothing like the real thing. So I thought I knew what was coming but I was more than willing. I started to get nervous but I knew I'd go through with it anyway. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Instead of feeling cool lubricant being smoothed into my butt, I felt a hand slap my left cheek as Fred spanked me. It was something else I'd been curious about, but it wasn't what I had prepared myself for. After the first few swats, I objected and tried to get him to stop. I tried to move away but he held me down. When he let me know he was determined to do it, I accepted it. It hurt and I yelled. Then it stung and I cried. Nevertheless, the slapping noises continued to fill the room. Then the weirdest thing happened. I gritted my teeth and felt each swat but didn't feel them. I mean, I felt them of course. But the pain was just 'out there'. It was all around me and I was inside it. And it was all okay. It was right. And it felt good to know that. The spanking turned into something good. I started expecting and wanting the next swat. Fred's hand would land on my ass, lift up, and before he could bring it back down I was lifting up, eager for it. I moved my legs apart and reached down between them. Arching my back, I reached my ass out to him for the swats. I rubbed my pussy and my clit furiously. I scrubbed the orgasm right out of the center of my body and my soul. I whimpered and moaned. I'd never had a stronger one. Fred was still spanking me when I screamed into my orgasm. I was propelled into a space I'd never suspected even existed. It was a totally sensual, sexual, physical and spiritual place where all of those things became one. And I became that one thing. Fred stopped swatting me and rubbed my sore butt. It felt like he was stroking it with a cactus, the skin was so sensitive. But it was still all okay and my pussy was still giving me little contractions and oozing more juice than it ever had. The next thing I knew Fred was kissing my neck and I realized I had been asleep. I woke up on my side. When he saw I was awake, Fred moved back from me. I rolled to my back and winced when my ass contacted the cool, smooth sheet. The pain was just pain again. At the same time it was a badge that I had earned. I felt fulfilled when I received the spanking. The fulfillment remained now, but my ass hurt like hell! I rolled back the other way and got to my elbows and knees. I looked at Fred. He grinned. "Will a cool shower help?" I asked him. He laughed and pinched my nipple. "A shot of Stoli will help. I'll bring you one in the shower." He helped me to my feet. I was so enervated my legs were shaking. After a few steps my balance returned and Fred released me into the bathroom. I adjusted the spray to lukewarm and shivered as it washed over me. The only thing that wasn't cold was my ass. I leaned on the wall and felt the cool water wash it. The throbbing faded. When Fred stepped in with a double shot of frosty vodka I stood away from the wall. He held it to my lips and gave me a sip. I would have downed the whole thing. Then he took a drink and set it aside. I understood we were supposed to share it and that he was in charge of dispensing it. We washed each other, turning the hot water up until I wasn't shivering any more. My ass still hurt but the 'blush" had eased. I was sober, despite the earlier drinks and the little bit of vodka in the shower. It was while he was shampooing my hair that I realized he hadn't even tried to fuck me. I wiped the water from my eyes and turned to him. His thick cock was standing straight up, angled just slightly out from his belly. When I wrapped my hand around it he smiled and removed it. "No, Billie," he said. "I need to do things my way. The time will come for that but tonight is not that time. I'll explain next time...if there is a next time, that is." His eyebrows rose, turning his statement into a question. I hugged him to me, feeling the heat of his erection against my own belly. "Oh, there will definitely be a next time. You're the strangest man I've ever met." We finished rinsing and dried off. For some reason, despite the strength of my orgasm, my pussy was aching to be filled. I couldn't force him, though, so I was forced to accept his self-denial. Then it hit me: force...control. That was what Fred was about. I didn't feel that he was dangerous, just in control of his drives. The whole strange evening would require a great deal of thought. At the door as I was leaving, I asked him to refrain from calling me. I told him we were okay, but I needed to think and absorb this new dimension of myself that he had shown me. He agreed. I lasted a week. I think he might have lasted a year but the end result would have played exactly the way it did. "Hello?" his voice sounded good to me. "Hi. Would tonight be a good time?" I asked, not identifying myself. "Tonight would be perfect, Mindy," he replied. "Be here at 7:00." The line went dead. I got hot. I knew what I'd done. I had surrendered to him. It felt good to me. My pussy -- and my ass -- were already tingling in