[alwaysbeannie]

Stories involve kink, erotic, or BDSM material

My stories will generally come with a link for music because I'm a sucker for sensory overload, and good story deserves a soundtrack

Act 1
Punishment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFykqOXnZlg


“What did you say?” I may have just regretted the last thing I said to her. Defying her three times in one night might have pushed her too far. Playfully teasing is one thing but telling her “no” may get me punished beyond belief. She knows my acts of defiance are nothing but foreplay for us but I needed to know how far she was willing to go. Trying not to let her heated look shake my resolve I pulled away from her. I got all but two steps away before she grabbed me from behind and pulled me back to her. She had a strangle hold around my midsection with the other hand around my neck. “tsk, tsk, tsk Baby girl” Her breathing was already labored and her silence was scarier than her hold. I knew that her taking this much time meant she had much in store for me. In one quick motion she swung me around to face her. “Look at me...” I knew better than to ignore another command from her again. Our gaze was unwavering and intense. In a single motion she ripped open my blouse sending buttons scattering about the room. “Don’t …move…” Walking away from me I heard her move towards the kitchen. The unmistakable sound of a knife being removed made me catch my breath; she has never used a knife on me before. On the outside I stood unwavering and ready to accept anything. On the inside I was torn between fear and the sweetest pleasure imaginable that awaited me. She kicked away the remains of my blouse and examined my body before her. I was left in only a bra, panties, and a lot of exposed flesh. She slowly circled around me leaning in closely to whisper in my ear, “You pushed too far Baby.” With that she placed a blindfold over my eyes blocking any chance I had to anticipate her moves. The lack of sight sent every cell in my body into overdrive.

The first touch of the knife was swift as it cut away at the remaining clothes on my body. Protesting for my favorite lingerie would be useless now. Without any protection I knew she was going for my flesh next. She traced a line down my neck descending lower to my breasts. I inhaled deeply as she put the flat of the cold knife against my nipple, and then slowly turning it until the blade was against me. When she applied pressure I felt a twinge of pain where she left a superficial cut. Her tongue licking away what little blood the knife left behind. Just as a wave of pleasure came across me I let out a moan and she seized my moment of weakness to put the knife against my inner thighs. “Open your legs.” With her hand so close to my core I would do anything to keep her there. While still gripping the knife she inserted her fingers inside my swollen cunt. Instinctively, I began to move against them, not caring what the knife did to me. In almost a mocking way she said, “Awe baby, you’re so ready but it will be a very long time before I allow you to come.” Her fingers were gone as quickly as they entered, part of me wanted to cry out but I knew I only brought this torture on myself. She pressed the knife into my shoulder pushing me down on to my hands and knees. She must have seen the hint of a smile on my face because I thought for sure this would be like the many other times I would be allowed to pleasure her as part of my penance. “You can wipe that shit eating grin off your face….This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.” Then it hit me, she wasn’t going to let me touch her at all. My head sagged as I came to the true realization of my punishment. I wanted to cry and take it all back but it was too late.

A swift smack of her riding crop against my ass soon redirected my focus. The first dozen swats were just a warm up for her. She stopped and traced her handy work, letting the crop barely touch my now sensitive skin. As the second round came and went the intensity in her strikes became stronger. She pushed the crop in between my legs, just grazing my clit. I was already so close to coming I didn’t know if I had the strength to hold on. I begged her, “...please...” Which only strengthened her resolve as she yanked my head back by my hair, “NO…. get on the bed.” Disoriented and unable to see, I crawled up on the bed while she proceeded to restrain my hands and legs against the bed post. I hissed, unprepared for the wax she dripped over my chest causing me to arch against the pain and heat, I had nowhere to go. The restraints began to cut into my skin only making me struggle against them more. A small part of me wanted to escape but the part that wanted all of this to begin with couldn’t get enough. The pattern she took is one she would normally use with her mouth or hands; instead the wax played that part. She weaved it in and out of every sensitive part of my body until the wax started to pool and run down, leaving molten streaks. “Please…I promise to be a good girl” I begged. “No...” her voice was strained; I couldn’t tell if it was pain or desire that I heard.

I felt the weight of her as the bed shifted between my legs. Staying true to her word she wasn’t going to touch me till my lesson was learned. The tip of her cock hovered just outside the range of my hips. The feel of her lightly brushing it against the folds of my pussy was almost maddening. “Daddi please, I can’t take it anymore I need all of you.” She took no notice to my plight. I was so overrun with slick hot juices that she began to dip the tip of her cock into it and paint brushstrokes along my folds just past the point of where I wanted her, until she came to rest at the entrance. “Now before I give you what you want we are going to have to come to an understanding. Are you listening?” She slowly gave me an inch and pulled back out. “YES!” “Are you going to ever tell me No again?” Still she gave me just enough of her to drive me crazy but not enough to take me over the edge. Knowing that even answering a question with a No may prolong my need to have her inside me, I just shook my head. “Good girl” In a single thrust my body took the full brunt of her. But I wasn’t the only one to cry out. She needed a release as much as I did. Gripping her hands at my hips I could feel the crescents of her nails digging into the flesh of my backside as she took out all of her frustrations on me. Sounds of our heavy breathing, moans, and flesh hitting were so intoxicating my mind began to spin. “Please Daddi let me come for you.” The idea of her watching me bound and blind before her while she drove her cock in and out of me was sending me to the edge of insanity. As her strokes became more intense, I knew she was close as well “Come for me love.” After hearing those words I let go of all the control I had holding back my release. Instantly, rolling waves of an orgasm washed over me as I screamed her name. “That’s right baby girl.” With that, her strokes escalated into a fever pitch which ushered in her own immense climax. Collapsing on top of me I could feel her shutter from the intensity and I longed to hold her. After what seemed like an eternity she reached up to remove my blindfold. In her eyes I could see a slight fear that she had taken me too far, but I gave her a reassuring look that I was more than fine. And she smiled knowing I would say no again… another day.