The Chalet
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The damn thing was just as uncomfortable being removed as it had been going in. I think I may have cut off the blood circulation to his ankles at one point, I grabbed his leg so tightly.
When it was out, I lay panting across his lap with him stroking my hair. “Good job, my lovely. Next time you’ll make sure you prepare yourself, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Damn straight I would.
“Five more to go,” he said. “I think I’ll let you choose how you’ll get them. You can either stay over my knees and suck my cock in thanks after or you can bend across the bed, but I’ll spank your pussy with the strap for the last two.”
Six months ago, I wouldn’t even have considered it. Spank me there? With a strap? No, thank you! But he’d spent time working me gradually and now, while it hurt initially, the sharp wave of pleasure made it worthwhile. So it was tempting . . .
“I’ll stay across your knees, Master,” I answered.
“Very well,” he said. “Kneel on the floor and tell me why.”
It was, I swear, his new favorite thing to do, asking me to tell him why. I’d questioned him on it when he first started. His response was that it gave him insight into how and what I was thinking and also helped him know what I did and didn’t like.
I slipped from his lap and knelt by his feet. Since he asked for a reply, I knew he wanted me to look at him while I answered.
“I don’t like being over your knees, but I love having you in my mouth, so based on those two items alone, it’s a wash.”
He nodded. “Thoughts on option two?”
“You know I prefer to be over the bed, and I’ve come to like it when you take a strap to me that way.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s why I thought you’d go for the second option.”
“But,” I continued. “You also told me not to come before you gave permission or else I wouldn’t come for a long time.”
“Ah, I see.” He stroked my hair. “You were afraid you might come from the strap?”
I nodded.
“Wise decision,” he said. “Well thought-out with all options considered. And you did an excellent job of explaining your thought process to me. I think we’ve both made a lot of progress during the last few months.”
It always made me feel warm all over when I pleased him. “I think so, too, Master.”
He picked up the strap. “Come here and let’s finish that spanking.”
While I used to be frightened of the strap, as long as he wasn’t using it for punishment, I wasn’t anymore. I’d learned he knew how to wield it to bring pain-laced pleasure as well as plain pain. I went back across his lap knowing only pleasure awaited me.
I was correct. The last five strokes, when combined with his expert fingers, brought the sharp pleasure I craved. I was panting with need when he finished the last one.
He kept me on his lap for a few minutes, rubbing a soothing cream over my sore flesh and telling me how much he enjoyed me and how he’d missed this time between us. When he finally told me to thank him with my mouth, I ached to have him in me in any way possible.
I figured he wouldn’t finish in my mouth since he’d been so insistent about anal sex. As such, I took my time, undoing his pants and stripping him out of them. I palmed his balls and cupped him gently before ever so slowly taking him in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, mimicking the way he’d teased my clit. And when I deep throated him, he sucked in a breath. After that, he kept his hands in my hair, ensuring I didn’t take him too deeply. I assumed he was afraid if I deep throated him again, he might come.
My suspicions were confirmed when, moments later, he pulled back and commanded me to bend across the bed.
“Missed this ass,” he said, giving me a playful swat. “I’m never going two and a half months without taking it again. Hold yourself open.”
I did as he asked, allowing him the room to prepare me. He’d brought the warming lube and I sighed as he spread it over and inside me.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. I’ve missed you taking me.”
Unlike times past, he didn’t use his fingers first. As soon as he finished with the lube, his slick cock was pressing against me. I tensed my muscles.
One of his fingers played with my clit. “Relax, my lovely.”
“Sorry, Master.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master. Please don’t stop.”
“I need you to relax. This might be for my pleasure, but I don’t want you hurt.”
When it was out, I lay panting across his lap with him stroking my hair. “Good job, my lovely. Next time you’ll make sure you prepare yourself, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Damn straight I would.
“Five more to go,” he said. “I think I’ll let you choose how you’ll get them. You can either stay over my knees and suck my cock in thanks after or you can bend across the bed, but I’ll spank your pussy with the strap for the last two.”
Six months ago, I wouldn’t even have considered it. Spank me there? With a strap? No, thank you! But he’d spent time working me gradually and now, while it hurt initially, the sharp wave of pleasure made it worthwhile. So it was tempting . . .
“I’ll stay across your knees, Master,” I answered.
“Very well,” he said. “Kneel on the floor and tell me why.”
It was, I swear, his new favorite thing to do, asking me to tell him why. I’d questioned him on it when he first started. His response was that it gave him insight into how and what I was thinking and also helped him know what I did and didn’t like.
I slipped from his lap and knelt by his feet. Since he asked for a reply, I knew he wanted me to look at him while I answered.
“I don’t like being over your knees, but I love having you in my mouth, so based on those two items alone, it’s a wash.”
He nodded. “Thoughts on option two?”
“You know I prefer to be over the bed, and I’ve come to like it when you take a strap to me that way.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s why I thought you’d go for the second option.”
“But,” I continued. “You also told me not to come before you gave permission or else I wouldn’t come for a long time.”
“Ah, I see.” He stroked my hair. “You were afraid you might come from the strap?”
I nodded.
“Wise decision,” he said. “Well thought-out with all options considered. And you did an excellent job of explaining your thought process to me. I think we’ve both made a lot of progress during the last few months.”
It always made me feel warm all over when I pleased him. “I think so, too, Master.”
He picked up the strap. “Come here and let’s finish that spanking.”
While I used to be frightened of the strap, as long as he wasn’t using it for punishment, I wasn’t anymore. I’d learned he knew how to wield it to bring pain-laced pleasure as well as plain pain. I went back across his lap knowing only pleasure awaited me.
I was correct. The last five strokes, when combined with his expert fingers, brought the sharp pleasure I craved. I was panting with need when he finished the last one.
He kept me on his lap for a few minutes, rubbing a soothing cream over my sore flesh and telling me how much he enjoyed me and how he’d missed this time between us. When he finally told me to thank him with my mouth, I ached to have him in me in any way possible.
I figured he wouldn’t finish in my mouth since he’d been so insistent about anal sex. As such, I took my time, undoing his pants and stripping him out of them. I palmed his balls and cupped him gently before ever so slowly taking him in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, mimicking the way he’d teased my clit. And when I deep throated him, he sucked in a breath. After that, he kept his hands in my hair, ensuring I didn’t take him too deeply. I assumed he was afraid if I deep throated him again, he might come.
My suspicions were confirmed when, moments later, he pulled back and commanded me to bend across the bed.
“Missed this ass,” he said, giving me a playful swat. “I’m never going two and a half months without taking it again. Hold yourself open.”
I did as he asked, allowing him the room to prepare me. He’d brought the warming lube and I sighed as he spread it over and inside me.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. I’ve missed you taking me.”
Unlike times past, he didn’t use his fingers first. As soon as he finished with the lube, his slick cock was pressing against me. I tensed my muscles.
One of his fingers played with my clit. “Relax, my lovely.”
“Sorry, Master.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master. Please don’t stop.”
“I need you to relax. This might be for my pleasure, but I don’t want you hurt.”