anticipation. Controlled or not, I was determined to get fucked before dawn. Explorations "Remember when we were like 5 years old?" she asked me. "We got naked and inspected each other, but didn't see anything interesting." "Yes, I do. I felt sorry for you because you had nothing between your legs." I smiled, remembering innocent times. She looked at me with a strange expression. A kind of shy yet sexy look. Very enticing. It caught me off guard, because we had never had any kind of sexual relationship. We never even flirted with each other. Just the opposite. We were best friends. Had been nearly forever. We grew up closer than brother and sister, sharing our thoughts, desires, fears, and insecurities. We even discussed sex quite a bit, but it was always a serious discussion, not dirty or embarrassing. All of a sudden, things seemed different. She stepped slowly and demurely toward me, looking up at me through half-closed eyes and said, "I think you would find me more interesting now." I felt like laughing because she was joking, but looking at her told me that it was no joke, It was different. She suddenly became a woman in my eyes. I had never thought of her in that way. I knew she was very cute and sexy, but like your sister can be cute and sexy. Nothing that you really think about. Suddenly she was a tempting woman. "Sure. Laura, you're a great looking girl. Any guy would be interested," I answered. But I was getting nervous. And excited. "Would you like to see how much I've changed?" she asked. "Sure. But, ah, why?" "I'm curious," she replied. "Aren't you? Most of our friends are having sex, everybody talks about it all the time, but I've never even seen a naked guy. And you know what they say. 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.'" "But why me? Why now?" I started to tell myself that I should shut up and just enjoy the situation, but I had already asked the questions. Laura got serious when she answered. "We have shared everything all our lives. I trust you with everything. All my secrets. And one of my secrets is that I have no experience with sex. The most I've done is let a couple guys touch my breasts, and then not even under my bra. I'm 18 years old, and I want to stay a virgin for now. But it's kind of embarrassing to think of being with a guy some day and having no experience at all." She waited for me to answer. Very still, very serious, perhaps nervous to see my reaction. Nothing she said was very surprising, since we knew each other so well. It was just so sudden. But I was over the shock by now. She was my best friend, and she was being honest. But I was also getting turned on, which was a different feeling altogether. Of course I had to be honest with her as well. "You know I've never had sex either. I think that's more embarrassing for a guy than a girl, so don't feel too bad. But I'd be glad to look at your boobs." The nervous attempt at a little humor worked. She smiled, then giggled, and things got a little less serious and a little more playful. Laura looked at me with that shy, sexy smile again, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She got about halfway down when I reached out and helped her with the last buttons, then pulled the blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She unconsciously bit her lip as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. This was a big step for her. Noone had ever seen her breasts before, but that was about to change. She let the bra drop, and I looked at her naked breasts for the first time. My eyes got big looking at the beautiful round globes, and I noticed that my dick was getting big as well. "Wow!" I said. "They are beautiful. They're perfect" I reached out to touch them without even realizing it. As my hands closed over the mounds of flesh a moan escaped from deep in my throat. I didn't even realize it was me at first. Her breasts felt so soft, and so firm. Like nothing I had ever felt before, and I told her so. She was obviously pleased with my reaction. She smiled up at me and asked, "Do you really like them?" "My God, they're wonderful. Amazing." She place her hands over mine and squeezed them a little tighter over her flesh. Then she rubbed my fingers over her nipples. She seemed to shiver a bit, and said. "That feels so great when you do that." Her eyes were closed as if she was in a dream. She took her hands away from mine, but I kept squeezing her flesh. I moved my hands around, feeling her breasts and nipples in every way and every angle. I felt like I could keep doing that for hours without getting bored. But then I noticed her hands were pulling her pants down over her hips. "We might as well do the whole thing," she said. Her pants dropped to the floor and she stood there naked except for her panties. I slid my hands slowly down her body, stopping for a moment at her hips, then at the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers under the waistband, and slowly pulled them down. I don't think either of us were breathing as the panties slowly uncovered her pubic hair, then her entire