- Well, understand, my good, I'm not a tyrant! - Oksana said affectionately, making unhurried movements with her hand. “If you think carefully, you yourself will agree with this.
The new dildo she used to fuck me was bigger than the one I had to punish myself with. Despite the huge amount of lube, I could feel every extra millimeter as Oksana gently but firmly inserted it.
“There is nothing excessive in the rules that I require you to follow!” I let you cum freely if I'm on top. I'm not making you ask for permission at the end of the session... Bend a little. Good boy!
I obediently bent over and the dildo seemed to sink even deeper. My prostate gland sweetly, but painfully ached.
“If you had been gagged then, I would have been lenient.” It's still a mess, but not that serious. I would have had enough of your sincere apologies on your knees.
I couldn't help it and groaned. Oksana gently scratched the fingers of her right hand along my back.
“I don’t mind a blowjob at all, my love!” Some of my friends think that I spoil you so much in vain, but I myself like it. Still, I'm crazy about your cock.
Oksana smacked her lips and began to carefully turn the dildo clockwise. The sensations were so interesting that I trembled.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this: it might have a bad effect on your discipline, but… To be honest, I even liked it when you came in my mouth.” I ate it all up like an obedient vanilla chick!
Oksana giggled, but then her nails dug sharply into my back.
“But what I didn’t like was that you did it without my permission. I don't want you to have doubts about who's in charge in our bed. If you'd respectfully asked for it at the right time, I might have let you do it myself. But like this...
Oksana started moving the dildo furiously, causing my stomach muscles to tense up.
“Besides, I had just punished you then and hoped that now my authority does not cause you doubts. It turned out not!
I sighed softly, but said nothing. If I tried to explain to Oksana that I did not encroach on her authority in any way, then I would simply listen to the lecture further with her panties in my mouth. Oksana interpreted my sigh in her own way.
"It's all for your own good, honey!" The more willingly you will obey, the more pleasure we will both get from sex. You yourself already understood this. But it also means I have to punish you when you don't willingly obey. I hope you understand this too and don't sulk at me about the current punishment. Whims are out of place here and only show that you have not learned your lesson.
Oksana leaned towards my face. I turned my head, looking away from the handcuffs that chained my wrists to the bed, and looked into her bottomless eyes.
"Aren't you too tired?" she asked in a different, soft tone. “I purposely took a bigger dildo for this conversation so that you would listen more carefully, but I would not want to torture you with it. Should I continue? She lightly touched the tip of the toy. - Wormwood or parsley?
- Parsley. I said decisively. Oksana kissed me gently and the movement in my ass resumed.
...
The safe word appeared in our relationship some time before, when Oksana taught me to love being tickled. This activity went on for many hours. She tickled my armpits, sides, thighs, feet, one at a time, and then mixed. Then she would give me a breather: sometimes a short one to kiss me or give me a bottle of water to drink, sometimes a long one to jump on my face or cock. And then tickled again...
When she saw that I was a little used to it, she trusted me to decide when to ask for a break. Oksana found the traditional stop word “red” not romantic enough and told me a legend about mermaids. According to legend, mermaids ask human guys "Mugwort or parsley?". Those who answer "sagebrush" are left alone by the mermaids, while those who answer "parsley" are subjected to violent tickling and eventually drowning. I liked the legend, and "wormwood" became our safe word. In addition, now Oksana had an easy way to ask if everything was all right with me - and I could always dispel her doubts with one word "parsley".
Unfortunately, the punishment that Oksana was inflicting on me now could not be stopped with a stop word. So it went on for the second week.
...
- Please kick me! - I sank to the floor and handed Oksana a stack. Oksana looked at me curiously.
I knew she loved it when I asked for it myself. I noticed long ago that such a request madly excites her and touches her at the same time. Therefore, spanking usually came out, although passionate, but gentle and romantic. For this, a whip was best suited. Once, after a quarrel, Oksana even asked for forgiveness with her help, alternating blows with apologies. I have found this method of reconciliation remarkably effective.
- Why a stack? she asked curiously.
“He relaxes better,” I replied.
In fact, I was so excited that I would not have been upset if she had told me to change it for a rod. Oksana laughed and, taking the stack, pointed them to the bed. I got up and began to hurriedly take off my clothes. After a couple of seconds, Oksana joined me, starting to slowly pull off her T-shirt. With difficulty tearing my eyes away from her boobs, I lay on my stomach and spread my arms and legs so that it would be easier for her to tie me up.
When the loops were tightened, I heard Oksana throw off the rest of her clothes and ... put on something else. “I hope it's not a strap-on,” I thought: my ass has not moved away from yesterday's conversation. I could no longer look, lying face down in the pillow.
Today you will count! Oksana announced with a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry, if you mess up, we’ll just start over!”
I understood why she didn't gag me.
- Once! Two! Three! Four! Ay! Five! Six! Ay!
Blows rained down one after another, forcing to closely monitor the score.
- Seventeen! Rest! Detnast! Twenty!
The stack stung painfully, but I liked it. In addition, my erect member rubbed against the bed with each blow, only increasing my desire.
- Two three! Twofour! Ay! Ay! Twenty-six!
Oksana stopped.
- How? she asked ingratiatingly.
