Thursday, August 25, 2005Timing is Everything
This is not real.
I got home earlier than expected from a night out with the girls. I take these nights to myself and leave the pet alone with the children to clear my mind of mommyhood and partnerhood. Just to be me, without obligation. But, even in that space I feel a pull home, so I leave early without consuming the requisite girly drinks.
When I get home, all is very quiet. The children are in bed, on time and the dishes are done. He has been a good pet while I was gone. I figure he turned in early, not expecting me home for a few hours yet. Then I hear it. Buzzing, from the bedroom. I smile wickedly--someone is in trouble...
I slip off my shoes and walk as quietly as I can to the room. Obviously he didn't hear me come in. The door to the bedroom is locked, but I unlock it with the key we keep on the doorframe and open it ever so quietly. That's when I see him.
He's got my stockings on. Black thigh highs with lace tops that don't really go up as far as they should on his long legs. I can see leg hair poking out here and there, but mostly his legs are swathed in black silk. They are attached to my black garter belt, and over that a black baby doll nightgown. I have no high heels that fit him so instead of wearing them I can see he has gotten a pair out to look at, touch and smell. They lay now by his head, nearby but not in use. He hasn't seen me or heard me because he is face down on the bed, ass high in the air and moaning into a pillow. He's got his butt plug buried in his ass and my vibrator on top of it, pushing it into him in rhythmic thrusts. He is moving his hips into the bed with each thrust, but is not touching his cock. Clearly he is drawing out his pleasure, savoring the experience.
I'm on him and he starts violently. I climb on the bed in one movement and whisper in his ear "oh you are a dirty little slut and you need to be fucked like the whore you are." His heart is beating fast, I scared him but now I can see the twinkle in his eye. "You're home early," he manages to blurt out. "Quiet pet, I do the talking from now on. Besides, your mouth will be full soon enough." I get naked quick, and strap on the dildo we share. "On your knees, slut," I say and as he scrambles up I remind him to keep the butt plug in his ass. I stand over him on the bed and shove my cock in his face. He sucks eagerly, and I moan and fuck his face. He sucks, takes much of the cock but not all into his mouth. As he sucks the back of the dildo hits my clit and I get too shaky to be on my feet.
"Back in position," I bark, and he is back with his ass in the air in record time. My things do look good on him, he is quite sexy in black lace. I use the dildo to smack his ass, and with each smack he moans and thanks me like a good pet. He knows he's in trouble, and he's kissing up. I smack him hard, then switch to my bare hand and alternate buttocks until he is glowing red and trembling for release. He isn't saying anything--he is well trained enough to know better. I locate the lube and slide the cock in his ass in one harsh stroke. He groans, a pain/pleasure sound I love to hear. I begin to fuck him in earnest, glad he's spent time training himself so I don't worry about hurting him. I can see his balls dangling and grab them harshly, pulling and stretching them while I thrust into him. He is becoming frantic, his hips have starting slamming back into me outside of his control. He feels heavy and pliable--a good sign he is submitting.
"Turn over," I say and pull out of him. He does as I ask without protest. On his back his cock stands straight up out of the lingerie and I mount him and fuck him, cumming quickly--quick enough that by some miracle he doesn't. Lucky him. I move up to his face and sit, smothering him in my juices and he eats me, the second time he's given me head tonight. I cum again, and he licks my pussy clean.
"Hungry?" I ask him, then without waiting for a response I climb off and lay down. "Cum on my breasts," I say. He complies, jumping up quickly and getting on his knees beside me. He strokes himself and cums quickly, then knows without being told what his true punishment for the night is. He leans down and licks every bit of his cum off my breasts.
We collapse together and I hold him, murmuring encouraging words and calling him my sweet little slut, and we both fall into a blissful sleep.