crotch, and finally they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, and left her legs slightly parted. My hands had been on the outside of her legs as I had pushed her panties down. Now I started my hands back up her legs, moving slightly inward towards her pussy. I'm not sure either of us were breathing yet, but I did glance at her face and saw her looking at mine. She gave me a nervous smile, telling me it was okay to go on, and I turned my attention back to her pussy. My thumbs slid to the inside of her thighs, while my hands turned and the fingers ran through her pubic hair. I ran my fingers back and forth through there a couple of times, with Laura's breathing getting deeper and ragged. One finger found a crease in the middle of her patch, and as my finger slipped into it, Laura gasped and let out an, "Oh!" I looked into her eyes to see if that was good or bad, but her eyes were closed. Her face was tense, but definitely pleased. I continued down the crease where it would lead, reaching in between her legs, and Laura was making a very quiet little squeak as I did this. When I reached the end of the crease, I reversed direction and very slowly followed it back up. Laura seemed to be having trouble breathing by this point. I reached between her legs with the whole palm of my hand, feeling the whole area at once, Laura giving a very satisfying moan. "That feels so good," I said quietly. I was in awe. I knew what was there, but to see and feel it for myself, finally, was an earth shattering experience. "Oh, yesss," she agreed. "That's wonderful." Her eyes were still closed, her breathing now shallow, but she had a big grin on her face. I rubbed the area between her legs, enjoying the strange feelings of hair, incredibly soft skin, and increasing wetness. "Oh, my God, that is nice," she said. FInally opening her eyes, she smiled broadly at me. She looked down at her crotch, or my hand, but what she noticed was my crotch. "You seem to be really enjoying it, too." She reached out and pushed at my pants where they were sticking out. "I think it's your turn now." I hated to do it, but I let go of her pussy as Laura reached for my zipper and pulled it down. I didn't want to block her way. She reached inside my fly and searched for my penis. Well, it wasn't difficult to find, but it took a moment for her to get her fingers around it. She then tried to pull it out, but it was too hard to come out through the hole. She pulled out her hand and went to the belt and snap of my pants, unfastened them, and they dropped to the floor. My penis was begging to come out, and Laura wanted nothing but to help it. She reached into my boxers and this time had no trouble pulling it out. She felt it, moved her hand up and down it a couple of times, and moved it from side to side. "I have to see more of this," she said, and pulled my boxers all the way down. My dick was bouncing up and down, and she let it do that for a moment, enjoying the show. The she grabbed it in her hand again, squeezing it several times. "It feels so soft, but it's hard. I mean, underneath it's hard, but the skin is so soft," she said, surprised. She moved her hand up and down the length, "And the skin just moves up and down with it. How does that feel?" she asked. "It feels so fucking good when you do that!" I managed to say. I was very close to losing it. All of this stimulation to my penis was a new thing for me, and it was driving me crazy. And all this after spending so much time feeling her beautiful body. During all of her manipulation, my hand had found her breast again without my even realizing it. "I think I am about to burst." I warned her. "You mean come?" she said. "Yeah." "Oh, please do. I want to see that." "Just keep pumping me like that and you'll see it!" I almost yelled. She squeezed my penis harder, and pumped up and down with a purpose. As I started moaning more, and moving my hips back and forth, I felt my come welling up. "Here it comes," I yelled, just as a stream of come shot up into the air, Startled, Laura let go of my dick and leaned back though watching intently. I grabbed for her hand and pulled it back onto my dick, even moving it up and down some more. She caught on and started pumping again on her own as my dick still spasmed. As it slowed down, I had to take Laura's hand again and slow her pumping down. Then nearly stopping, I squeezed her hand tight so it would force out the last of the cream, and finally stopped it. "Oh, man. Unbelievable," she said. "That was unbelievable." I could find nothing coherent to say. My nerve endings were on overload. Laura's hand was still on my penis. She understood why I had stopped her stroking, because it was too sensitive right after coming. But she still slid a couple fingers up the shaft, just feeling my reaction. A finger on top and a thumb on the bottom of my shaft squeezed just behind the head, and slid up over the ridge and over the head of my dick. "It's so slippery. Your stuff shot all over the place. And there's still a little oozing out," she said, rubbing her finger over