Kinky Sex Story – Appeteaser
by kelsi & Sir Alop
You come home from work tonight, loosen your tie and slip off your jacket, saying, “Shower and dress, kelsi my pet…I made dinner reservations…”
I squeal with delight at the thought of going out with you, Master, and hurry to comply. In the shower, warm water running over my body, I soap lazily, daydreaming about your hands on me. Evidently I take a little too long, because I hear you open the bathroom door and say, “You have 3 minutes to finish and get out my dear, or I am canceling the reservations and coming in there with you. You must be a very dirty girl to be taking so long – perhaps you need me to wash you thoroughly?”
“Yes, Master!” I giggle, contemplating you washing me for a moment…the hot water pouring over us as you pin me against the shower wall and fuck me hard…but I snap out of it and rinse quickly. As I stand on the rug, toweling dry, you re-enter the bathroom, carrying the black velvet box. I stand obediently as you slip the jewels on my nipples, tightening them gently. My nipples stiffen under your fingers, becoming hard and exquisitely sensitive. You stand back, nod in satisfaction, then nudge my thighs apart, saying, “Good girl, now for the clit jewel…” I whimper softly and you stop momentarily, looking me in the eye. “What’s wrong, my sweet?”
“Oh, Master,” I say, “I don’t know if I can handle that constant arousal in public!!! I am afraid of how I will behave if I am wearing that…” I bite my lip, embarrassed, and look at the floor.
You chuckle softly, laying the gem back in the box. “Alright, little one, not this time. But you WILL learn, not only to ‘handle’ this constant arousal, but to crave it and you eventually will beg me for it…”
I shiver, considering your words carefully, and whisper, “Thank you, Sir.” You cup me under the chin and kiss me soundly, then slap my bottom sharply. “NOW – get dressed, and be quick about it!” Your expression is stern, but your eyes smile at me as I rush to obey.
I dress, then present myself for your approval. Gold sandals, no stockings, no bra, and a simple dress of violet satin, low backed with a deeply plunging neckline, small gold hoop earrings, and my hair put up. You take the clips out, saying, “No, kelsi, I prefer it down.” You frown briefly at the length of the skirt, until I gently thrust out one hip, revealing a deep slit in the skirt on each side. You smile in approval. “Nice color, angel, brings out the red in your hair.” Your eyes are drawn to the smooth fabric that covers my full breasts, seeing the faint outline of the jewelry, and my hard nipples making little dimples in the smooth satin. “Very nice, angel…let’s go…” you whisper hoarsely. I giggle to myself as I watch you re-adjust the front of your pants –so you can WALK — and you offer your arm.
We are seated in a rear corner booth, and have a light supper by candlelight. Feeling mellow from the wine, you order my favorite dessert, chocolate mousse. I lick the creamy chocolate seductively from the spoon, teasingly feeding you whipped cream with my fingers, until I realize by the urgency and intensity that you are licking and sucking my hand that I may have pushed you a bit too far, and you will probably order me to service you in the car even before we get home. You slide closer to me in the booth, pressing your body to mine, nibbling on my neck and sliding your hand up my thigh…you pause for a moment and frown slightly. “Panties? I didn’t give you permission to wear panties, my dear.”
I stammer, “But-but Sir, you didn’t tell me NOT to…”
You smile slightly, “True, well, no matter…take them off now.”
I blush a little, and start to rise from the table, “Certainly, Sir, I will just go to the ladies’ room…”
You grasp my shoulder firmly and push me back down to the seat. “No, kelsi, take them off here.”
My eyes open very wide, and I squeak, “HERE Sir??? But we are in PUBLIC!”
You raise an eyebrow at me. “Yes, I am aware of that. Your panties, please.”
“But, Sir!!! There are PEOPLE in here..” I start to protest – but the look on your face silences me immediately.
“Yes, kelsi, and this disrespectful arguing is certainly going to draw attention to you.” I lower my head, ashamed, but you lift my chin so I have no choice but to meet your gaze. “My dear, you have been a very good girl, and your training is coming along nicely…that is why I decided to surprise you with this little outing.” I start to smile, until you sigh in exasperation. “This hesitation and reluctance to obey my simple request is unbecoming, dear, and displeases me greatly. I have not asked you to do anything difficult, or that is outside of our agreed-upon limits.” You lean a little closer, speaking softly, but I hear every word. “Delayed obedience is DISobedience, pet – and I have begun to count the swats you will receive as soon as we get home. You have earned four so far.”
