Of Furtive Fancies (Closed for Armphid)

[Armphid]

Another man might have felt, wisely so, trepidation at the time it took her to respond. For Jamie though it was an affirmation. Though they both wanted this, neither were going to risk the core of their relationship for it. They were too important to each other for it not to be a matter of some thought.

His breath caught in his throat with a choking gasp as she jerked the leash to put him down on all fours. He blinked in surprise while his mind caught up to what she was saying. His heart was pounding in his chest even with the trust he had in her. This was something he'd fantasized about too. But as with everything else it was also a point of no return.

Jamie would have watched her face and eyes go indicate he was listening but she had instructed him not to. He swallowed at the feel of that fetish boot on his skin, her foot perched on his shoulder. As she asked for his understanding, he licked his lips and nodded, "Yes, Lady."

He turned his head so he could kiss the boot on his shoulder and then kowtowed to kiss her other boot. "I am yours, Lady, and I am useless without your guidance. Use me." What was the next part? "Make me, no!" Shit, that wasn't right. "Mold me into your perfect toy so I may please you, always."

 

[grdybiwife]

Erin slowly shook her head, a smirk played at her lips as she clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. "Tsk tsk tsk bitchboy," she said as she pressed the point of her heel into his shoulder, but not too hard. Just enough pressure so that Jamie knew she meant business. "And I was sooo hoping you might get it right. All those years of school...all that advanced math...means absolutely nothing now. Under the heel of a woman who barely finished high school. So I guess that means it's your ass then," she added with a grin as she stood up.

Erin looped the leash around the bedpost with practiced precision and left the room without a word. A quick glance at the dresser, she realized she'd forgotten two very important pieces of equipment. Her laptop and the camera remote. It took her less than a minute to get to her office, but she took her time pairing her computer to the camera to use as a video monitor. While she searched for the remote though, Erin couldn't help her eyes lingering on the screen. The sight of her once sexually repressed boyfriend, collared and leashed, dressed up like a cheap whore with his ass up in the air had stirred her up more than she could have imagined and it shocked her a little.

Whenever she played Domme on camera, it was more like a job. Going through the motions to please her fans. It wasn't about a turn-on for her, or even fulfilling the desires of her client, but the amount of views she would accumulate from a quality "amateur" showcase. She barely had any physical reaction to her on-screen play, but now watching Jamie, and his submission, Erin's lithe thighs were slick with her excitement. Her nipples were hard as rocks, hard enough to press though the heavy vinyl of her dress.

Once back in the room, Erin took a moment to admire him. His hardness barely contained in those satin panties. The garter straps cutting into his ass. It was all hotter than she could have ever imagined.

With the computer set up on the dresser, Erin tucked the remote in between her breasts and scooped up the medium sized plug. "Time to pay the piper," she said with a chuckle as she yanked his panties down to expose his bare ass. Erin rest the the plug on his back to free her hands to prepare his tight backdoor. With one cheek in her hand, Erin spread him open and squirted a generous amount of lube down his crack before pushing first one then another finger up his ass. "Mmmm you're loosening up already...like a good little slutboy. You still aren't ready for my cock yet, but don't you worry pretty boy. I know just how to turn a bitchboy ass into a cunt primed for fucking."

All the while she spoke, Erin worked her fingers into Jamie's ass, occasionally pouring more lube ass she went until she was satisfied that he was ready for his first plugging of the night. "Take a deep breath," she said, her tone more gentle than it had been since Jamie walked into the room that night. With her free hand, she took up the plug again and positioned it for entry. "This is going to hurt," she said with a grin, back in command before she shoved the plug into his barely slack ass. All 6 inches, down to the base, in one hard push. Erin wiped her hands on his stockings before she stepped away again to grab the paddle and her handheld camera.

"Now for your punishment," she said as she ran the curved edge of the paddle up his thigh. "Minor infractions earn you three swats to each cheek, and you'll thank me after each blow. Do you understand me bitch?"