the slit at the tip. She giggled a bit as my dick throbbed a couple of times in her hand with my aftershocks, "Oh, shit, that was mindblowing," I gasped. I reached behind me for something to lean on so I wouldn't lose my balance. It took a while before either of us broke the spell and started cleaning up. It felt like an experience that would change my life. I was right. Explorations: By My Command Author Note: This story is purely a work of fiction, and any resemblances to actual persons or situations are purely unintentional. Remember, folks, always keep it safe, sane, and consensual. As someone who's long been fascinated by psychology, I suppose it was pretty obvious that erotic hypnosis, when I discovered it was a thing, would easily make it onto my list of kinks. Haven't tried writing a story using the premise before, though, so I'm interested in feedback, either positive or negative. For reference, this is the story that comes before Happy Birthday. Both are separate stories, but this is kind of a backstory to an element used in that story. .......................... "I want you to close your eyes, and start taking deep, calming breaths." Emily fidgets slightly, moving to a more comfortable position in the feathery chair. "What's with the camera?" I look where she's staring to find said DSLR, the lens aimed to capture us both in the frame. "For future reference, to see what worked well and what didn't," I return smoothly. She doesn't seem to believe me, but she doesn't seem too concerned, either. With a shrug, her eyes slip closed, and her chest begins rising in slow, measured inhalations. The soft music drones into her mind, each breath seeming to relax her whole body a bit more. "Good. Listen to the sound of my voice, and keep breathing. In and out. Slowly," I sooth. Emily's breathing hitches slightly, but the moment is brief before she relaxes once again. Her muscles loosen as she continues her deep breathing, her mind becoming less cluttered. "Now, I want you to picture a scene in your mind. You're standing in a massive void. Darkness surrounds you on all sides." And suddenly, Emily finds herself picturing the scene. The darkness presses in on her from all sides, but instead of it being uncomfortable, it soothes her mind even further. "A column of white light suddenly lowers from high up, and covers you. As you stand in the light, you find yourself becoming lighter. Imagine all your tension, all your negativities and troubles, as specks of black, being washed down in the light, leaving you completely relaxed." Emily's breathing slows, and Ray watches as every muscle visibly relaxes. Her breathing then evens out, as though the blonde is asleep. A thrill runs through me, and I feel a grin splitting my lips. "Emily, your scene is shifting now. You find yourself in your own personal paradise, a state of utter and complete relaxation. Nothing in the world, except my voice, can reach you. Do you understand me, Emily?" "Yes," she sighs, her voice practically a breathy moan. "Very good. I want you to stay utterly relaxed. Just listen to my voice, and bask in your own little paradise. You're dead to the world," I intone. Emily makes a low, unintelligible murmuring in response, even her facial muscles seeming relaxed. I lean forward in my chair, my grin totally lost to the oblivious woman. "Emily, when I count to three, you're going to wake up. Any time from now on that I, and only I, say the word 'command,' you'll return to this peaceful state. When you wake up, you'll find yourself feeling refreshed and happy. Whenever I say the word 'obey,' your body will do whatever I tell it to. If you understand, say 'yes, Master,' Emily." "Yes, Master Emily," she sighs, her face remaining utterly relaxed. I snort, fighting down a surprised laugh, as I stare at her. A very small, nearly imperceptible smirk curls Emily's lips. "Emily, it's Master, or Master Ray," I clarify, sure she can hear the amusement. "Say yes if you understand." "Yes, I understand, Master," she repeats. "Very good. 1... 2... 3." Emily's eyes come open very slowly, her body remaining relaxed. A tranquil smile curves her lips as she meets Ray's gaze. "How do you feel?" "Like I slept a whole day away," Emily murmurs. "I bet I can make you feel even better." "Nuh-uh. Not happenin'," Emily laughs airily. "If you obey me, I bet I can." Her eyes become half-lidded instantly, her smile becoming somewhat lopsided. She doesn't seem to notice the change, herself. "In your dreams, Ray," she laughs. "I haven't lost any bets lately that I owe on." "Take your top off. I don't know, Emily. You never know until you try." She laughs again, seemingly oblivious to the way her arms cross and her hands start moving of their own accord. They lift the hem of the tight black T-shirt wrapping around her slender torso, and soon, the fabric is on the floor. The blonde doesn't react in any way, still wearing the same smile. I can't resist ogling her 34C breasts, silken black cups covering just enough of the globes to hide away most of her nipples from sight. "Oh, I think I