Your hand drops to the table, palm up, expectantly. I stare at it, slightly shocked, until you whisper, “That’s five, kelsi – I suggest you obey me. NOW. Unless you would prefer your spanking here, in public…”
Eyes wide, I push open the slits on the sides of my skirt and hook my thumbs in the top of my panties at the hips. I glance around the room quickly, hoping no one is looking, then swiftly lift my hips and slip them off. Wadding them into a tiny ball, I try to pass them to you discretely, under the table, but you shake your head slowly, and say, “No…place them here in my hand, on the table.”
Blushing hotly, I obey, placing a damp wad of ivory silk in your hand. You grin wickedly, and say, “There now, dear, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” and to my deep embarrassment, you begin to examine them closely in the candlelight. “Very pretty…oh, look how wet they are…I wonder why?” I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to hide under the table when you bring the silk to your lips, nuzzling and kissing it, whispering, “So, sweet, dear kelsi, and all MINE.” Just as our waiter returns to refresh our coffee, you slowly and deliberately tuck them in the breast pocket of your jacket. “Hmmm, doesn’t exactly match my tie, but I rather like the effect, don’t you, pet?” Unable to look at the waiter, I manage to whisper, “Yes Sir.”
I am puzzled for a moment as I watch you purposely push your table knife on to the floor. Then you wink playfully and me and say, “Oh, kelsi, I seem to have dropped my knife – be a love and pick it up, please.” I obey immediately, leaning down, and our poor waiter almost drops the coffee pot as he gets an eyeful down the front of my dress, creamy white breasts with temptingly jeweled rosy nipples. He manages to stammer, “I-I’ll get you another, sir…” as he walks away from our table stiffly, noticeably readjusting his uniform.
“That’s my girl,” you whisper, sliding closer to me again. “Now, let’s see if we can discover why your panties are so wet, shall we?” I feel one of your hands gently tweak my nipple through the satin of my dress, while your other one slides possessively up my inner thigh…
Your fingers begin to explore my tender, wet sex, and you unzip your pants with your other hand. “Stroke me, kelsi,” you breathe into my ear, and I wrap my hand around your stiff cock and caress you, sliding up and down your shaft. You slide your fingers easily into me, deeply, rubbing that secret tender spot inside me…then pressing hard little circles on my clit…insistent…demanding…
I stroke you a little faster…and a few drops of cum leak from your cock onto my hand. I stop stroking you only for a moment, to lick them from my fingers, then resume pleasuring you. You groan deeply and bite my neck, rubbing and teasing my hot pussy until I can’t think straight…I whisper, pleading, “Please, Master, no…don’t make me cum here…everyone will stare, and know…PLEASE…”
You nuzzle my neck and murmur soothingly, “Don’t worry, pet…I will quiet you…”
I pant softly, moving my hips under your fingers, still stroking your cock…and as you feel my clit begin to throb gently under your fingertips, and I start to moan in spite of myself…you cover my mouth with yours, kissing me deeply, hushing my helpless cries of pleasure…
I feel your fingers tangle and tighten in the hair at the nape of my neck, and you pull my head down to your lap, groaning softly, “Drink me, slave…” I close soft pink lips around the head of your shaft, just as it explodes like a liquid rocket in my mouth, pumping jets of hot cream down my throat. You moan softly, stroking my hair, and I hold your cock in my mouth, milking every last drop of cum greedily, while your climax subsides.
Moments, later, I feel you tap my shoulder, and you say, “kelsi, my dear, you can come up now – I didn’t drop my napkin after all, it is right here on the table.” I sit up quickly, my face flushed and my hair a mess, to see our waiter shakily pouring coffee. You grin at my obvious distress, and as the poor man walks away, you slowly bring your index finger to the corner of your mouth, making a slight wiping motion. I mirror your actions, and am embarrassed to find a tiny pearl of cum on my fingertips. I groan, knowing the waiter must have seen it.
You chuckle at my blush, zipping your pants, and toss some cash down next to the check. You stand up and offer me your hand, then pull me into your arms. “That was delightful, my dear, and more like the sweet, obedient sub I know and love,” you whisper into my ear.