She didn't wait for his response before she began raining down powerful blows, with a pause between each. "Now tell me who you are," she demanded when she was done.

 

[Armphid]

He grimaced at her chiding him and the way her heel dug into his shoulder. Erin was not playing around and that demonstrated it clearly. Her chiding words were also teasing and he wondered if she really had wanted him to get it right. Moot, either way. He shivered at her casual dismissal of his education, her assertion of her superiority.

God, why was that so hot? Also was he supposed to respond? She hadn't asked him to...better keep his mouth shut until more clearly prompted. Right?

She left and he waited. And waited. It felt strange and oddly a little...frightening to be left here so exposed and vulnerable. Yet he knew he could move and change things if he wished. The least was just looped around the bedpost and he could simply reach up and undo it. There was a temptation to do so; he did feel exposed but also a little silly on his hands and knees, collared and leashed, wearing panties and stockings like some boy whore. But those all excited as much as concerned. So he simply shivered and waited. He was starting to feel tense, not quite anxious but something similar, anticipating...something to happen.

Yet it didn't. He heard her return after what felt like it must have been a half hour, though it was probably not even five minutes. She was doing something but ignoring him. He started to sigh but caught himself. That probably would not be respectful. Right now, she was his Lady. His time was hers and hers to use as she wanted. That anticipatory tension had grown and continued to as he wanted on all fours like a good boy, or so he hoped. It was masterful, what she was doing. He could acknowledge and admire it even as he increasingly felt a want, a need, for something to happen.

When she approached him, his pulse quickened and his breathing caught for a moment. Then he gasped as she yanked his panties down and he felt something cool and plastic on his back. What was-"Ahh!" The cold lube was a shock and he almost jerked away as it squirted onto his rosebud and his hole. There was almost no pause before a questing finger pushed inside of him, "UHhh, ohhh," he moaned before biting his lower lip. He wasn't supposed to speak, right? Although did this count as being spoken to?

His toes curled and uncurled as she worked his ass with her practiced fingers, lubing him and opening him. His fingers did their best to clutch at the floor as she violated him with her fingers to prepare him for the true violations yet to come. It was awkward, uncomfortable, glorious, sinful, delicious. He could hear his own breathing getting more ragged at first and then slowly steadying.

Until she told him to take a deep breath. Oh, God. Oh, shit! He filled his lungs but then the air blasted out of him as something that felt like a two liter bottle was rammed mercilessly into his ass in one hard, relentless push. "GAHH! Uhh, fu-fuck," he whimpered. He trembled in place at the feeling of the hard plastic spreading him open and sinking into him. He knew whatever it was wasn't actually that big; it was probably the smallest butt plug. But coming out of nowhere and all at once, fuck! It stung and burned and his heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest. His eyes stung as well as tears welled.

Then came his punishment. He forced himself to focus on her and opened his mouth to give his understanding, only to have the first blow rob him of the words. "Ye-ooww! TH-thank you, Lady," he managed. Thank her, she'd said. Don't forget now! "Thank you, Lady," he said after the next blow. They cracked and stung on their own but also pressed his flesh against the unyielding invader in his insides; the strangest sensation he'd ever felt. "Thank you, Lady!" She paused between each strike to give him time to speak and also to let him feel the full sting of the pain. Masterful. "Thank you, Lady! Thank you, Lady! Ahh-hH! Thank you, Lady!"