know. I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun," Emily reasons, seeming completely oblivious. "I'm just saying that there's no fun in making things easy for you. You've got to work for it, you know?" "Remove your pants next, and your body will start to feel warmer as you do. I see your point," I agree with a nod, fighting to keep my expression neutral. "If some sweat's not involved, it's just not worth it, right?" She nods, giving me a very confident smirk. At the same time, her hips lift off the comfortable chair, and her breasts sway enticingly as she shimmies the tight denim down. More black silk slowly comes into view in tantalizing flashes as she sways, wiggling her hips to remove her pants. They soon join the shirt, and I feel my own jeans becoming uncomfortably tight. The black silk rests snugly against her inner thighs, seeming to hug her like a second skin. From how close my chair is to hers, I can almost make out her pussy in vivid detail through the taut silk. With her groin nearly exposed, I notice a very present shine to the skin around the gusset of her panties. Emily's breath shudders in, and I look up to find her cheeks blooming a bright red color. Even with how oblivious she seems, she begins crossing and uncrossing her legs, rubbing her thighs together in an incredibly sexy dance. "Exactly," Emily continues as though nothing has happened. Her voice, though, is lower, and there's a slight hint of panting in her words now. "I mean, if it's not hot and dirty, where's the fun?" "How right you are. Your command over the subject's impressive." Her eyes slip closed, and her lips part in a small 'o' as she relaxes back into the seat. "Emily, when I snap my fingers, you'll awaken once more. When I, and only I, say the word 'bad,' you'll suddenly find that you're hornier and feel like you deserved punishment. You won't know for what, but you'll jump on the chance and beg for it when I offer it. If you understand, say 'yes, Master'." "Y-yes, Master," she pants. I feel my grin practically stretching from ear to ear. "Answer honestly. Do you want my cock deep inside you, making you scream while you writhe on top of me?" Emily moans, and I smirk as she rubs her thighs together in response. "Yes, Master!" "In time. But you'll need to be a good girl." "Yes, Master, I'll be a very good girl." "Good. Maintain that mindset when you're awake." "Yes, Master." Click! Emily's eyes snap open, her chest heaving with her suddenly labored breathing. "Are you okay, Emily? You seem like you might have a bit of a bad fever," I muse. She shudders, her eyes becoming half-lidded once more. Her nipples clearly press against her bra, now, and the scent of her arousal hits me hard. Her eyes lower somewhat, as though embarrassed suddenly. "You know, most of my patients come to me with clothes on," I continue. "You must be quite a bad girl." A very quiet moan sounds, and she seems to just then realize her state of undress. She makes no move to cover herself, though her eyes peek up at me as though gauging something. "Well? Are you a bad, naughty little girl, Emily?" She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, another quiet sound leaving her throat of its own volition. I enjoy watching as she starts squirming, looking very much like a schoolgirl waiting for a deserved and dreaded punishment. "I'm not usually naughty," she complains. Her quiet, smoky voice sends a pulse straight through my groin, almost as much as the words themselves do. "But you are today?" "I... I guess so." I pat my knee while moving further back into the couch. "And bad, naughty girls deserve to be punished, don't they, Emily?" "They do, Ray." "They? C'mon, you can do better, Emily. And right now, it's Master, not Ray, understand?" "Yes. I deserve punishment for being naughty, Master," she answers with a noticeable increase in how fast her chest is rising. "Then why don't you crawl over here and put your sexy little ass over my knee?" She gasps, her body visibly shaking as she slowly lowers herself from the chair and onto her hands and knees. Her body sways sexily as she crosses the short distance. She hops like a cat up onto the couch, and crawls over my lap. I feel her breasts rubbing against my legs as she slips across me, her shapely hips coming to a stop against my thigh. Shivers run through her as my hand comes down on her naked back, fingers dragging light trails downward. I gleefully caress her ass as soon as the hand reaches it. Her breathing grows heavier the longer he kneads her flesh. "What kind of punishment do you think you deserve, Emily?" As I ask, I let my fingers slip down into her crack. The touch on her soaked pussy seems to send a spark through her, and her entire body tightens a little more. Her backside wiggles against me, trying to get even more contact. My crotch tightens even further at how wet the black silk is against her mound, the entire outline tangible through the material. "Whatever punishment you want to give me, Master." Smack! She jerks as my hand comes down on her ass, the noise of the impact echoing