With my sex toy properly positioned, I then stepped around and adjusted a large, three panel mirror in front of her. “Now pet,” I said in a low, calm voice, “I need and want to be able to see your face. It is important that I see your face, your emotion. Now remember, I am going to go slow, and teach you as I please you, Hmm?” Seeing my pet nod, I could also see that she was both excited and focused, exactly as I had hoped. First, I simply ran my fingers along her back, the edges of the ropes, across her incredible ass, and ju-u-ust to the edge of her sex, giving her little ‘pecks’ and telling her how pretty she was. Having done this for a time, I next flattened my hands, and began to ‘rub’ her body in the same areas. At her shoulder blades, I gave little ‘bumps’ with my flattened hands, saying things like “this is a good spot…here is another” and so on. Working my way to her ass, I did the same, reminding her, “Relax into me, pet, relax. Let yourself flow.” She nodded and partly closed her eyes, allowing it to happen. I repeated this, then, I picked up the small round leather paddle.
Annalise really enjoyed what was happening. His light touch and fingernails tickled just a bit, arousing her, and when he switched to rubbing her, showing her places he intended to ‘use’, she felt oddly calm about it. Afterall, He was talking about spanking her. However, this “link” that Robert Barnes had been building was now working well. The ropes, along with his slow pace, and as always, that look, all let her know that every bit of this this was about pleasure. Already, Annalise could feel herself beginning to drift. It was like she was floating. Now she felt the leather paddle as it moved similar to His hands. She looked at Him in the mirror, smiled, and nodded. She felt the leather lightly strike her skin, as she drifted into her own personal space.
I smiled as I knew that my sex toy was getting there. The paddle was being used to first lightly ‘rub’ the paddle in circles on her back, upper thighs, and ass. I would lightly ‘tap’ Annalise, not unlike someone tapping you on the shoulder. Even so, my pet was starting to ‘pant’, meaning it was more mental than physical. PERFECT. With my freehand, I hand it on her shoulder, holding her in place, but I move that down to the rope. There were two coils a bit looser that allowed me to grasp, and her to feel, and I increased the intensity of each ‘spank,’ as most were now on her ass. She was panting a bit harder, and making some whimper noises too.
Annalise was in a drifting, faraway place. The massage-like ‘bumps’ were increasing a bit, and she liked it. She was in her own world, and now, her Dominator was squeezing her breast as he struck her. ‘Oh Gah-…’ she moaned. Annalise was loving this total concentration on her body. She was in subspace now, and did not want it to end. Suddenly, a very hard strike across her bottom! She yelped and jumped, but the rope held her in place. Now the paddle was striking her lightly again, and she understood. The hard strike brought her back down, then the soft allowed her to drift again. He was controlling her subspace. It made her incredibly wet, and she was moaning as waited for the next strike.
I now slowed, stopped, and placed the paddle on the bed. Taking her panties, I adjust them, and kissing my pet’s bright pink ass, I slid my fingers down, lifted her leg, then the other. Pulling the up slowly, I fitted her panties back on her body. Why, you ask? I took a moment, and held my et, telling her how well she was doing, then, I picked up the egg vibrator that was on a cord. With one hand, I stroked her mound thru the panties, and already, wet. My pet moaned at my touch, and as I pulled the panties aside. Pu-u-s-shing the vibrator in as deep as my fingers would allow, I moved the panties back over to hold it in, and flipping it on low, I picked up the paddle, and began the process all over again, sternly reminding my pet to not cum
When Annalise felt him run her mound, she practically gushed. As she felt him pulling her panties aside, she heard herself saying “Yes-s-s…oh…..” but when she felt the object being inserted inside her, she actually shrieked a little. Shortly, it began to vibrate – “Oh SHIT!” she said allowed. She was sure her juices were running down her legs, but she didn’t care; she wanted him, badly. The ropes were taking her weight, she was helpless. So when He began to start with the paddle, Annalise’s moans found their voice, and in short order she was moaning loudly. Annalise was now caught in between subspace and her need to orgasm. She would vary the speed, and with each strike, no hard because they were loud, she would shriek. Not so much from being spanked, but because the strike would cause her pussy to shake, increasing the sensation.
I was really enjoying myself. I had this gorgeous woman, my own personal sex toy under my full control, all my work was for this. Wow it was just incredible to see how her flesh rippled at each impact, and her nipples, which I enjoyed tugging, were really stiff. That, along with the moaning told me she was very much enjoying this. I worked the paddle up so her back, the area just below the shoulder blades. I could not strike as hard here, but no matter, she arched naturally to accept it, My toy now had the rope supporting her leaning at least 30 degrees or more, and the moans were giving way to speech, to her credit, she was not asking to cum! Of course, with a request like that from such a perfect pet, I could not resist.
