Sunday funday

I am face down across the bed, wrists restrained together behind my back. My ankles too, cuffed in leather and metal. I’m blindfolded and it is quiet.

He’s left me again, walked out of the bedroom, leaving me prone and waiting.

I wait minutes, hours, to hear him return. He instructs me that I am not to move, no matter what he does. I feel his finger tips lightly dance across my arse then a sharp slap. He pulls my underwear down to my knees. I am exposed.

A stinging bite on my butt; he has the riding crop out. I flinch involuntarily and he hits me again, a little harder.

“I told you not to move.”

“I’m sorry.”

His hand now, caressing my curves before exploratory fingers part my cheeks. I am wet for him.

He inserts something cold and smooth into me and my insides close around it greedily. Then nothing. I wait.

The vibrating egg inside me begins to quiver rapidly. It is both expected and not. I arch my back.


“I told you not to move,” he says, the sting of the crop still on my arse.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp.

The pulsing egg begins to vibrate more slowly, then fast, now slow. I squirm with each crescendo.

Snap! Snap!

“You really are misbehaving,” he tells me.

“I’m sorry,” I pant, not at all sorry.

“Now be still.”

I squeeze my thighs together but it makes no difference to the egg quivering inside me. I try without success to grind my clit into the bed but my ankle restraints prevend me from gaining the needed space.

Snap! The vibrations stop.

“There will be none of that. You need to ask my permission if you want to come. Do you understand?”


“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

But the egg doesn’t come back on.

I hear him moving around the bed until I feel more than hear him standing close to my head.

Strong hands grip me under my arms and haul me forward until my head is hanging over the edge of the bed.

He teases my lips with the head of his cock.

“Open your mouth”, he says.

I suck on his hard dick, taking it deep into my mouth, gagging on its length.

“That’s it. You like that don’t you? You like sucking on my cock.”

I only nod, my mouth full. The blindfold is starting to ride up my forehead.

I release his cock, swallow.

“My blindfold is coming off,” I tell him.

“Thank you for telling me,” he says, adjusting it. “But, you didn’t ask permission to speak.”

His brings the tongue of the riding crop down hard on my arse and I squirm. He hits me again.

“Next time, you will ask permission to speak. And, I told you not to move.”

“I’m sorry.”

His footsteps move away and I sense that he’s left the room once more. The egg is still inside me but he hasn’t turned it back on.

I hear music. He’s turned on the portable speaker and it drowns out the sound of my own breathing.

There’s a shifting of weight on the bed behind me and then I feel his hands on my hips. He pulls me up, forcing me on to my knees spread wide apart. My ankles are still tightly together, my face pressed hard into the bed.

He licks me from behind, tonguing my arse and rubbing his fingers across my clit. He removes the silent egg and replaces it with one finger, then two, now three.

“Are you ready for me?”


“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m ready for you.”

He pushes his hard cock into me and I let out a muffled moan.

He fucks me from behind, slapping my arse sporadically.

“You’re a dirty slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a dirty slut.”

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s your pussy.”

He stops fucking me and pulls out abruptly and unclips the restraints holding my wrists together. I rotate my shoulders, the blood rushing back into my joints. I wait.

Slippery fingers slide liberally between my arse cheeks. He’s lubed up. He takes my right hand and something long and smooth in it. I recognise it as a double-ended pink silicone vibrator called The Swan.

“I’m going to fuck your arse now. Is that OK?”


“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please fuck my arse.”

His pushes his cock hesitantly at my tight hole but only for a moment. It slides in easily.

“Oh fuck!”

He slaps my arse.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” he says as he starts to fuck me. “You like the feel of my cock in your arse don’t you?”

“Yes, oh god, yes!”

“You want me to leave a big load of cum in there?”

“Yes, please come in me. Empty your balls in my arse.”

“You may use the vibrator on your clit while I fuck you.”

I fumble to find the tiny buttons and turn on the vibrator in my hand. I manoeuvre it under me until I find a place that makes me tingle. He’s fucking me harder now, more urgently.

“I want you to come for me,” he whispers. “But you need to ask permission first, do you understand?”

I grind against the vibrator as he drives into me, his breathing fast in my ear.

“Yes, I understand.”

Our pace is frantic yet synchronised. I push back harder against him, feel him slide in even deeper. I grasp the vibrator hard against me as I start to lose control.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” I moan.

“Such a good slut.”

“Oh god, I’m going to … I’m going to come.”

“What do you say?”

“Please … please, can I come? Please can I come?”

“Come with me baby,” he says, as we come together in a sweaty, lube-ridden mess.

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