through the room. Before she can sound out any displeasure, or more likely pleasure given the look on her face, I smack the other cheek. She whimpers and her body tightens over my knee. As she squirms, heat spreads from her rear to the rest of her body, shown by the spreading blush on her skin. "Take your bra off. I think spanking will do nicely," I muse, the second statement seeming to ignore the first entirely. Shaking hands reach up behind her, and soon, the silk falls free, leaving her breasts naked against my thigh. "I want you to count the spanks out loud, pet." "Yes, Master," she mumbles, her voice very breathy. Grinning like a fool, I flatten my hand out, and bring the palm against her again. "One," she sighs as her flesh quivers. I follow up by hitting the same cheek, slightly higher up her ass. "Two," she counts, while heat begins washing stronger through her. The next strike lands lower, overlapping the previous spanks and making her pale skin turn an even darker shade of red. Her third count is accompanied by a light moan. I feel her stomach quivering as I unconsciously shake my hips, my erection pressing into the soft flesh in search of an escape from its denim prison. She yips in surprise when my hand comes down directly between her cheeks. The strike to her clothed labia isn't overly powerful, but her entire body jerks in surprise anyway. From her mound, liquid fire spreads, her breathing becoming heavier as the warmth builds. "F-fuu- four," she gasps. I happily watch her ass twitch for a moment, her rump swaying as if in anticipation for the next hit. The next three slaps are in rapid succession, repeating the previous pattern on her other cheek. As the last hit lands, her hips begin bucking, and I realize her groin is rubbing against my leg now. The grin, if possible, widens even more at the growing scent of her arousal permeating the air. "Slip your panties down to your knees, pet. Are you enjoying yourself?" Both her arms are entirely trembling as she slips the silk down her thighs, her heated pussy twitching even more as it meets cool air. "Very mmm-much, M-Master," she gasps. My hand goes back to her shapely ass, and I push my middle finger to the first knuckle into her. She releases a wet moan, her tunnel attempting to squeeze down on the digit. Her eyes move up to me as I slip it free, and making sure I have her full attention, I eagerly suck her juice from the finger. The taste is incredible, sending a jolt of arousal straight to my already engorged cock. "You aren't kidding, pet. I bet you want to cum pretty badly, huh?" I ask with the most fake mock sympathy I can muster. She jerkily nods in agreement, her lip held between her teeth to prevent more embarrassing sounds from escaping. Her attempts fail when I run a finger in a light drag against both sides of her pussy. I pull the fingers away when she jerks, attempting to slip the digits inside herself. "The next few are going to hurt, now that I've warmed you up. If you take them like a good girl, then I'll let you cum to your heart's content. Would you like that, Emily?" "D-don't know if I c-can edge that well," she warns. I smirk at the admission, knowing she would normally glare at the cockiness. When I run my other hand around her, and take a firm grip of a pebbled nipple, her back arches. She hisses when I pull, the sharp sting warring with the throbbing heat radiating from her sore rump. "You'll obey me when I tell you not to cum, though, won't you, pet?" I challenge. A very low whimper sounds in response. "Yess, Master," she hisses. "Good girl. Keep up the count." Without further warning, I bring my hand up high before swinging. The smack echoes, and her ass jiggles slightly under the impact. "Nee! Ow! Nine," she counts, her hands swinging up to soothe her suddenly burning ass. The pain quickly turns once more to pleasure, and she grunts as she finds herself resisting grinding against me. "Put your hands on your tits, and play around with your hard little nipples." She responds more slowly than previously, her hands moving to her heavily aroused breasts. Grunts and groans rise form the back of her throat as she makes herself approach her peak even faster. Her entire body twitches in an incredibly erotic display, her every muscle cording and coiling in preparation for her release. "Last one," I call merrily at the exact same time my hand comes down on her burning crotch. "Ten!" she shrieks. I can't help but wince as a massive jerking motion overtakes her body. I'm pretty sure that my hand on her backside is all that keeps her from rolling and slamming down onto the floor below. With the way her hand flies down to her pussy and she shrieks, though, I'm also pretty sure she wouldn't even notice until well after the fact. Spasms rock through her as she cums, her hips jerking up to slap against my thigh as she rides through the wave of heat. "Good girl. Now, you can play with yourself as much as you want, but my cock's going to be in your hot little mouth the whole time." I almost laugh at the speed with which she rips my zipper