After she paused and demanded he speak, he nodded. His arms and legs trembled visibly, unused to the position but also from the barrage of sensation. God, despite it all his cock was still rock hard! "I-I am yours, Lady, and I am useless without your guidance. Use me." He licked his lips, tasting a bit of saltiness, not having realized a few tears had snaked down his cheeks. Somehow that made it all the more wicked and wonderful. "Mold me into your perfect toy so I may please you, always."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Mmmm that's my good boy," Erin said with a grin and ran her hand over his now bright red ass. He would definitely be sore in the morning, no matter how diligent she was about after-care. She took a few steps back to capture a close-up of him spread out and plugged, biting her lip to keep from voicing her genuine approval at the sight before she turned off the hand held camera and set it on the nightstand. The paddle, she tucked into the harness at her hips, forcing her fake cock free to bounce around before her. Erin made a show of stroking as she came around to Jamie's side to reclaim the leash from the bedpost, again winding it around her fist for minimal slack, before she set his panties back into place with a hard snap.

"Now you should understand I mean business," she said as she moved to stand before him between his head and the bed, her legs spread wide making her fake cut jut out before her. "But I'll be honest with you pretty boy, I don't like to punish but it's necessary for you to understand that I keep my word." With that, Erin reached down to grab his collar with her free hand, bringing Jamie up to kneeling.

That's when she noticed the tear streaks on his otherwise handsome face, but he hadn't asked her to stop. Nor had he uttered his safe word, but still she loved him and couldn't keep herself from leaning down to kiss his cheeks. "You're doing great," she whispered, her lips brushing against his before she kissed him gently. "I love you," she said with a grin as he stood again.

When Erin set her feet, the sweet smile was gone, replaced by a look of indifference and contempt as she looked down her nose at him. She made a show of stroking the fake cock a moment before giving Jamie a not so gentle slap across the lips with it. "I know you want it in that slut mouth, cocksucker, but I want us to have a talk first. Well, mostly I'm going to talk...I might you get a few words in but..."

Erin trailed off with a shrug as she let loose the leash's slack enough so she could step over it and turn her back to him. She spread her knees, balancing against the edge of the bed before she gave the leash a quick tug as she squatted down, filling Jamie's gaze with her ass. She looked down at him over her shoulder, smirking a little as she said, "Did you like watching me get your boss's cock today? Did you watching me on my knees for him...taking his big black cock in all three of my holes? You had a pretty good view down there didn't you bitchboy. How'd you like watching me get filled to the brim by another man? I know you loved cleaning up the mess," she said laughing again as she pressed her ass back to rest against his face, all the while pulling on the leash so his face was smothered between her cheeks. "Who knew being full of another man's cum would make you a better cunt eater," she asked with a snort, releasing him. Only to spin around and rest the tip of her strap-on against his lips. "Tell me the truth bitchboy," she said with nod, indicating that he should speak.

But as soon as he open his mouth, Erin shoved her hips forward, forcing her thick strap between his parted lips. "I don't give a shit what you think bitch," she said with a chuckle and grabbed a fistful of his hair as she slowly began feeding him her cock. "I already told you, you don't do that anymore. Remember? All you are is a couple of holes to fill," she said, giving his hair a hard tug before she began a slow fucking of her boyfriend's face.

"Be a good little bitch and get this cock good and sloppy...or don't," she said with a shrug as she began to build her pace and deepen her strokes. "Your ass is next and I don't plan on using anymore lube tonight," she added with a smirk and gave him a little slap.

 

[Armphid]

Yes, he knee she meant business, all right. His ass sang pain from inside and out, though both were lessening to more of a muted sting. He'd feel just how much she meant it whenever he sat down for the next day at least! The plug in his ass was doing it's job; bulging and stretching his ass. It was becoming not painful but uncomfortable and even that had an undertone of sinful pleasure.

He let out a choked gasp when she pulled him to his knees by the collar. It only choked a little but making the sound felt...right? Perhaps appropriate was a better word. Another acknowledgement of her control. The look of surprise on her face made him feel a bit guilty. He did not want her to doubt or regret this. He almost opened his mouth to speak, to tell her it was just an autonomous response, but then she was close. He breathed in her smell as Erin, not Lady, praised him. He whispered back, "I know."

