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Once again, my mind whirled at the possible options and what they might entail. I was now feeling incredibly aroused and needy. My behind still burned ominously, and I could not resist some anal play. I knew it would not be pure pleasure, but that Mark would walk me along that indulgent tightrope between pleasure and pain.
I looked up at him from my snug position on his lap. “I want Option 3, please Sir.”
He smiled. “I wasn’t expecting that to be your choice, but I am delighted that it is.”
I smiled back at him coquettishly. “I like to surprise you.”
“My good girl.”
He lifted me gently from his lap and collected a couple of pillows. He placed them on the soft rug in front of the fire.
“Knickers off please young lady and assume the position,” he grinned.
I slowly peeled off my knickers, feeling them sticking slightly to the wetness of my pussy. Mark held out his hand expectantly and I passed him my damp underwear. He rubbed the soaked fabric between his fingers and raised his eyebrows at me but did not comment.
I felt my cheeks blush and I looked down. Then I moved into position. Kneeling with my elbows and forearms on the rug and my hips supported by the pillows. I felt comfortable but very exposed.
Mark moved into position behind me and very slowly dragged his fingers along my sex. “Gosh, you are very wet,” he observed.
I felt a delicious wave of humiliation. I pushed my hips back slightly, desperate for his fingers inside me. I was so needy to be filled. He swatted playfully at my sore bottom, “Greedy girl.”
Instead, his hands moved to my buttocks, and he started to massage them. The tenderness of his hands against my flesh was intoxicating, yet regularly punctuated with throngs of pain when he touched sensitive spots from my earlier spanking. I sighed and enjoyed the sensations.
Gradually his hands moved to part my cheeks and expose my intimate rear hole. I shivered in anticipation. I heard him adjust position slightly and then the glorious feeling of his tongue on my skin. He drew languid circles around my arsehole, each one growing a little closer to his target.
Until finally, his tongue closed in on my tight little hole and I felt the thrill of him lapping at me there. I moaned at the sweet indulgence of it. He used his tongue in long flat strokes, backwards and forwards. I loved the incredibly intimacy of the act.
He pulled my arse cheeks wider, and his tongue pushed at my opening. Slowly opening me up, allowing him to push deeper, letting him start to fuck my arsehole. I whimpered and moaned at the exquisiteness of his actions. My mind unable to focus on anything but his tongue sliding in and out of me.
As the minutes passed and my body succumbed to his ministrations, he eventually paused. His voice soothing me as he reached for a large metal butt plug. I listened to the familiar sound of the lube bottle, and I could imagine it dribbling down the toy. Then I felt the tip of the cold metal against my hole. “Good girl,” he whispered, one hand stroking my back, encouraging me not to tense against the invasion of the plug.
He pushed gently, slowly, inching the toy into me. He took his time, allowing me to cope with the sensation. It felt so big as it entered me, stretching me as he pushed it in further. I cried out and he paused, soothing me again. Then, as I calmed, he pushed again. I was almost at the point of saying I could not take any more when I felt that familiar pop. When I had reached the widest point and I could close around the slim neck. I felt so wonderfully full, the toy heavy inside me.
Then Mark rolled me over onto my back. He knelt between my legs. His thick cock so close to my pussy. His eyes moving over me, taking in my swollen breasts and throbbing nipples, the wetness between my thighs. His gaze rolled up to meet mine.
“You are so very aroused,” he smirked.
I swallowed hard. “Yes,” I moaned.
“What do you need, young lady?”
“I want your cock inside me,” I gasped. “Please!” I could hear the begging tone in my voice.
He laughed. “Just a little longer I think.”
I growled and he looked at me admonishingly. I could see him weighing up options in his mind.
“Maybe a little humiliation play, then,” he continued, “for young ladies that think it acceptable to growl at their Master.”
I cursed myself for letting that noise escape my lips. I knew humiliation play would flame my desire and make me even more desperate to feel him inside me. But I also knew it would not be a scenario that allowed me to cum.
His cock still hung tantalisingly close to my pussy as he spoke. “As you know, the choices are all yours this evening, Sweetheart,” a ripple of sarcasm ran through his tone. “So which Option would you like?
Option 1 could involve some pee play.
Option 2 could involve you being my pet, my puppy maybe.
Or Option 3 could let you be my slave for a while.
Which is it to be?”
Option 1 please.xx
I was hoping for Option 1 too, but sadly you were outvoted. But thanks so much for getting involved x
That can only be option one.
Thanks so much for getting involved in this bit of festive kinky fun! x