down and fishes my cock free. It briefly smacks her face as it's freed, and she gasps in response. With one hand buried between her thighs, working her pussy to the next orgasm, she uses the other to grab me. She smiles at the way it jumps in her hand, seeming to strain to reach her mouth. Her lips are feather-light caresses as she kisses along the length of my shaft, hot breath burning a trail upward. When she reaches the tip, her tongue flicks out, tasting the pre-cum building there. A wet gasp sounds, and then I'm the one moaning as she devours me. She clamps her lips in a tight seal around me, her tongue slowly playing with the sensitive skin. Delicious warmth coats my cock as she lowers her head, taking more of me inside by the second. Her motion slows to a halt just before the base, and she briefly rests there, simply bathing me in heat. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, the sensation incredible. My hand clamps on her hair, forming a blonde rein, in response. She moans at the action, sending wonderful vibrations through my entire body. I tighten my hold, biting back a groan. "Slow down a bit, and start playing with your bad little pussy," I command. Another moan ripples along my cock as her hand eagerly slips down between her thighs. She grunts into me as my hand jerks. Her lips touch the skin at the bottom of my shaft, her tongue snaking around me the whole way. My head briefly touches against the entrance to her throat, and with her hand a blur in her pussy, she moves forward. I slip inside, and the muscles begin massaging me, working in tandem with all the other sensations to get me to break. Her eyes widen when my hand tightens painfully in her hair. I force my grip to let go, but she doesn't budge as I start painting her throat with my cum. When my orgasm starts to die down, she pulls back and lets the rest of it coat her tongue. Her head continues bobbing slowly along my shaft until she's completely drained me. True to the order, she stays latched onto my crotch as she continues masturbating, sending pulses of sensation against my still semi-hard shaft. Between watching her squirm around at her own hand, the constant and sexy sounds rising from her throat directly into my shaft, and the silk of her tongue, it isn't long before I'm hard again. I feel her lips curving into what I can only assume to be a smirk around me in response, but it's quickly lost as her eyes slam closed. Her body writhes around as her fingers become a blur in her pussy. She suddenly falls forward, nearly impaling her throat on my dick as her second orgasm rocks through her. Her body stays like that throughout the entire thing, sending constant vibrations through me until I feel like I've turned into a tuning fork. I groan as she finally pulls free, a string of spittle connecting her lips for a moment before her gasping breaths knock it free. "Feeling good, pet?" She nods, finding words unable to push past her gasping gulps of air. Still, her fingers continue playing with her clitoris, eagerly brushing the bundle of nerves. "I want you bouncing on Master's cock, now," I command. She's shaky while getting to her feet, but she eagerly straddles me. Cum drips onto my head as she lines herself up, and then she suddenly drops down. Her pussy swallows me whole, and a wanton moan floods the air. "Smile at the camera, pet." I groan as her entire body tenses, her velvety muscles already working to milk me as she pulls more of me into herself. Her lips are loosened in a perpetual O as she turns to face the camera lens, blonde hair flipping over her shoulder. As I watch, she smiles and sends her tongue out to slowly drag across her lips, still glossy from my cum. I'm unable to stop myself from bucking in response, the sight nearly making me cum right now. Her eyes widen when her knees sink into the couch due to the shift, and her whole body leans backward. I grab at her back, pulling her more firmly into me before she can fall off. As soon as she's balanced, my grip slides down, until I have a firm handhold on each of side of her ass. She groans as her chest presses flush against my own, her hard nipples pressing almost through my shirt. I loosen one of my hands and slip it between us, happily taking hold of her left breast. At the same time I begin kneading her ass cheek, I lower my mouth to her breast and lightly squeeze. Her entire body shudders as the malleable flesh pops into my mouth, and I eagerly begin toying with the sensitive nipple topping it off. Explorations: By My Command Her hips begin bucking in response, happily sliding along my length as I sucked and licked the bundle of nerves. A pattern quickly sets itself, as I find that she tends to rise higher and drop faster when I suck more harshly on her nipple. When I begin to fondle the same breast, she goes through another orgasm. I grunt into her breast as her pussy attempts to milk me, muscles rippling along my cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her smirking at the reaction. She tenses as my other hand leaves her ass and slips around to