BDSM One-Shots

As the ding of the doorbell rang through the house, she skipped over to open the door. As expected, sir was home. She beamed up at him, spending the last 6 hours alone at his place was boring, and yet, she was jittery with nerves of what the evening held. They had planned a scene at his place that day, just as they always did, and she was to board the train back the same night. But when an urgent call from his work screwed up their plans of a fun day, he was the one to propose she stay the night. She could never refuse such an offer, giving her time to unwound from the night long journey and still anticipate his return.

As he entered the house, she took his bag from him, very much used to the gesture from caring for her father. He gave her a thankful smile and went on to sit at the couch.

“Would like to wash up while I get us some tea?” she offered.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you, if you will.”

As she went on to the kitchen, she found her music still playing on her phone, the light sound coming from her earbuds on the kitchen island.

She plugged in her buds, and sighed at the loud Alan Walker EDM she had played to calm her nerves. She still needed those. As she got the tea going, the music relaxed her enough, and before she knew it, she was swaying to the music.

As he came out of the washroom, all washed and changed, he went to look for his little sub. He found her doing some sort of crazy dance and enjoying herself as the tea brewed. He enjoyed himself the view, the luscious curves swaying, and the well-endowed ass jiggling, but chose not to disturb her. Yet. He’ll let the little subbie have her moment, for now.

As she brought the tea to where she heard the sounds, she found him sitting on the low sofa, all sprawled out and relaxed with the TV running some news. She placed the tray on the coffee table, handed him his cup and received an appreciative nod. She smiled, and moved to settle on the plush carpet, moving his right leg over her left shoulder, she settled her head on his thigh. As she began to lightly massage his feet, she missed the surprised look in his face.

He had never been treated this way. Yeah he was a sexual dominant. No doubt about it. And all his previous subs knew this. Not only this, he made sure he dated subs and not masochists or 24/7 slaves. He could not afford that kind of responsibility with his busy work hours. Had he made a poor judgment this time? Could it be she herself didn’t knew of her true nature? Be as it may, she was fairly new and entirely inexperienced in the scene. He lightly brushed his fingers through her dark, silky locks left free for him to enjoy.

“What aren’t you drinking your tea?” he asked, quietly sipping his tea.

“Too hot.” came her terse reply as she sighed with the feeling of his fingers in her hair. Yeah, she always likes that, didn’t she? He smiled. She made him happy, and he could only hope they were along the same lines as they grew to know each other more.

“Finish your tea, pet. We have better things to do.” The firmness in his voice intentional, he smiled at her immediate “yes sir”, as she let go of his feet to pick her cup of tea, however, she didn’t move from her spot.

Intriguing.

When she placed her empty cup on the coffee table, she turned back to look at him, silently asking, what next? As if he’d heard, he tentatively answered, the rich baritone of his voice smooth and gruff at the same

time, with a hidden tinge of steel behind it, “Strip.”

That one word, one command, was enough to set her body on fire, her blood rushing through her veins to get her to fulfil her master’s every whish and whim. As she removed her bright yellow SpongeBob T-shirt, her nipples bunched at the first contact with the cool air. Being braless, next came off her grey PJ bottoms and her panties in one go. As she stood there, stark naked for his perusal, her body heated, as if taking warmth from his heated stare and warm appraisal of what she had to offer.

He unzipped his fly, and let out his very long, very hard erection and her mouth watered. His faint twist of a smile said he knew of her open appreciation.

“Tell me, pet, what do you want? I might just let you have it, since you’ve been such a good girl all day. Haven’t you?”

“Yes sir. May I please suck your cock off sir?” she whispered, still not used to the verbal and emotional nudity he reinforced. She was still struggling with her physical nudity as it was, the added submission of her control left her feeling exposed, vulnerable. Maybe that was the intention. Maybe he just liked listening her talk dirty.