“However,” you continue, sliding your hands down my back to cup my bottom, “don’t think for a moment that your sweet ass is going to escape the punishment you deserve.”
I swallow hard and look at you nervously with wide eyes. You just laugh softly and lead me out to the car.
All the way home, you will not speak to me, or look at me, no matter how I try to make eye contact. Just when I begin to REALLY worry, you squeeze my knee reassuringly and wink at me, grinning.
We arrive home, and without a word, you beckon me to follow you into the den. I obey nervously…knowing you intend to correct me. I swallow hard, thinking of your paddle and your crop…truly terrified of the marks they could make on my tender flesh.
I love your private study, Sir…I come here often when you are away, and read for hours in the window seat. But I especially love it at night, with the fireplace blazing, all other lights in the room off, when you summon me here to serve you.
“Remove your sandals, kelsi,” you murmur, slipping off your jacket. I obey, feeling my bare toes sink deep into the Oriental carpet. You roll up the sleeves of your shirt, slowly, deliberately, never taking your eyes off me. I find myself shivering, despite the roaring fire. You brush back a strand of hair from my cheek, a lover’s caress…then quickly gather my hair in your fist and pull my head back roughly, to meet your gaze. I search your eyes for mercy, finding none, but I love and trust you Master. You will do what is best, and what I need.
Leading me by my hair, you growl, “Over the chair, girl.”
THE chair, is YOUR chair…a huge leather-upholstered armchair, large enough for you to cradle me comfortably in your lap while we talk and play…or for you to pull me astride you if the mood strikes. It is also the perfect height for you to bend me over the back of it to take me from behind, or to discipline me. I groan softly, knowing that is the purpose it serves tonight, and I obey, leaning over the back, feeling the soft leather against my bare arms and my cheek. I inhale deeply, the scent almost intoxicating me.
You lift the violet satin dress up over my hips, exposing my bare bottom to your gaze. I tremble with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you unbuckle your belt and with deft, sure movements, pull it free from the loops. I whimper softly and grip the arms of the chair tightly, knowing what will come next.
I feel your hand caress my bare bottom as you say, “This will be swift, kelsi…I won’t waste time making you count…” Your voice drops to a whisper, “I have other plans for your sweet ass, angel…”
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Standing back and regarding your bare ass, I smile evilly watching the reflected glow of the firelight flickering across your smooth skin.
I drop my belt to the floor and cup your exposed, vulnerable bottom for a moment. “I think, angel, that I shall postpone your punishment until after I’ve had my pleasure from you.”
With that I quickly bring the flat of my hand slapping down twice on each bare cheek, leaving four perfect palm prints spreading out from the crack of your ass and making it look like a bright red butterfly has landed on your behind.
“Place your hands behind your back, wrists crossed, little one,” I say and, as you comply, quickly tie your wrists together with a length of silk rope.
With one booted foot I tap the inside of your ankles and watch as you quickly spread them. Muttering “If you want something doing properly do it your bloody self,” I kneel behind you and roughly push your ankles further apart, fitting them to the leather cuffs of a 3 foot steel leg spreader. Leaning forward, I flatten my tongue and run it quickly and firmly from your hardened clit, up between your swollen pussy lips and over both tight holes continuing until it reaches the base of your spine.
Standing behind you I roughly push your ass cheeks as far apart as possible and rest the tip of my rigid cock against your tight puckered asshole. With one firm steady forward motion. I push the entire length of my cock into your hot dry tunnel, sighing deeply as my heavy balls make contact with your glistening pussy lips.
One hand reaches underneath you and begins to pinch and pull at the hard little button of your clit as the other grabs a fistful of your copper curls and pulls your head back until you are staring at the opposite wall with tears in your eyes.
“Would you like me to fill your ass with cum my pet?”
“Oh yes please Master.”
Starting slowly I begin to fuck your sweet tight ass, building the pace and force of my thrusts steadily until I am humping back and forth against your glowing cheeks with all my might. You let out the occasional yelp as you are pressed into the leather of the armchair, your hands trapped behind your back and your neck arched.
With one final thrust, I let out a moan of sheer animal lust and pleasure as my cock explodes deep inside your ass, pumping hot thick cum into you in waves. Removing the cork from the evening’s wine bottle from my pocket, I quickly withdraw my cock and jam the cork into your asshole, effectively bottling my cum in your ass.