her front. When I begin rubbing my fingers across her clit, she bites her lip to fight the sexy keening sound that attempts to rise. Her head falls down, her golden hair feathering out along my back. With her mouth closer to my ear, I can hear her gasping mewls, the sound making my groin harden even further. I switch over to her other nipple and begin giving it the same treatment. A hiss escapes me when her hands both fist in my hair, pressing me more firmly into the supple, flushed globe. Taking a note from her book, I feel my cheeks hollowing as I harshly suck on the nipple. She shrieks, and even more of her cum pools around my groin, bathing it in an incredible warmth. Wet sounds soon rise to follow in the ensuing silence after her cry, and she begins rapidly bucking from my base to the head. I can feel her thighs flexing as she repeatedly buries me inside of herself, and I'm once again amazed at how many orgasms the blonde can have. I, too, feel my cum rising, and there's no stopping it by the time I recognize the sensation beyond the silken heat and pressure her pussy is surrounding my shaft with. I hiss as my orgasm breaks loose, my dick spasming inside of her. Her teeth clamp down on my shoulder as she cums once more, our fluids mixing and forming a froth around her labia. My hips continue meeting hers as we buck for a few more moments, until we both slowly come to a stop. She rises off of me in a shaking mass of limbs, and I notice the violent tremble in her left leg before she does. A shriek leaves her as her body starts to fall, only to find my arms suddenly around her to slow the fall significantly. I don't bother getting back on the couch, my own body too jerky and weak to make the effort, as well. "Holy fuck," I groan. She simply nods in agreement, until I fist my hand in her mane and pull her in for an incredibly hot kiss. I quickly start to see spots, though, and pull away to find her gasping even more harshly than me. Still holding her hair, I relax the grip and turn it into a caress, slowly tracing to her front and down to her jaw. I turn her head slightly, until her glassy eyes are meeting my own. "Now, you'll wake up remembering everything we've just done, Emily. When I, and only I, use the word 'bad' from now on, you will no longer feel a need to be punished. The effect of it making you hornier will remain." Her eyes gain clarity once more, though we both remain on the floor for quite some time. I'm the first to be able to get up, thanks in no part to having been the bottom this time, She shivers when I quickly follow up by pulling her into my arms and making the very short journey to our couch. I sit there, silently running my hands through Emily's silken hair as she slowly recovers. She smiles contentedly from where her head rests on my thighs, aftershocks still occasionally running through her for a few minutes. "Fucking hot," she finally whispers. I fight a shiver of my own as she starts winding small figure eights on my naked skin. "I'm definitely not bad," I agree with a smirk. Some amusement flares as she suddenly tenses, her cheeks turning red once more. Her eyes slam shut as she resists making more sounds. "That's going to be fun down the road. I have to admit, I didn't know that stuff worked quite that well," she murmurs in a breathy moan. "It certainly is. And it helps when the subject is so... eager to let the suggestions take root." She nods slightly, her hair tickling me as she does. "I am definitely that... My idea, after all. What's the recording for?" she asks with a vague gesture to the still-recording DSLR. I grin down at her in response. "In case you go out of town for any serious length of time," I quip. "Can never get enough, huh?" she asks with a light laugh. Of course, I have plans for the video, and by the expression on my girlfriend's face, she seems to be fully aware of that. She shrugs and looks away after a moment, apparently deciding the surprise will be worth the mystery at the moment. "Insatiable. Still, best Valentine's present ever," she intones seriously. "Yeah, I can't disagree with that. How's your ass?" She opens one of her eyes halfway, looking up at me as her grin grows even larger. "If I say it hurts, will you kiss it and make your pet all better?" I raise a brow in challenge, matching her smirk with my own. She had a way of letting me know if I'd been too rough, and that wasn't it. "Only good pets get kisses. You were dressed like a naughty pet. I do have cream I can use, though, unless you can make a good case for rewarding a naughty pet." Grinning at the challenge, Emily drags her way up to a sitting position, until my girlfriend's lips are right at my ear. "Well, if you kiss your pet all better, then for your birthday-" she begins, her voice an incredibly sexy whisper on the sensitive shell. I feel my eyes widen at her whisper, and she giggles as my dick springs to full hardness in response. "You like that, huh?" She gives a mix between shrieking and laughter as I suddenly lunge, taking her down to the couch for more pleasure, well into the night...