“You may not. Though I can allow you to take my cock in our mouth.” He smiled, a little evilly. “Come, pet, lay on the sofa. I want your face in my lap and my cock in your mouth.” With a whispered “yes sir”, she went ahead and complied to his demands, anticipating what he wanted. Before she had the chance to wonder what to do with her wrists, he caught her wrists, put them around his waist and behind his back. As he leaned back, the blissful feeling of being restrained in the most carnal fashion sunk in her, with her hands trapped behind his back and his cock in her mouth.

She had expected him to tell her to suck him off, but when he continued watching TV, she had to wonder what was coming next, the anticipation and the feel of his cock in her mouth turning her on like nothing else. His warm, callused fingers stroking her cool, bare back adding another set of sensations. She was wet, oh so wet. As the time went by, she had to consciously clench her thighs so as not to drip her juices on his sofa. When she felt her drool slipping out her open mouth, she tried to swallow it around his throbbing erection. A hard swat landed on her ass, along with a “no sucking” reprimand from her sir, almost sending her over.

When she squirmed to hold her juices in, he simply laughed!

She was a beautiful sight, with her plump lips around his cock, her pupils dilated and cheeks red with her arousal. It was almost funny to see her squirming with need, drooling, though almost only, since he himself was struggling with holding his orgasm back. Oh no, it’s too soon. He still had more to play with her.

“Bent your knees and lift your upper leg, pet. I want to see your pussy.” Her sweet compliance was a heady feeling. As he glided his fingers through her slick folds, she moaned around his cock, dragging delicious vibrations through his hard shaft. He put one finger in her wet pussy and murmured his appreciation, “Mmm so tight, yet so wet. Such a good girl aren’t you? This good girl should be rewarded, yeah?”

Her “yes, please, sir” came out more as “yuf pweef sha” and he rumbled a laugh at her expense. He put another finger in and began pumping hard and fast, every thrust in hitting his palm straight on her clit. Before long, she was trembling and shaking with her need to come.”

“Pweef sha o weed oo om”

Ah! The little subbie was begging. How could any loving dom refuse right? “Come, pet. You have permission to come anytime.” She deliciously clenched around his fingers, her muscled rigid, as she held there, right at the precipice before falling down the pits of a seemingly never ending orgasm. She was gasping for air as she came, and heard him murmur, “Breathe, love. Breathe through your nose. You can take it.” When she came down from her high, she realised he never stopped pumping her pussy, his rhythm even on her sensitised clit. The pain, mingled with the ever rising pleasure as he curled his fingers slightly to massage her Gspot, drove her up, up and over another earth-shattering climax. This time she screamed around his cock, and he chuckled.

“Come, get up, pet. Time to thank me. I want you to straddle me.”

As she began to get up, she gave his leaving cock one long lick. He stopped her before she could wipe her drool, and gave her a long lick from her throat, up her chin to her mouth before kissing her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but a ravishing, devouring, all-consuming kiss, and she was once again panting for breath when he let her go. Once, she could breathe, she realised, she was already seated in his lap, with his cock seated inside her, a pulsing, throbbing invasion stretching her to the max.

“Ride me, little one. Show me how thankful you are.”

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.” She smiled a dazed smile, already far in her head. Her eyes dilated, lips swollen, cheeks red as she rode him, holding on to his shoulder, wasn’t she a sight to see? He smiled up at her, and whispered, “Hold on tight, love.” Her brows frowning, before she could comprehend what he meant, he gripped her round, full ass and slammed her down, the force itself driving her through another orgasm.

Her pussy clamped down on his shaft like a vice grip and he was gritting his teeth to hold off his orgasm a little longer. He began bouncing her on his shaft, up and down, hard and fast, each stroke resounding with sounds of skin slapping over skin. Her eyes swimming with tears, she was a crying, moaning, drooling mess.

As he felt his lower abdomen tighten, his balls drawing up with his impending orgasm, he bit down on her shoulder, hard, and she came screaming to the high heavens. As her pussy clamped down on him, he gave two hard jerks and came as well.

She sagged against his chest panting and dizzy, and he gave her a hard hug while nuzzling her sweat slicked hair. The room drenched in the smell of sex, his cock still in her pussy, her face nuzzled into his hard chest as he kissed her forehead. Yeah, that’s where she wanted to stay, forever.