When she straightened, she was Lady again. Her face was haughty and dismissive. Her faux dick smacked his lips, stinging and mashing them against his teeth as he winced. His lips plumped, slightly swelling as she said they'd have a talk. He blinked in surprise as she turned around but licked his lips as her ass filled his vision. God, he loved everything about Erin but he couldn't deny how much he loved her body. Her tits, her legs, those plush lips, and damn, her ass. He was more of a breast man than an ass man but Erin's was perfection. Jamie stared and then shivered as she started to talk. Oh my God. His cock throbbed and jumped in his panties.

He could see it in his mind's eye, remember the look and feel. God. The sight of that huge black dick violating his beloved girlfriend's pussy; stretching her and wrecking her. The smell on her cunt and Carl's manly musk mixing. His face being spattered by her juices and Carl's ball sweat. Hearing her gasp, moan, cry out as she was fucked limp by the powerful.alpha male. Jamie wanted to touch his own cock now; the memories were so strong, so sexy. And the Erin teased and taunted him made it all more so somehow. Then she pulled the leash and a startled choke was then muffled as she mashed her ass into his face. He couldn't breathe anything but the nutty smell of her asshole as she ground it against him. Before he realized it, his tongue was out of his mouth, doing his best to lick her ass as she smothered him. It lasted only a few moments before she spun around and sneered down at him, her nod indicating he should answer this time. Good! He wanted in on this dirty talk too!

But his words became a coughing gag, his eyes widening and bulging as she rammed her strap-on into his mouth the instant his lips parted. Fuck! His cry of surprise was a muted gurgle as she pushed more into him. She took hold of his hair and began to fuck his face, slow at first but building her speed. God! The way she took him! Claimed him! It was brutally, deliciously hot. Oh, and the expression on her face was the capstone!

He flinched and moaned at her slap, his lips sealing around the surprisingly authentic feeling strap on. Jamie began to suck her fake cock with eager fervor. In no small part to hope he could lube it enough not to destroy his insides. His tongue lashed and licked it and he did all he could to wet it. Spit bubbled and dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin as he gave the messiest blowjob he could. His eyes looked up at her at her for a moment, full of desire, awe, anxiety, trust, and more before he remembered his place and averted his gaze from her face. He gagged when she went deep, his throat spasming helplessly around the synthetic intruder.

 

[grdybiwife]

"That's it slutboy...just like that...take it all down," Erin praised, though her eyes weren't on him at the moment. She was focused on the monitor as she zoomed in with the remote for a tight shot of his mouth as her hips thrusts against his lips. Her other hand was busy in his hair, pulling a fistful at the root to keep him in place. Even though she doubted he wanted to be anywhere else but on his knees before her.

When she was satisfied with the new camera angle, Erin tucked the remote back into her cleavage and focused her attention on the willing slut before her. Both hands came to the side of his head and gripped his ears as she redoubled her efforts with her strap. The straps of her harness were coated with her own juices and she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her senseless, but now wasn't the time. She had her turn earlier. A smile came to her lips as the memory of Carl's Domination flashed in her mind, but only for a moment. She had to remain present for Jamie, her own private slutboy.

"Alright that's enough fucking around," she said with a sneer as she yanked him off, eliciting a hard gag from deep in his gut. "You did good bitch...not sure how long it'll last but you made me proud," she added with a another hard slap to his face, but Erin soften it with a kiss to his forehead.

It was all a ploy though, to distract him from the fact that she was grabbing his collar. "Alright bitchboy let's turn that ass into a proper cunt," she said with grin as she yanked him towards the bed. "On your back now, slut. I want that ass on the edge of the bed. Hands on the back of your knees. Spread out like the cheap cockwhore you are."

 

[Armphid]

Jamie moaned and whimpered; well, as best he could with a big fake dick in his mouth. And when it wasn't making him gag. His face was a mess from the spit slipping out if his mouth from the messy blowjob and the now drying channels tears had made on his cheeks. His scalp stung where she was pulling his hair and it sent tingling delight down to his own rod in electric pulses of submissive joy. It wasn't like he'd never imagined something like this. But he hadn't realized how it would feel. There was no direct physical pleasure but his mind and spirit sang as his clever, dirty, beautiful girlfriend made him her bitch.