The mental ‘well’ in Annalise’s mind, in which she had drifted in subspace, was nearing fullness. She knew now that this meant an absolutely crushing orgasm, quite possibly the most intense she had ever experienced. But Annalise knew she still had time, and there was one thing more she wanted. Even though HER man had not told her to do so, she looked back and thru the moans said “S-Sir…will you p-p-please fuck me? I want you so bad…..” She knew her request was granted, as her Dominant responded by putting down the paddle (fun though it was) and then proceeded to again remover her panties. The vibrator, along with a large ‘dollop’ of her wetness dropped out into his hand. She was panting hard as she gladly licked his fingers clean. Annalise’s moans turned to outright shrieks as she felt what she wanted most at that moment begin to invade her soaking wet cunt, stretching her insides. The feeling was incredible. The well was now at the rim.
The feeling of my having my dick inside this incredible young lady cannot be put into words. With it in there it required no prompting at all, and my pet began to immediately push back into me. On knee on the bed, my pet was using the rope as a type of ‘swing’, and I was going to find it hard to keep from orgasming so soon, she felt so good. My pet went quickly from moans to screams, I mean she was literally screaming, and that along with the wet shlap-shlap sounds were making me want to blow my load. I was holding her hips and thrusting, feeling my self bottom out in her, and now were both yelping. I should have stopped, I should have done something different, but instead, I gave my toy permission to do what we both longed for. “P-P-pet..” I stammered, “CUM-M-M…”
At last, ‘the well’ tipped, and the wave came. The buildup using the ropes and the paddle, the time spent in subspace, her mental full submittal to a man older than her father finally came to a head. “Uh-Uh-Uh….” Annalise heard herself saying very fast as she no longer in full control, then her hips, her body began to involuntarily contract and release, followed by “AHHHHHHHHHHH…..!!!!!!”in in a blood curdling scream. Annalise’s orgasm was like multiple waves breaking over her. She could feel her pussy literally gushing fluid, her torso shaking, the ropes supporting her as her knees went totally numb. What’s more, HER man’s fingers burned as they dug into her hips, and & she could feel him spurting inside her, her cunt milking him for all she was worth.
If I were a younger Dom, I would have held for longer. If I were a younger Dom, I would have made her beg more. If I were a younger Dom, I would have left marks on her ass she’d see in the mirror for days. But thankfully, I’m not as young as I used to be. As her pussy started gripping my dick in her orgasm, I heard a de-e-e-ep bellowing noise…from me! The bellow improved to the roar of a Lion again, and this time a Lion claiming his turf. I had to stand there and just fe-e-e-el my softening cock buried deep inside what was mine. Afterward, I knew just what was needed. Carefully loosening the ropes, I help my pet onto the bed. I had brought with me a small tube of lotion. Straddling my per, I carefully took time to rub those areas that the ropes had bound, finishing by rubbing my pet’s incredible pink ass. The whole time I was careful to whisper to my pet how well she had done how proud I was. I have to say, I was beyond beat, and lastly, having applied a proper amount of after-care, I lay down too, nd spooned up behind my pet, who was already falling asleep.
EPILOGUE
How was I to know we weren’t going to get another opportunity? The workmen were done later that very same day, and just after her parents let her know they were coming in a day early. The furniture delivered just an hour ahead of the Garcia’s return. Just as when this story started, I sat on my porch, and watched them pull in, and truth be known, my heart sank.
It has been more than a month since that day/that last encounter above. I washed the toys we had used and put them away, along with the rope, and in the very back of the closet I tucked away something I never got to see my pet in, and just went back to life. The same. Boring. Life. I had noticed a young man or two over there since then, perhaps she had found a Dom. I just hoped it was someone that treated her well. And then one day, as I was mowing the yard, I saw the Garcia’s pull in to the drive, get out, and proceed into their house. I noticed that one member fell back, moving slower. Looking up we made eye contact. I brought the mower to a stop, and for perhaps 30 seconds or more, Annalise Garcia, a gorgeous woman, young enough to be my kid and then someand I just stared. Annalise was wearing a nice pair of pleated pants with a flower print blouse and cowgirl boots. As we stared I saw her finally break into a big smile, and then, at the call from her mother, she turned and walked in, and I went back to work.
I had just stepped out of the shower, having washed off the yardwork dirt, and my phone buzzed from a text. People of my generation don’t text, and not texting is something I am known for. So when I heard the text come in, it could only be one person. I smiled.