- Oh.
- You lost your way. Kiss the stack and we'll start over.
I kissed the black skin of the stack, thinking that I would kiss Oksana's leg with great pleasure. Or any other part of her body.
- Ai! Once! Two! Three! Ay! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!
Don't forget to breathe, sun.
- Ai! Ten!
...
Oksana gave me a couple of minutes to rest after the spanking, carefully throwing a cold wet towel over my burning buttocks. When she began to untie me, the pain had already been replaced by a pleasant burning sensation, but I did not immediately lie down on my back. Turning on my side, I finally realized what Oksana was wearing - from the clothes she wore only boots with spurs.
- Well, how did you relax? she asked cheerfully. I involuntarily glanced at the still hard cock and answered evasively:
- Thank you, my lady!
Last time she liked this appeal, and this time, it seems, too. She sank down next to me and for several minutes I carefully licked her nipples. She ran the fingers of her left hand through my hair and gently guided me, her right hand resting on the bed. Then she abruptly pulled me away and reached for the nightstand. I managed to kiss her ass once before she turned back, holding the chained nipple clamps in her hands.
“Your mistress wants to feel your cock!” she said as she put them on me. Then she stretched out on the bed on her stomach and slightly spread her legs.
After a little pause to enjoy the view that opened up to me on the back, ass and legs of Oksana, I leaned over and slowly entered her.
Oksana let out a long, excited sigh and stretched. Then she reached under her and pulled me sharply down by the chain that connected the clamps. My nipples responded with pain, but I immediately forgot about it when Oksana bent her legs, hitting me with the spurs of her boots right on the slashed ass. As I lowered myself, I actively got down to business.
Oksana groaned. I tried to move quickly so that she wouldn't have to urge me on, but a few more times her spurs dug into me, making me convulsively accelerate - and reminding me who was fucking whom here. I was hoping I could make her cum, but I didn't. It wasn't long before I realized that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I stopped.
“Just a little more and I’ll finish,” I told Oksana a little guiltily. Oksana sighed.
“First of all, you are great for what you said. Secondly ... - Oksana slipped off my tense cock - lie down on your back and finish the job with your mouth.
I obeyed, and Oksana easily threw her leg over my face. Leaning her hands on the back of the bed, she slowly sat down on him and moved, looking for a comfortable position. I lightly licked her several times, looking for the clitoris, after which I energetically indulged in a well-known occupation.
Oksana breathed heavily. Her beautiful breasts and toned tummy swayed slightly above me, causing new painful bouts of lust. Just a couple of moves, I thought. Well, maybe three or four, that's all. Nothing will happen." My hand gently reached for a member ... but touched the spur on the boot.
- It seems that someone ... aaah! ... wants to sleep in handcuffs today ... - Oksana said thoughtfully. I hastily removed my hand from sin, but Oksana, just in case, pressed it with her boot, and then the second. I pushed the heretical thoughts out of my head and focused on what I was licking.
Orgasm took possession of Oksana gradually, as if in parts. Her hips began to tremble a little for a few seconds before she screamed and arched her whole body. I exulted, slowing down, but not stopping licking, in the hope of prolonging her pleasure in this way. Oksana got off me immediately.
Seeing that she breaks into a smile, I took a chance and asked:
"I... Can I ask permission to cum?"
“Ask,” Oksana nodded. - No, wait a minute!
...
Peas were scattered in front of the chair. Oksana sank into a chair, unbuttoned and took off her boots, then put them aside and crossed her legs.
- Stand on the peas. Oksana said. I timidly took a step towards her.
Get on your knees, stupid! she laughed and I hastily corrected my mistake.
“Now you can ask,” Oksana allowed.
Peas dug into my knees unpleasantly, but I tried to collect my thoughts and began:
“First of all, I apologize again for cumming in your mouth without permission. I was just a little stunned with pleasure and did not have time to warn you. This will not happen again, I will only finish when you tell me. Especially in such a delicate situation as a blowjob.
Oksana nodded indulgently.
“Secondly, I want to say that you are beautiful. Oksana raised her eyebrows slightly. Your body is driving me crazy. Your firm ass... Your perfect breasts... Your slender legs...
I spoke with complete sincerity. For a week and a half without an orgasm, the beauty of my beloved opened up to me with new, dazzling facets. Oksana stretched one leg forward, and I interrupted my speech, starting to kiss her. For a while, my tongue was busy stroking her fingers. Then she gently took them out of my mouth and put her foot on my shoulder.
“Third, I humbly ask you to let me come, in whatever way my mistress deems appropriate.”
I even agreed to masturbate under her gaze, even though it was my least favorite way to come.
Oksana lowered her leg and pulled the chain hanging on me, forcing me to lean forward. Peas dug furiously into my knees, and clamps into my nipples, but I was absorbed in her gaze, waiting for her decision.
Oksana also leaned towards me and said warmly:
“Well, how can I refuse you?
There was a pause. My penis trembled and then Oksana suddenly answered:
- Yes I can! You don't finish today. But once will not be enough for me,” she added dreamily, spreading her legs. “Occupy your tongue with something more substantial than persuasion!”
I hid my disappointed face between her thighs and was already licking again when she added:
"It's all for your own good!" Believe me...