I Have A Little Problem
I have a little problem. I can’t seem to control my “out loud voice” very well. I have been told on numerous occasions that I have an errant mouth. I guess I have to agree. I also like to push Sir’s buttons sometimes. I know that I am not supposed to, but the flash of fire in his eyes when I do is so unbelievably intoxicating that I can’t seem to help myself.
A few nights ago, the kids were across the street and Sir and I were sitting on the couch. I was reading to him. We have been reading some fun BDSM novels together. It was getting late, so we decided to quit for the night. I don’t even remember exactly what we were talking about, when I made a smart-ass comment and ended with a sarcastic “Yes, Sir!” I don’t know how guys move SO FAST, but in a flash, he had a fistful of my hair and I was pinned over the back of the couch. I know this will TOTALLY surprise you, but I didn’t just accept my punishment quietly. As I struggled, I MAY have made a comment about someone else being able to pin me down better. As you can imagine, that didn’t go over well. He pulled me by the hair down to the floor, “ripped” my pants and panties off and began shoving his fingers into my wet opening. I breathlessly asked, “What if the kids come home?” With a flash of pure aggression, he shot his head directly in front of my face and growled, “Then YOU will have a lot of explaining to do, won’t you?!” He climbed off of me, jerked me to my feet and drug me down the hall, by my hair, and into our bedroom, where he threw me on the bed.
As he locked the door, he informed me I was going to get punished for my bad behavior and reckless mouth. Since my mouth doesn’t know when to quit, I made a comment to the effect of “Good luck with that.” The biggest smile grew across his face as he grabbed me by the wrists and drug me into the closet. Still gripping one wrist, he reached into a basket and pulled out his handcuffs and a bundle of leather rope. My eyes flew open wide and I loudly protested, “HELL NO!” as I began struggling to free myself from his grip. He just smiled and laughed out loud as he drug me back to the bed. He shoved me by the back of my neck, over the edge of the bed as he wrenched one of my arms behind my back. I had to stop struggling a little, because it hurt to move. He just kept laughing, taunting me and telling me to “keep trying to get away little girl.” Once the first hand was cuffed, the other was a quickly restrained too. I began kicking backwards with all my leg strength, hoping to push him off. He just continued to laugh as he grabbed by legs, crossed them at the ankles and pushed them up to my ass. With the rope he tied my ankles together and secured them to my already bound hands. I was officially “hog tied” and he just stood back and laughed.
I couldn’t move, and the rope and cuffs cut into my skin. He used this as an opportunity to continue to taunt me as he began fucking me with my amazing little wood Manzanita friend and then I heard a familiar humming. Soon my Magic Wand was showing me a little of its “magic” too! By the time he was finished, I had squirted all over the bedspread and was BEGGING for relief and release.
He carefully untied and released me. He gently massaged all my bound and bruised body parts. When he leaned in to give me a loving kiss, I looked longingly into his eyes and pleaded for his cum. His eyes flashed again and we fucked hard, until his complete release, deep within me. We spent the rest of the evening, sweat drenched and curled up in each other’s arms, talking.
My mouth wasn’t errant anymore that night.
But two nights later…………….