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"I'm going to fuck you to sleep, boy."
That was a promise that really made me smile. I was washing the dishes and cleaning the counters after dinner, and she had pushed her hands down into my shorts. They were COLD; she had been outside working on a project, and her fingers were like ice.
I got goosebumps, all over my body. She laughed, and rubbed her hands all over me, feeling the (relatively) massive bumps on my thighs and then arms.
"Finish up here then go get cleaned up," she said, and went into the living room to watch a little television.
"Yes, Abigail."
"Just call me when you're ready."
About 45 minutes later, blanket spread on the carpet next to our bed, I called her.
"Get in 2nd position, pet," she said.
Again, I acknowledged the command, and then knelt on the floor, and prostrated myself, head down, ass up. I was wearing The assless briefs I bought for our trip out to the local dungeon.
It was probably only five minutes that I waited, but it may have been ten. When she did come in and lock the door behind her, she didn't say anything, and I knew better than to look up at her. She likes to punish me for eyeballing her, and she's learned how to make it anything but, funishment.
She started with her blue beauty, a nice stiff riding crop. She started slow, just peppering my ass cheeks a few times each, then four or five times in a row. I squirmed and moaned, but just a little. Always seems to stop right when I don't think I can take any more. This time was no exception. She stopped, massaged my ass a little, and gave me a few taps before going into the bathroom.
I didn't try listening to her, so I could guess what was coming. I just said my mantra, and waited for her.
She came back in, and worked her way so she was standing over me, facing the opposite direction. She sat, gently, and put her full weight on my back, rubbing my ass with one hand. I felt her finger at my anus, and she pushed in a little lube, then followed that with the tip of my stretcher, the dildo with consecutively larger beads, with the base being just less than 2 inches in diameter. She didn't jam it in, but didn't take her time, either. In one smooth motion, it was buried up to the base. Just enough of my underwear hung over the base of it to hold it in place. Now she rubbed my ass with both hands, lifting one and giving me a hard smack with it every once in a while.
For the next ten minutes she played with me. Sometimes the crop, sometimes the leather flogger, and sometimes the paracord flogger, The Spider. She would sit on me and beat my ass, then get up and whip my back. She took time to pay attention to the tender area off the side of my ass cheeks. In all it was a relatively comprehensive beating, but not really arduous. The were enough caresses and teasing taps mixed in to make it more of a sine wave of pain.
"You ready to get fucked, my bear," she asked, suddenly standing up and stepping away.
"Yes, Abigail." I gave her the only appropriate response.
She took the time to cuff my hands together, then I heard her moving around some more, but focused internally, instead of on what she was doing. My whole body felt warm, and I loved the feeling of her dominance. I was in a bemused state, and not paying attention to where she was. So, when she pulled out the stretcher in my ass and slid her big silicone cock in my ass in one orchestrated action, it was sudden.
The initial command, the action of cleaning up (and out), the patient waiting, the beating; they all added up to a beautiful feeling of being loved and desired, of being the object of her love and affection, and the punctuation was this, her taking me quickly and at her pace. I LOVE being able to let her just push in when she wants, and fuck me as hard as she can.
And that is just what she did. At first, she was crouched over me, hands holding on to the waist of my underwear, pulling herself in and pushing herself out. She did this for quite some time, and then I asked her to bury herself in me. I needed relief. It is like a different kind of sensation than any other in my experience. It is pleasurable, but in a way alien to someone uninitiated. The power, love and trust of our union was so strong, and the physical sensation so remarkable, that I needed a break, but I didn't want her to pull out. She granted my request, and buried herself in me, and lay down on top of me. I settled my body down a little, so my ass came forward and my chest was on the ground. She caressed me and whispered filthy things into my ear. How I was such a slut, and how much I clearly loved taking cock. Then she started sliding back and forth on top of me, fucking me with near full body contact. It was amazing, and magnified so many sensations for me. For one, this action directly caused the tip of her cock to bump across my prostate, and I got goosebumps again, and moaned. She covered my mouth with one hand (We were not alone in the house) and with the other reached down and played with one of my nipples.
This magnified the feeling tenfold, and I pushed my chest off the ground to give her better access. She uncovered my mouth and reached under me to grab the other nipple, and then slid back and forth on my back, fucking me quite hard. Her feet were pressed into mine at this point, and after a while, I took the initiative to use my body to help move her back and forth. This clearly met with her approval; she didn't tell me to stop, and if anything, fucked me HARDER. She was sliding at least 5 inches out of me before slamming back in, all while tweaking my pierced nipples. I was fighting as hard as I could to keep quiet, not wanting to break this amazing rhythm, but the moans eventually came. She kept at it for a little while, but then just slid back and stood up, popping out of me. I collapsed back onto the blanket, my senses overloaded.
She asked if I wanted to ride her, or get fucked some more, and I asked for more fucking, and she obliged. Somewhere in the process, she did use The Spider on my back as she fucked me; the mixture of pain, pleasure, and submission was sublime, and I think it was then. But after she was done, she dismounted, pulling out suddenly again, then stood and pulled up on my cuffs, signalling that I should get up. I did so, thinking I would ride her now, straddling her lap with her cock in my ass, but she had put the big gray pillow in the middle of the bed and spread a towel over it. I knew what that was for.
There was a short break as she made me strip out of my shorts, a surprisingly difficult maneuver when my wrists are cuffed, but I managed it. Then I got on the bed and lay down over the pillow. This gave her the most leverage, and we spent quite some time with her fucking me hard, again. And the constant attention to my nipples and their rings was sublime. When she promised to fuck me to sleep, she meant it. She finished this part by approaching me at an angle, kneeling, sliding her cock into me. I was able to wrap both my legs around one of hers, and she pulled me on and off of her cock, fucking me in slow but forceful strokes. I love the slapping sound as she comes home. She was relatively quiet at this point, not really talking dirty.
She was saving it, apparently. For when she was done riding me, she slid up to the top of the bed and had me pull off the pillow. Then she just pointed at her lap, telling me to apply more lube and then get on.
"Yes, Abigail," I replied, and complied.
I did not have a hands free orgasm, but it felt like I was going to almost from the start. For the ten minutes that I rode her, I was pretty much on the edge of an explosive orgasm. She was gently rubbing my nipples, and let loose with a constant stream of dirty promises. The next time she took me out, she would just chain me to a fucking bench and walk away, leaving a sign telling people to have at my ass. She described how they would fuck my ass, then come in my mouth, over and over. The imagery was intense, and she described the places we had already been, benches she had already tied me to and beaten me on.
I was one big erogenous zone. Everything felt amazing.
In the end, I asked if I could use my hand, and she un-cuffed me and encouraged me. It only took me thirty seconds, and I never actually got an erection, but I exploded all over her belly, up onto her bra.
Her laughter, her joy and sense of power, are so precious, that I remember them distinctly even though I am right in the middle of a mind bending orgasm.
Of course, I cleaned up after, and then she chained me to the bed. She had, indeed, fucked me to sleep. The next day, while I was in a meeting at work, she messaged me: "I could make money off you, my bear. Your ass would be a thing of legends." I laughed out loud, which was awkward, but the other dozen people in the meeting would certainly have a reaction if they knew what she had sent me, and what it was about.