His eyes began to water again when took his head in both hands and began to fuck him in earnest. This was so different that what he'd had before, from either the glory holes or Alvin. It was both more and less personal; Erin's hands and dick connected them but her dominance and ownership set them apart. It was an alluring juxtaposition that he might have to think about she wasn't turning him into a fuckmeat bitchboy.

God, he loved her.

He let out a few weak coughs after the guttural gag when she abruptly withdrew. Her slap jerked his head to the side and his ears rang, his jaw working, the kiss managing to be sweet while utterly confusing his body. "Ggkk!" Jamie choked as she yanked him towards the bed by the collar, stumbling against it. His knees protested as he rose to climb onto their bed, unused to supporting him for so long. His mouth was oddly dry and his heart thumped hard in his chest as he rolled into his back and wiggled to the edge of the bed. The swell of his ass was perched on it, the lower half of his buttocks in air. He took a breath and lifted his legs. He shivered as his hands touched the silky stockings, taking hold of his knees and pulling them back and apart. The straps of the stockings dug into him as he followed her orders, laying spread as wide as could go like a trained whore.

 

[grdybiwife]

Erin couldn't hold her grin as she watched her nerdy boyfriend turned greedy cockslut assume the position she demanded. He didn't even question it, so deep in his submission, and she loved every moment. So much so that she was beginning to question her own resolve. Her body was on fire and he hadn't even touched her yet, granted she hadn't let him but that wasn't the point. Erin had been playing Domme for years now and never had she been so turned on by a sub, no matter their gender.

As soon as he was on his back though, Erin resumed her posture of superiority. Out came the handheld camera for a few close ups of Jamie all spread out like Z-list porn star. "Mmmm this little sluthole looks good and ready to be filled," she said with a chuckle then gave the base of the plug a hard jab with the paddle handle then quickly zoomed into get a reaction shot. "Don't worry bitchboy," she said with a predatory grin. "Mama's gonna take care good care of you."

With that, Erin set the camera down and moved to adjust the angle of the still camera all the while her fake cock bouncing against her thighs. She angled it downward so as not to miss a stroke, or the moment Jamie exploded from getting plowed by his girlfriend. She wanted to get it all and cut it together with the same professional quality that she used to produce the videos on her site. Jamie deserved that much effort, not only because she loved him but because he was a good little bitch.

He also deserved a little extra lube but Erin handled that discreetly as she eased the plug out of him, using his grunt to cover the sound her squirting a line of the water-based gel down the length of her fake cock. "Get ready bitch. I'm not going to take it easy on you like Alvin did?"

 

[Armphid]

Jamie's heart pounded as he lay there, waiting for her to use him further. He expected the tension to wane as he waited but it only grew. Anticipation. Anxiety. Eagerness. He licked his suddenly dry lips as she moved the camera over him; he'd forgotten she was filming somehow. How had that slipped his mind?

Then she nudged the base of the plug with the paddle and the thought squirted out of his mind as he gasped, eyes going wide as both pleasure and discomfort spiked inside him. The plug seemed to push deeper and wobble and then steady again. His chest rose and fell, his breathing having picked up. He bit his lip to keep from speaking as she crooned about how she'd take care of him.

God damn. Just God damn. She was so amazing.

He closed his eyes, trying to center himself, to steady his breathing as she affixed the camera. He knew he had to relax. And he wanted this too. Remember that. He wanted her to claim him; to make him hers in this way. He felt her hand on the plug and then shuddered, unable to keep from groaning as the worked it carefully out of him. Despite all her words, all the play, he knew she was taking care of him.

Jamie opened his eyes and looked up at her, avoiding looking at her face as she'd instructed. He just...he wanted to make sure she saw his face when she entered him.