Pulling you upright by your hair, I untie your wrists then retie them in front of you before saying, “Now my angel, go to the bar and fetch me a brandy and a bucket of ice and don’t you dare let that cork fall out or I shall be very displeased.”
“Would you release my ankles please, Master?” you ask timidly.
“No, you can manage as you are and you will have to cradle the ice bucket to your chest, I don’t have time for you to make two trips.”
Lowering your head you whisper, “Yes, Master,” and begin to hobble towards the bar at the other side of the room, desperately clenching your buttocks to keep the cork in place. Reaching the bar, you quickly fill the ice bucket and pour brandy into a crystal balloon. Holding the ice bucket against your breasts with your elbows and the glass of brandy between your hands, you turn and hobble back to me, the bottom half of your dress sliding down one thigh.
I take the glass and bucket, placing them on the table beside me and tell you to resume your position, fastening your wrists once more behind your back.
“Hmmmmmm,” I muse, “perhaps I should have stripped you before I trussed you. Still no matter.” Taking the two sides of the dress in my hands I pull them apart roughly, neatly splitting the dress along the seam, leaving it in tatters about your neck. “Now I’ll have to buy you a new one. Oh well.”
Warming the brandy between my hands I stare at your bare ass and thighs and ask you, “How many strokes do you think you deserve for tonight’s misdemeanours, slave?”
“Umm………..would five be sufficient, Master?” you whisper.
“Yes, five it shall be. However, you will receive five strokes each from my hand, my paddle and my crop.”
“Yes Master, thank You,” you gulp, secretly delighted that I will be giving you a little extra punishment.
Stepping a little closer I quickly administer five bare handed slaps, two to each cheek and the final one landing so that my fingers lay across the end of the cork and your glistening pussy.
Noticing that you didn’t even flinch, I take up the wide wooden paddle and decide to be a little firmer with the next five. The smooth wood slaps down across your ass cheeks with a regular rhythm, replacing the palm prints with an even red glow. After five firm thwacks I am pleased to hear a soft whimper escaping your lips as your ass cheeks tingle hotly.
Dropping the paddle to the floor, I scoop a handful of ice from the bucket and press it against your ass, smiling in wicked delight as you gasp aloud, the freezing cold ice quickly replacing the warmth from the paddle with a burning sensation of its own.
“Now little one, do you think you deserve the crop?”
“Oh yes, Master — I have been a bad girl and deserve to be punished. I wore panties without permission and I dared to answer You back.”
“I think you see this as a treat, my angel, rather than a punishment.”
“Oh no, Master, the crop scares me, I would much rather You released me now. Please don’t beat me with Your crop, Master,” you breathe, trying to disguise the lie as best you can.
“Hmmm, very well, you shall receive the crop, although I still think you are enjoying this.”
Taking up the crop, I land a hard swipe horizontally across your buttocks, the shaft leaving a bright red welt across the full width of them. Changing the angle of my wrist slightly I bring the shaft of the crop back down across your left buttock diagonally then again at the opposite angle. Standing back, I admire the “A” shape that the wicked red welts have created and repeat the last two strokes on your right cheek, marking you for a second time with my initial.
Slowly and gently I run the tip of the crop down the crack of your ass, over the cork and round to your clit. A quick flick of my wrist and the wide tip bites into the soft pink flesh of your pussy, causing you to cry out in true pain for the first time this evening.
“You may now push the cork out little one,” I tell you as I kneel behind you to get a good view of your stinging pussy.
Releasing the grip of your buttocks, you push with your internal muscles and the cork falls to the floor. My cum begins to ooze from your ass and trickle down over your burning pussy, soothing the tingling flesh.
I quickly release you from your bonds then sit down in my favourite chair, telling you to go and clean yourself up and wait for me in the bedroom.
“Would you not like to use my body again before You go to bed, Master?” you ask with a hopeful glint in your eye.
“No, begone slave”.
As you hang your head and slouch out of the room, I bite back the desire to call you back. I love you dearly and would like nothing better than to make love to you for the rest of the night but, after all, you are a slave and must be punished when you do wrong and I know that declining the use of your body is the only real punishment I can give you. Smiling ruefully to myself, I pick up the brandy glass and stare at the dying fire thinking that there’s always tomorrow.
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