Oops – Broken rule

Remember that little rule about wearing a medium sized plug whenever I wore tights, leggings, or pants? Well. oops. Really, I didn’t mean to break the rule. I was just in a hurry, and it slipped my mind. Mister sent me a text to be ready to leave when he got home. He had made dinner reservations at a lovely restaurant for us and a client. I only had 30 minutes to get changed, so I rushed through getting on a pretty dress, tights (it WAS only 24 degrees outside!), fixing my hair in an up-do, and adding make-up. I was just slipping into my shoes when he walked in the door. To my credit, when I remembered (half way through the dinner), I excused myself to go to the restroom and sent him a text admitting my mistake. He always shows me mercy if I freely confess. I came back to the table just as Mister was putting his phone away. Both gentlemen stood when I approached the table, and the meal continued normally. At the end, the two men shook hands and the valet retrieved our car. Once in the car, I opened my mouth to apologize again but didn’t get the chance.

Remove your tights.

I gulped and did so. At the tone of his voice, I knew better than to say anything.

Now the dress.

My eyes widened. True, the car was nice and warm, but we were in heavy traffic!car

Now.

Slowly, I obeyed. He shouldn’t have had to tell me twice.

Now the bra. And do not hide your face.

Blushing, I did so, horribly aware of the other cars close by, of the fact that anyone of the drivers or passengers could glance over and see my nudity.

Throw all of your clothing into the back seat.

I endured the ride home, my face a blazing red. Luckily, we have an attached garage so I was not exposed to the elements on the way into the house.

Once there, he marched me to the bedroom, held me in place and hand spanked me for ten full minutes. I whimpered, but didn’t cry out. After all, he was simply enforcing the rules I had agreed to and broken.

Stay.

I did so. I was not about to move a muscle.

I had thought to punish you with nudity and a strong spanking, but then you hesitated in pinnedthe car. Obviously, you need a stronger lesson.

Now I began to cry. I felt something cold go into my anus and then the plug. I knew it wouldn’t be as simple as this. Sure enough, he leaned over me and whispered.

I’m going to fuck you, Lucy. I’m to to fuck you hard and cum all over your ass. You will not shower and you will take out that plug until I say so. My cum will become hardened, sticky. That plug will become uncomfortable. If you’re good, I might allow you to shower in the morning before work. If you’re very good, I might remove the plug before work. Then again, I might not. I might decide you need a more constant reminder.

Mister is nothing if not true to his word. He did allow me to shower, and he did remove the plug, but then he made me insert the small plug. I’ve worn it all day now. He just sent me a text saying that if my humility tonight pleases him he will remove the plug, fuck my ass and allow me to come.

Let’s hope this is proper humility.

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Lunch at the Office

I decided to take Mr. Mister lunch today. He works in a tall office building in the city, has a large office, floor to ceiling windows, a secretary, the works. He’d been complaining about spending too much money on lunches delivered, so I figured I”d be his new delivery service. When I got to the office his secretary, Janet, smile warily an warned me that he was quite busy. When I walked into Mister’s office he glared at me. I quickly explained that I had no intention of interrupting, I was just bringing him lunch. He ran his hand through his hair (God he’s sexy!) and apologized for his grouchiness. I sent out the food, tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwich, an apple and sweet tea, then asked if I could do anything else to help him.

Strip.

I stared at him for a moment and then obeyed. I wanted to lock the door, but Janet knew of our D/s relationship and had walked in on us before. This humiliated me terribly, but neither Mister nor Janet seemed to mind, so I really had no business complaining either.

Attend to me. Don’t stop until I tell you to.

Oh Lord. This could take a while. Nonetheless, I knew better than to disobey, so I dropped to my knees and crawled beneath his desk, my naked bottom sticking out. I unzipped his trousers and released his beautiful cock. Immediately, I got wet. I always do whenever I see, feel, smell or taste his cock. I started with his balls, caressing and licking, then took his cock into my mouth. I licked, kissed, sucked, worshiped his perfect cock and balls while he enjoyed his lunch.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. I froze, Mister’s cock pressed against the back of my throat.

Yes Janet?

Sir, will you need anything else before I leave for lunch?

No, I have everything I need. Thank you.

My pleasure, sir. Would you like me to lock the door on my way out?

Yes, please. I’m not expecting any clients for the rest of the afternoon. My wife will be staying for several hours, however, you and I shall carry on our regular work. I have some files to go over with you when you return.

Yes sir.

I heard the door close. I looked up at him, my mouth still around his cock.

Yes, dear. You heard correctly. You see I’m going to come in your mouth very soon. Then, you will continue to sit at my feet, naked. You will attend me. I might spank you. I might fuck you. I might have you continue as you are. I might just have you stand by the window so that I might enjoy seeing you. But you will obey me without hesitation. Questions?

I slipped his cock from my mouth in order to answer him. My cheeks blushed, I was already embarrassed that Janet had seen my naked ass and knew what I was doing to my Mister. Nonetheless, this embarrassment added to my wetness and I began to tremble. I would be able to please him all afternoon. Be available for his viewing and playing pleasure.

No, Mister. No questions at all.

 

My Bad

In public we have guidelines, but at home we have rules. Too bad I sometimes get that mixed up. Guideline in public: wear attractive, comfortable, appropriate clothing.  Rule for home:  wear attractive, appropriate clothing.   Notice the absence of the word “comfortable”. I have two closets, you see. One for regular clothes, and one for “abiting lipt home or upon direct order” clothes. Today I was off and Lawrence was at work, so I went ahead and up on a pair of yoga pants and an over sized t. My Bad!

 

Lawrence shows up at home around 2:30 in the afternoon, having decided to knock off early and surprise me.   When he saw me, he said nothing – just looked pointedly at first my outfit then the “spanking chair.” I hung my head and assumed the position after dropping my pants to the ground. I ALWAYS am spanked bare assed when it’s a correction. since thove chair vintageis is the second time in a month that he has caught me in the house wearing in appropriate clothes, I knew I was in for it. After five minutes of hard, no warm up, you-should-know-better-young-lady spanks, I was a blubbering mess. Still, Lawrence showed no mercy. He never does, nor do I want him to! Once I even broke position and reached back with my hand. This earned me an additional five minutes. By the time he finished, fifteen minutes had gone by and I was a boneless mass of regret. But was he finished? Not on your life! He ordered me to the bed and to assume the frog position. I quickly did as he said, getting rid of all of my clothes. I wanted to rub my bottom, but knew that he would be disappointed if I did, so I stopped myself. I’d done enough to disappoint him today. I heard him shuffling about the room, removing his clothes, scolding me. I continued to weep, knowing I had broken a very simple rulebrown hair. Honestly, one of the simple jersey dresses I’m allowed to wear in the house is just as comfortable. What the hell had I been thinking? The bed shifted and he entered me. Hard. Fast. Again, no mercy. This was for HIS pleasure, not mine (although we both know exactly how much I love being used like this!) He fucked me deep, pounding into my body. I closed my eyes and clutched at the sheets. I wanted to come SO FUCKING BAD but knew I had to wait until he gave permission.

No talking for the rest of the day, he grunted in between thrusts.

well fuck! No i can’t even beg for permission!

No more clothes today or tomorrow.

fine. whatever you say. just give me your pleasure!!

Total Submission.

Fuck! I’d have to be totally at his mercy. Was that “Fuck!” from frustration or joy? 

Now. Now you may come!

And so I did,
screaming, crying,
I came all over his hard, forceful dick. He pulled out, spraying his heat across my seared ass. He loved the way his white seed looked on my reddened skin.

 

So yes, I’m bad, but I’m so very, very good at it.